Meet the owner of Peach Blossom Island at the beginning of the game

Chapter 4 The Old Beggar and the Young Master

The gray and white courtyard wall stood tall, and beside the courtyard wall stood a mulberry tree about eight or nine feet high. Under the tree was a tattered straw mat, and on the straw mat lay a black and thin figure. .

thump, thump, thump... The bamboo stick held in the muddy palm beat rhythmically on the ground, and the broken bowl held in the other hand was missing a few holes, and the original color of the broken bowl could not be seen shaking.

The old beggar shook his head, and said: "Look, look, here comes a poor beggar! Hello aunt, uncle is kind, take pity on me, poor poor man, give me a steamed bun, give me some soup, I wish you a long life Healthy again!"

"Look, take a look, here is a poor beggar! Hello aunt, grandpa, take pity on me, poor poor man, give me a steamed bun, give me some soup, I wish you a long life and good health! Long life and good health!"

Singing and knocking, coupled with the body swaying left and right, there is a hint of rhythm.

Ding ding... Only the sound of copper coins falling into the broken bowl was heard from time to time.The copper coins flying from everywhere fell into the broken bowl in the hands of the old beggar without any mistakes.

clap clap clap!
Hearing the sound of clapping, the old beggar stopped, and his eyes fell on the five or six-year-old child standing in front of him.

The child was wearing white shoes, a white shirt, and a white silk lace around his head. His body was not stained with a speck of dust.With fair skin, flawless hands, handsome face, and a smart look, he looked like a young man from a wealthy family.

Hehe smiled, knowing that a big fat sheep was coming, the old beggar immediately worked harder.

"Please do me a favor, please do me a second, the giver is croaking. Let me, I will, the board stretches out the wealth!"

Saying that, holding a broken bowl in both hands, with a flattering and hopeful smile on his face, he knelt down in front of the young master.

Seeing this situation, Fang Yanming rolled his eyes, put his hands together, and stretched them into his sleeves.Seeing this action, the old beggar's face became more flattering, and the broken bowl in his hand got closer to Fang Yanming.

Fang Yanming stretched out his tightly clenched right hand, and it fell into the old beggar's bowl.

"Fuck!"

I only heard the old beggar cry out in surprise, which he learned from the little beggar.

All I saw was the little boy's right hand, he grabbed it hard, and turned the few copper coins in the bowl into two or three coins.

"Haha! I finally got it for the young master!"

Shouting excitedly, he started running.His figure was like lightning, his small body was very nimble, and he walked through the streets full of people coming and going, without bumping into anyone or anything.

Seeing this situation, how can the old beggar fail to understand.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he murmured softly: "Hey, this brat likes to mess around! I didn't expect it! I didn't expect that I would be pecked by geese all day long! My old beggar was also robbed Money day!"

He curled his lips again, "But? Boy, it's a skill if you can run away!"

While talking, the old beggar jumped lightly, tapped the tattered shoes on the tree and the wall, and climbed over the courtyard wall which was more than ten feet high.

His eyes fell on the white figure jumping left and right in the street in the distance, and he shook his head.Then he tapped his toes, and slowly chased Fang Yanming along the wall.

At this time, on the second floor of the inn, the windows across the street were wide open, and a couple of men and women were snuggling together, looking at the scene on the street.

Feng Hengxiu frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashed across his beautiful face.She asked softly: "Brother Yao, let this kid Minger be so nonsense! Is it okay?"

Huang Yaoshi didn't take it seriously, and replied: "This Ming boy, although he is still young, but he looks like a ghost, he must be fine! Besides, he has been wandering here for a year. In terms of familiarity with this place, I am afraid we are not as good as him!"

Feng Heng sighed, "Oh... If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have agreed to this brat!" As he was speaking, he even shook his husband's sleeve.

Seeing his wife's appearance, Huang Yaoshi couldn't help laughing.

He stretched out his arm and gently put it around Feng Heng's waist, tapped his toes lightly, and a blue and white figure flew out from the window in an instant and landed on the eaves of the first floor.The legs moved again, the figures changed, and the two kept falling on the surrounding roofs, chasing after the old beggar and Fang Yanming who had just left.

Fang Yanming turned left and right, and soon he landed in an alley with few people.

I saw him holding about six or seven copper coins in one small hand, turning his hands around, holding these copper coins upside down and playing with them continuously.

"Hey! Young master is really smart! After changing this outfit and washing his face, the old beggar really doesn't know me anymore. So, it's a hit! Haha..."

Stuffing the copper plate in his hand into the armhole between the sleeves of his right hand, he raised the thumb of his left hand, and lightly squeezed the small nose twice, with a proud expression on his face.

Turning around, he suddenly found that the sunlight in front of him was blocked by a figure.Looking up again, he saw the familiar face in front of him.Although the pitch-black soil and dust almost covered his face, the dialect was clearly familiar.

hey-hey…

The yellow and black teeth were exposed, and the old beggar grinned wide.

hey-hey…

The white teeth were exposed, and the little boy opened his mouth.

Sudden!Two black lacquered fingers opened wide, landed on the small head, and precisely pressed on the two big black and purple bags!

Hey!
Fang Yanming screamed miserably, and stretched out his two small hands to cover the big bump on his forehead, rubbing it constantly, and there was the sound of Sihasha's inhalation from his mouth, and his small face was wrinkled into a ball.

