At the beginning, I angrily scolded the officials, I really want to die

"Little beggar, transport this cart of bitter wine to General Li's camp."

Shopkeeper Zhou pointed to a cart of goods behind him.

Said to the thin little beggar in front of him.

Although it is already autumn.

The little beggar was still wearing a thin light-colored linen shirt.

The stitching on the top is worn out but clean and tidy.

The little beggar didn't speak.

He just nodded slightly, and immediately tied up his loose hair with a black cloth strip.

While tying, he walked towards the cart behind the man.

The man was not angry when he saw that the little beggar was silent.

Just sideways out of position.

In order for the little beggar to squeeze in between the narrow side door of the tavern and his "strong" body.

The little beggar easily pulled up the heavy cart.

The gesture is about to pull out the door.

But he watched shopkeeper Zhou still blocking the side door.There is no intention of giving up at all.

The little beggar was puzzled.

When he was about to speak.

But the man took out a money bag from his arms and threw it into the air.

The little beggar held onto one of the handrails of the cart with one hand, while neatly catching the thrown money bag.

The weight of the money bag was turned upside down.

The little beggar frowned slightly and said, "Master Zhou, this is against the rules."

The man was a little angry when he heard the little beggar's tone.

Quickly waved his hands and explained.

"I don't need to frame you."

"Presumably you also know that this town is not peaceful recently."

"Xijin and our Great Zhao have been fighting outside this pass for more than a month."

"The people who drink and eat here are all soldiers who have come down from the battlefield."

"How dare I, a commoner, ask them for wine money?"

"As long as you can deliver this shipment to General Li's camp, you will get the money for this month's wine!
"I will make up all the money I owe you at that time, what do you think?"

Stop talking.

Shopkeeper Zhou felt a little uneasy.

He dared not underestimate the weak little beggar in front of him.

This little beggar was exiled from a foreign country to Fulin Town about seven years ago.

Little beggars were not little beggars then.

It was only during the Spring Festival six years ago, after the old man who came into exile with the little beggar died of illness.

Only then did the little beggar become a little beggar who ate hundreds of meals and relied on the relief of his neighbors.

It may be because of Baijiafan.

The little beggar grew fast, and his strength was astonishing.

Therefore, the children of his age in the town are still chasing and playing.

The little beggar has already started to help various shops in the town to make money.

Although the little beggar doesn't talk much.

But the work is extremely quick, and the price is cheaper than others.

Therefore, merchants of all sizes in the same town are also willing to ask him for help.

Even ordinary people would ask him for help with some farm work.

Even if sometimes the reward is a meal and a bowl of porridge.

Little beggars are also willing to help.

It's just that the little beggar seems to be the lone star of the evil spirit.

Several families who used to live around the dilapidated thatched cottage of the little beggar.

It is very evil to disappear or die in succession.

since then.

The little beggar also seemed to be a different person.

Money seems to be the number one pursuit of the little beggar.

Even a short-distance delivery of ten miles will cost a few copper coins.

Gradually, no one asked the little beggar for help.

Of course, except for this special case today.

Think here.

That week the shopkeeper's heart tightened.

Can't help subconsciously secretly channeling.

My little ancestor.

You must agree!
Otherwise, this terrible errand will make my old Liu run away!

Shopkeeper Zhou thought so.

He dared not look directly into the little beggar's eyes.

I could only stare down at the little beggar's straw sandals, and draw circles with my fingers on my greasy clothes.

Waiting for the little beggar to make a decision.

After a moment of silence.

The little beggar shook the purse in his hand again.

The sound of copper coins flying up and down.

It is unusually crisp among the silent man and the little beggar.

Suddenly the little beggar turned his wrist.

Put the money bag in your arms.

Hold the two handrails of the cart with both hands, and put the hemp rope of the cart on your shoulders.

Then he whispered to shopkeeper Zhou.

"Get out of the way, you're in my way."

Hear this.

That week the shopkeeper quickly nodded in agreement.

"Hey hey!"

Shopkeeper Zhou said three times in a row.

Then he hurried out of the way with relief.

Watching the little beggar walk by pulling a cart.

Watching the back of the little beggar gradually going away.

That week, the shopkeeper suddenly had an unexplainable emotion.

Then he turned to the back of the little beggar.

