Dong'e County is divided into two main streets, North and South. The South Street is located in a prosperous area, and the people who come and go are all the powerful locals in Dong'a County. The North Street is in a remote location, with many dilapidated houses. Most of the residents are civilians in the county, and their livelihood is difficult.
Gongsun Zan and Gongsun Yue pretended to be traveling merchants and strolled on the streets of Beijie.
At this time, the little beggar on the roadside was very hungry. Seeing the two men in unusual clothes, he stumbled forward.
"Two... kind gentlemen."
"Alms...give alms."
"I...haven't eaten in three days..."
The little beggar knelt down in front of Gongsun Zan and said feebly, his hands still holding the corners of their clothes.
When Gongsun Yue saw this, he wanted to push the little beggar away, but Gongsun Zan stopped him.
"Shurui, stop!"
Gongsun Zan looked at the little beggar, who had a sallow complexion and thin skin and was half-clothed. He must have been hungry for a long time as he said.
"Shurui, I remember there was a vendor on the street corner I passed by just now. I went to buy some food. Come back quickly!"
Gongsun Yue immediately turned around and left. After a while, Gongsun Yue came back with several steamed cakes in his arms.
"Eat, little brother." Gongsun Zan took the steamed cake and handed it to the little beggar.
Without saying a word, the little beggar took the cake from Gongsun Zan's hand and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering vaguely while stuffing it.
"Thank you... kind sir."
Gongsun Zan couldn't help but feel sad when he saw this scene. When talking about the history of the late Eastern Han Dynasty, how many people thought of the rolling Yangtze River, heroes and beauties, and how many people thought of the bones exposed in the wild, no roosters crowing for thousands of miles, and the people were left behind. , the person who thinks about it is heartbroken.
At this time, the Han Dynasty was actually destroyed by Huan Lingye. Natural and man-made disasters, local leaders separatist regimes, and disobedience to the central government's orders. The most miserable thing is the tens of millions of ordinary people.
In all parts of the Han Dynasty, no one can tell how many people like the little beggar are living in scanty clothing and lack of food.
The Gungun princes in the court only care about looking upward, and care about their official positions and reputations. Who is willing to look down to see how these ordinary people are living.
Even if a few people see it, they pretend not to know anything about it, whitewashing the peace all day long, and flattering superiors and bullying inferiors.
Gongsun Zan only felt an unknown fire burning in his heart. Since the Gonggun princes in the court were unwilling to do it, he, Gongsun Zan, would do it to completely end this troubled world and return the people of the world to a prosperous age with enough food and warm clothes.
In a few seconds, the big-faced pancakes had been eaten, and the little beggar thanked Gongsun Zan profusely.
"Little brother, there is no need to say thank you. This is what I should do and what I want to do." Gongsun Zan said to the little beggar and also to himself.
"My dear friend, your accent doesn't sound like locals. What's the matter with coming to Dong'a?" the little beggar said to Gongsun Zan, adding that there was nothing in Dong'a that he didn't know.
"In that case, little brother, do you know where Cheng Yu and Cheng Zhongde are?"
"Mr. Cheng, everyone in Dong'a knows about him. I can take you to find him."
"That's very good, thank you very much, little brother!"
Led by the little beggar, Gongsun Zan and his wife walked from North Street to South Street, seeing many beggars along the way.
After arriving at South Street, the appearance took on a new look. The road was smooth and open, and the houses on both sides were neat. The further you walked toward the center of South Street, the busier it became, and the houses became more spacious and grand.
Finally, in the middle of Dong'an South Street stands the most prosperous mansion in Dong'a, with carved beams and painted buildings, and is very majestic.
There is a plaque with the word "Cheng Mansion" hanging on the lintel of the mansion.
