Unlimited priesthood

Chapter 4 Beggar
Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou.

After a dizzying moment, Shen He woke up.

It’s so cold!

So hungry!

This was Shen He’s first feeling after waking up.

The cold hands and feet, the weak body, and the unbearable hunger in his stomach strongly stimulated his nerves, making his eyes blurry, his ears buzzing, and he almost fainted again.

Fortunately, he persisted and sat on the ground to catch his breath for a while. After catching his breath, he looked up and looked around. He saw frost and snow all over the sky, and the whole place was covered in silver, revealing the solemnity of winter.

Looking at myself again, I found myself huddled in the corner of an alley, gradually buried by the drifting snow. I was wearing a tattered linen shirt that was so dirty that the original color could not be seen. It was black, smelly, and disgusting, but at the moment it was the only warmth I had.

At the same time, memories emerged in his mind and were quickly absorbed by him.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly, and the butterfly dreamed of being Zhuang Zhou. He succeeded and traveled to this world.

The person he traveled through time to was a little beggar. His exact age was unknown, and he didn't have a formal name. Everyone he knew called him Gou Wa, and he made a living by begging in Hejian Prefecture.

Although he was mentally prepared, Shen He couldn't help but frown when faced with such an opening situation.

As a beggar, Gou Wa's condition was very bad. Long-term hunger made his body very weak and he was really emaciated. If he had not traveled through time and space, he would have died of hunger and cold.

Although he has taken over the body now, his condition has not improved much. He is still hungry and cold, lacking food and clothing. If things continue like this, death is only a matter of time.

We can't sit still and wait for death!

Shen He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up, but he felt dizzy again, his ears were buzzing, and his whole body was protesting. He stood against the wall for a while before he could barely recover, took a step, and left with difficulty.

It was already evening, snowing heavily, and there were few people on the road. It was difficult to beg for anything, and there was a risk of hypothermia and freezing to death.

So, he had to go back.

Shen He stumbled and walked with difficulty. It took him an unknown amount of time to finally arrive at a dilapidated house in the west of the city.

A bonfire was lit in the dilapidated house, dispelling some of the cold. There were a few people gathered around the bonfire. They seemed to be beggars, but they were much taller and their clothes were not so thin. They were gathered around the fire, roasting some coarse flour cakes.

The aroma of the bread wafted through the flames, wafting into Shen He's mouth and nose, stimulating his body like crazy. However, he didn't dare to move. He could only stumble into the temple, approach the beggars, and shout in a hoarse voice, "Third Brother!"

"Um!?"

Among the few people, the tallest middle-aged beggar with two sacks hanging around his waist looked up at him and hummed, "Nothing to beg for again?"

Shen He said nothing, just lowered his head, trembling, staring at the pancake in the other person's hand, and swallowing his saliva.

"Fuck your mother!"

This action angered one of the beggars, who picked up a bamboo whip and lashed him across the face: "How many times has this happened? You little bastard, did you do something behind our backs and then come back to fool Third Brother?"

"No, no, it's too cold, I can't get it!"

Shen He made a difficult defense, then fell to the ground skillfully, hugging his head and curling up into a ball.

"How dare you talk back!"

The beggar did not stop and continued to beat him with a bamboo whip.

Shen He curled up on the ground, allowing himself to be beaten, gritting his teeth and holding on.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and beggars are no exception.

The Beggars' Sect is the world of beggars!

Don’t think that being a beggar is a simple thing. You just sit on the ground with a stick and a bowl, and people will give you food, drink, or even money. How can the world be that simple?
You have to know that in this era of severe lack of productivity, even jobs like transporting night incense and delivering manure will breed the existence of manure gangs and manure tyrants, not to mention begging, which has little cost and can make huge profits?

The Beggar Gang and the Beggar Bully are inevitable!
This group of people are a group of beggar bullies. The beggar leader is named Zhou San, who is said to be a second-bag disciple of the Beggar Gang. The others are one-bag disciples. They form a gang and control dozens of beggars. Shen He’s predecessor "Gou Wa" is one of them.

