The villain brother is unreliable, I'm still striving for self-improvement

Yangzhou City, the bustling Jiangnan hub, can make a lot of money every day, or lose ten thousand gold every day.This is a paradise for the rich and a hell for the poor.

In Yangzhou City, dignitaries lived in the east city, rich merchants lived in the west city, ordinary people lived in the south city, and all kinds of religions lived in the north city.And in the suburbs three or four miles away from Beicheng, there is another slum.There lived beggars, refugees, people who had nothing.

And our story also starts from this slum on the edge of the North City...

In this slum, there is a group of beggars who are particularly famous.They are basically old, weak, sick and disabled, and the gang leader is a little boy who is only ten years old.

However, no one dared to provoke this group of beggars.Because they are particularly protective of their shortcomings, and they are not dead.

There was once a refugee who, relying on his stature, snatched half a steamed bun from a beggar among them, and was chased by a group of them for a long time, until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

There was once a bum who molested an aunt in the beggar gang with mean words, and was stripped naked by a group of them, and hung on a big tree beside the official road for people to admire for three days and three nights.

There used to be another group of beggars who, ignorant of the heights of the heavens and the earth, wanted to occupy their dilapidated yard, but they beat them three times, five times and two times, and they beat the ground with teeth and wailed again and again.

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These glorious achievements made this group of beggars a tyrant in this slum, and no one could afford to mess with them.Everyone met and detoured one after another.

At this time, the beggar gang, which is daunting, is full of gloom.Because their little gang leader fell into the water and had a fever before, and he is still unconscious.

Said it was a gang of beggars, that is, a dilapidated courtyard.To say it is a yard is a bit of an understatement.There are only a few bare walls left, and a roof that can see the sky when you look up.There are no doors and windows, and the tiles can be counted clearly with the naked eye.

It is such a dilapidated courtyard, and it is also a holy place that many people in this slum yearn for.

At this time, in the courtyard house, on a pile of neat and clean straw, a little boy in his teens was sleeping.

He was wearing a brown sackcloth with several patches on his body, and his palm-sized face was sallow and sallow.

A veil that has been fluffed up with use, as if it would be torn apart if touched lightly, covered his forehead.

His eyes were tightly shut.The lips were dry and white, peeling off a layer of skin.The sallow face showed a strange red color due to the high fever.

A dark, skinny hand held a moistened grass blade and touched the boy's lips.He touched the boy's forehead again, put the dry handkerchief back into the water, pressed it lightly, and put it on the boy's forehead again.

After Aunt Liu finished all this, she continued to stand beside the pile of straw, her face so thin that her cheekbones protruded, she couldn't hide her worry, "What should I do? It's been another night, and Xiao Er's fever still doesn't go away. "

Uncle Li looked at Xiaoer who was lying on the pile of straw, hunched over, and sighed long, "It's really impossible, I can only..."

"No, no, that's their lifeline." Aunt Liu sat up immediately upon hearing this.

"Then, what about Xiaoer?" Uncle Li asked dejectedly with pain in his cloudy eyes.

When Aunt Liu heard this, her excited mood immediately vented.

There were still some embers left in the fire that was burning last night, and occasionally a small flame came out, but it was already at the end of its strength... like the second child on the straw pile, and like themselves.

Aunt Liu and Uncle Li looked at the burning fire, and they were silent for a long time...

A touch of sadness permeated the entire house, through the windowless walls, and spread to the entire yard.

In the yard, a few groups of people surrounded by twos and threes.They are either sitting or standing.

All of them were unkempt and shabby.

Some of them were actually wearing two or three pieces of clothes spliced ​​together, and they were tired of patches one after another.

Some of them even wore trousers of different lengths with missing feet, and the tops were also patched.

Compared with them, the boy lying on the pile of straw was really dressed how many times better.

Among these people, there are men and women, old and young, and the expression on everyone's face is so severe.

Their leader, Li Xiaoer, was ill, and he was still seriously ill, even the most experienced Uncle Li...

What will they do if the leader is gone?

There was confusion on everyone's face...

at this time.

"Grandpa Li, Aunt Liu, look quickly, what did I find?" A burst of shouting came from far and near.

That is, that is, the voice of Iron Egg.

He said before that he went out to find herbs.

Uncle Li stood up "huo", staggered, and almost fell down again.

Fortunately, Mrs. Liu, who had sharp eyes and quick hands, helped him, otherwise, he would have had a bruised nose and a swollen face.

"Uncle Li, please slow down."

Uncle Li rubbed his numb legs, and with the support of Aunt Liu, he walked tremblingly into the yard.

In the courtyard, Tie Dan, who was only eleven or twelve years old, was surrounded by three floors and three floors outside.Everyone swept away the previous haze, and there was hope in everyone's eyes.

Everyone spontaneously made way for Uncle Li.Uncle Li walked up to Tie Dan.

At this time, Tie Dan was shirtless, revealing his dark, skinny upper body.Tie Dan carefully lifted off the bundle he made with his coat, revealing a few green leaves inside.

Is that plantain?

Uncle Li's muddy eyes were instantly filled with light.He rushed to Tie Dan and carefully picked up the weak plant with trembling hands.

Indeed, it is indeed plantain.

This is, this is actually Coptis chinensis.

There are several other herbs that can reduce fever.

Now Xiao Er is saved.

"Grandpa Li, can these herbs save Xiao Er?" Tie Dan's black and white eyes were full of hope on his dark face.

The others also stared at Uncle Li closely, hoping to get an affirmative answer.

"Well, yes." Uncle Li nodded heavily with tears in his eyes.

"Yeah, that's great, Xiao Er doesn't have to die." Tie Dan jumped up happily.

"You bastard, what nonsense are you talking about. Little Erfu is very lucky." The tall man standing beside him shaved Tie Dan's head.

Tie Dan didn't care, he covered his head silly.

"Big sister, go and fry this herbal medicine, and feed it to Xiao Er later."

"Okay." Aunt Liu picked up the herbs in Tie Dan's hand like a gust of wind, and ran to the back of the yard.

This is where everyone cooks.A broken iron pot is the most valuable thing in their yard.

Aunt Liu took out a bamboo tube, scooped out water from the broken tank, and carefully rinsed the mud from the roots of the herbs.I'm afraid that if I accidentally wash the roots, it will be damaged.

"Ma'am, I'll light the fire for you." An eleven or twelve-year-old girl said timidly.

Without waiting for Mrs. Liu to answer, she squatted down in front of the simple stove made of stones, skillfully started the fire and boiled the water.

Second brother must be fine.

The little girl recruited her brother to look at the burning fire, and she was very determined.