Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

After hearing the discussion of several people, Caiwei's original happy mood suddenly dropped to zero, and she slowly put down the chopsticks in her hands.

Although she is not a benevolent person whose mission is to save the world, she is not a vicious person with a heart of stone. Although the old beggar was hit by his uncle's horse, she was the culprit after all.

It was she who hated her uncle and killed him regardless of the consequences, causing the innocent old beggar to die on the street in the cold winter.

Because she was about to take a breath, and a living life ended miserably like this!

The more she thought about it, the guiltier Mu Caiwei felt, the heavier her mood became, and her face gradually became ugly. Seeing that Caiwei looked bad, Mrs. Du asked with concern: "What's wrong? Wei'er, does the noodles not taste good?"

Caiwei shook her head with a pale face, and had no choice but to scare Du Shi, asking her to stay in the restaurant first, and walked out by herself.

Outside, the wind was still blowing coldly and the snow was falling. The vegetable market on Qian Street was only one street away. Mu Caiwei quickened her pace and soon arrived at the vegetable market on Qian Street.

At that time, the market had not yet dispersed, and a large group of people gathered together, whispering, sighing, or cursing...

"Oh, how pitiful. A lot of young people died on the streets, and there was no one to collect their bodies."

"What a crime! That evil-hearted carriage..."

Caiwei blocked everyone's anger and curses, pushed aside the crowd, squeezed next to the old beggar, and squatted down.

On the bluestone road, an old beggar with white hair and beard huddled up, his face was gloomy, and the blood he spat out stuck to his white beard and froze into red lumps of ice, reflecting against his white hair, which made people sad to see.

Mu Caiwei held back the heaviness in her heart and stretched out her hand to feel the old beggar's breath. In the cold wind, the old beggar was as angry as a thread. If you didn't observe carefully, you would definitely think that he had passed away long ago.

The man is not dead yet. Caiwei's heart was shocked. She straightened up and glanced at the onlookers earnestly: "Dear fellow villagers, the old beggar is not dead yet. Is there any kind person who is willing to carry him to the hospital with the little girl?" "

In the crowd, someone immediately said: "Hey! Girl, you see that this old guy is useless, so stop working in vain. The doctor in the medical clinic just now said that even if Hua Tuo is alive, he can't save him." Dead."

"No, girl, you can't save him. Even if you can save him, who can give him money to buy medicine? The old beggar is afraid that even if he is saved, he will be useless. Instead of living and suffering, it is better to die. So clean."

"Yes……"

"That's exactly what it means..."

People in the crowd kept echoing.

The world is so cold. Caiwei suppressed the sadness and anger in her heart and tried her best to say in a calm tone: "Fellow folks, although the little girl doesn't understand any big principles, she still understands the principles of old age, old age, and the old age of people. Comparing one's heart with one's heart, if now The people lying here are your relatives, will you say this so calmly? Everyone will grow old one day, and no one can have a smooth life. If one day, you will end up like the old beggar. How would you feel in this situation? Today, even if the old beggar really can't live, we can help him to prevent him from dying in such a miserable way. It's just a little effort, so why should everyone bother him? "

"Girl, well said!"

Outside the crowd, there was a loud shout.

When Caiwei raised her eyes, she saw a short, fat old man with a round face, a square mouth, and a sparse goatee. He was sixty or seventy years old. He was wearing a blue satin jacket with the word "Fu" on the collar. The clothes and cuffs are all trimmed with rabbit fur. You can tell at first sight that he is a person with some wealth.

The old man squeezed into the middle of the crowd, glanced at Caiwei gratefully, and said loudly: "Good girl, she is really kind-hearted and sensible. She is not like that flat-haired beast who only knows how to watch the fun and make sarcastic remarks here. Disregarding human life!"

"Hey, Shopkeeper Li, it's Chinese New Year, who are you cursing?" Someone in the crowd shouted dissatisfied.

The old man stiffened his neck and cursed at the person who asked the question: "I'm scolding those flat-haired beasts who don't want to save themselves. What are you so eager to agree to?"

The man who was scolded immediately exploded. He rolled up his arms and sleeves and yelled back: "Damn Li Baiwan, I see that you are a bit old and live in the same village. I salute you as the shopkeeper. You really take yourself for granted." You're a loser! You're just guarding a half-dead rag village, what's the point? If you dare to call me a flat-haired beast, you'll be called a mother-in-law if I don't do it!"

The man rushed over.

Mu Caiwei clenched her fists, narrowed her sharp eyes, and found the best attack angle, preparing to defeat the enemy with one move.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Without warning, the old beggar who was eighty-nine percent dead on the ground suddenly started coughing.

"Emma, ​​you are so evil, this old guy is actually alive again!" The fighting man who rushed over forgot to punch, and was so shocked that his eyes were as big as bull eggs!

"Hey, old beggar, he's not dead yet?" Shopkeeper Li exclaimed in surprise.

"Ahem...Old man, I'm still alive, but I won't die for a while..." The old beggar coughed and opened his mouth.

The old beggar came to life again, and the crowd immediately exploded.

"Oh, wow, that's amazing. They all say that this old guy has some magical powers. When I saw him today, it turned out to be true!"

"It's really amazing. This is the first time I've seen someone come back from the dead!"

"Resurrection from the dead, don't mean coming back to life!"

Shopkeeper Li heard the discussion in the crowd and ignored the argument with the old beggar. He leaned down, skillfully picked up the old beggar's arm and put his hand on his pulse.

After a while, the old shopkeeper's face turned as dark as a basin of water.

"Old beggar, you are too seriously injured. I can't save you. Do you have any way to save yourself?"

"No!" the old beggar replied calmly, his tone was light, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

The weather is getting colder and colder, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and thick dark clouds are blowing to cover the sky and the sun, and it seems that it is going to snow.

Caiwei looked at the sky, stepped forward and said softly: "Shopkeeper Li, it's freezing cold. We'd better move the old man to the hospital to avoid freezing."

The old beggar heard Caiwei's voice, raised his eyelids, took a look at her, coughed and sighed: "This girl has a good appearance. She will be extremely rich and famous in the future. It's a pity that the old beggar can't see it!"

Caiwei advised: "Don't be sad, old man. I will send you to the hospital right now, and I will definitely heal you."

"Hehe..." the old beggar laughed, raised his hand with difficulty, groped in his tattered coat, and said: "My old beggar's time has come, and it's time to leave. Thank you girl for helping the old beggar just now." The old beggar has nothing to repay, so let the girl look at her face in this mirror."

As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized bronze mirror from his tattered coat and handed it over.