Chapter 4: The Golden Book of Fandu (1) ()

After nightfall, the snow gradually became smaller, but the wind was still so strong. Huaiyang City no longer had the noise of the past, and it seemed that it had fallen into a deep sleep in advance.

The snow on the ground is very thick, and the feet are squeaking and slitting when you step on it.

Chu Tian tried to walk in the snow as straight as possible, his eyes were carefully watching the movements around him. He had developed such a vigilant habit, always arming himself like a hedgehog, and at the same time he had to have a keen sense of smell like a wolf. Although the bustling city is beautiful, it is not the case for everyone.

Outsiders like Chu Tian and Qing'er are always bullied and ridiculed the most.

But from now on, things will change drastically. Chu Tian thought so and touched the silver in his arms.

If you have silver, you have dignity and status. The more silver, the more dignity, the higher your status.

This is the first lesson of the law of urban survival learned by Chu Tian.

Suddenly he stopped, and under the low brick wall at the entrance of the alley ahead, a little boy with his whole body shrank and buried his head deep between his knees. In front of him was a porcelain bowl with a gap, and three copper plates were lying pitifully inside.

"Little brother, go home early." Chu Tian approached the little beggar, threw a piece of silver into his porcelain bowl, and took out a silver note of 100 taels as quickly as possible and quietly stuffed it into the other party's dark little hand.

The little beggar's eyes were shiny, and he ran into the alley without any trace.

Chu Tian smiled slightly and then walked into the alley and came outside the door of a house.

"Mr. Wu!" He knocked on the door of the house with his hands, which was peeling off the black paint.

The male owner of this family is a lost scholar. He opened a private school to support his family. Qing'er usually stays in his house.

It has been more than half a month since I visited Qing'er last time. Chu Tian always comes to night and doesn't want others to know that Qing'er has an older brother who is out every day.

Tonight he changed into clean clothes and covered his torn shoes with his hem of fat trousers, trying to make himself look as decent and shiny as the city people.

"Squeak--" After waiting for a long time, Wu Xiucai opened the door with a umbrella and looked out.

"Chu Tian, ​​if you don't come, I'm going to find you! Last time I promised you to send the money in two days. How many days have passed?"

"I'm here to give money, is it enough?" Chu Tian picked out the largest piece of silver, which was about five or six taels.

"You have money, it's not stolen it?" Wu Xiucai looked at Chu Tian suspiciously, "The saint said: 'A gentleman will not drink the water of the stolen spring..."

"Stop talking, he is your saint, not my saint." Chu Tian threw the broken silver into Wu Xiucai's arms.

Wu Xiucai hurriedly answered, and heard Chu Tian say again: "I will pick Qing'er away in a few days, where is her?"

Wu Xiucai chased Chu Tian, ​​secretly bit the silver with his teeth, and said in surprise: "Where are you going to take her?"

"Brother!" A little girl, a six or seven-year-old girl heard the movement in the front yard and ran out of the kitchen.

Her little face was pale and she was wearing several single clothes, but she was like a cheerful bird flying through the snowy night and pounced into Chu Tian's arms.

"Little bitch, go back and wash clothes quickly. What brothers and younger brothers are you not allowed to finish your work, and you will not be allowed to sleep at night!"

A huge woman walked out of the wing room, stood under the eaves with her hands on her hips and shouted.

The little girl leaned against Chu Tian's arms, and her young and delicate body couldn't help but tremble, and she looked at her brother timidly.

"Wash the clothes, who will wash?" Chu Tian was stunned and asked the little girl.

"Mr., wife and two young masters' clothes... I haven't finished washing it yet." The little girl answered timidly.

Chu Tian held the little girl's cold little hand and looked at it carefully with the help of the light from the wing room. One after another of the bloody mouths on the delicate little hand, crisscrossing in shock.

Chu Tian couldn't help but be shocked and angry, and he covered the little girl's hands in his arms with care, and kept rubbing them with his hands.

"Mr. Wu, what's going on?"

Wu Xiucai was speechless, but the woman cursed: "You still have the face to ask? I promised to pay ten taels of silver a month, what about the money? This little bitch eats my clothes and wears mine. I am lazy and disobedient. I have lost a lot!"

"Stop talking, Chu Tian sent the money." Wu Xiucai looked a little embarrassed.

Chu Tian was so angry that his whole body was trembling. He thought that Wu Xiucai was a scholar, and Qing'er could read and practice calligraphy here, and she didn't have to spend the hardships with herself in the bridge cave. Unexpectedly, she was a rude girl for the scholar's wife for nothing.

"Brother, I want to be with you. I can help you beg for food, don't leave Qing'er behind." Qing'er whispered with her ear close to Chu Tian, ​​tears rolled around her eyes, and finally she couldn't help but roll down.

"Ah, they are indeed two beggars!" The scholar's wife put her hands on her waist, "I want to pretend to be a phoenix if I put a few colorful hairs in it, and I don't urinate and take a look at myself?"

"Let's go!" Chu Tianshuang spurted out fire, and the urge to tear his huge body into pieces rolled in his chest.
Chapter completed!