As Yang Fan walked on the street, although he did not find a job, he punished a few bad people and was in a good mood.

Since he arrived in the Northern Song Dynasty, Yang Fan has been very careful and always alert. Suddenly he found someone following him, and hurriedly took a few steps and flashed into the alley ahead.

The little beggar hurriedly chased after him. Just after passing the corner of the alley, Yang Fan suddenly took action, grabbed the little beggar's neck and pressed him against the wall.

"What are you doing with me? Want to inform the old beggar?"

Faced with Yang Fan's yell, the little beggar hurriedly said, "Super your life! The hero misunderstood. I am not a group of them!"

"Do you think I will believe you?" Yang Fan sneered, naturally not believing it. He swung his wrist and showed the baton out, obviously he was about to beat someone again.

When the little beggar saw Yang Fan showing off the strange hidden weapon again, he was so scared that he trembled all over and said in a crying voice: "Hero, I am really not from their group. I just saw Da Shi, you are very skilled in martial arts and brave, and I deeply admire him. I want to make friends with the hero, so I will follow him without any malice!"

Yang Fan was most disgraceful to cry in front of him. When he saw that the other person was short and looked only twelve or twelve years old, he immediately felt soft-hearted and let him go.

"Since it's not a group, let you go!" Yang Fan said to the little beggar, and gently snatched the baton on the wall next to it, retracting the stick body, and then stuffing it back into the baton cover at his waist.

The little beggar seemed to have not heard Yang Fan's words, and his eyes were staring at the baton in Yang Fan's hand. He could actually stretch and retract freely, which was amazing.

Seeing that he was dazed, Yang Fan ignored him, picked up his backpack and left the alley.

"Hero! Wait for me!" The little beggar came to his senses, screamed in surprise, hurriedly caught up with Yang Fan and followed him.

Yang Fan frowned. Although he was not afraid of the little beggar's threat to him, he did not believe him. He was uncomfortable all over, as if he had become the leader of the beggar leading the team.

Yang Fan pretended to be a beggar because of helplessness, but his self-esteem did not allow others to treat him as a beggar.

"Don't follow me! Also, I'm not a big shrimp!" Yang Fan shouted immediately, staring at the little beggar, with a threatening feeling that he would not follow him anymore.

"Big shrimp? Hero!" The little beggar was stunned. It took a long time to understand and suddenly burst into laughter. He did not stop, but continued to follow Yang Fan, but kept a distance.

"Bun! Hot buns! Just out of the pot meat buns!"

Looking at the bun shop that was selling on the street, Yang Fan kept swallowing and his stomach was rumbling. He instinctively approached the bun shop. Unfortunately, before he got closer, the boss of the bun shop discovered it. Soon a group of guys rushed out and asked Yang Fan to stay away.

It's so sad! I'm despised!

Yang Fan smiled bitterly, a penny stumped the heroes and heroes, reluctant to look at the hot buns and left helplessly.

Looking at Yang Fan's back, the little beggar smiled and ran to Yang Fan and asked, "Hero, want to eat buns!"

Yang Fan rolled his eyes immediately, knowing that the scene just now was looked at by the little beggar. He was very embarrassed and glared at him angrily, and said casually: "I don't want to!"

Gululu!

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fan's stomach protested again, making him even more embarrassed.

"Wait, I'll get buns for the hero!" The little beggar giggled and ran towards the bun shop without waiting for Yang Fan to answer.

Yang Fan wanted to leave, but his legs were also possessed and could not move.

Damn it! It's really unpromising!

Yang Fan immediately smiled bitterly and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the little beggar, with a kind of expectation.

"Boss, come two cages of buns!" the little beggar came to the bun shop and shouted loudly.

He looked back at Yang Fan and secretly rejoiced when he saw that he had not walked away.

"Get out of the way, don't delay our business!" The owner of the bun shop opened the toad's big eyelids and saw that it was a little beggar, he immediately scolded.

"What's wrong with the little beggar? Who do you look down on? Open the door to do business, do whether I am a beggar or not, you will be the one with a lot of money!" The little beggar looked quite unhappy, and his voice was very high, as if he was fighting a cock.