Shouted out of nowhere.

"Little beggar, you must come back alive!"

The little beggar walked out of the side door of the tavern without looking back.

Not fast, but steady.

A figure in thin light-colored sackcloth.

Disappear behind the God of Wealth Lane where the side door is located.

Only then did the little beggar's cold reply sound from afar.

"Don't worry, Shopkeeper Zhou!"

"I will definitely come back alive and ask you for the other half of my wages!"

The man grinned after hearing this.

Then he spat on the ground, turned around cursing and walked back to his tavern.

Although he kept laughing and cursing.

But there was no displeasure on Shopkeeper Zhou's face.

Because he knows.

Although the little beggar loves money, he will definitely do what he promises.

Correct!
Yes do it!
If it is not enough, the little beggar will do it and do it well.

Like he promised to come back alive.

Even if you lack an arm or a leg.

The little beggar will definitely come back alive to ask for wages with himself.

In this war-torn era, what is lack of arms and legs?
Naturally, it is good to be alive.

……

The exit of Caishen Lane is connected to Fulu Street, which must pass through to Hanshan Guanshan Road.

Compared with the dilapidated alley where the little beggar lives, this street is undoubtedly much more prosperous.

On weekdays, various shops and pubs, or Zuixianlou, the place of fireworks, are full of people all night long.

It's just that the past few months have been tense due to the war outside the customs.

Fulin Town is less than a hundred miles away from Hanshan Pass, and it is unknown when Xijin will break through the pass.

Although, the people in the town have confidence in Da Zhao's national strength.

He also has confidence in General Li's ability.

But it is inevitable to pay attention to the war all day long.

and so.

The bustling level of this street is not as good as before.

The little beggar doesn't care about that.

All he cares about is the money in his hand.

For him, even if Xi Jin attacked.

I just want to change a place to make a living, and there is not much difference.

The surrounding townspeople saw the little beggar passing by pulling a heavy cart.

Probably guessed the destination of the little beggar.

During the war, all the soldiers of Dazhao needed were military supplies.

This includes drinks, and of course some fireworks women who "voluntarily" dedicate their lives.

Although Da Zhao is both civil and military.

But in such tense wartime.

Naturally, generals are more important.

This is a "rule" that has been settled for a long time.

and so.

Even some people often have trouble with little beggars on weekdays.

But at this time, he didn't dare to go forward to trouble the little beggar.

Had to give way to the exit of the town.

I don't know whose children are ignorant.

The apple in his hand rolled to the front of the little beggar.

Seeing this scene.

The anxious child broke free from his mother's hand.

He ran over to ask his mother for an apple.

The little beggar watched the child run to him.

Unconsciously, he slowed down and stopped, for fear of hurting the child.

Although Fulu Street is wider.

But the surrounding crowd was crowded with people who retreated to both sides, and it was obviously impossible to bypass the child.
The child's mother saw that the little beggar was about to put down the cart.

The originally pretty face suddenly became a little ferocious, and then he angrily scolded the child:

"Xiao Hua!"

"What are you doing? Quickly make way for the little beggar!"

"Don't you want our family to be implicated by little beggars because of an apple!"

The child listened to the mother's roar.

His figure suddenly paused.

Immediately without raising his head, he ran and squeezed into the crowd.

With tears in her eyes, her fingers trembled as she wanted to hold her mother's hand.

Seeing this scene.

The little beggar didn't say anything.

He also did not put down the cart in his hand.

He just kept silent and continued to pull the cart forward.

The wheels ran straight over the apples dropped by the children.

The bright red apple was crushed into pieces, and the juice burst out all over the ground.

Looking at the back of the little beggar walking away without saying a word.

The crowd gradually returned to its bustling state.

The child looked at the crushed apples on the ground, raised his head and cried
"Mother!"

"Huahua is wrong, Huahua didn't do it on purpose."

The child's voice fell.

Big tears.

In an instant, it slid down from the child's flushed face.

Seeing this scene.

The mother seemed a little impatient.

Squat down slowly.

With an apologetic face, he said to the child:

"Huahua is good."

"Mother didn't mean to yell at you."

"You know, mother just lost her head in a hurry."

The mother's voice fell.

Raising his slender right hand, he gently wiped away the tears on the child's face.