Under the dilapidated thatched house, the window paper flapped back and forth in the wind, making a flapping sound.
Looking through the crack in the window, there is a huddled figure in the corner. His body is covered with rag strips from unknown sources, and underneath him is a "mattress" piled with straw leaves.
It wasn't until the crowing of cocks broke through the silent night that the figure made any movement.
The person on the bed first turned sideways, stretched his body and lay flat, and sighed quietly.
She, Fu Qi, woke up from this body three days ago.
This body is only ten years old.
Fortunately, he is not a child who is babbling.
Overall, she was grateful to be able to have life again under the blue sky.
Now she is trying to adjust and adapt to the world.
According to the memory of the original owner, the place where she is now is Xiaoyun Town. As for the larger map, the original owner has no memory. No, in her opinion, the original owner has no idea at all.
And most ordinary people in this town don't know either. To them, they have lived in this place their whole lives, and it doesn't matter what they don't understand.
As for why Fu Qi didn't understand in detail, the main reason was that she was hungry. This body was starved to death when she came here. She had been busy looking for food for the past two days. In order to solve the important matter of survival, she had no energy to pay attention to anything else.
The original owner had previously relied on an old beggar for help. He had not appeared for three days before the original owner died. Fu Qi thought he must have been that person.
The sound of roosters crowing again brought Fu Qi back to her senses. She sat up immediately, walked to the door with her worn shoes, shook her head, twisted her hands, and stretched her muscles. He breathed a sigh of relief, his energy sinking into his dantian. He grasped it with both hands and moved away the wooden board that was leaning against the door as a door.
Fuqi looked at the red marks on her hands, shook her head, clasped her hands together and patted them, until she patted away the remaining debris in her hands, then she put her hands in her pockets and walked towards the bustling part of the town during the day.
It wasn't completely bright yet, but there were already many people on the street. Fuqi walked to the alley that she had walked in the past two days.
She squatted down in front of the sixth brick under the wall on the right, holding a tree branch in her hand to scrape off the new mud around the brick. When the brick became somewhat loose, she pulled it out and removed it. Two broken, chipped bowls were taken out from the small space inside, with two copper coins lying inside.
She got this yesterday, and she had been hungry all night just to keep it until today. This means she has money in her hands and is not "panic" in her heart.
Unfortunately, this "surplus food" is only enough for today!
As for why she didn't put them where she lived, it was because she was afraid someone would sneak in and take her things away.
In the memory of the original owner, it was true that people with unclean hands and feet came and touched things. She also felt it two days ago. She even thought that the two layers of straw mattresses and "quilts" would be gone if she went back tonight.
Fuqi straightened up and slowly walked towards her target.
When she came to the shop, she put two copper coins on the table.
The people in the shop didn't say anything when they saw the relatively clean copper coins. After collecting the money, they took out two yellowed steamed buns and put them in her bowl.
Fu Qi saw that there was one more person, and raised her head to speak, but the other person waved her hand directly, indicating that she should leave quickly and not stop him from doing business.
Fuqi swallowed her words, said "thank you" and left.
Fu Qi was dazed while chewing on the steamed buns that didn't taste very good.
She knew in advance why she came to this shop. The taste and appearance of this shop were not that good. The store owner probably knew this, so the portion was a little bigger than the steamed buns from other shops.
What Fu Qi needs to solve now is the problem of not being hungry. The quality of the taste is not considered for the time being. There are many people like Fu Qi, so the store's business is not very good. Not too bad.
After finishing one steamed bun, Fuqi wrapped the other one in the cloth bag she washed yesterday and put it in her cloth pocket.
Fuqi stood up, patted the dust on her body, and headed directly towards the place where there were many people at first.
A carriage passed by the alley. A six or seven-year-old boy opened the curtain and looked at the figure squatting in the corner. He lowered the curtain. Then the carriage slowed down and the boy appeared again. He held his little half He stretched out the window, and the object in his hand drew a beautiful parabola in the air with his movements, and accurately smashed into the two bowls.
A childish voice sounded, "You're welcome, little brother, please change into better clothes."
The carriage gradually drove away while Fu Qi was stunned, and a figure rushed towards her from a distance. Fu Qi did not hesitate and immediately lay down, pressing the two bowls under her body.
Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the figure said speechlessly: "Don't you already have one?"
Fu Qi said sincerely: "The other one is mine too."
The person opposite was jealous: "Damn it, you actually have two bowls!"
Fuqi: "..."
Others who are eager to try: "..."
Is the focus on the bowl?
...
With the harvest, Fu Qi quickly moved back to her "home base".
When Fu Qi saw no one around, she took a serious look at the windfall.
Two golden beads as big as thumbs!
That doll is simply a good-luck boy!
"Qiang——"
"Qiang Qiang——"
The sound of the gong being struck came from far away, and Fu Qi put the golden beads away and went out to see what was going on.
Because of the sound of the gong, the place that was empty just now suddenly became a lot more crowded.
At this time, a boy who was not much younger than Fuqi appeared, with two strings of dripping snot hanging from his nose. Fuqi had some impression of him. He was the youngest son of the family at the intersection, named Goudan.
Goudan said: "Want to know why?"
Fuqi stared at Goudan for a while and nodded.
Goudan: “You give me something to eat first and I’ll tell you.”
Fuqi: "I didn't."
Goudan pouted: "Stop pretending, I already know about Mr. Lu giving you a reward. If you don't give it, I will tell everyone about it!"
Fuqi: "..."
He already knew how to threaten people when his buttocks were still naked.
Fu Qi took out the steamed buns and said, "You gave me three coins, and this is the only one left."
Goudan's eyes gleamed and he wanted to grab it, but Fuqi hid, "What if what you said is not true?"
Goudan raised his chin: "Who is my father! It's Li Daqiang!"
At this time, Goudan was quite as powerful as his father Zhang Erhe.
Fu Qi tore off half of the steamed bun and handed it over: "You tell me first. If you make sure it's true, I'll give you the other half."
Goudan nodded after hearing this.
Fuqi waited for Goudan to finish eating before Goudan said: "I heard from my father that this year is the day when the immortals come to choose someone."
Fu Qi: "Immortal?"
Goudan nodded.
Fuqi's confused look satisfied Goudan's desire to talk, and then explained: "Just like birds flying in the sky, we call them immortals."
Fu Qi probably understood the meaning, and then asked: "Then why doesn't your father take you there?"
Goudan said: "Immortals only live between five and eight years old. I was born yesterday and am nine years old."
Fu Qi: "...It's only a few hours away, is the jam so tight?"
Goudan nodded.
Who says it’s not!
If I had known, he would have come out of his mother's belly a day later.