Seeing this scene, the old beggar grinned even wider!

"Hey! Brat! You were not born when I was a beggar and I was in the world! Are you still playing tricks on me?"

"What? Where did you go to make trouble again? And your head, didn't it hit the door in a panic when you stole the chicken again!"

Hearing this, Fang Yanming didn't care about the pain in his head anymore. He looked dissatisfied, shook his fist at the old beggar, and jumped up to refute.

"Cut! That's not it! You just bumped into the door frame! Young master, I'm called Toujiao Zhengrong, do you understand! Tou-jiao-Zhengrong! Hmph... I don't know anything!"

As he said that, he wrinkled his little face again, and began to rub his head.

The old beggar had a look of shame, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more clearly visible.

"Stinky boy! Don't tell me, this look of horns? I really haven't seen old beggars before! Haha..."

Hmph...Fang Yanming put down his two small black hands, pretending that I am very angry, and turned his little head.

Hehe... the old beggar is even happier.He stretched out his big rough black hand and pinched that pretty little face.

Fang Yanming dodged left and right, but in the end, two hands directly pinched both faces.

"Hey, brat! It seems that you and I don't have this fate!"

There seemed to be a trace of sadness in the old beggar's smile, he sighed softly, and continued: "Since you have found your relatives, let's stay together! Also, you brat, what a joke You have to keep your temper well, but don't be kicked out when it makes people dislike you."

The sadness in the words became more and more intense, but seeing the ignorant look of the child in front of him, he changed into a kind smile.

He rubbed Fang Yanming's face vigorously again.After rubbing his fair little face until it turned gray, he let him go.

"Oh! It's too funny to laugh! It's so strange to get off again!"

The old beggar let go of his hands, turned around gracefully, tapped the gray-yellow bamboo stick in his right hand on the ground, and the broken bowl in his left hand shook in the air, and there was a clear and crisp sound of crashing copper coins.

Keke cleared his throat, and his angry voice began to echo in the street.

"Look, take a look, here is a poor beggar! Hello aunt, uncle Shan, take pity on me, poor poor man, give me a steamed bun, give me some soup, I wish you a long life and good health!"

"Please do me a favor, please do me a second, the giver is croaking. Let me, I will, the board stretches out the wealth!"

Seeing the thin back of the old beggar, Fang Yanming suddenly felt the tip of his nose sore, he tried his best to run a few steps forward, and shouted to the old beggar: "Old man... you can live a few more years Don't let the young master not find you when he comes again!"

The back of the old beggar paused following the sound.I saw him raising the bamboo stick in his hand, waving it towards the back gracefully, and then left the street with the rhythm in his mouth, and his figure was never seen again.

Fang Yanming's gaze followed to the corner of the street, and he stepped on his feet vigorously until the figure from his back was no longer seen.

He opened his right hand for a look, then clenched his right fist vigorously. He suddenly squatted down, hugged his legs with both hands, and shrunk his small body into a ball with great effort, and did not move anymore...

On the roof of the street corner, Feng Heng tried his best to hook his body, looking at the huddled white figure, his face was full of worry.

Turning around, seeing her husband's calm and indifferent look, she immediately became angry.

He stretched out his little foot and kicked Huang Yaoshi's boots twice lightly, then gave him a supercilious look, pursed his mouth, and turned his head to sulk.

Huang Yaoshi smiled kindly, brushed his slender fingers lightly around his waist, put the green jade flute lightly on his lips, pressed his fingers on the flute hole, and began to play slowly.

The melodious sound of the flute makes people think far away, calms the mind, and reminds people of an unknown meaning.

That's parting...

I do not know how long it has been.Huang Yaoshi sat on the top and played the jade flute, Feng Heng leaned his head lightly on his shoulder.

In the alley, Fang Yanming raised his head and straightened his body, but his current appearance was very ridiculous.

His originally fair face was smeared with streaks of black ashes, and the two big bumps on his head became even more bulging. He is indeed a man with tall horns.

The spotless white clothes were also smeared in a mess.There are two black five palm prints printed on the lower shirt, and half a small black face and two black spots are smeared on the chest.

Turning Wu Liuliu's big eyes, he returned to that playful and mischievous look.

He pinched his waist with both hands, leaving ten black finger marks on his waist.He raised his head and shouted to the roof: "Auntie! Uncle! I'm hungry!"

Before he finished speaking, two figures, one green and one white, fell in front of him.

"Hey...Little aunt, little uncle! I'm hungry, let's go back quickly!"

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to pull his aunt.

But his movements were stopped by Feng Heng's staring almond eyes.

Putting his hands down, his fingers were constantly entangled between the corners of his clothes, his lips were pursed high, and there was a pitiful expression on his small dark face, which looked extremely pitiful.

Seeing this, the anger on Feng Heng's face disappeared instantly.

She pulled her nephew's small body lovingly, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and gently wiped it between his hand and his small face.

After wiping, he gently brushed Fang Yanming's messy hair on his forehead, and said softly, "You're hungry! Let's go, my aunt will take you to try the street food."

The big white hand held the clean little hand, and the two walked forward slowly.

Seeing this situation, Huang Yaoshi shook his head with a wry smile, and followed slowly.

Fang Yanming's little head suddenly turned around, he pressed his right hand under his right eye, and gently pulled it down, stuck out his little tongue, and made a grimace at his little uncle...

(End of this chapter)