Shen Gui didn't think he had walked far, and when he looked up again, he had already come to the bottom of the big archway in the south market. This South Market, bathed in the morning light, at this time, the Qinlou Chu Pavilion had just sent away the last batch of individual customers, and they actually showed a little Xiao Suo. Shen Gui looked at the signboard of the Green Willow Building from afar, and couldn't help but think of Qi Hui who followed the big golden tooth away a few days ago, and his heart was even more worried and missing. "I don't know if this kid has been bullied by outsiders." Shen Gui sat on the stone steps under the archway.

There weren't many people on the streets of the South Market in Tatsuki, so the sound of the north wind blowing through the bald branches was very obvious. In this quiet winter morning, the sound of the dong flute came from the far side of the street. This Xiao sound was quiet and mournful, and it turned a long distance slowly on this empty street, and hit the ears of Shen Gui, who was full of sadness. Shen Guiyi was almost urged down by Xiao Sheng when he heard the tears, so he quickly stood up and moved a few times, patted his pants again to calm down, and then looked up in the direction where the voice came. At the end of the road, someone slowly pushed a wooden two-wheeled vehicle.

In front of the cart sat an old man, with gray hair and beard that was so disheveled that it was impossible to see his face, and behind him was a tall man as thin as a bamboo pole holding a cart with a handlebar. Getting closer, in addition to the hole flute, there was the creaking sound of the dilapidated wheelbarrow carrying the weight forward.

The car slowly pushed in front of Shen Gui, about ten steps away, the old man Xiao Sheng in the car stopped suddenly, and the thin man found that Xiao Sheng had stopped, so he slowly put down the handlebar in his hand. After Shen Gui looked at the two of them carefully, his face was surprised. The old man in the cart and the man in the cart, neither of them had a complete piece of clothing on them, and the torn strips of cloth and various patches hung densely on their bodies, and they couldn't see the original style at all. Looking at his face is even more strange: although the young man is covered with bare skin, he can no longer see his original color, but on the other hand, the old man in the car, although his body is as dirty as the man in the cart, his wrinkled and bronze face is very clean. In his right hand, he holds a purple bamboo hole flute, which is extremely exquisite.

The man walked to the front of the car, picked up the old man and came to the stone steps under the archway, and asked, "Fifth grandfather, are you here today?" The five grandfathers nodded, and shook the purple bamboo flute in their hands again. The man bowed and pushed the wooden cart away. The old man, dressed in rags, leaned on the steps, like a fish stranded with scales on the shore. He looked at Shen Gui next to him with cloudy eyes, stretched out the hole flute and knocked on his calf and said:

"This kind young master, do you say that this day, is it cold?"

Shen Gui looked at this strange old beggar and nodded mechanically.

"Then look at the little old man, I" said this, and gestured with the flute in his hand on his body, and with a 'hiss', he tore a piece of cloth again.

"Then look at me, little old man, dress like this on such a cold day, is it cold?"

Shen Gui nodded again in confusion.

"Come on, take off your clothes."

Shen Gui's whole person collapsed. The old man said a few clueless words, and at once drove all his sad feelings out of the clouds, leaving only the whole face of Meng, and said dumbfounded:

"Take off your clothes for anything, what do you have to do with me if you're cold or not! Do you know me or do I owe you money? ”

"It's such a cold day, and it's so early. Except for you, there's only the dog on the side of the street. I just gave a all the way, and no one else heard me but you. When you hear it, you have to give as much as you want. Otherwise, the is still good, don't you see?" Speaking of this, the old beggar pulled out a bamboo board from his belt: "The old man still has something unpleasant." ”

Shen Gui was going crazy. He couldn't have imagined that he wanted to come out to relax, but he was blackmailed by an old beggar. I can't afford to hide if I can't afford to provoke you, so I immediately got up and prepared to leave.

"I want to leave without leaving anything, there is no royal law? If you take another step today, if there are less than 50 people singing happy songs at the gate of Zhongshan Wangfu tomorrow morning, then I will be an old beggar and I will live this life in vain. The old beggar squinted his eyes and pouted, and his right hand was still itching with a purple bamboo flute on his body, and he looked like a scoundrel.

"The two ways of civil and military in this flower line can be regarded as letting you play it thoroughly." Shen Guiyi stomped his feet and stood in place again, looking at this scoundrel-faced old beggar who was holding himself with his residual vision. Shen Gui himself also understood that if he wanted to reason with this old beggar, it would definitely be unpleasant. Then he could only grit his teeth, took off the brocade cotton robe on his body and threw it over.

The old beggar copied his clothes and draped them on himself, his lower body swayed around with his upper body slumped, wrapped his thin and dry upper body tightly with a cotton robe, and muttered in his mouth: "It's so warm, it's worthy of being a child of the prince's family, it's just different." ”

The old beggar, who was wrapped tightly in a cotton robe, leaned on the stone steps under the archway in his previous posture, and looked at Shen Gui in a single dress with his eyes half-open: "Children shouldn't be greedy for cold, you can wear more clothes when you go out in winter." In case the root of the disease is frozen, when I reach the age of the old beggar, I will find all kinds of problems. ”

Shen Guiqi trembled, gritted his teeth and looked at the old beggar who was lazily talking cool words, and he couldn't say a word angrily.

"Oh my God, it's cold when you say it's cold, and if there are a few more sips of wine, it is estimated that those fifty beggars will not want to go out." The old beggar put away Zhu Xiao, scratched his right hand up and down in his arms, and kept holding Shen Gui between his eyes. Shen Gui was so grumpy by this extortion that he had no temper at all, so he could only turn around and leave, intending to find a tavern restaurant that opened in the morning, so that he could buy wine for this old and immoral beggar.