The owner of the bun shop looked at the little beggar up and down. If he hadn't seen him as young, he would have called a few guys to come and chase people like he did to deal with Yang Fan.

He sarcastically said, "What's wrong? Is the little beggar still rich?"

"The dog's eyes look down!" The little beggar snorted coldly, reached out and took out a small piece of broken silver the size of a thumb from his sleeve, and held it in his hand and shook it in front of the owner of the bun shop.

"Silver?" The owner of the bun shop exclaimed, and his eyes suddenly shone.

You should know that in the Song Dynasty, silver was still a rare thing. One reason was that the silver ore production was insufficient, and the other was that the Song Dynasty had to hand over a large amount of silver as annual tribute to the Liao Kingdom every year. The remaining silver was privately kept by various dignitaries, wealthy merchants and tycoons. Most of the small amount of silver among the people was made into various jewelry, which made the silver circulating on the market extremely rare.

The owner of the bun shop was immediately caught by the silver, and the only silver in front of him was instantly left in his world.

"Yeah, the owner of the little bun shop is quite sensible. He has seen silver, right? Can you buy two baskets of buns for you?" The little beggar sneered and looked at the owner of the bun shop sideways, his eyes full of contempt and sarcasm.

"Yes, no, no! So capable! Two baskets of buns, right? No problem, I can give you another basket of buns!" The owner of the bun shop nodded and bowed, and hurriedly took out three baskets of buns and handed them to the little beggar.

"Hold it!" The little beggar snorted proudly, shook his hand and threw the piece of broken silver to the other party.

The boss of the bun shop carefully caught it. The eyes of the guys around him were also staring at the falling silver, and their hearts were pounding, as if they were afraid that their boss would not catch it.

"It's true!" The owner of the bun shop hurriedly bit with his teeth, and confirmed it was silver, and he was immediately furious.

"Where did this little beggar get the money? Could it be stolen!"

"It must have been stolen. Boss, let's report to the official!"

Several guys talked all over the place, and the owner of the bun shop suddenly came back to his senses, his big eyelids twitched and said, "That's right, report to the official, maybe you can get some rewards!"

However, when they looked up and went to look for the little beggar, they had long disappeared.

In a dilapidated temple, Yang Fan held a food box and a bun in one hand, and swallowed it voraciously. He was so hungry that he could no longer care about his eating habits.

Not far from him, the little beggar sat on a stone, leaning on his chin with both hands and staring at Yang Fan with his eyes in his eyes. Seeing his eating look, he suppressed his smile.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there any flowers on my face?" Yang Fan had noticed the other party's gaze long ago, and finally made some room in his mouth and asked immediately.

"Your eating habits are a bit cruel!" the little beggar couldn't help but smile.

Ah puff!

Yang Fan almost squirted out and swallowed it hard, his face flushed when he was choked.

The little beggar immediately handed over a water bag. Yang Fan glared at him angrily, took the water bag and drank it hard.

"That--there is no medicine in the water!"

After drinking it, Yang Fan remembered a dangerous question. What if the other party drugged in the water? Then he would be sad.

"You asked me if I had finished drinking it?" The little beggar looked like he was defeated by you and burst into laughter.

Yang Fan looked embarrassed and embarrassed in front of a twelve or thirteen-year-old beggar, and he couldn't bear to worry about his face.

Seeing Yang Fan’s face was bitter, the little beggar knew that he could not hold back his face, so he held back his smile and explained: “Don’t worry, you are a hero, chivalrous and brave. I admire you too late, so how could you harm you?”

"Why do you always call me a hero? We don't seem to know each other!" Yang Fan asked, feeling like a monk was confused.

The little beggar explained to him, and Yang Fan then understood.

It turned out that when Yang Fan took over the scoundrel beggars, the little beggar watched from a distance and witnessed everything. Yang Fan was righteous and said, and in the blink of an eye, he knocked down several strong scoundrel beggars. This made the little beggar mistakenly think that he was a hero in the martial arts world, especially Yang Fan's telescopic baton, which made the little beggar curious the most, so he followed him all the way.

Yang Fan understood that this little beggar must have never seen a hero before, so he worshiped him like a hero.

