The big rivers and lakes that attack

Chapter 1060 The newspaper seller and the suspicious case in the Central Capital
The middle-aged scribe sighed: "Recently there seem to be many cases of this kind. It is said that they are all related to the red-faced monk. Some of them are entertainers, and some are women from good families."

"On our Qinglong Road side, there have been a lot of incidents, but there are no reports in the newspapers. Even if there are reports, they only say that they are love murders and the like."

Several people chatted about this for a while, and at this moment, a thin boy of thirteen or fourteen years old walked into the wine shop. His clothes were very shabby and were damaged in several places.

There were chilblains on his hands and cracks on his face. It stands to reason that this should be a beggar, but he tidied himself up.

The little face was cleansed, the hair was combed neatly, and although the clothes were worn out, they were washed clean, and there were a few small words "Orphan Welfare Institute" embroidered on the chest.

He carried a heavy bag full of newspapers on his shoulders. After entering the restaurant, he asked from table to table: "New Evening News, do you want it?"

"This is the New Evening News, do you want it? It just came out..."

"...Business newspaper, there are some, there are entertainment newspapers, there are also daily newspapers... Thank you, thank you Chenghui..."

This young man is a "newsboy". He has a lot of newspapers in his bag, and every family has them. When he meets someone who buys newspapers, he will thank him sincerely after receiving the money.

Of course, there were those who didn't want it, and they drove him away like a fly. The boy was not angry, bowed politely and said "Excuse me", and then left to go to the next table.

Seeing that the "newsboy" was so courteous, the three literati, old, middle-aged and young, aroused their interest. The newsboys who sold newspapers in the past were not like this.

The three looked at each other, all feeling curious, the middle-aged scribe smiled and waved, saying: "The newspaper seller, come over here."

The young man saw that he had business patrons, so he ran over quickly, first bowed, and then asked: "Hello, gentlemen, what do you want?"

The character of the middle-aged scribe is obviously very gentle, so he smiled and said: "Don't be busy, if you don't think we are sour, how about sitting down and chatting?"

The young man looked embarrassed. He still had newspapers to sell, and today's income was all in it. The delay was too long, and he might not be able to buy them all.

The old scribe saw his concerns and said with a smile: "Haven't you eaten yet? Let's eat first. How about chatting with me while you eat? After eating, the three of you will each buy a newspaper for you, and you will have a meal." The money is on this table."

The young man showed liking, he was hungry at the moment, but he was a bit reserved, and said shyly: "Then... trouble the three masters."

The three of them called the waiter over and asked the young man what he would like to eat. The young man thought for a while and said, "Second brother, please just have a bowl of stewed noodles... no meat, vegetarian."

A bowl of stewed noodles is only about ten silver bowls, and plain noodles are cheaper, only six bowls. His sensibleness made the three scholars look up to him with admiration.

The young scribe laughed loudly, and said: "Here is a plate of stewed beef, two cold dishes, one meat and one vegetarian, a bowl of rice, and a bowl of mixed noodles...vegetarian, I will serve all of them for this little brother."

This... Doesn't it cost a baht?The boy quickly waved his hand and said, "No...no need, just a bowl of noodles, don't bother..."

The middle-aged scribe patted him on the shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "Eat at ease, and you don't want to spend money."

The young man lowered his head in embarrassment, and said, "Many...thanks to the three masters."

The young scribe said: "Let's take advantage of serving the dishes, let's have a chat... Are you from Xuanwu Dao?"

The young man said cautiously: "To tell you the truth, the villain is a Xuanwu Taoist."

The old scribe said: "You used to be an orphan, right? Where are your parents?"

The young man said: "Well, originally Dad was the leader of the Green Snake Gang. He was hacked to death a few years ago when he was fighting with others. The gang leader defaulted on the pension, so my mother went there to make trouble, was injured, and died shortly after returning. Leaving my sister and I begging around at the crossing to make a living."

His tone was very calm. After all, it was all a few years ago, and he couldn't cause too much disturbance in his heart.

The young scholar asked: "Then, you were taken in by Xuanwu Dao's 'Orphanage'?"

The young man nodded, then shook his head, with a hint of sadness hidden in his eyes: "My sister is too young, she was only four years old at the time, she had a fever, and I couldn't ask for much money."

"I couldn't afford a doctor, and I couldn't get much food. She didn't make it through, and died of illness. They said that fever was contagious, so they burned my younger sister. They said that I also had fever, so they beat me up. Kill me, I run away."

"They" are naturally those groups of beggars.

Hearing these words, the three of them couldn't help feeling compassionate, and looked at the young man with even more gentle eyes.

"...Later, that is, in the first few months, the Xuanwu Dao was decided by the old man, so I was arranged to enter the 'orphanage', where there are kind-hearted old mothers and gentlemen who teach and read."

"The master said that we must learn to support ourselves, otherwise we will be looked down upon by others... and the master who taught us martial arts said that no matter how good our bones are, how talented we are, it is good to learn more. When we grow up, we will not be bullied by others. .”

"Nurse, sir, master, they are all very kind to us... well, they used to be beggars and tramps, and the master who taught boxing is a sixth-grade master. Although he broke two legs, he still has real skills ..."

"...The partners form cliques in different classes and often fight. If someone is bullied, they go to complain to the old mother, and if someone is bullied, they dare not complain..."

The young man rambled on about this, and said that he had a very good foundation and outstanding talent, he was the monitor of the third class a year, and now he has a second-rank skill, he looked very proud.

So and so, the food came out not long after, the boy smelled the aroma, swallowed his saliva, and let out a stomach growl, obviously hungry, smiled embarrassedly, picked up the chopsticks, and started to gobble it up.

The middle-aged scribe asked, "Does the orphanage not care about food?"

While eating, the boy said, "Come on, although the food is not very good, everyone can eat enough... I am the monitor of Class [-], Grade [-]. Because of my outstanding performance, I was sent out to 'work-study program'."

"...The work-study program is an outstanding representative in the class. You need to learn to support yourself. You can no longer live by begging. Go out and do things that suit you, earn money to support yourself, and be self-reliant."

"It was not dawn today. I had breakfast in the courtyard, and then hurried to the outlets of various newspapers in a public carriage. I sold newspapers everywhere. I have already sold fifty copies of the newspapers."

"There are about three hundred judges, almost two gold baht. After deducting the money paid to buy various newspapers, I can always get ninety judges. The money is all mine. When I go back at night, I can still eat in the courtyard." Have a full meal."

"I have been working and studying for several days, and I have saved a lot of money, but I plan to divide half of the money and donate it to the hospital. Those of us who came to study on a part-time study all have this idea."

(End of this chapter)