The little widow who lost her father went back to her parents' house, and there were no relatives in the city, so what was so strange that the courtyard had become a beggar's den.

The weak woman with her paralyzed brother, there are still many difficulties in the future, Tang Luo doesn't know the sky... Why did Sister Xiu'er come up with such an identity, but judging from the snooping they noticed after they entered the city, the matter of the magpie's nest dove was just the beginning.

Even the onlookers had a malicious smile on their faces, and could they expect anyone to come out and administer justice.

That's why the way of a saint is to strive for self-improvement.

Because most of the time, the only thing you can rely on is yourself!

Facing this group of beggars holding steel forks and long sticks, Tang Luo, who was sitting in a wheelchair, only frowned, and the spirit of the peak of transformation exploded, and the strong spiritual pressure caused the waves of heaven and earth to fly the fallen leaves in the courtyard, which frightened the group of beggars to retreat again and again.

The crowd of onlookers with inexplicable smiles lost their mood at the moment, and dispersed violently, retreated into the house, and closed the door tightly.

I thought it was a helpless little widow pushing her crippled brother outside, but who knew that it was a strong dragon.

For this group of ordinary people who are in the market, a martial artist in the mortal realm, even if he is a cripple, is an incomparably terrifying existence.

As Tang Luo's momentum exploded, the group of fierce little beggars were so frightened that their faces were bloodless, and even the weapons in their hands fell to the ground with a "clang".

was about to intimidate the little doves who occupied the nest to get out, but found that the wheelchair suddenly moved, Tang Luo turned his head in confusion and found that it was Sister Xiu'er who was pulling the wheelchair upside down and preparing to go out.

"What are you doing?"

"It's in the wrong place. ”

"That's right!"

Tang Luo, who had already retreated to the door, glanced at the door number and said firmly.

"Really wrong. ”

Sister Xiu'er turned the wheelchair in the direction with a smile and removed Tang Luo's face from more than a dozen pairs of frightened eyes: "It's my mistake, we don't live here!"

"Really?" Tang Luo said suspiciously, "Didn't you say that you have a good memory and won't forget anything?"

"Hmph. You're talking!"

Reaching out and patting Tang Luo's head, Sister Xiu'er pushed the wheelchair out of the alley.

Mistakes will never be mistaken, but all identities in the world want to be seamless, and there must be backs and forths.

The little widow is a real person, but she left Chaochang alone not to save her relatives, but to commit suicide by throwing herself into the river.

After burying the little widow, Brother Tian found out the details of the other party and regarded it as an identity that could be impersonated.

In essence, she was no different from these little beggars, they all wanted to seize the poor woman's property.

But after all, there are some differences, at least she and Luo Tang still have a lot of choices, but those little beggars don't.

Since Xiang became the owner of Chaochang, many businesses that were not on the table before have become popular, such as gambling stalls, brothels, and human trafficking.

When the Yun family was in charge, these businesses were strictly controlled, and now under the rule of the Xiang family, there is already a special market area.

It is in this context that beggars and vagrants have become the most dangerous occupations in Chaochang, and after the Xiang family became the owner of Chaochang, the number of street children on the street has plummeted by as much as six or seven percent.

Many people who don't know what is going on praise for Chaochang's new policy and feel that this is a sign of Chaochang's prosperity.

But in fact, the competition in Chaochang today will only be more fierce than in the past, because the Yun family, who is proficient in the rules of business, will regulate the merchants in each region, so that vicious competition can be avoided to the greatest extent in this situation.

However, after Xiang took office, he made drastic reforms, saying that it was to let the market naturally survive the fittest, so that regional competition would be unprecedentedly fierce.

But in the eyes of outsiders who don't know how to do it, today's Chaochang is thriving, and new shops are emerging in endlessly.

In the eyes full of good news, who sees those losers who are squeezed so that they can't survive, those former bosses who should be living decently, but now they are in danger.

The children in that courtyard all looked seven or eight points alike, and at first glance they were brothers and sisters, and if they were driven out of the courtyard according to Tang Luo's method, they would disappear from the street in a few days.

For them, it's just a change of place, and for these children, it's forcing them to die.

The wheelchair went out of the alley, and the warm winter sun sprinkled on the faces of the two, making people squint comfortably.

There is such warmth in this cold and windy day, maybe it is happiness.

Sister Xiu'er, who was squinting, raised her head to meet the light, but when she was hugging Xiao Zhenxing, there was an inappropriate voice that ruined the scenery.

"I have to warn you, now that we are penniless, and with your strength, it is obvious that we have not reached the level of absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon or eating soil to survive, now that we have given up the house, where should we find a place to stay?"

Tang Luo looked up at the sky, pouted and said, "Also, the sun is halo and the rain is three, and the moon is halo and the wind is at noon." This corona and southwesterly wind are not a little luck in winter, but the tranquility before the cruel wind and snow, when the ice and snow close the road, you will really have to sleep on the streets!"

Sensibility is of course happy, a gust of wind and a ray of light can be the cause of happiness, but if you look far and long, this kind of small luck is only short-lived and illusory.

After all, the warm sun in winter is not as good as the hot kang in the house, and the fresh air is not urgent to satisfy the stomach.

For Tang Luo, if he doesn't solve the real problem first, everything is empty, but for Sister Xiu'er, the warm sun in this winter is the tangible evidence of being alive!

"You're so boring!"

Rolling her eyes, Sister Xiu'er pushed the wheelchair and said angrily.

If it's boring, it's boring, Tang Luo shrugged his shoulders and said, "Otherwise, let me repair a book, in this way, it can ensure that your little luck in the winter can also meet our physical needs, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

"Hmph. Sister Xiu'er snorted disdainfully: "Such a big person, even eating and drinking has only one way to repair books at home, and it's not a shame!"

This is the first time Tang Luo has heard this kind of value on the road of respecting martial arts, and he couldn't accept it for a while, and retorted: "Who said that I only have this method, but if I can have a gold coin, I will let you know what is called the demeanor of the God of Gamblers!"

"What kind of ability is it to get out of the way. Sister Xiu'er pouted: "Only the most unpromising Yun disciples will choose the side business." ”

"???" Tang Luo looked inexplicable, which family doesn't do side business, how did he get to Sister Xiu'er, and it became useless.

"Not convinced?" Sister Xiu'er glanced at Tang Luo and explained: "If you think about it carefully, gambling is nothing more than putting your money in my pocket, or transferring my money to your pocket, and the gains of one party must mean the losses of the other party, what kind of business is this?!"