diskusbooks Chapter 461: Unrequited Gratitude
Chapter 461: Unrequited Gratitude
Although Qingrao City is a wealthy city, there are quite a few beggars. Beggars are indeed pitiful, as a large number of them will freeze to death in the cold winter.
The dilapidated temples inside and outside the city are their main gathering places. In freezing cold weather, it is common for them to fight over a place to rest.
But if you say it is abominable, it is indeed abominable. Most of the people who traffic in people, rob and steal are from them. Moreover, they have no household or residence, so it is difficult to investigate.
As a result, he was so arrogant even though he had no money. On the street ahead, there was a beggar who passed by a steamed bun shop. When the owner was not paying attention, he took a steamed bun and left.
The owner of the bun shop cursed loudly, rolled up his sleeves and chased for several hundred meters, but he still hadn't caught up with the beggars. When he looked back, he saw a few more beggars hiding in the dark, rushing towards the bun shop at the right time. They grabbed at least three or four buns in each hand, stuffed two in their mouths, and tucked two under their arms, and then fled quickly.
The diligent and hardworking steamed bun shop owner lost more than a dozen steamed buns before he even opened his stall, and he felt very miserable.
The world is like this, what can he do? He can only consider himself unlucky and face bad luck.
But the beggar, who was eating a bun, walking briskly, and looking back and sneering while running away, bumped into a man head-on.
The man was as steady as a rock and didn't move at all, but the beggar was thrown several meters away, rolled a few times, and the stolen bread was scattered all over the ground.
"Fuck you, why don't you watch when you walk!" The beggar cursed angrily, supporting himself with one hand on the ground and covering his head with the other.
When he looked up, he finally saw clearly who he had bumped into. This man was tall, dressed in white, and looked as handsome as an immortal. The key point was that he had a long sword on his waist.
Not easy to mess with... This thought flashed through the beggar's mind the next second, and he quietly put away the iron needle hidden on his waist rope.
"Woo..."
At this moment, a choking sound suddenly came from beside him.
It turned out to be his companion who had just fallen down, and the bun was stuck in his trachea and couldn't get it out.
Due to lack of oxygen, his face turned black and purple, and beating his chest and stamping his feet was useless. Seeing this, the beggars who had just stolen with him took a few steps back.
No one was willing to rescue him. It was Li Changxiao who flicked his finger lightly, and a stream of transparent internal force shot into his chest.
The next second, the beggar coughed out the foreign object in his trachea, began to breathe heavily, and his complexion gradually recovered.
"You little brats, you dare to steal my bag! I will beat you to death!"
The boss of the bun shop had given up the pursuit, but after seeing what had happened, he was still angry, so he rushed over with a stick in hand.
"Boss, how much are the buns? I'll pay for them." Li Changxiao looked at the bun shop owner.
The boss put away the stick, glanced at Li Changxiao suspiciously, then stretched out his hand and said, "Twenty cents."
Li Changxiao gave twenty-five coins, and the boss's expression eased. He kindly advised the beggar in white clothes who had too much money to spend, "These beggars are greedy and lazy. If you help them once, they will pester you. I think you are a good person, so I warned you."
"You old bastard, what are you talking about? I think your eighty-year-old mother must be lonely. Do you want your father to go to your house and play..." The beggar pointed at the bun shop owner and cursed.
The bun shop owner had an unhappy look on his face, and finally turned around, thinking, out of sight, out of mind.
"Thank you, I know." Li Changxiao shouted at him.
The boss paused, looked back at the man in white, nodded slightly, and returned to the bun shop.
His shop is the one that suffers the most from bag thefts on this street.
The cause of the incident was that a few years ago, when he was selling things at his stall, he saw a beggar who was starving and cold. He felt really sorry for the beggar, so he was moved with pity and gave him a warm bun.
Since then, beggars often come to beg. He didn't mind it in the first few months, but later on, more and more people came, and kindness always has a limit.
Later he stopped giving alms. The beggar called him cold-blooded, a snob, and even his eighteen ancestors.
After that, he was often harassed by beggars, who stole... and he couldn't drive them away. If he could turn back time, why would he do such stupid things?
There is an old saying in Qingrao City: It is better to give food to a roadside dog than to a beggar.
So when he saw the savior in white, he couldn't help but give a kind word of warning. After all, he was kind by nature and didn't want to see others follow in his footsteps and be harassed by beggars from then on.
He thought the other party didn't listen, but he found that the other party seemed to know, but had his own plans. He ignored it and returned to the stall to continue selling.
Li Changxiao didn't think the bun shop owner was talkative. As for human nature... Li Changxiao, who had peeked into thousands of dreams, understood it more thoroughly.
Besides, he is not a good guy who helps everyone.
"What's your name?" Li Changxiao looked at the beggar who bumped into him head-on.
The voice is flat, neither friendly nor distant, neither angry nor happy.
"My name is Liu Qi'er." The beggar said with a smile, "Brother, don't listen to the nonsense of that bastard who gave birth to a child without eyes. I am not the kind of person he said I am."
"By the way, what's the name of that move you just used? It's just a flick of the finger, and with a whoosh, it flies out."
"It's called Flower-Tanning Finger." Li Changxiao said as he walked.
Liu Qier chased after him, talking incessantly, talking about this and that, and was unwilling to leave.
Even the future is already in sight. In many story picture books, the story is about a beggar who meets a wise man and then soars to the sky.
"Let me ask you a question. Where do most of the beggars gather in Qingrao City?" Li Changxiao asked.
"Beggar stronghold?" Liu Qier recalled for a moment, clapped his hands, and said, "I know that there are eighteen gathering points throughout Qingrao City, and there are about a hundred people in each gathering point."
"Are you buying someone, sir, or something else? I'm good at everything and wouldn't mind being your guide."
Liu Qier asked in a servile manner, "I just wonder if you are willing to teach me one or two skills? If you want to save face, we can become your disciples, right?"
As he said this, Liu Qier was about to kneel down, "Master, please accept my disciple's greetings."
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't kneel down at all.
It was as if there was a breeze, supporting his knees tightly.
Li Changxiao didn't hear any of that, or rather, he ignored it. He walked lightly, putting away his true and false intentions, but he looked like a real immortal. He said lightly, "Lead the way, take me to each stronghold." He also gave Liu Qier ten copper coins as a guide fee.
Liu Qier looked at his back and murmured, "Master, so handsome."
Immediately, his eyes lit up, and he thought that he must become his disciple, perhaps his fate would take a turn for the better.