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Chapter 539 Beggar, in Pomegranate Lane

The north of Qingcheng is an area where the poor live. There is a remote alley near the northwest corner of the city wall in the north of the city, named Pomegranate Alley.

The dark and damp Pomegranate Alley is a gathering place for beggars, and it is full of crime and violence all the time.

The reason why so many beggars gather here is because of Qingcheng's regulations that steamed buns made from relief food will be scattered from this corner of the city.

Every time it's time to spread steamed buns, Pomegranate Alley is full of beggars.

It was time to spread steamed buns. Diao Nan, as usual, hummed a ditty, picked the meat between his teeth with a toothpick, and spit from time to time. He walked to the northwest corner of the city wall and stood on the wall five or six feet high. From above, looking contemptuously at the dense crowd below, Diao Nan sneered softly, spat forcefully down, and cursed in a low voice while covering his nose: "A bunch of bedbugs!"

After finishing speaking, Diao Nan directly opened the big sack behind his back, sprinkled it casually, and sprinkled more than 200 hard and rotten steamed buns inside.

Seeing the steamed buns falling from the sky, the situation below suddenly got out of control. Some people were beaten by the crowd because they snatched the steamed buns, and some people joined the gang fights because they snatched the steamed buns.

Diao Nan shook his head condescendingly and said, "A group of mad dogs!" After speaking, as usual, he got up and left here humming a little song.

Following Diao Nan's departure, the crowd below gradually ceased to be turbulent. Many beggars left Pomegranate Lane, and only a few dozen or so beggars stayed on the ground half dead.

After everything quieted down, a thin boy who had been hiding in the corner crawled on the ground like a dog, sniffing something with his nose, then stopped suddenly, bowed his head, and sniffed vigorously with his nose. As if confirming something, he quickly reached out and took out a small piece of steamed bun from the crack in the stone on the ground.

The boy smiled contentedly, solemnly put it in his arms, and continued with the previous action, searching the land inch by inch.

When the boy returned to the corner, his arms were already bulging. The corner the boy chose was very secret, and his movements could not be seen from other angles. However, he took it out of his arms after carefully confirming that no one was paying attention to him. A dozen broken steamed buns.

Adding up these broken steamed buns, they are as big as three or four steamed buns.

The young man didn't dislike the stolen steamed buns, he ate them piece by piece as if he was eating the most delicious thing.

Dianhua and Duanmu Wan'er stood at a height of ten feet above Pomegranate Lane, watching Diao Nan silently since Diao Nan appeared.

It was the first time for Duanmu Wan'er to know that there was a place called Pomegranate Lane in Qingcheng, and it was also the first time that she knew that the daily relief food in Qingcheng was distributed in this way.

This made her realize again, her familiar yet unfamiliar hometown——Qingcheng.

The keen Duanmu Wan'er quickly discovered the clue, but asked Dianhua in disbelief: "My lord, these beggars below, are they acting as a match for the little official who distributed the relief food?"

Dianhua looked at Duanmu Wan'er in surprise, and asked back: "If it wasn't for acting, every time I would really try my best to grab these steamed buns, how many people would die in Pomegranate Lane every day?"

Duanmu Wan'er was stunned for a moment, her mind turned a corner, and she finally figured it out.

Yes, beggars are also human beings. Unless they are really starving to death, no one will really try their best to grab these steamed buns.

Moreover, the food in Qingcheng is quite sufficient, and the beggars can find enough food, but they can't go all out for these steamed buns.

If it is true that they are desperately trying to grab these steamed buns every day, it means that Qingcheng has really reached a time of food crisis, and people may starve to death every day, and the relief food probably will not be distributed again by then.

"Then why did they act with that little official?" Duanmu Wan'er asked in puzzlement.

"Beggars naturally have a set of survival rules for beggars. They naturally have their reasons for doing what they do. The existence of beggar gangs naturally has its reasons for its existence."

Beggars?

Duanmu Wan'er found the key words.

Such a scene of grabbing food should be organized by the beggar gang?

That's right, besides the gang of beggars, who else can command these beggars so effectively?
The meaning of the existence of the beggar gang?