"How come I look like a hero like this? You read it wrong! But, thank you for your bun, tell me your name, and I, Yang Fan, will return it twice in the future!"

"Yang Fan? This name is pretty good, it's easy to remember! But I don't have a name, and others call me Xiao Budian!" Xiao Budian introduced himself.

Yang Fan didn't care, so he called him a little.

Little Budian has no father or mother, and he was only thirteen years old and lived on the streets. This is somewhat similar to Yang Fan's miserable experience at this moment.

As the two talked, they became familiar with each other quickly.

Since childhood, Yang Fan has gained a certain understanding of the customs and customs of Hangzhou during the Northern Song Dynasty and has gained a lot.

Yang Fan also told his own story, but it was too imaginative for Xiao Budian, but he listened with relish and asked many curious questions in the middle. Yang Fan just explained it briefly and got confused.

Yang Fan's words, behavior, clothing and buns were very different from those of the Song people, especially Yang Fan's clothes, shoes and backpack. Although Yang Fan deliberately made some mud and grass and scraped it into pieces like a beggar, the workmanship and materials were extremely high-end in the eyes of the Song people, and these became curious places.

It can be said that from the moment he saw Yang Fan, the little guy developed a strong curiosity about Yang Fan.

"By the way, I want to find a job, but people always ask for a household registration certificate, an identity card, etc. I fled from another place, and I lost my household registration on the way. What would you do if it were?" Yang Fan asked suddenly.

"What did you say just now?" Xiao Budianer didn't know what he was thinking. He looked at Yang Fan's eyes in a daze, and he was shocked when he heard this.

Yang Fan was speechless and reached out to bounce his forehead.

The little guy yelled, touched his forehead, staring at Yang Fan with extremely unkind eyes, as if the first time someone dared to pique his head.

"Where are you asking? Your eyes are staring like cow bells!" Yang Fan said with a slanted look, as if an adult was teaching a lesson to the little kid.

The little Buddian was a little unhappy, glared at Yang Fan for a while and then defeated. Then the representative replied ignorantly: "This seems to be quite difficult. My Song Dynasty is currently suffering from detailed operations from Liao, Jin, Xixia and other countries, so the management of household registration is extremely strict. I think your accent and clothing are too strange. If you go to apply for household registration, it is probably impossible to get it done!"

"Why do you speak like a person in the official school? I don't understand, give me some constructive advice!" Yang Fan immediately curled his lips, and was angry when he thought of the locals who reported him. If he had no household registration, he would have to pretend to be a beggar.

"What is constructive opinion?" Xiao Budian asked with his head tilted to Yang Fan.

"It just means it works! If I don't have a household registration, I can't find a job. Do you have to keep pretending to be a beggar like this?" Yang Fan was a little tired of it, but he didn't want to be a beggar anymore, so he had to drive him crazy.

"I deserve it!" Xiao Budian muttered in a low voice, looking gloating.

"What did you say?" Yang Fan suddenly grinned and said to Xiaobian.

"I didn't say anything! It seems that I have thought of a solution!" Xiao Budian said hurriedly.

"Seriously?" Yang Fan's eyes lit up, as if he had seen the savior. He immediately stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Budian's shoulder with both hands and said, "Tell me quickly, what's the solution?"

"What are you doing?" Xiao Budian trembled all over, was startled by Yang Fan's movements, screamed and broke free from his hand, hurriedly hid aside, staring at him with a vigilant look on his face.

"I didn't do anything! I just wanted to know what was the solution? Did I catch you and hurt you?" Yang Fan was stunned, thinking that he was too heavy to do it. After all, the other party was still a child, so he hurriedly explained.

The little guy stared at Yang Fan for a while. Seeing his distracted look, he believed him and walked back, but he was a little vigilant.

"It hurts a little when you get caught!" Xiao Budian nodded and added: "In addition, I don't like others to touch me either!"

Yang Fan was bored and hurriedly said, "I understand! Don't worry, I'm not broken by the back!"

"Who is Duan Beibei?"

"Broken back is..."

"Shameless! Dirty!"

"Damn it! I'm despised again!"

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Chapter completed!