The beggars under their control must hand over what they beg for every day and are not allowed to keep anything for themselves. Otherwise, they will be beaten at the very least and beaten to death at the worst. They are exploited to the utmost.

Relying on the support of dozens of beggars such as Shen He, this group of beggar bullies lived a very comfortable life. Zhou San, the beggar leader, even practiced martial arts and was expected to be promoted to a three-bag disciple.

If he had a choice, Shen He would naturally not come here to be humiliated and continue to be bullied by these beggar bullies.

But he had no choice. According to the information he had read before traveling through time and the memories of his original body, Gou Wa, beggars like them could not escape the control of the Beggar Gang and the Beggar Leader.

This is not because these beggar leaders are so powerful, but because of the limitations of the times and environment.

In this era, civilians must have a travel permit to travel. Without a travel permit, they have no identity. Such illegal residents will either be arrested by officials and thrown into prison, or controlled and exploited by evil forces such as the Beggars' Gang.

It's like now, even if he escapes from Zhou San's group of beggars and goes to another place, he will encounter another group of beggars. The situation will not change at all. Instead, he will encounter various risks, and if he is not careful, he may die in the wilderness.

So, he couldn't escape, and there was no way he could escape. Given his current physical condition, he would probably collapse on the side of the road before he could walk two miles.

He currently only has one chance to cross over, and although the start is very bad, this will not make him give up easily.

Although I will be bullied by these beggars after returning to this shabby house, I will not be beaten to death. I can also have a place to stay, avoid the wind and snow, and save my life.

A little lack of patience will ruin a big plan. What can you achieve by trying?
A gentleman's revenge is never too late!
The beggar bully picked up a bamboo whip and whipped Shen He on the back, waist, hips and other places, but Shen He still looked exhausted and screamed in pain.

"All right!"

Seeing this, Zhou San just shouted at the beggar bully, then walked forward, grabbed Shen He's hair, and lifted him up in front of him, spewing out a foul breath from his yellow-toothed mouth: "Forget it this time, but if it happens again, don't blame me, Third Brother, for being ruthless!"

After saying that, he threw Shen He to the ground and tossed him a coarse flour pancake.

"Thank you, Third Brother. Thank you, Third Brother!"

Shen He grabbed the pancake, thanked him repeatedly, then shrank aside and began to eat it voraciously.

"Humph!"

Zhou San sneered, sat down, and stopped looking at him. Using both kindness and force!

As an old beggar leader, he was quite good at this. Together with others, he played the good cop and the bad cop, and he managed to make dozens of beggars under his command obey him completely. Some of them were even grateful to him, making his position as the beggar leader as stable as Mount Tai.

Shen He huddled aside and swallowed a few bites of the coarse flour pancake. Then he took his broken bowl and carefully scooped a bowl of hot water from a broken pot on the support in the house. He poured it into his unsatisfied body and barely drove out the terrible coldness from his body.

He survived!
Although these beggar tyrants are vicious, they will still protect the beggars under their command if possible. After all, these beggars are hens that can lay eggs for them.

That's why Wednesday threw him a life-saving pie.

But that's all.

The cold winter months are very difficult to endure. These beggars' maintenance of their "property" will gradually disappear as food becomes less available, and they will not show such "kindness" many times.

In the memory of his predecessor, Gou Wa, at this time every year, some beggars would not be able to survive, but new beggars would soon come in to replace them.

As for how to replenish it, cutting and dismembering has always been the main profit project of the Beggars' Sect.

Professional beggars often kidnap and sell women and children. Girls and good-looking boys will be sold to brothels or sent to "Happy Forest" to be enjoyed by their own people. Those with average looks will be left behind and made disabled, begging for mercy, in order to make a profit.