Duanmu Wan'er understood something thoughtfully.

Survival rules?

The beggar gang is an organization where beggars live in groups. Everything is for survival? !
If there is no gang of beggars, perhaps the fate of these beggars will be even more tragic.

Just like the food grab just now, Duanmu Wan'er believes that if there is no beggar gang, there will definitely be people among the beggars who are desperate to grab food. .

Reality, sometimes, is really more bizarre and absurd than the stories in the storybook!
Isn't this scene in front of you a very absurd and sad stage play that actually happened in reality?

Duanmu Wan'er looked down at the young man who was hiding in a corner and secretly eating the broken steamed buns he picked out from every corner of the pomegranate alley, and said in surprise, "Nine points of merit?"

Unexpectedly, such a little beggar has nine points of merit.

It's really rare.

"Ten points of merit is a threshold. Those with more than ten points of merit are generally either rich or noble. People with less than ten points of merit are people of all walks of life." Dianhua explained casually, slowly Floating down from mid-air.

The young beggar who was secretly eating steamed buns in the corner suddenly noticed something, looked around vigilantly, and found nothing suspicious. When he was about to continue eating steamed buns, he suddenly saw a shadow on the ground, as if he had discovered something incredible. Suddenly looked up to the sky, and saw an unbelievable scene.

Someone, from the sky, slowly floated down like a snowflake? !

This is incredible!
"This, this, god?!" The young man stammered, staring at the two people who were slowly falling in front of him.

After finishing speaking, the young man seemed to have thought of something, and he knelt down in fright and said, "Bless the gods, let me have a full meal, oh, yes, and also, bless me not to be bullied by other beggars, ah, and, Also, bless me that I am not afraid of the cold in winter. Well, that’s all, gods bless, gods bless..."

Dianhua looked at the young man who kept prostrating to him and begging for his blessing in front of him, dumbfounded, and swallowed back the words he had planned.

Due to the knowledge of the young beggar, Dianhua could only continue to play the role of a fairy. With a wave of his hand, ten black iron treasure chests appeared in front of him. Are you willing to pay your merits and get these ten treasure chests that can satisfy your wishes?"

The boy knelt on the ground, nodded again and again, and said with a smirk: "Yes, yes, thank you god, thank you god."

With the "yes" of the young beggar, the deal was concluded.

"Stand up and open the boxes. Everything you want is in these boxes."

The young beggar stood up according to his words, lowered his head, cautiously, not daring to look up at Dianhua and the two of them, stretched out his dark, stained little hands timidly, and tried twice before opening the door closest to him. black iron treasure chest.

The young beggar looked surprised to see that the black metal box disappeared, and a bag appeared in its original position, floating there quietly.

Seeing the look of the young beggar wanting to take it but not daring to take it, Dianhua said with a soft smile: "You are lucky, the first treasure chest you opened was an eight cubic storage bag, which was filled with ready-made treasures. food."

food?When the young beggar heard the word "food", he was no longer as timid as before, and immediately stretched out his hand like lightning, tightly grasping the small cloth bag.

After getting the small cloth bag, the young beggar immediately knew the relevant information about the small cloth bag and how to use it.

The young beggar used to wonder how much food such a small cloth bag could hold, only then did he realize that this cloth bag was indeed a treasure given to him by a god.

Obviously it looks small, but the space inside is very large, as big as a small room.

Moreover, it can be seen that it is filled with prepared food.

Steamed buns, cakes, steamed rice, stir-fried vegetables, grilled meat, steaming soup and so on.

Many of these foods were things he had never eaten before.

Unexpectedly, it appeared in front of his eyes like this.

The young beggar swallowed hard, clutched the small cloth bag tightly, looked up at Dianhua nervously, and asked in a low voice, "All these foods are mine?"

Dianhua smiled and nodded, "Of course."

The origin of these foods is that the artificial wealth value of this world is sold to Wanjie Mall.

Obviously, they found that the selling price of cooked food is ten times or even a hundred times higher than that of uncooked food. Therefore, compared with food, there are a lot of processed cooked food.

For young beggars, it's just a drop in the bucket.

