Guotianfang, an abandoned house.
Although Song Yu felt in advance that the gap between the rich and the poor in Yongxi Prefecture was very large, it might be far beyond his imagination. But when he came to this deserted house, he was still a little surprised.
Separated by a city, Guotianfang and Guixianglou seem to be two worlds and two cities. Guotianfang is full of deserted streets, sparsely populated, and ruined buildings as far as the eye can see. Even some of the old trees in the courtyard that were quite stylish and had obviously once been wealthy were now completely lifeless.
But when I think about it again, it’s normal. Although Guixiang Tower is located on the edge of Yongxi Prefecture, it is close to the official road, which is somewhat advantageous. Guotianfang is adjacent to Yuan'ao Mountain. If the beast tide breaks through the city, it will suffer the most damage. Yongxi Prefecture is so big, no one would want to live in such a place unless they have no choice.
And people like the little beggar obviously have this "last resort".
What is the quality of life? They can live day by day. They are lucky enough to have roofs to cover their heads and tables and beds to sleep on.
Walking in the dark and dilapidated mud alley, Du Anchen's swaying red dress has an indescribable charm. Song Yu looked at Du Anchen's back and was a little curious about how she could find out that the little beggar called "Seventh Brother" settled here because she was so out of tune with this place.
Before he could finish wondering what Du Anchen's work process was like, Du Anchen had already stopped: "Here we are."
This is a rare large brick house in this dilapidated dirt alley, but it lacks repairs and maintenance. The tiles on the roof are also broken and missing. Only the tiles on the roof of one house seem to be intact. It is estimated that if someone lives there, they can only sleep in that room.
The floors were mostly made of broken slates, and in the halls with the door panels falling off, there were some little beggars sleeping on straws lying in a mess.
They are not very old. According to Song Yu's judgment, some of the children are only four or five years old, and they are old enough to hold other people's hands while sleeping. However, each of them was so skinny that they looked like their skeletons were covered with a layer of human skin. It was obvious that their lives were not easy.
While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone. If it were not for this holographic game, it would be difficult to understand the origin of these poems.
Song Yu was so distracted that he didn't notice and actually crushed an already fragile floor tile with his foot.
There was a "pop" sound, and someone was woken up. He glanced over subconsciously and saw Song Yu and Du Anchen. They were both well-dressed and adults, so they were obviously not the same kind.
The child who woke up quickly shook his sleeping companion awake, and looked at Song Yu and Du Anchen with eyes that were wary and full of curiosity.
"Don't be afraid, it's all for you." After saying that, Song Yu put down the baggage he had carried all the way. It contained not only steamed buns, steamed buns and other portable and filling food, but also elbows and hooves that could not be wrapped in oil paper. Pork, roast chicken, roast duck, etc.
These things have a fatal attraction to the little beggars who have no enough to eat and no warmth. However, street life made them wary of this kind of natural benefit, and no one came forward for a while. Only an older boy asked: "You two are strangers. I don't know how you found us. What's the matter?"
Song Yu was not in a hurry to express his intention, but took out a steamed bun from the food, broke off a piece and ate it: "Eat it, it's not poisonous. It's still hot."
The way Song Yu eats, I have to say, it looks delicious. The little beggars secretly swallowed a sip of saliva. Finally, one child who looked to be only eight or nine years old couldn't hold it back. He took the steamed buns and stuffed them into his mouth despite the scolding eyes of the leading boy.
"Hey!" The boy's straight face suddenly collapsed, full of displeasure and concern, and he looked more like a child than before. Perhaps because he noticed Song Yu's gaze, he turned serious again, and his voice became more dignified, "If you don't obey orders like this, whatever happens in the future, Brother Seven and I won't care about you."
"But I haven't eaten white flour steamed buns for a long time." The child's mouth was bulging, and crumbs of white flour were flying out with every word. He cherished the crumbs and picked them back, not a bit Not willing to waste. "Even if it means death, I will fight to the death!"
Although he knew rationally that these were NPCs, Song Yu still felt a little sad as he watched this scene: "I don't have any ill intentions in coming here, I just have something to ask your seventh brother."
"Seventh Brother is not here. You are looking in the wrong place." The young man said coldly.
In the small courtyard, the boy's voice reached everyone's ears clearly. Even the child who was stuffing white flour buns into his mouth just now looked at Song Yu and his eyes became no longer friendly.
Yes, the halo is gone for the time being, but the hatred value is very stable.
But since then, Song Yu's concept of the young version of the beggar gang in front of him has become somewhat vague. He originally thought that these people were forced to obey the orders of the little beggar, but now it seems that in this environment, these children actually have a desire to rely on and protect the little beggar.
