I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 831 Beggar (seeking subscription monthly pass)

"It's so hard, it hurts me to death!"

Jiang Zhou saw clearly the appearance of the man who fell to the ground.

He is thin and not tall, but he can be considered outstanding for ordinary civilians.

A ragged body, full of filth, the exposed head, face, hands and feet are all thick with mud.

Although the face is dirty, it can be seen that he is not very old, and his voice is very clear.

Jiang Zhou smiled and watched the other party perform for a while, then walked forward, pretending to be in a hurry to help the other party up:

"Are you okay? How about I take you to the doctor?"

Hearing this, the little beggar broke free from his hand: "Forget it, you didn't do it on purpose, I won't blackmail you, so let it be!"

As he said that, he shrunk his body, skimmed across the river boat, and hurried away.

"Ah."

Jiang Zhou looked at his back as he trotted in a hurry, touched his waist, and the broken silver he was carrying with him was gone, so he laughed instead.

In fact, when he saw this person for the first time, he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but after seeing the person's appearance clearly, he was sure that he had never seen this face before.

There is nothing left and right, so I want to see what happened.

By the way, follow to see where this kid's lair is, and teach him a little lesson.

This little beggar has a lot of eyes, he scurry around in the huge Jiangdu like a mouse, turned around more than a dozen streets and alleys, and circled countless times.

On the way, he bought many dry cakes with the silver stolen from him.

In the end, he ran out of the city, walked along the official road for a certain distance, and then got into the woods beside the road.

There are actually a few dilapidated dilapidated houses in the forest.

Thanks to Jiang Zhou, it was really impossible for ordinary people to keep up with him.

This courtyard seems to have been deserted for a long time.

There is no one around, only these lonely rooms, the walls are leaking everywhere, and even the roof has collapsed in half.

The little beggar went straight into the yard.

"Brother! You're back!"

Twenty or thirty little beggars poured out of the broken house.

There are men and women, the older ones are only in their early ten years, and the younger ones are even four or five years old.

All of them were skinny and dirty.

Jiang Zhou took a look, then frowned.

Although I knew that the life of the low-level people here was not easy, but under the rule of Jiangdu, I saw so many little beggars with my own eyes.

But there was nothing he could do about it either.

It can be saved for a while, but it cannot be saved forever.

You can save your eyes, but you can't save everything.

Otherwise, how could he have sneered at Fool Qu's "ideal" back then?
"Wow! Brother, there's so much to eat!"

"Okay, okay, don't make noise, one for each person, eat quickly!"

At this time, the beggar took out the pancakes he bought and put them in front of all the beggars.

Although these little beggars looked at the pancakes one by one, their eyes were shining and the corners of their mouths were drooling, but no one was fighting for it. They took turns to get one, and squatted aside to gobble it up.

No one is willing to slow down even if his face turns red from swallowing.

Jiang Zhou shook his head secretly.

This pancake was extremely dry and hard, and it was the cheapest food sold in Jiangdu City, only the poorest people would eat it.

Although he had little money on him, he could still buy a lot of things. It was shameful that this little beggar only bought such a few dry pancakes after stealing them.

"It's so fragrant!"

"Brother, why are there so many pancakes today?"

A group of little beggars were eating happily, and someone asked happily while eating.

The beggar proudly said: "Meet a fat sheep, that little white face with oily hair and flour noodles, he doesn't look like a good person, he just honors our brothers."

Jiang Zhou's face turned black when he heard it, and he didn't bother to listen anymore, and was about to show up to teach this kid a lesson.

Suddenly he sighed: "Unfortunately, we have to pay ten taels of silver to Baiximen this month, and the rest of the silver has to be handed over, otherwise, we can buy you more delicious food."

A little beggar showed an angry look: "It's not enough that they robbed all the silver they picked up from those corpses last time. They even asked us to hand over ten taels of silver. It's just to make us feel better on purpose!"

"Brother, we won't be bullied by them anymore. As you said, our beggar gang is the largest gang in the world. What are you afraid of them doing!"

"..."

Jiang Zhou listened carefully at first, but when he heard the last sentence, his face twitched slightly.

The gang of beggars... is the largest gang in the world...

Just these little beggars?

But he was also curious, where did these little beggars hear the name of the beggar gang?

Originally, he didn't find such a thing as a gang of beggars, but there were quite a few beggars.

However, it was mentioned in the books he wrote "The Record of Heroes".

Now that the contents of these books are widely circulated, it is not surprising that they are spread out.

The little beggar leader gave him a loud slap on the back of his head when he heard the words: "If you want to join the beggar gang, you are still far away."

"Don't talk about these things. If you don't want someone else to be caught by Baiximen as a poodle, work hard when you're full and go out to ask for more money!"

"Oh!"

The little beggar was not annoyed when he was beaten, he was just downcast, but soon he smiled and gnawed on the pancakes.

The little beggar leader took a look at the group of siblings who were wolfing down the food, all of them were smiling, and he couldn't help laughing.

He took out a pancake by himself, took a bite, then put away the rest and hid it close to his body.

Immediately Jiang Zhou saw him go to the corner of the room, moved a few stones, took out a few books from inside, and sat in the corner to read them.

At first, Jiang Zhou was just surprised that the little beggar could still read, and he would not give up returning the book in this situation.

After reading those books clearly, I was suddenly shocked.

"The Record of Heroes", "Scent from the Sea of ​​Blood", "Strange Stories from Kyushu"...

They are all books written by him, and... they are still manuscripts written by him!

His autographed manuscript, in this world, he only gave it to three people.

One is Yan Xiaowu, one is Qu Qingluo, and the other is Wen Maozhai.

Yan Xiaowu only had two previous copies, and he had all three of them, only Wen Maozhai, who sold books for him, and Qu Qingluo, once asked him to copy one copy for her to take away and read.

Could it be from Wen Mao Zhai?
This was his first thought.

After all, he didn't think that Qu Qingluo would throw away his autographed book at will.

Moreover, she is a saintess of the Nine Heavens Xuanmu Church, even if the things in her hands are discarded, it is impossible for this little beggar to get them.

Jiang Zhou frowned, his thoughts swirling.

After a while, while thinking about it, he quietly took a hair from the little beggar's head, and left the place immediately.

Back at the Jiang residence, Jiang Zhou called Ji Xuan.

"Old Ji, check someone for me."

Immediately, he told Ji Xuan about the little beggar leader.

Ji Xuan replied yes, and was about to do it when Jiang Zhou stopped him again: "By the way, do you know Baiximen?"

Jiang Zhou suddenly remembered the names mentioned by those little beggars, so he asked casually.

Unexpectedly, Ji Xuan really knew.

Hearing this name, Ji Xuan frowned deeply, showing a bit of disgust.

(End of this chapter)