I'll just set up a stall and force me to kill the gods in the city?

In 2035, the fifth year of the Xingwu Era.

Daxia Kingdom, North Central Province, a night market in a small county town of Tianzhou City.

It was late autumn at the end of October at this time, and the night market near eleven o'clock in the evening had already had a deep chill.

Here, whether it is small vendors setting up stalls or people shopping, they have already wrapped themselves in thick cotton clothes to keep out the cold.

But among these people, there was a young man who set up a stall, but he looked particularly conspicuous.

The conspicuousness is not because of his appearance, because his slightly thin figure and ordinary facial features don't attract much attention from passers-by.

It was conspicuous because of his clothes. In such a cold weather, he only wore a set of washed white thin sportswear and a pair of worn-out return sneakers.

The bleak autumn mood even made him curl up, clasping his hands together in front of his mouth, and kept breathing to keep warm.

However, even in such a weather, even if the pedestrians on the road gradually became scarce, he still refused to leave.

In front of him, there is a simple stall.

When the other vendors saw the three of them, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, with fear in their eyes, and hurriedly put away their stalls, fearing that they would not be able to avoid them, and left.

Except for buying nutritious liquid food for my father and some necessary household expenses, there is almost not much money left.

At that time, someone proposed to send Wang Xiaofei to a welfare institution, waiting for a kind family to adopt him.

Seeing this scene, other small traders and some scattered passers-by did not dare to step forward to dissuade them for fear of harming Chiyu.

"Brother Liu, I know that it's not easy. It's just that the sanitation fee has risen too high. It's three hundred more per month. I can't make much money this month. It's really embarrassing brother. You see, it's okay to spend less." No, one hundred, brother will give it to you now."

"Boy, did you show your face? Nima."

Finally, he put the phone back into his pocket and sighed softly, "78 yuan and six, after working for so many years, there is no more than 100 yuan."

And his father, let him fend for himself.

Some people may say, why didn't he go to school at such a young age.

He kept flipping up the phone, muttering.

this is life.In order to survive, he has no choice.

Wang Xiaofei felt like a bright mirror in his heart. This area originally belonged to the suburban area of ​​the county town. The so-called sanitation fee was also a gimmick for these three hooligans to collect money.

Sure enough, hope and reality are contradictory.

"Yo, the stall has not been confiscated yet. It looks like I made a lot of money today."

But before Wang Xiaofei finished speaking, the three of them walked over shaking their heads with frightening smiles.

Because there are ordinary people living in this area, these gadgets can still be sold. After so many years, Wang Xiaofei and some other suffering people also acquiesced.

Wang Xiaofei's heart tightened, but he still skillfully took out a box of gold leaves from his pocket, squeezed out three pieces, and handed them to the three of them graciously.

At that time, the mother's intestines flowed out.

At this time, three hoodlums in sleek clothes staggered over from a distance.

The mother died on the spot, and the father became a permanent vegetative state.

The boy's name is Wang Xiaofei, he is about eighteen or nineteen years old, and he has been setting up a stall here for six years.

However, the increase of 300 yuan per month can be said to have completely disrupted Wang Xiaofei's difficult life.

If I pay the money today, my father's 300 yuan will flow into food money at the end of the month, but there will be nothing left.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, don't get angry, there is something to discuss."

Wang Xiaofei took two steps back, pushed his hands, and hummed, even though his heart was filled with endless grievances and anger, he still begged kindly.

Reading, which seems common to other children, is an unattainable dream for him.

The leader was a bald man with a full face, a big gold chain and a big gold watch, and a black leather bag under his arm, showing his big yellow teeth, and greeted Wang Xiaofei who was packing up with a smile.

Wang Xiaofei looked around at the small vendors who had already put away their stalls, got up and stamped their feet to warm themselves up.

However, what is more terrifying than this kind of person is the helpless life.

But it's just a living dead with only breathing left.

This dream was completely shattered when his parents were involved in a car accident when he was six years old.

These books are not for sale, but the spiritual sustenance of his stall for so many years.

Women's socks with various kawaii patterns, beautifully embellished women's hairpins, various cosmetics with simple packaging, chargers, earphone cables, water glasses, etc., are all fast-selling daily necessities anyway.

Therefore, even with the pounding of his heartbeat, he tried his best to appear calm, persuaded him with kind words, and handed the cigarette over again with a small hope.

Brother Liu spoke sincerely, but these words made Wang Xiaofei feel nervous for a while, such a person who hides a knife in his smile is the most terrifying.

The father, bloody and bloody, managed to save his life after 72 hours of emergency rescue.

The one called Brother Liu looked at Wang Xiaofei with a smile, stretched out his hand and pushed the cigarette back, "Brother, you are also an old man here, you know the rules, the sanitation fee should have been paid this month, you begged me twice , brother three is not that kind of person, and you can take some time off, but today, you can't slow down any longer, so that brother three can have something to eat."

For various reasons, he chose to set up a street stall, an ordinary job with free time.

The scarred face called Brother Zhang suddenly got angry, stepped forward and grabbed the cigarette in Wang Xiaofei's hand, crushed it hard, threw it on his face, pointed at him and shouted: "Hurry up, pay, three hundred, don't talk nonsense !"

On one side of the stall, there is also a stack of thick books, such as "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Journey to the West", "The Romance of the Gods", etc., all kinds of famous works.

However, he disagreed, and since then, the burden of taking care of his father has been shouldered on his young shoulders.

"One, two five, one three, five..."

Because, living in this world is just a burden.

Wang Xiaofei shook his head, ready to clean up the booth.

Taking feces and urinating, feeding liquid food, and scrubbing his body have become his daily necessary tasks. This kind of care lasted for 13 years.

"Brother Liu, what do you earn? It's because the sales are low. Don't want to show it off for a while. Come on, come on, smoke, smoke, Brother Zhang, Brother Wang!"

Happy families are alike, but unhappy families are not.

No one knows how a little boy survived 13 years. Perhaps it is a miracle that he can survive till now.

Three hundred, enough for one month's food expenses.

Six-year-old Wang Xiaofei witnessed everything that day, and since then, he has become an orphan in a certain sense.

Then he took out the second-hand mobile phone in his trouser pocket and began to look through today's collection records.

"Close the stall, that's all for today."

"Brother, it's not true. If you can discuss it with you, it will be difficult for Brother Liu to deal with others. You make Brother Liu feel a little unhappy."

Although Brother Liu still had that good-natured tone, his eyes gradually darkened, making ordinary people tremble with fear.

"I'm stupid, why do you think you are so incompetent?"

The head of Qingpi who was called Brother Wang jumped up, and he kicked Wang Xiaofei's chest directly.

The force was so great that Wang Xiaofei fell directly on the booth, water glasses and books were thrown everywhere.