It seems that this big brother is very successful in what he does.
In this way, Song Yu no longer wants to use violent means: "I am not a bad person, so you can divide the food first. If you think I am not safe here, then I will wait for you outside the door. You can discuss it and send a message to your seventh brother, and let him decide whether he wants to see me or not."
Du Anchen looked at Song Yu in shock: "You don't want me to spend time here with you, do you?"
Song Yu never expected that there would be a troublemaker next to him, but he had already gained experience in dealing with Du Anchen. He stretched out five fingers on the spot and said: "Fifty taels of silver will buy you today, should it be enough?"
"long time."
"make a deal."
Song Yu took out some money from the system backpack and handed it to Du Anchen. This bold style of showing off wealth casually made the little beggars’ eyes go straight. If the young man in the lead hadn't been intimidating everyone, they would have all rushed to have close contact with Song Yu, either begging or stealing, with their wallets in hand and no worries.
Just like they were used to by the great beggars.
Song Yu's unintentional act made many beggars feel that they should help him - help him, what else can a person with such a generous hand want for these poor people who have nothing? Maybe Seventh Brother answered a few words and then he left. And those who help him spread the word can also get some rewards?
In the courtyard separated by only one wall, or even half a wall from the dilapidation level, the children were discussing and arguing.
The old god of Song Dynasty is here. Du Anchen looked at him with a somewhat complicated look: "Did you calculate these as well?"
Hearing this, Song Yu leaned close to Du Anchen's ear and whispered: "Of course not. However, I really just want to ask questions, not to harm anyone. At worst, if I don't see him this time, I will look for him a few more times. Anyway, you are looking for someone. If you are very capable, you can also earn more.”
Du Anchen glanced at Song Yu with disgust, but rarely scolded him.
The sound of the door opening and closing came from the courtyard. After about an incense burner, Song Yu was squatting down in boredom and starting to scribble on the dirt, when the voice of the young man who took the lead came from the courtyard. : "You two, please come in."
It could be heard that the young man was trying hard to be precise, but the formal wording made him quite uncomfortable. The young man's voice seemed unconfident and reserved.
"Here we come!" Song Yu pushed open the door and entered without delaying. Most of the little beggars in this deserted house gathered in the yard, each forming an array. There was only one older student who led a group of kids aged three, four, five or six to eat meat and steamed buns at a stone table under a dead tree.
The eyes of the young man who just took the lead were still full of distrust. But now that the matter has come to this, there is no longer any persistence.
Standing on the steps behind him was the little beggar who was rescued by Song Yu that day. Back then, Song Yu only felt that he was dirty and embarrassed. Now, standing with these little beggars, he could really see that he was quite impressive in his posture.
The little beggar's clothes were also cleaner and neater than the others, but his face was not washed properly for some unknown reason. He stood taller than the others, but he didn't look arrogant. Instead, he was full of sorrow.
When the little beggar saw Song Yu, he was stunned for a moment, then became extremely frightened: "It's you!"
"It's me, your savior." In this situation, Song Yu wanted to say a pretentious line.
However, the effect of pretending is obviously not very good. The little beggar immediately turned around and ran away. Before spreading his legs, he did not forget to express to the little beggars the reason for his departure: "He is from the Department of Safety!"
At this time, the children were all excited, and they all gathered in front of Song Yu, who wanted to chase the little beggar. They glared at each other and looked at death as if they were dead.
"Damn, this Ping An Secretary doesn't usually have any good deeds, does he?" Song Yu didn't know that his life-saving grace was not worth the lethality of the three words "Ping An Secretary". In just a blink of an eye, children surrounded Song Yu and Du Anchen in layers.
They grew up on the streets and had no self-esteem. As soon as their bodies tilted, they fell at Song Yu's feet and hugged his thighs tightly. Some thin but agile ones even climbed up Song Yu's back and onto his shoulders, while others grabbed Song Yu's arm tightly and opened their mouths to bite him regardless.
Song Yu's face turned pale in pain, and he really missed himself so much. He couldn't stop eating because of choking, and struggled to shake his arms trying to break free. However, the children gathered too tightly and did not give him much room to develop.
And in these two or three breaths, the little beggar had almost run out of sight.
"Du Anchen!" Song Yu himself couldn't escape, but that didn't mean Du Anchen couldn't. In terms of force, Du Anchen's lethality should be about the same as Xie Nanshi's.
Before Song Yu could call out her name, Du Anchen, who had only used the power of his sword to intimidate the children, had already changed his expression, stepped heavily on his feet, and rose into the air. The children's eyes only dimmed as Du Anchen's red clothes passed over their heads and went straight to the little beggar.
