Martial Arts: Start A Life Simulator

Chapter 35

Being held by own Big sis, Lin Jingzhe can clearly see the wound on the head of own Big sis Song Chun hidden in his hair by the sunset coming from the west.

“Big Sister let me down.”

Lin Jingzhe patted Song Chun’s shoulder lightly, and motioned Song Chun to put herself down.

He quickly ran into the room and took out a small wooden box from a crack in the sealed wall in the room.

Although Lin Jingzhe is only one year old, his current strength is actually about seven or eight years old because of breathing methods.

“This is the medicine left by my father to treat trauma.”

Passing the wooden box into Song Chun’s hand, Lin Jingzhe pointed at Song Chun’s head.

“A little injury, it won’t get in the way.”

Song Chun looked at the small wooden box that Lin Jingzhe handed over, and she put the small wooden box back.

After shutting the door of his house tightly, Song Chun carefully took out a few copper plates from his clothes, and said with great pride: “All these money are saved, and when the amount is saved, I will send him off. Learn boxing.”

“Only by learning boxing can there be a way to survive.”

Song Chun’s face turned pale, but when she saw Own Little Brother and passed the medicine she had just hidden again, her tired eyes became blurred.

“I’ll go to bed first. There is half a chicken drumstick in the package, and I will eat all of it for my brother. Don’t snatch it with Little Brother, Shaqiu.”

Holding the wooden box, Song Chun walked to a corner of the cramped home.

After their parents were determined to be dead, the little gangsters came to Lin Jingzhe’s house to ask for things.

Those things of a little value were taken away.

Except for the small wooden bed of Lin Jingzhe, there is no more furniture in the house.

. . . . . .

Three years later.

Sifang City, Willow Square.

“Hey!”

A big black-feathered red-billed bird fluttered across the ground and swooped down.

Through the thick old city walls and towers. Asuka slowed down and lightly landed on the tallest dark red tower in the city.

While combing the feathers, looking down.

There are clusters of gray buildings in the city, with different terraces.

Pale yellow houses and pavilions are one after another, and courtyards with raised eaves and corners can be seen everywhere.

In the middle, on a huge square square.

The ground of the square is paved with stone bricks more than two meters wide, and there are huge patterns of strange monsters, which are very clear.

This is a large open space for holding bazaars on weekdays.

At this time, there was a sea of ​​people, crowded with a large number of people who came to watch and listen to the lecture.

In the middle of the square, high on a simple wooden platform, there is a white-clothed crane, Daoist holding Duster, and preaching loudly:

“In front of Emperor Zixia Xu of Shangqing, Lord Yuchen, Taishang Dadao.”

“I live in Ruizhu as seven words, disperse and transform five forms into ten thousand gods. It is the first chapter of the dying, the threefold dance of the heart of the piano.”

….

Hearing the old-fashioned lecture on the stage, a large number of people gathered around. The four-year-old Lin Jingzhe was already about 1.4 meters tall. He squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards his home.

After crossing the square, passing streets full of garbage and feces everywhere, Lin Jingzhe walked to a dilapidated courtyard.

It is quite different from other small courtyards. Although the small courtyard in Lin Jingzhe’s house is bare and bare, it is extremely clean.

“Adi is back.”

Lin Jingzhe just walked in and saw his second sister Song Qiu washing clothes in the yard.

Although she is only nine years old this year, she looks much more agile at this moment than she did not understand anything three years ago.

“Didn’t you go to the drugstore today?”

Song Qiu stood on a small bench, struggling to dry the washed clothes. She looked at Lin Jingzhe who walked in from the outside with some confusion, and asked with concern: “Why come back so early?”

“The Black Dragon Gang wants too much monthly bills.”

Lin Jingzhe helped Song Qiu twist his clothes. Now he is only four years old and he looks a bit taller than his nine-year-old Big sis Song Qiu.

With a flick of his hand, Lin Jingzhe threw the clothes onto the clothesline and said flatly: “The pharmacy is packed and the pharmacy is closed.”

Last year, at the request of Lin Jingzhe, her Big Sister Song Chun sent him to the pharmacy as an apprentice. Although he was in the pharmacy, he had no monthly money to get it, but the pharmacy offered him two meals a day. Nice meal.

This made Lin Jingzhe Big Sister’s plan to save money to learn boxing smoother.

But now that the drugstore is closed, Lin Jingzhe is idle again for a while.

“I was robbed of half of my laundry money this month.”

Hearing Lin Jingzhe’s words, Song Qiu’s face became bitter after drying the clothes. She helped a washhouse in Willow Lane to wash some simple clothes.

But people said that she was young and only gave her eight coins a month.

Eight copper coins can only buy two biscuits in Liushufang.

Now he has worked so hard for a month with eight copper coins, and he has also been robbed of four by the Black Dragon Gang, and it still depends on his Big Sister being the Big Mountain Gang.

“It’s fine if you don’t hurt.”

Hearing Song Qiu’s words, Lin Jingzhe pretended to take out half of the biscuits and handed it to own Big sis, his eyes narrowed slightly.

It seems that he doesn’t care about this matter at all.

“You can hide these four copper coins, Adi. In a few years, we will be able to collect enough money to learn boxing.”

Song Qiu glanced at the door, she pulled Lin Jingzhe into the house, only then took out four copper coins and stretched them out in front of Lin Jingzhe.

“Don’t wash it in the future, I will find a way to collect the money.”

Looking at the nine-year-old Song Qiu, the palms of his palms that had become wrinkled because of being soaked in water for a long time, were wounds.

Lin Jingzhe’s tone cannot be refuted. .