As the footsteps outside gradually approached, Lu Yu finally saw clearly the figure outside the mountain temple door.
This is a group of beggars who are dressed in rags. Some of them are even naked, wearing only a tattered straw mat to wrap their bodies.
Many people's eyes are empty and lifeless, filled with despair about life.
They are just a speck of dust in this mortal city. No one cares about the life and death of these people. Even if some people die, it will not cause a ripple.
These people live just to live.
When Lu Yu joined the Beggar Clan, it was a helpless choice. Only with the protection of his forces could he barely survive in this city.
"It rained heavily outside the city again. I heard that all the crops were flooded, and many refugees fled to the city."
"The officials have sent people to search the city wall to prevent those refugees from getting in."
"It's best for those people not to come in. It's best to die outside. If they are allowed to enter the city, they may also rob us of things."
A group of beggars were talking to each other and ran into the yard. They happened to catch a glimpse of Lu Yu lying in the corner, with expressions of contempt and disgust on their faces.
Lu Yu has now recovered from his serious illness, but is still in a weak state.
But for the beggar gang, if they cannot go out to work and wait for food to be distributed by the gang, they are like waste and of no use at all.
"Get up, let's share the food."
A relatively burly man walked in outside. This man's name was "Zhuzi" and he was the leader of the Beggar Clan.
In fact, the entire beggar gang is nothing more than a loose organization of beggars.
Although this Zhuzhu didn't have much brains, he was born with a strong personality. He made a living by performing arts on the streets, and his life was quite miserable.
On his waist was a small bag of yellow rice.
In fact, even these yellow rice are not that pure, and are mixed with a lot of loess and stones. Even the weight is very small, just two kilograms.
Zhu Zhu introduced the yellow rice into the boiling hot water and began to cook a pot of porridge. Soon a faint aroma of rice wafted out.
All the other beggars gathered around, staring directly at the pot of porridge being cooked.
For them, that is their life.
Only by eating food can they continue to live.
Everyone has a portion, but the portion is not much, and it is barely enough to fill the stomach. But for everyone in the Beggar Clan, this is the only way to survive.
"Brother Zhuzhu, the porridge is ready." One of the child beggars stared straight at the pot, and his mouth was already drooling.
Zhuzi nodded, picked up the spoon and gave himself a portion of the thickest rice porridge.
The fragrance of rice porridge wafted out, and Zhuzi sat aside with the bowl in hand, took out another piece of steamed bun from his hand, and started eating by himself.
He is the leader of the gang and the only person with a strong working force present, so he deserves to eat the most food.
As for the other order of porridge distribution, it is also arranged according to the amount of labor in the gang.
Those at the top are naturally the senior beggars in the gang. As for those who have just joined the gang and have not made any contributions, they can only be ranked at the bottom.
The rice soup was getting less and less, and there was not much food left in the pot. Everyone was sitting in the corner, holding bowls and eating the rice soup inside.