There were crowds of people on both sides of the street, vendors and pawns selling along the road, and handsome young men in green long gowns sang, every moment that appeared before Luo Yongsheng was like he had seen the Qingming Festival to come back to life.

Luo Yongsheng widened his eyes, and every step he took, he wanted to see something from the people passing by, but the only feedback he received was the disgusting expression of passers-by. His approach would only make these people cover their mouths and noses and leave quickly.

His body was so smelly. How could a dirty beggar be worthy of appearing in a more vivid and magnificent picture than the Qingming Festival.

There is no hidden camera equipment, no director who is showing off his power and tells the show everywhere, nor is there a fancy traffic fresh meat. Every living person who appears in Luo Yongsheng's eyes is taking every step naturally according to his own life trajectory.

This is a real world.

Even though Luo Yongsheng knew about it a few days ago, he had completely chosen to accept this fact at this moment.

A fact that he doesn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Travel through time!

From the 21st century to the Zhao Song Dynasty more than a thousand years ago.

This era, which is called the "Northern Song Dynasty" in history books.

In the second year of Xianping, 999 AD.

According to Luo Yongsheng's shallow historical knowledge, he really could not quickly clarify everything in this time and space through the simple and empty words of the second year of Xianping. He was not a soul-wrenching, but his whole body seemed to be forced into this strange world from modern times by time and space, and was full of strangeness to everything here.

Luo Yongsheng can't write calligraphy, speak ancient words, and even don't understand the basic way of saying hello, but fortunately, no one will care about him.

Who cares about etiquette with a beggar?

No one wants to be a beggar, but Luo Yongsheng has to be a beggar. He also wants to wear beautiful clothes and also wants to study and learn calligraphy to get a fame, so that he can live a more decent and dignified life in this time and space. But just one household disc cut off all Luo Yongsheng's hopes.

In this time and space, Luo Yongsheng is just a stranger and an uninvited guest. He has nothing to prove his identity, so he is called a refugee.

The refugee has no human rights. Even if he is beaten to death today, the local government here can ignore it because there is no such person, who would worry about labor for an refugee?

There are only two paths left for Luo Yongsheng before his life, one is to sell himself as a slave, and the other is to beg for survival.

The former is in stability, as long as the landlord gives him stuttering, he will not starve to death, and the latter is in freedom. Every cold and humid and dark alley is his home.

Of course, there is also a way out that everyone has when they are desperate.

That's violent crime!

Become a bandit, kill others and live by yourself.

However, Luo Yongsheng has no such plan yet, because since he came to this world, he has been hungry for three days, and has only drunk water and was lucky enough to steal a dry and black steamed bun in someone else's luggage.

So the little physical strength left is not enough to support Luo Yongsheng's thoughts.

Now he just wants to live and live, and only then is qualified to dream.

So what if you are a beggar?

"If you are already at the bottom of the abyss, then every step in your future life will be climbing upwards."

This is not how inspirational and optimistic Luo Yongsheng is, but that Luo Yongsheng knows that he has no second choice except optimistic at this moment.

Just like his previous life before he traveled through time, he was even worse than a beggar when he started his business.

After all, he is better than being a beggar today than being heavily in debt, and the creditor is not forced to do so.

"That's right, this whip hurts a little."

Luo Yongsheng found an alley, leaned against the cold blue brick wall after the spring rain, and reached out and touched the left shoulder gently, grinning in pain.

This was when he entered the city this morning by a postman riding on a horse. The reason was that Luo Yongsheng walked slowly and blocked the postman's path. This whip was a lesson.

"Okay, okay, I haven't eaten for three days."

Whenever someone passes by the alley, Luo Yongsheng would shout, but let alone having to eat in one bite, there was not even a copper plate.

The only thing I want to get was the phlegm spit out by a servant dressed as a servant.

"Sure enough, the bullying among the bottom of society is even worse."

Wiping away the filth from the clothes, Luo Yongsheng smiled bitterly and continued to focus on his beggar work.

"New."

At this time, a pair of tattered straw sandals appeared in front of Luo Yongsheng's eyes. Several tattered toes exuded a pungent stench. Even though Luo Yongsheng's body was already smelly enough, he almost got the smell.

Looking up, he was an old face that was as dirty as himself.

"Hey, this can still meet your fellow travelers."

Seeing the old beggar, Luo Yongsheng seemed very happy and moved his butt to give up a position: "Come and sit down, maybe we can get to the point together."

"Want here?"

The old beggar looked around and smiled disdainfully: "I can't do anything here. I saw that you just became a beggar not long ago and don't understand the tricks inside."

Luo Yongsheng is not annoyed when he is ridiculed for not being able to do a beggar well. As the saying goes, it is indeed the first time he begged for two lives, and he doesn't know what shame is there.

He then humbly called the old beggar to sit next to him and asked with interest.

"The old man's eyes are like a torch, and he can tell at a glance that he is awesome and admires him."

First, he flattered a few words. Seeing the old man showing a complacent smile on his face, Luo Yongsheng asked while the iron was hot, "I dare to ask the old man, how can I get food and money in this business?"

I thought the old man would talk freely, but I didn't expect that the old man even raised his airs and pretended to behave on his face, but finally squeezed out a sentence from his mouth, "I don't know how to pass on my skills."

When did begging become a craft? Is it a skill to be a skill?

Luo Yongsheng felt a little funny, but he also knew that the so-called teaching apprentices, starving the master to death, and begging was a humble way to fill his stomach.

And being able to fill your stomach is a great thing in this era.

After hesitating for a while, Luo Yongsheng reached into his arms, took out a warm steamed bun and handed it to the old man, and frightened the latter.

“Where did it come from?”

"I stole it when I crossed the street."

The old man took the steamed bun and ate it in a few bites, but Luo Yongsheng looked straight and swallowed several times.

He stole this steamed bun but he couldn't bear to eat it. He planned to eat half of it when he was so hungry that he couldn't do it. Now he has contributed to learning a craft from the old man.

After eating the steamed buns, the old man leaned comfortably against the wall and smiled.

"You beg for this business, you have to be able to choose the time and place. Look at it, there are stinky ditches and a foot of alleys everywhere, which means that most of the people living in are ordinary people. How can these ordinary people have the spare time to give us a gift?

You have to walk into the city and find places where the wide houses and courtyards are all rich. Sometimes, young men and women go out, and to show off their compassion in order to gain face in front of friends, they will also give them some food.

Also, you have to pay more attention to your long ears. If you have a wedding and funeral, hurry up and go up. Let’s congratulate you on the wedding, pick up some good words and find some spare time to do it. For fun, we will go over and kowtow and cry, and even kowtow and mourn, people will give you some rewards. Do you understand?”

Luo Yongsheng's eyes widened when he heard this. How could he understand this?

This is really 360 professions, and every profession is the top scorer.

Before Luo Yongsheng could thank him, the old man reached out and patted Luo Yongsheng on the shoulder.

"For the sake of steamed buns, I'll give you some help. Mr. Wu moved a new house and had to clean up the old house. I'll find a few hard kids who do dirty work. You can go with me and have a shower and wash your body."
Chapter completed!