The Beggar Gang, also known as Hanako Hang. Ordinary people think that those poor people who have no home to eat due to great changes in their homes or natural disasters and wars, and then go out to find a way to live, can only be called homeless people instead of beggars. The people in the real flower line must have beggars and mouths. In addition to determining the scope of begging for each beggar, the beggars also have some excellent qualifications, and they will also be supported by the seniors in the gang. In this way, they can be marked and registered in the gang book, and then called the real beggar gang children. The beggars are also divided into two ways: most of the scholars are literate and hyphenated, and some of the broken talents are also mixed in. When begging, the beggars will carry musical instruments and bowls, and the musical instruments are mostly small drums, bamboo plates, bone rattles, etc., while playing the rhythm while singing some auspicious words and persuasion songs, in order to beg for money to live, so some places also call them beggars;

Martial arts beggars, on the other hand, are mostly strong people. They either hold sticks or lead dogs, and some are good at playing with snakes. When begging, most of them are forced to beg, and even more do not even say auspicious words, and directly use methods such as self-harm to touch the porcelain and call the door, half begging and half blackmailing. Of course, there is still an essential difference from the ordinary ruffians on the street. Because even the most incorruptible and shameless beggars will not use force to hurt others, and if all begging methods require the use of force, they can only coerce the other party with self-harm. Of course, beggars mingle on the street all day long, and it is inevitable that there will be a time when they are angry. If the other party is hung up by the hand of the beggar at this time, after the matter is settled, someone in the gang will come to take his life. After all, even if you don't talk about the tacit understanding between the rivers and lakes and the government, in order to maintain the rules of the gang, it is not a big deal to make a beggar die, and no one will come to ask at all.

So there are no two ways of writing and martial arts, once someone is cornered, they join the beggar gang to find a bite to eat, and then quit the gang after they get through the difficulties, isn't this a good hall? Of course, there are not a few laymen who think so. The flowers are also Jianghu people, and they also have a sense of righteousness in their hearts. No matter what you get from begging every day, the beggars will treat you as a brother, and they will do their best to keep any of your brothers from starving. But if you have ever been registered in the beggar gang and have received help from the Hanako brothers. Then when you get through the difficulties and start a new family business, all the beggar disciples can come to your house, push the door and enter, eat if you want, and take it if you like. Such a right has no expiration date, and once you join the beggar gang, it will be so for life. This rule also invisibly raises the threshold for begging. In this way, whether it is a dervish or a lever, it is not an easy choice to be a beggar.

Although there are a small number of homeless beggars who have no way out, or some of them who are deaf, dumb and blind, and really poor, the vast majority of them are also cowardly and lazy scoundrels.

After Granny Lin's words and deeds in Fushan County, Shen Gui can barely be regarded as a half-eyed old man (half-aware and half-understanding Jianghu people). At a glance, he knew that this old beggar had a clean face, and there was a special person to pick him up and drop him off, so he must have been a beggar gang senior who didn't have to beg for food himself. provoked this kind of person, although there will definitely be no danger to his life, but after all, his grandfather is the only king with a different surname in Youbei, the former Taibai Wei commander, and Guo Yunsong, the prince of Zhongshan. If every day from early morning to evening, dozens or hundreds of Huazi come to block the entrance of the palace and shout and beg for food, it is estimated that the old prince can be so angry that he can be so angry that he can play the strings without a teacher.

Shen Gui turned around and pondered where to drink, and the old beggar behind him shouted with a broken gong: "If you drink too little wine on this cold day, I will definitely get sick old beggar." If I drink the osmanthus brewed in the north of the city, then I have to stew a big carp; If it is Xifeng in Wulifang by the river in the south of the city, then it has to be accompanied by a gourd chicken; If your kid is kind again and comes to a pot of grapes sold exclusively by the Huiyou House on Hezhong Street, then bring some beef back by the way, and have a meal of water and fire. ”

Shen Gui didn't dare to wait for a moment, and left South Market Street at a faster pace. The old beggar watched Shen Gui's back slowly disappear, and patted his thigh with laughter and said, "This kid is really interesting, Lin Sixian really didn't lie to me." ”

Shen Gui angrily hired a livestock to control the situation, and even negotiated the price with the donkey, so he asked the other party to lead the donkey behind him, and slowly walked towards the north of the city. deliberately wandered around Fengjing City in every detail, and it was not enough to prepare the three kinds of wine that the old man ordered, so he turned around and went to the market again. After he bought all the ingredients he could think of, he followed behind the donkey step by step, and slowly walked back to the archway of the South Market. After all this contrivedness, it was almost noon. Shen Guida saw the old beggar from afar, he was still lying in place, and he was completely unaffected by the increasing number of pedestrians on the street, and the snoring sound was earth-shattering. Shen Gui sighed secretly and walked over hard.

"Hey, hey, hey, wake up, wake up. Old man, I bought you the wine, start and end quickly. I'm called a disaster today, and the next time I go out, I must look at the yellow calendar first. ”

The old beggar didn't open his eyes, but just yawned a long time and said, "Just put the things here, and you can go to the land temple outside the city gate in front and shout at them, and let them move the fifth master's guy here." After saying that, he turned around and went back to sleep. Shen Guiyi raised his hand and threw the silver to the cattle guard: "You can go back when the things are unloaded here." ”

As soon as the animal saw the silver, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch it, looked at Shen Gui again, and said with some unease: "Young master, what if you buy all the best things here, what if you lose them on the street?" ”

Shen Guiyi gritted his teeth: "It's lucky that he doesn't steal from others." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the city gate, comforting himself with vicious words as he walked: It's okay, it's okay, this filial piety hat is put on, and it's not bad to cry again.