Although Song Yu had a premonition that the gap between the rich and the poor in Yongxi Prefecture was very large, perhaps far beyond his imagination. But when he came to this deserted house, he was still a little surprised.
Separated by a city, Guotianfang and Guixiang Tower seem to be two worlds, two cities. Guotianfang is full of deserted streets, sparsely populated, and ruined walls, which are easily visible. Even some of the beautiful buildings are obviously from the past.
The old trees in the courtyard that were once prosperous are now completely lifeless.
But after thinking about it again, it is normal. Although Guixiang Tower is 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 be damaged.
At most, Yongxi Prefecture is so big that 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, and they are lucky enough to have roofs to cover their heads, tables and beds to sleep on.
Walking in the dark and dilapidated mud alley, Du Anchen's swaying red clothes had an indescribable charm. Song Yu looked at Du Anchen's back and was a little curious about how she was so out of tune with this place. How did she find out about the person called "Seven"
This is where the little beggar "Brother" settled.
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. It just 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. I guess.
If someone lives there, you can only sleep in that room.
The floors were mostly made of broken slates, and in the halls whose door panels had fallen off, there were some little beggars sleeping on straws strewn about.
They are not very old. Judging from Song Yu's judgment, some of the children are not even four or five years old, and they are old enough to hold other people's hands while sleeping. However, they are all skinny, as if they are covered with bones.
A layer of human skin, obviously life is not easy.
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the bones on the road are frozen to death. If it were not for this holographic game, it would be difficult to understand the origin of these verses.
Song Yu didn't pay attention to this distraction, and actually stepped on an already fragile floor tile.
There was a "pop" sound, and someone was woken up. He glanced over subconsciously and saw Song Yu and Du Anchen. They were well-dressed and both were adults. 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." With that said, 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 the fragrant elbows and hooves that could not be wrapped in oil paper.
Pork, roast chicken, roast duck, etc.
These things are fatally attractive to the little beggars who have no food, clothing or warmth. However, the street life makes them have the most basic wariness against such heavenly benefits, and no one comes 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."
I have to say that the way Song Yu was eating looked delicious. The little beggars secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Finally, a child who looked no more than eight or nine years old couldn't hold it back and scolded the leading boy.
With a look in his eyes, he took the steamed buns and stuffed them into his mouth.
"Hey!" The young man's straight face suddenly collapsed, full of displeasure and concern, and he looked more like a child than before. Maybe he noticed Song Yu's gaze, and his face turned serious again, and his voice was full of emotion.
He showed a lot of dignity, "If you don't obey the command like this, no matter what happens in the future, Brother Qi and I will not 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 popping out with every word. He cherished the crumbs and picked them back up.
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 want to ask your seventh brother something."
"Brother Qi 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 no longer friendly.
Yes, the halo is not there for the time being, but the hatred value is very stable.
Only since then, Song Yu has become a little vague about the concept of the young version of the beggar gang in front of him. He originally thought that these people were forced to obey orders due to the violence of the young beggars, but now it seems that in this environment,
Wow, these children are actually dependent on and protective of that little beggar.
It seems that this big brother is very successful in what he does.
In this way, Song Yu no longer wanted to use violent means: "I'm not a bad person, so you can divide the food first. If you think I'm not safe here, then I'll 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 his wealth casually made the beggars' eyes go straight. If it weren't for the young man who took the lead, who had been intimidating everyone,
They probably all rushed up to have close contact with Song Yu, either begging or stealing, and they got the wallet and no worries.
Just like they were used by the great beggars in the past.
Song Yu's unintentional act made many beggars feel that they should help him - help him, what can a person with such a generous hand want for these poor people who have nothing?
Brother Qi is not allowed to answer a few words and then leave. And the people who help him spread the message 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: "You have calculated these, too?"
Hearing this, Song Yu leaned into Du Anchen's ear and whispered: "Of course not. However, I really just want to ask questions, not to harm anyone. The worst I can do is not see him this time, and 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 hour of burning incense, Song Yu squatted down in boredom and started scribbling on the dirt, when the voice of the young man who took the lead came from the courtyard.
: "You two, please come in."
It can be heard that the young man is trying hard to be precise, but the wording in the formal language makes him quite uncomfortable. The young man's voice does not seem confident and very reserved.
"Here we come!" Song Yu pushed the door open without delay. Basically all the little beggars in this deserted house gathered in the yard, each in an array. There was only one older man who led a group of three, four and five
The six-year-old kid was eating meat and steamed buns at a stone table under a dead tree.
The eyes of the young man who took the lead just now were still full of distrust. But now that the matter was over, there was no longer any persistence.
Standing on the steps behind him was the little beggar who was rescued by Song Yu that day. At that time, Song Yu only thought that he was dirty and miserable, but now standing with these little beggars, he really looked like a beggar.
It can be seen that the way he stands is somewhat impressive.
The little beggar's clothes were 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 did not look arrogant and 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 was obviously not very good. The little beggar immediately turned around and ran away. Before spreading his legs, he did not forget to express the reason for his departure to the little beggars: "He is from the Safety Department!
"
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 looked at each other angrily and looked down upon death.
"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 brought by the three words of Ping An Secretary. In just a blink of an eye, the children were falling one after another.
Surround Song Yu and Du Anchen.
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 of them were thin but agile and crawled along Song Yu's back.
His shoulders were still holding Song Yu's arm tightly, and he didn't care, just opened his mouth and bit him.
Song Yu's face turned pale in pain. He really missed himself for a week. He couldn't stop eating because of choking, so he tried to shake his arms and try to break away. However, the children were too tight and didn't give him much room to express himself.
But in these two or three breaths, the little beggar had almost run out of sight.
"Du Anchen!" Song Yu himself can't escape, but that doesn't mean Du Anchen can't do it. In terms of force, Du Anchen's lethality should be about the same as Xie Nanshi's.
Without waiting for Song Yu to call out her name, Du Anchen, who had only threatened the children with the power of his sword, had already changed his expression, stepped heavily on his feet, and rose into the air. The children only felt that their eyes were blurred, and Du Anchen's red clothes had already
It passed over their heads and went straight to the little beggar.