"stop!"
Yang Zhen shouted, but somehow she moved very quickly, rushed to the iron pillar and hugged him.
"Brother Tiezhu, let's go!"
Tie Zhu's face was livid. There was a bruise on his face, but now he looked even more ferocious. It's no wonder that he is not lovable here. With his appearance, how many people are willing to reach out to help him? Even if you weren't startled by him, you would at least stay away from him.
Yang Zhen took Tiezhu to the sesame seed cake stall just now. Although only a quarter of an hour had passed, Yang Zhen seemed to be a different person. The hesitation, timidity, and shame just now were all left behind. Facing this equally ugly man, Yang Zhen bowed deeply and shouted softly: "Uncle..."
The man sighed, grabbed a piece of sesame cake, thought about it, added another one, and threw it to Yang Zhen:
"Take it! Little kid..."
Yang Zhen thanked her and came to a corner with Tiezhu, where they each shared a piece of cake.
After eating the sesame seeds, most of the hunger in my belly was gone. Yang Zhen wanted to take Tie Zhu around the city, but Tie Zhu was unwilling. He said that he wanted to find food elsewhere and asked Yang Zhen to go alone and meet outside the city when it was getting dark.
Yang Zhen understood his mood and no longer insisted. So, the two separated.
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Yang Zhen wanted to visit the city more, and she also had this intention. He has never known the true identity of his body, and hopes to meet someone who knows him in this city closest to the Taoist temple. Even if this may bring unforeseen danger to himself, it is better than being a beggar. , living in a muddle.
However, things didn't go as planned. Instead of meeting acquaintances, they met a group of enemies, the same group of beggars who came to rob the Taoist temple yesterday. Less than a quarter of an hour after being separated from Tie Zhu, he bumped into this group of people.
The first person to meet Yang Zhen was the child who climbed out of the window and smashed a candlestick yesterday. The child had a piece of cloth wrapped around his left hand, and he was touching a little woman with his injured hand, grunting, probably asking for something. The little woman was so frightened by him that she hid aside. As she hid, she happened to be next to Yang Zhen.
When the beggar saw Yang Zhen, he was stunned for a moment, with a habitual flattering smile on his face. When he remembered who Yang Zhen was, he immediately turned into a fierce look, opened his mouth, and shouted:
"That green-faced ghost's little concubine is here, come quickly!"
I'll fuck you! You are the mistress, and your whole family is the mistress! Yang Zhen laughed angrily, raised her fist, and hit his nasty mouth hard!
"Pounce!" The little beggar fell on his back and was beaten severely by Yang Zhen for the second time.
"If you keep talking mean, I'll beat you every time I see you!"
Yang Zhen imitated the tone of the waiter at the bun shop and cursed fiercely. Sure enough, people are subject to change. It has only been a day since Yang Zhen, who was gentle and kind to others in her previous life, has already become like a young and Dangerous boy in a mixed society.
At this time, several teenagers had emerged from several places in the alley. They were the same people yesterday. When they saw Yang Zhen, they gathered around her.
A good man never suffers any immediate loss! Yang Zhen saw a gap that they had not yet surrounded, rushed out, and ran away.
Naturally, these beggars refused to give up. It's okay if he can't hit an iron pillar, but he can't hit the kid in front of him with short calves? So after a few shouts, all the beggars started chasing after him.
Yang Zhen was a little frightened at this moment. With his small body, he would definitely not be able to get a good deal if he fell into the hands of these beggars. He didn't know where Tiezhu had gone, so he could only scurry around like a headless fly. With his small size and flexibility, he actually broke out of the siege that was about to be formed several times.
Running through the streets, running through the markets, running through the alleys, running across the stone bridges...
Yang Zhen did not expect that when he came to an authentic ancient city for the first time, he would actually start playing parkour.
Ahead was a small alley with bluestone slabs. Yang Zhen panicked and rushed towards it.
At this time, the child who was chasing closest was the child who had been beaten twice by Yang Zhen. He realized his shame and then became brave. After getting up from the ground, he kept holding on to Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen didn't dare to stop and fight with him for the third time. If she got entangled with the child, it would be troublesome for the people behind to catch up.
In a quaint and dilapidated alley, a half-year-old child was running as fast as he could, followed by an unkempt young man chasing him with curses. The residents in the alley were silently busy with their own affairs at the door, occasionally looking up at the two running children.
After turning a corner, there was a dead end ahead. Yang Zhen secretly screamed "Oops". The footsteps of the beggar behind him were getting closer, and if he turned back at this moment, he would definitely intercept him. In panic, Yang Zhen rushed into a nearby courtyard with an ajar door without even thinking about it.
Soon, the beggar also came nearby. Yang Zhen had already closed the door, leaning on the door and panting, nervously peering outside through the crack of the door.
After a while, several more beggars came. After meeting up with the one in front, they looked at the roadless alley ahead. These people looked around, scanning every house in the surrounding area with suspicious eyes. But they didn't have the courage to knock on these people's doors. After muttering and cursing for a while, these people left angrily.
Yang Zhen felt relieved and turned around. An old woman in her sixties was standing at the door of the hall, watching him silently.
The old woman was wearing dark blue-grey clothes. The clothes were a little shabby, but they were washed very clean. Her hair was gray, but she combed it very carefully, without any stray hair. In the old woman's slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes were staring at Yang Zhen with a puzzled expression.
Yang Zhen was startled, and she instantly put on an innocent smile, showing a row of white teeth, and said hello politely:
"Grandma, there are bad guys beating me outside. Can I stay here for a while?"
People here call older women "grandma", which Yang Zhen learned just now from listening to people talk at the morning market.
The old woman didn't say anything. She pointed to a stone table and bench in the middle of the yard and asked Yang Zhen to sit on it. She turned around and went into the house. After a while, she came out with a glass of water.
Yang Zhen quickly stood up, took the water glass with both hands, and kept thanking her. Seeing that she was young but very polite, the old woman nodded, then went into the house and took out two pieces of pancakes, put them in a small bowl, and watched Yang Zhen eat them with a kind smile in the corner of her eyes.
Facts have proved that good looks can really make a living. If Tie Zhu was here, he would have been kicked out before he could even speak, but Yang Zhen looked like a young lady, and she was also polite, so she was able to eat and drink.
So Yang Zhen secretly sighed, if I had known there was such a good place, why did I bother to go to the morning market just now?
