Tang San subconsciously thought that he lived in a weak country. How could such a country that did not value the strong and did not encourage people to practice, be strong?
Not long after hearing this conversation, Tang San fell asleep again because of fatigue.
When he woke up again due to the noise, the man had returned to him tiredly, and his clothes looked messier than before. There was mud stuck to his clothes.
It looked like he had been busy all day, and he was holding a bunch of colorful bills tightly in his hands.
Tang San didn't understand why he held these pieces of paper so tightly. Only later did he realize that those pieces of paper were money. This world no longer uses metal currency. These pieces of paper are recognized by everyone as money.
After that, he was taken away. Tang Hao was a gangster and the construction site would not keep him overnight.
This time seemed to be the rainy season in the Tiandou Empire. Just as the man hugged him and left, the sky became gloomy again and a light rain began to fall.
The man walked back to the corner where he had taken shelter from the rain, only to find that Lijiang was occupied by homeless people. His right hand clenched his fist, as if he wanted to drive away the homeless man.
But after hesitating for a while, he finally didn't take action. Even a homeless man might reveal his location. Looking at the child in the cardboard box in his arms, he finally endured it and continued to look for shelter from the rain and a place to spend the night.
The man carried Tang San all the way through the city. Here, Tang San saw a prosperous world that he had never imagined, with row upon row of high-rise buildings, colorful neon lights, and an endless stream of pedestrians and vehicles. This made the city
It is so noisy that even the fall of night cannot stop it.
Tang San was very puzzled. Even if he didn't have much mental power, he could still tell it from his walking posture and other habitual movements. There were almost no martial arts practitioners on this street. But most of them were well-dressed. At least they were better than holding a hug.
The man who cares about him is much richer.
This made him confused as to why the strong could not get privileges, while the weak lived an extremely nourishing life. He felt that the world must be sick. It was a twisted world.
As the man walked through the center of the city, it was as if he had crossed a certain boundary and entered another world. The high-rise buildings disappeared and the colorful neon lights became dim and monotonous.
Although the endless flow of people has not changed, their clothes have become shabby. The surrounding buildings have also changed from high-rise buildings to shantytowns. Some people even live together in a small stack of containers.
But at least they still had a place to stand, but the man holding him didn't even have such a place to stand. As they moved forward, the surrounding scenery became more and more desolate. The gap between rich and poor had reached a level that Tang San couldn't understand.
the point.
At the edge of the city, the man finally stopped. There was an overpass. He held Tang San and came to the corner under the overpass. You stunk. There was a trash can in the distance, but you could always avoid the wind and rain.
The man put him down and left quickly, seemingly to go shopping.
Not long after the man left, someone approached sneakily. The homeless man was not worth much, but this child was undoubtedly a windfall. If he were kidnapped and sold, he would definitely get a lot of ill-gotten wealth.
A strange face appeared above the box, and Tang San's face finally changed color, but he was still just a baby and couldn't do anything.
Just when he was about to be stolen, the man finally came back. This time, the man seemed to finally be able to endure my anger.
Flying in front of him almost in the blink of an eye, he punched away the person who wanted to steal him. For the first time, Tang San saw how powerful this person who was suspected of being his father was.
Such strong people have to sleep under the overpass. They have to grovel for a little money to make a living. They have to work hard at the construction site to feed their children. Why? Why do strong people have no dignity at all? No status at all.
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The trafficker was not afraid of being beaten, he just glared at the man fiercely, snorted and left.
The man carefully checked the child in the box and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was not injured. Then he took out a jar of strange powder, a small basin, and a clean bottle of
water.
Later Tang San found out that they were boiling milk powder for him. It seemed that all the children in the world had to eat these things.
In the days that followed, Tang San witnessed with his own eyes that man. He worked so hard to make money, but the money he got was difficult to even support the two of them. He saved up enough money for a month to be able to rent a house in the shantytown.
A rental house.
But the good times didn't last long. The man was kicked out of the construction site soon after. The contractor's wife found out about taking him in and had a fierce quarrel with the contractor. What if the life and death of the gangster had anything to do with them? What if?
If he was discovered, wouldn't he be punished with the loss of his fortune?
In the end, the contractor couldn't win over his wife. He had no choice but to let Tang Hao leave the construction site, once again losing his source of income.
Although Tang San couldn't leave his baby, it could be seen from the man's tired look that finding a new job was not an easy task. Especially when he didn't have legal status yet.
He worked intermittently several times. It didn't last long before he had to change his job. In the end, Tang Hao picked up his old blacksmithing business and became a blacksmith. On a network that Tang San didn't understand,
Selling his works at ridiculously low prices.
It seems to be an industry where it is slightly easier to make money. At least the two people are living a life that is visible to the naked eye. It is getting better, but the strange thing is that the man's expression is becoming more and more numb, and the sharp look that once occasionally showed in his pupils is getting better.
It also completely disappeared.
He didn't know what kind of torture it was in Tang Hao's heart to be able to sell things and make a living in the name of the sect he had betrayed.
He could only see that the man started to smoke more and more, even if his life got better a little bit, it could not change his increasingly decadent look.
Until one day, the man's eyes were sunken and bloodshot, and he knelt on the ground holding his head in pain. His life, which had just improved, was dragged into hell again.
The men's income does not seem too small, but from that day on, their savings are getting less and less. The men seem to have been hollowed out by something. They look extremely depressed and listless every day. They use exquisite words.
The tools forged by various means seemed to be losing their luster more and more, and Tang San still didn't know what this meant.
