Although some people have considerable confidence in the resilience and adaptability of children, not everyone can quickly accept the changes and gaps in the environment on the first day.
The experience of starvation was only experienced in the snow-capped mountains with the black dragon, but the memory of that time was as if it did not exist for Ezio. After all, the child was still too young at that time. He could not even speak in his infancy and could only survive on the blood of the creatures that the black dragon occasionally hunted. It goes without saying that children who are severely malnourished will have memories of anything.
The fat body I have now is the result of someone raising the child without any restrictions and allowing the child to eat freely.
After suddenly fleeing that home, Ezio didn't know how he was going to live. Even if he was hungry, he didn't just want to 'get' something to eat from those bakeries or fruit stalls to satisfy his hunger. Instead, he starved himself masochistically to see if anyone would take pity on him. Ezio just walked down the street in a daze.
Because of the drizzle, Ezio's valuable clothes suddenly looked different. He walked in a daze while instinctively searching for paths. He couldn't quite figure out whether he wanted to be found or not found.
Until he was tired and hungry from walking, Ezio never thought of going back. Only then did he come back to his senses and saw that he was in a dirty, smelly place. There are many large and small figures lying in the corners. I don't know if they are dead people or people sleeping there.
At this time, the child's strong adaptability is revealed. Ezio found a place where there was no rain and the ground was still dry, and he lay down on his side. He tightened his already wet clothes and planned to fall asleep with his groggy head. But no matter how sleepy he was, the problem of an empty stomach still prevented him from falling asleep peacefully. The thunderous sound was extra clear and uncomfortable on such a night.
Just when Ezio curled up, hoping that his unsatisfactory stomach would settle down, a small piece of black bread was handed to him. In the dark night, Ezio could only recognize a rather thin figure. The dim light from the street behind the entrance of the alley made it difficult to see the other person's appearance.
"You're hungry? This is for you."
It was a rather thin and immature voice. For today's little fat man, it is undoubtedly like the sound of nature. Ezio didn't think much, took the piece of hard bread, said vaguely: "Thank you." Then he swallowed the piece of hard and tasteless black bread wholeheartedly.
At this time, another voice came, with a bit of anger in his tone, saying: "Sister, why did you give something to others to eat? That is your food for tomorrow."
"Brother, he has nothing to eat. He is so pitiful." The little girl said in her childlike voice.
A figure not much taller than the girl who spoke also appeared with the light behind her. The boy wanted to snatch the bread back, but he couldn't put his hand into someone else's mouth to take out something that was eaten. So he gave up and just pulled his little sister back, teaching her a lesson: "You deserve to be hungry tomorrow. Go to bed early and don't let anyone rob you of that dry land."
"Okay, brother."
The brother and sister just held hands and walked back to the shadows, where they would sleep tonight. Although Ezio wanted to follow him, in the end he stayed where he was and fell back to the position he had found before.
Staying in that home, Ezio actually didn't learn anything. He had written down the proper etiquette and common sense of ordinary people, and almost everything the magician said or others said. Just because you remember it doesn't mean you will do it. Not to mention that he also hopes for more attention and care, so he will naturally think of some ways to attract others' attention.
It just seemed like he was a child that no one cared about after all. Feeling sorry for himself, Ezio fell into a deep sleep. The reason why I was able to sleep was not only because I was really tired, but also because of that hard piece of black bread. Whole grain food is difficult to digest, so even if the portion is small, you will feel full easily, but you will get hungry faster.
Early the next morning, in a state of confusion, Ezio was woken up by someone, who seemed to be the two brothers and sisters who had given him food last night. The eldest brother patted his cheek rudely and said, "New guy, wake up. If you want to have food, you have to help."
After being woken up, Ezio rubbed his groggy eyes and realized that he was surrounded by a group of children of all sizes. It just doesn't look like he's looking for trouble. Everyone looks similar, thin and weak. Although there were many patches on the clothes, they were still basically clean and did not look dirty.
The oldest child among them stepped forward, got close to Ezio, who looked confused, and looked up and down. Asked: "New here, you look like a child from a rich family. Is there a place I can go back to?"
Gritting his teeth, Ezio shook his head and said, "I have nowhere to go back."
"Then follow me. At least I can get food to eat." The child said so, then turned around and greeted other children of all sizes around him.
Although Ezio didn't understand what to do, he still followed. A small piece of brown bread last night made me feel less hungry for the time being, but when I woke up this morning, I felt even hungrier.
This group of orphans gathered together did nothing to steal or deceive. Instead, they look for jobs that ordinary people are unwilling to do and earn a meager remuneration. For example, in the early morning, two large buckets were carried on a trailer and went along the street to clean up the drowned buckets in every household.
Because the car was a bit heavy and we were all children, everyone got on, some pulled the car and some pushed it. Ezio followed the car, imitating the people around him, and pushed forward as hard as he could, until he reached the door of the next house.
Of course, children are not quiet masters. They will complain about the past few years when they could collect more night fragrance-that is, excrement-and urine. It's just that in the past two years, flush toilets have become the dominant one, and almost all the people from well-off families will install the most common one. The sewage discharge is concentrated into the sewers, and it is not their turn to collect it, so the collection volume has dropped sharply.
After collecting several areas, the children carried large and small wooden basins on their heads and went around to collect dirty clothes and wash them. At this time, you can use the night fragrance you just collected. The feces will be dumped into the sewer, while the urine will be used to wash clothes.
Smearing urine on the dirty and yellow parts and scrubbing vigorously can make that part of the clothes slightly whiter. Rinse clean with clean water and wring dry vigorously.
Especially for dehydration after washing, two children usually work together, one person twists one end, and the clothes are dried as much as possible. Then put it back in the tub and send it back to the person who sent the laundry for a reward.
In addition, I also go to the market to collect some rotten vegetable leaves or food that others have dropped on the ground. Sometimes a vendor needs extra help, and they will help after negotiating a fee.
In short, a large group of children worked all day to earn enough money to buy a few pieces of whole brown bread. Then, under the supervision of the Kid King, the children were fairly distributed to the children who could help out, including Ezio, who was still unfamiliar with everything.
Looking at the small piece of brown bread that was handed to his hand, it was not much bigger than what he had eaten last night. He was still thinking that after receiving the food, he would pay back the portion he had eaten last night. But if I returned the little food I got, I would be hungry today. So the fat boy is in trouble.
