MTL - After Emptying the Enemy’s Warehouse, He Carried Supplies To Survive the Disaster Years-Chapter 346 beggar

“Store, two baskets of steamed buns, two baskets of steamed buns, two bowls of white rice porridge, and two bowls of multigrain porridge.”

Ziyu threw a three-coin silver barley to the middle-aged man and pointed to the two horses on the tree stump.

“Give them two buckets of water and I’ll reward you with the rest.”

 “Okay, please, two distinguished guests!”

The middle-aged man who received the silver barley did not forget to put the silver barley into his mouth and bite it, leaving two clear teeth marks.

With a wrinkled smile on his face, he spread the porridge and steamed buns on the ground. After the two of them had eaten, he went to fetch water and feed the horses, and diligently washed the horses with a grass brush.

 …

Shopkeeper Liu glanced at Ziyu warily and waved his hand.

That straight back, compared with the hunched look just now, looks like two different people.

"They should be villagers from nearby villages." Li Bai finally spoke out calmly.

 Four bowls of warm porridge were drank by two people as water.

“Shopkeeper, the beggars in your town are quite interesting!” Ziyu teased as she watched the beggars leaving.

 “Get in line, the biggest boy checks the grass, don’t poison the horse to death, you can’t afford the compensation.

The land is all in the hands of the rich, and the people have no other option but to farm the land. Many families work so hard that they don’t even have half a meal.

 After paying the taxes, the family will not be able to fill their stomachs, so they are not allowed to go out to beg.

The old beggars who didn't get the steamed buns gathered around Ziyu at the door of the shop, shaking their broken bowls and asking for them.

Before the beggars surrounded her, Ping Shilan ran out like a slippery loach and ran away without looking back.

The two of them chewed slowly, taking a sip of porridge that was equivalent to rice soup from time to time. After eating two steamed buns and one bun, they stopped doing anything.

You two gentlemen, go ahead and don't walk at night. I heard that the bandits near the Xinshan Mountains are very ferocious.

Ziyu shook her head, not caring about how dirty the beggar in front of her was. She saw that the beggar sitting on the street begging was slowly approaching here.

“Yes, yes, shopkeeper Liu is right, let’s leave now.

Who would want to be a beggar if he could survive, unless he was forced to do nothing by life? "

“Young master, they are all poor and have done nothing harmful except begging.

When the two of them heard the messy footsteps running towards them, they knew that the little beggars pulling at the grass were back.

She gave each of the beggars a steamed bun and a steamed bun without any explanation. When the last one arrived, it was the little girl who gave her a gift.

 Slightly rough texture, which is a unique flavor for Ziyu who is used to eating fine grains.

Everyone was dressed in rags and carrying a broken bowl in a professional manner, hunched over and shaking.

“Walking around, begging on the streets day after day, losing all business.

 …

 Lao Zhangtou, I say you should have some sense of propriety and don't just catch the noble man's wool.

“Eat quickly. Only when you are full will you have the strength to beg. I hope to see you next time I come here.”

Ziyu stood up and stepped on the stool, holding a chopstick in her hand and said sternly.

 After Ziyu gave away all the remaining steamed buns, some old beggars were still standing in front of the shop.

If you still see these beggars when you come back, take them with you if you are willing to leave with them.

 The only thing left in the shop were two small half-pots of porridge, and there were no pickles or anything to go with the porridge.

Shopkeeper Liu shook his head and sighed, then whispered.

Ziyu, who already had some thoughts in her mind, heard the suppressed cry, but was powerless to do anything now.

The little girl responded with her head tactfully, spreading her hands to take the steamed buns and steamed buns that Ziyu had pinched.

 The middle-aged man drove the horses away with a straw brush and shouted loudly.

"Good-hearted young master, please give me a reward!" "Young master is as kind-hearted as a Bodhisattva, have mercy on us poor people!"

No, those who are brave will come to our junction, even though this place is under the control of Weixin Mansion.

Everyone in the town knew them and turned a blind eye as long as they didn't steal or rob.

“Our place is far away, so it’s a little better, but the place next door is even worse.

The beggars surrounding the shop door immediately followed Mr. Zhang and left, as if they had never been there.

 Because she has more important things to do.

 “Thank you, sir, long blessings, sir!”

Thirteen beggars lined up in front of the steamed bun shop. Their faces and hands were so dark that it was hard to see any normal skin color, let alone the smell on their bodies.

 Then, come here and line up! "

"meeting!"

 They only care about whether there are taxes or not, and nothing else. "Shopkeeper Liu said angrily.

 The dirty-looking old Zhangtou took two steps back, cupped his hands to Ziyu, and then took the lead and strode away.

 …

 But it is equivalent to a two-way zone, so there will naturally be more people begging and fleeing.

“How can the current government care about our life and death? The person who died is not one of theirs.

 “You know how to hide things!” Ziyu whispered.

"Is it true that the local government doesn't care about this? They didn't send troops to suppress the bandits." Ziyu raised her eyebrows and said calmly.

 When you bring porridge, you can only put down one bowl in each of the four corners.

“Alas, you two young masters don’t know something. The past few years have been bad, and the fields have not produced food.

Ping Shilan chewed the steamed buns, and the sweet taste of the fine grains made her reluctant to swallow them.

There were five more beggars who came back than when they left, and there were now thirteen in total. It took only a blink of an eye to add grass to the horses.

 “Where do those beggars live?”

Your Majesty, please don’t be angry. We have no choice but to do this. Life in this world is difficult.

Most people gave the little beggar who got the steamed buns to the old beggar who came over.

If you want your family to have one more bite, you have no choice but to beg for food. "

The steamed buns with a bit of wheat bran are a little yellow, but they are better because they are big. One of them is as big as Ziyu's face.

Ping Shilan's eyes sparkled with excitement, her hands holding the buns were trembling, and she choked with sobs.

 The steamed buns in the shop have been sold out.

 On the small square table, there are four large steamed buns stacked on top of each other, occupying most of the space.

The little girl quickly hid the steamed buns and steamed buns in her clothes. Just as she was about to leave, two more steamed buns appeared in front of her eyes.

They rob people when they see them, kill them after they rob them, and cook their meat into soup. "

 The rancid smell of sweat can send a squeamish person away in a flash.

Ziyu shook her head and stopped asking about the bandits in detail. Many things came from rumors, and the true situation has yet to be verified.

 I was scared away by you, who dares to come next time? It’s getting late and you won’t go home. "

 They don’t come out to beg every day, they only come out when the farming is slack. "

“You don’t ask the beggars coming out of the village, where do those homeless beggars live?”

Ziyu didn’t expect this person’s divergent thinking and thinking so much. Did she say that begging was wrong?

“Hey, Old Liu misunderstood the good intentions of the young master. There is a dilapidated earth temple outside the town, where homeless beggars live.”