Dang chuck!

The second, the third...

There are five copper plates in total.

Jiang Shang raised his head in surprise and saw a girl standing in front of him.

The girl is not old, about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a pair of macaques, wearing emerald green clothes, and a pair of small embroidered shoes on her feet.

Her face was small and very elegant, probably covered with just one slap. There were a few freckles on her face, which added a bit of a neighboring atmosphere.

"for you."

The girl handed over a pastry wrapped in oil paper.

Jiang Shang didn't know what he thought, so he took it over and then thought of explaining:

"I'm not..."

"Eat a good meal, and your eyes are so beautiful, hehe."

Without waiting for Jiang Shang to say anything, she turned around and ran away, catching up with a sedan chair in front.

Jiang Shang could still hear a lady's complaint from the sedan chair:

"Xiaochun, you're going to do good things again. It's like this every time. There are so many beggars on the street. How much does it cost per month? How much can you help?"

"Oh, Miss Xiaochun knows, I promise not to do so next time."

"Hmph, I think you dare to do it next time."

"I'm so pitiful, can I help one person?"

"You are..."

The conversation between the master and servant gradually faded away.

Jiang Shang withdrew his gaze, thought for a while, spreading out the oil paper, it was a simple mung bean cake.

Jiang Shang touched his stomach.

Since he ran out last night, he has not yet entered the rice and is indeed a little hungry.

He ate the mung bean cake in a few bites, then put away the five copper plates in the broken bowl, kicked the broken bowl away, and continued to stare at the martial arts hall opposite.

Not many.

He finally waited for someone to appear.

Chen Heihu walked out of the martial arts gate with a happy face. Not only did he tidy up his hairstyle, but he also changed into a long gown similar to a scholar, with a sachet around his waist. With his long-term martial arts figure, he looked quite heroic.

When I saw him in love with love.

Jiang Shang knew that he didn't listen to a word of warning to this guy.

It's completely trapped in.

But that's exactly what he wants to see now.

When Chen Heihu left the gate of the martial arts hall, he couldn't wait to walk towards the slums.

Jiang Shang followed silently.

...

Two hours later.

Slums.

After Xiaolian refused to move out again, Chen Heihu could only shake hands and say goodbye to Xiaolian reluctantly, which was so hard to part with.

Farewell to Chen Heihu, Xiaolian returned to her home all the way.

It was a small courtyard with a broken and air-loose wind. There was a locust tree planted at the door, and at this time there were just a full tree of locust flowers.

A young boy, who was eight or nine years old, was picking locust flowers on the tree. When he saw Xiaolian coming back, he waved to her happily.

Xiaolian greeted him, told him to be careful, and then entered the yard.

In the yard, a middle-aged woman with a sick face was washing clothes, and a drunk man sat at the door of the hall, with several wine bottles pouring under her feet.

Seeing Xiaolian come back, the man stood up with the threshold and stretched out his hand to Xiaolian:

"Money, give me money!"

A trace of contempt flashed in Xiaolian's eyes, but she took out more than a dozen copper coins from her purse and handed them to him.

The drunk man was not satisfied: "Why is this so?"

As he said that, he was about to wave his hand to call him.

The laundry woman who was paying attention to the situation quickly stood up and wanted to protect Xiaolian under her.

But Xiaolian grabbed the drunk man's weak hand and said coldly:

"You dare!"

The drunk man seemed to have thought of something, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and he pushed the mother and daughter away, and staggered out of the door.

While walking, he was muttering:

"Okay, I found a wild man. Now I'm so brave, I dare to fight back against my father. It's really in vain that I have raised you for so many years."

Xiaolian had no expression on her face, gently pushed away the woman who wanted to say something to her, and walked into a small room next to her alone.

As soon as she closed the door, she heard a strong wind behind her.

A cold light flashed in her eyes, but she didn't know what she thought of, but she still resisted the action and turned around like an ordinary girl.

I saw a wooden stick hitting her head.

The person who took action was a beggar wearing a gray torn dress, with disheveled hair and a black and gray face. His eyes revealed a bit of nervousness and madness.

It seems like it's really just an ordinary beggar who robs the house for the first time.

Xiaolian protected her head with both hands and was forced to take such a hit.

Bang!

Xiaolian was beaten so hard that she hit the door.

Outside the house, the woman shouted worriedly:

"Xiao Lian, what happened?"

"fine."

Xiaolian's cold voice came out.

The woman then sat down again and started the day after day washing.

At this moment.

Xiaolian was being pressed behind the door by a beggar. A sharpened wooden stick pressed against her neck and fell into a small pit.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? This area is the territory of Eighth Master. If you dare to attack me here, you can't get out."

Although Xiaolian's life is in control of human hands at this moment, she still maintains a calm that ordinary people do not have.

"I don't care about the Eighth Master or Eighth Master, I don't know him either! I only have money!"

The beggar said viciously.

The other hand began to grop on Xiaolian restlessly.

Xiaolian twisted her body, avoided the big hand that was causing trouble, and gasped, "I don't have money, you've found the wrong person."

"nonsense!"

The beggar was like he was deceived, and he grabbed Xiaolian's neck and said in a hysterical tone:

"I clearly saw that the man gave you silver, at least twenty taels! Hand over it quickly! I want silver!

If I don’t give me the money, I will kill you!”

"So that's how it is."

A trace of surprise flashed in Xiaolian's eyes.

When they parted just now, Chen Heihu wanted to give her money, but she refused.

I think it was the beggar who accidentally saw that scene, then he became interested in seeing money, followed him all the way back, and was still lying in her room.

It's a pity that he didn't see that he didn't want the money at all.

"Then I'll feel relieved."

Before the beggar could understand what was going on, he felt that Xiaolian, who was pressing down, suddenly became a different person. The small wooden stick that could poke into her neck just now suddenly seemed to have encountered a layer of iron and was directly pushed out.

Xiaolian grabbed the beggar's arm with her backhand, and hit the beggar's chest without hesitation.

With her current strength, even a thick wooden board can be cracked.

This palm could at least cause him to break two ribs.
To be continued...