Dianhua also kindly reminded: "Put these foods in storage bags to keep them fresh and keep warm. When you want to eat, just take them out. Don't take them out all at once. If they get cold and go bad, you won't eat them." All right."

The young beggar nodded at Dianhua with wet glasses, and said with a sob: "You are such a good god. I have begged many gods before, but no god responded to me, let alone gave me so much food."

Immortals said that with the emergence of Wanjie Mall, the spread of cultivation systems such as cultivating immortals and cultivating gods, slowly spread in this world.

Among the top ten forces, there is a special pantheon, which is a force that focuses on the system of cultivating the gods, and builds temples in this world to harvest faith.

What a fairy?
Dianhua was a little embarrassed by the young beggar's praise.

After coughing dryly twice, Dianhua changed the subject, pointed to the black iron treasure chest next to the young beggar, and said, "This is the first treasure chest, there are nine more behind."

The young beggar immediately shifted his gaze to the remaining nine black iron boxes.

That's right, this is the first treasure chest, and so much food has been opened, how much food must be in the remaining treasure chests?

The young beggar immediately opened the second treasure chest.

is a book.

"Isn't it food?" The young beggar muttered depressingly.

Dianhua scanned the name of the skill book, raised his eyebrows, and said, ""Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon"? This is a very powerful martial arts cheat book. After you learn it, you can protect your food was robbed."

"This is a good thing!" The young beggar heard that he could protect his food from being robbed, and immediately grabbed the book happily, as if he was afraid of being robbed.

As soon as he came into contact with the skill book, the young beggar knew how to use the skill book, so he couldn't wait to use it.

The skill book disappeared, and after getting the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing", the young man recovered from the memory of the inheritance for a long time, and cheered to Dianhua with his face flushed and excited: "Good god, this "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing" It’s amazing! Hehe... I will never be afraid of others robbing my food from now on! Whoever dares to rob me of food in the future, I will beat him to death with one blow! Hmph! Let them know how powerful I am!"

Dianhua wanted to say, this is just inheritance, you have to practice, otherwise it will be useless, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything, after all, there are eight treasure chests behind, everything is possible.

"Continue!" Dianhua encouraged.

After getting two good things in a row, the young beggar looked forward to the baby even more, and immediately opened the third treasure chest.

"Another skill book? "Nine Suns Divine Art"? Divine art? Good god, what kind of martial art is this? Is it powerful?" The young beggar looked at Dianhua expectantly and asked.

Dianhua nodded and said: "Your luck is really good. This is one of the best martial arts cheats in this world, below extraordinary. Oh, by the way, after you practice "Nine Suns Divine Art", You don’t have to worry about the cold anymore.”

Three books in a row, although the things that were opened did not reach one star, they were all the best of the ordinary.

Dianhua looked at the young beggar thoughtfully, as if thinking of something.

This young beggar's mind is very pure, and his will is also very strong. Only when the rules I set up before are met, such "good luck" will happen.

"Don't be afraid of the cold? This is good!" The young beggar didn't know the common sense about the best exercises below the extraordinary level, and he didn't have any feelings, but Dianhua's last sentence, after practicing it, he would no longer be afraid of the cold, Makes the teenage beggar very happy.

How many beggars died of freezing?I have seen too many young beggars.

Just thinking about those cold winter nights made him shiver.

How many times he thought that if he fell asleep, he would never wake up again. It was a miracle that he could survive until now.

It's all right now, and I won't be afraid of the cold anymore.

After the young beggar learned the "Nine Suns Divine Art", this time without Dianhua's reminder, the young beggar opened the fourth treasure chest again.

The treasure chest disappeared, and a small jade bottle appeared in place.

"Peiyuan Pill?" The young beggar took down the small jade bottle and knew what was inside.

The young beggar poured out a elixir from a small jade bottle, smelled the fragrance from the elixir, couldn't help swallowing, stared at the elixir in his hand with bright eyes, and said bewilderedly: " smell good!"

The young beggar didn't ask anything, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Immediately, the young beggar felt like he was in a steamer, rolling all over the floor in pain and howling: "Ah, it's so hot, it's so hot, it's killing me! I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

(End of this chapter)