In the vague memory of his predecessor Gou Wa, he seemed to be abducted by a beggar. Fortunately, he had an average appearance and was lucky enough that he was not sent to a brothel or beaten into a disability.

He was even thankful that Zhou San and the previous Beggar Tyrant were living a relatively comfortable life. They could even go to the "Happy Forest" from time to time to enjoy themselves, and did not need to vent their animal nature on these little beggars. Otherwise...

Just as Shen He was sorting out his memories, beggars returned to the shabby house one after another, and many of them returned empty-handed.

This made Zhou San look very unhappy, and several beggar bullies even started beating up the beggars who had not had any food for several days.

Shen He watched coldly, feeling even more uneasy.

In the memory of his predecessor, Gou Wa, the world is now ruled by the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, and the officials of the Zhao family are sitting in the palace to preside over the court. Although the lives of the people are not good, they are not too bad, and beggars like them still have some hope of survival.

But this year's snow is heavier than in previous years. It looks like there may be a snow disaster. By then, I wonder how many people will lose their homes and join the ranks of beggars.

If things continue to develop in this way, not to mention beggars, even normal families may not be able to survive this cold winter. After all, in this era, the risk resistance of ordinary people is really too low.

in this way……

"Third Brother!"

Just as Shen He was thinking about it, a beggar ran up to Zhou San and pointed at another beggar and said, "Today, a wealthy man gave Heiwa a lot of money."

"What!?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhou San immediately stood up and looked coldly at a little beggar among the beggars.

As soon as he looked at him, the beggar named Heiwa turned pale and started to tremble all over. He looked at Zhou San and the person who informed him, feeling terrified and at a loss.

Zhou San walked forward with a smile on his face, but in the eyes of the beggars, he looked so ferocious and terrifying: "Is it true, Heiwa?"

"Third brother, I, I, I..."

Heiwa was trembling, wanting to explain but finding it difficult to open his mouth. In the end, he could only take out a few copper coins from his pocket and handed them to Zhou San with trembling hands.

"Good good!"

Zhou San took the copper coin, his smile widened, and then he kicked Heiwa to the ground with a sudden kick.

"Hit me!"

Zhou San shouted and several beggar bullies immediately stood up, surrounded Heiwa and started beating him up without holding back, even kicking and hitting him in the vital parts.

Heiwa fell to the ground. He could still wail at first, but soon there was no sound.

After a while, several beggar bullies dispersed, leaving Heiwa lying on the ground, his body bent, blood oozing from his mouth and nose. He trembled and twitched like a cooked shrimp for a while, then collapsed and was no longer heard from.

This scene frightened all the beggars. Zhou San stood in the center, tossing the copper coins handed over by Hei Wa in his hand, and said with a sneer, "I didn't expect that there would be someone who dared to break my rules. Good, very good!"

After hearing this, everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to make eye contact with him.

"Humph!"

Zhou San snorted coldly, looking at the lifeless Hei Wa, and said to the beggar tyrants who had killed him, "Throw this traitorous bastard into the back alley. This will be the fate of anyone who dares to hide anything from others in the future!"

"Yes!"

The beggar tyrants smiled grimly, picked up Heiwa's body and went to the back of the house.

Zhou San turned his gaze towards the beggar who had tipped him off, a smile on his face as he threw a few flatbreads roasting on the fire to him. "Good boy, you did a great job. This is a reward for you!"

"Thank you, Third Brother. Thank you, Third Brother!"

The man took the pancake and gobbled it up without even looking at Heiwa, whom he had killed.

Shen He huddled in the corner, watching everything silently.

Although the beggar tyrant and beggar leader have limited manpower and cannot monitor all beggars begging, they can make the beggars supervise each other. Anyone who dares to hide something will be dragged out and made an example of to scare the others. Heiwa is a lesson for them.

In such an environment, how can I break through?

Shen He frowned.

At this moment...

"Inauguration successful!"

"Start the first-level profession - Beggar!"

"Obtained a professional talent - begging for mercy!"

(End of this chapter)