In the city of Medina, there was a poor family who was engaged in sewing. The male owner was named Mustafa. He and his wife were dependent on each other and had an only son named Aladdin. Aladdin is playful by nature. He is idle and never learns well. He is an out-and-out little naughty boy. The old couple wholeheartedly hopes that their son will learn sewing so that he can inherit his father's business and make a living from it. Because their family was in a poor financial situation, they had no extra money for Aladdin to study or become an apprentice, let alone to start a business. However, Aladdin was playful by nature and never wanted to stay in his shop sewing peacefully. He always ran out to play with the poor and naughty children in the area and would not go home all day long. Aladdin was accustomed to this, and no amount of persuasion or whipping worked. He neither listened to his parents' advice and learned to sew well to inherit his father's business, nor did he learn the skills of doing business, so he just continued to hang out day by day. His parents thought his future was too dire and worrying.
Seeing his son's unproductive behavior, Mustafa was disappointed, filled with grief and anger. When Aladdin was ten years old, his father finally became ill due to depression and died. Aladdin not only did not feel guilty because of his father's death and changed his lazy and dissolute character, but he believed that after his father's death, he would no longer be strictly restrained and disciplined, so he became more unruly, lazy and degenerate, and continued to live a dissolute life. His mother saw that her son was useless and had no hope at all. She felt that her future was bleak, so she had no choice but to sell all the items in the tailor shop and start spinning threads. Poor unfortunate mother, who worked from dawn to dusk, made a living by spinning threads, and had to support her naughty son who was not doing his job properly. He was kept in this way until he was fifteen years old.
On this day, as usual, Aladdin was playing boredly with a group of gangsters in the area who were just as idle as him, when he suddenly had an idea.
"Hey, everyone, listen to me. I heard Aunt Cynthia say yesterday that someone had found fist-sized gold nuggets in the Death Desert before. We are idle anyway, so why not go to the edge of the Death Desert today? Anyway, as long as There is no risk if we don't go deep into the desert. If we are lucky enough to find gold, then we don't have to play boring games here! Even if we can't find it, we can always get something by saying some lucky words to the caravans we meet! "
The gangsters had nothing to do and were happy with Aladdin's suggestions. A group of people happily ran to the edge of the Death Desert and searched for the whole day, but they couldn't find any trace of the gold nugget until it was dark. However, he encountered two caravans. The guards of the caravans did not have a good temper towards these gangsters. Aladdin almost received a whip when he approached them to beg for something.
"Aladdin, let's go back."
A playmate said to Aladdin, "It's almost dark. If you don't go back, you'll run into sand pirates."
"Oh, it seems that gold is not so easy to find."
Aladdin sneezed. The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is huge. It can kill people with heat during the day and freeze to death at night. Aladdin also felt a little cold now.
"Hey, Aladdin, do you see someone there?" Another playmate said, pointing to the back.
"Is there someone? Could it be a sand pirate..." Aladdin shrank his head and looked along his companion's fingers, only to see a person walking on the sand dunes in the distance.
"Like a traveler from a foreign country, no one in Medina would dress like this, and it's just one person, so he's definitely not a sand bandit."
Aladdin rolled his eyes, "Brothers, our business is here!"
This group of idle guys was originally a bunch of idle hooligans. They relied on their parents or other means to get some of their daily food and drink expenses, and it was inevitable that they would do some sneaky things. Normally, they are bound by the teachings in Medina, so they don't dare to go too far - because if they are caught, their hands will be cut off. But if the target is a traveler from other places, they have no scruples - foreigners have no protection in Medina.
"Aladdin, what should we do?"
"What to do? Of course it's the old rule. Get out our guy who's eating!"
Aladdin clapped his hands,
"Oh, it's so miserable this time! I really want to drink some water!"
Paine, who had not taken in any water and walked in the desert for a whole day, was already quite exhausted both mentally and physically. He walked all the way along the tracks of camels and people. The desert heat wave during the day was so intense that the air seemed to be burning. If it hadn't been for the success of Pointing the Star, his body would have been much stronger than before, and he would have collapsed somewhere in the desert.
Just when he thought he was about to die of thirst, he suddenly saw seven or eight people running towards him in front of him.
These people were dressed in white gowns, black bloomers, shaggy woolen cloaks, and gingham turbans on their heads. The leader was brandishing a long, curved scimitar.
"Foreigner! If you know what's going on, hand over all the money you have!"
The man said viciously, "My scimitar is already thirsty."
"Yeah, hand over the money quickly!"
The minions around him shouted.
Pan En smiled instead of getting angry. They were just a group of young men with only one knife in total. How could they just come out to rob someone like this?
"Money? I don't have any."
"Then we have to get it ourselves! Brothers, come together!"
The man at the head was playing with the scimitar in a dazzling way. The scimitar was flying up and down in his hand, almost dancing like a flower. The other minions also rushed towards Pan!
