Chapter 190 [Street Beggars' Topic]

A few skinny beggars in ragged clothes were lying on the corner of the street as usual, chatting while catching lice on their bodies under the sunshine that did not hinder the footsteps of pedestrians.

Whenever you find one, gently pinch it with your nails, and it will make a "pop" sound. This kind of sound of exploding from the hand can make the spirit happy from the top of the head to the bottom of the feet.

In front of them, there are containers respectively, some are broken bowls, some are half jars. The containers are not neatly arranged with each other, just like the lying postures of these people in a mess - no one has obsessive-compulsive disorder after being a beggar for a long time.

However, the common people are not rich enough to give alms frequently, so passers-by rarely stop here, and those who can stop and leave some money and food are very few, and they don't meet three or five in a day.

Relying on these, it is naturally difficult to live.

What's more, it's better to look through the swill poured out by the rich people, or walk through the villages and alleys to get some leftovers to satisfy our hunger.

As for getting enough food or getting some extra money, you have to wait for some people to have a wedding or a new store opening, and these people will gather together to draw lots. The lucky ones can go to sing and talk about happy songs, ask for some rewards, and eat some well-oiled meals.

Of course, they were not allowed to serve on the table, so as not to offend the guests, they could only take the food and eat it from a distance.

Most of the time, they lie on the street like this.

In addition to the little copper in the bowl, which is better than nothing, the more important thing is that stopping exercise in this way can greatly reduce unnecessary consumption, so that the stomach will not be hungry too quickly.

The beggar lying in the corner looks very old, and even his nickname is "Old Beggar", but those who are familiar with him will know that he is actually not that old, he has just reached middle age.

The topics of the beggars are not rich, they are chatting about food.

"... Tell me, what is the best food in the world."

asked a little dark beggar, who had a foot that was obviously out of shape, and maybe that was why he had fallen into the profession.

A man next to him who was wearing only half of his clothes and with distinct ribs shook his head and said, "It's hard to say, what can people like us know, and what have we tasted? Maybe you should ask, what is the best thing we have ever eaten?" eat."

"Yes, yes, yes." All the beggars agreed.

Another beggar was the first to say:

"The most delicious thing I've ever tasted. Do you still remember that four years ago, Wang Yuanwai from Rushui Town outside the city celebrated his birthday and held a water banquet? We didn't use lottery that time, so we went directly to eat until we were full. I brought back a lot of food and lived happily for several days.”

"The two bowls of red and white meat on the banquet table are the most delicious things I have ever eaten. The snow-white fat slices are tender and soft, cut thin and wide, slick and oily, and smoother than my own tongue. Get out of here."

Several beggars nodded deeply, salivating, especially the older ones, who had experienced the banquet, and recalled that good time.

Another beggar nearby said:

"The most delicious thing I've ever eaten is the dumplings made by my mother when she was still alive. It's just that my family is poor, and the frequency is not many. The first stubble of leeks and the first stubble of alfalfa are cut into two big pots."

"Add some scrambled eggs, add a few drops of sesame oil, wrap it up, cook it and dip it in old vinegar to eat, and then drink a big bowl of dumpling soup when you are full, the original soup turns into the original food, the taste, tsk..."

He tilted his head and looked towards the sky, not knowing whether he was reminiscing about his relatives, or recalling the quiet and happy childhood, or sighing with emotion about the current situation.

"I ate braised donkey meat once, it was juicy, lean and fat, and it is said that it is the best meat among animals that walk on the ground..."

"I turned over half a cup of sweet cake, which was blended with white molasses, added fresh milk and dough balls, and sprinkled with some western raisins. It tastes very sweet and high-end..."

The beggars spoke separately, arguing endlessly, but such a topic would make them hungry quickly.

As their stomachs growled, they suddenly felt that the gain outweighed the loss.

"Talk about something else, talk about something else,"

"Then... Let's talk about what is the scariest thing in the world, no, it should be 'what is the scariest thing you have ever encountered, hahahahahaha." The proposed beggar said while looking at the half-clothed Clothes, meant to make fun of.

All the beggars were indeed of the same type. They instantly understood what the speaker meant and started laughing.

"Of course walking at night is the scariest, especially when you come across a cemetery. How many of you are brave enough to walk up there? I was terrified that time. In the middle of the night, there are foxes calling from far and near, and they always draw circles to return It’s better to stay where you are until you find a place to hide in the wind.” A beggar replied.

"That's because you are too cowardly. I have never been afraid of walking at night. As long as I can't see my fingers, I can walk for a while. Compared with them, the dogs raised by Luyuanwai in Dongcheng are more terrifying. Pu, he is still big, especially if he knows the dog-beating stick, he often ignores the stick and directly rushes at people."

These words were well received by the beggars.

Everyone has suffered from those dogs, and there is no objection to this. Even the person who just proposed walking at night gave up his original opinion, and instead supported that "the dogs raised by deer members are the most terrible".

Another person said: "...Talk about what you plan to do in the future? Although I don't know if we still have a chance to get rid of the status of beggars, but dreaming is also a good thing?"

"If I have the opportunity in the future, I would like to work as a small worker on a construction site. Unfortunately, I don't eat much and can't exert much energy, so I always get fired." A beggar lamented that he was also thin. There is always nothing to eat, so I have no strength to work.

Someone shook his head and sighed, saying, "It's so troublesome, alas."

"Old beggar, what do you want to do in the future?" The black and thin young beggar asked in the corner.

"Me..." The old beggar narrowed his eyes, "My greatest wish is to be able to eat dumplings every day. But it's very difficult, maybe when I save some money, set up a small stall, and sell some dumplings that are not affected by me. The handicraft affected by the disability of the legs is no longer a beggar."

Hearing this lofty ideal, all the beggars burst into laughter.

The old beggar is actually different from the beggars around, because he still has a house in the city, but he is reluctant to go back.

After all, I was alone and empty. The so-called "no quilt in the middle of the night, and the hunger makes the body colder." Now the weather has cooled down.

Every two or three days, he went back to stay for one night, and the rest of the time he huddled with the beggars.

The quilt at home has not been changed for many years, and there are holes in it. Occasionally, mice can be seen walking around on it. If you are hungry, you can catch a mouse and eat it to save money.

The topic soon came to the strange things that happened before.

The old beggar was asked again, he still squinted his eyes, and said: "A few days ago, I saw a man with a rough face and a thunderous mouth, passing through the street, and hurried north out of the city. No one thought it was unusual, but I The eyes have been bright since childhood, no matter how you look at it, how you feel, it should not be a person under the clothes, but a monkey."

The beggars laughed again in disbelief.

But half a mile away, a young man in white with a sword in his hand heard it and stopped lightly.

Thank you Wang Banxian for your reward.