The mentally disabled grandfather is going to divorce his wife

Chapter 381 Little Beggar

Yan Danqing changed into a beggar's outfit, which was tattered, revealing her black hands and feet.

In order to pretend to be a bit like, she sacrificed a lot, and found a real beggar's costume, which she got off from a beggar, and she couldn't bear to look at the sour and smelly clothes.

It looks like a living chicken coop with messy hair, covered with mud, and even yellow things like feces.

This Yizhuang has been abandoned, and no one will bury the corpse here. Over time, it has become a beggar's nest, and many beggars rest here.

And according to Emperor Yao, the beggars here are the worst beggars at the bottom. They are all old, weak, sick and disabled. You can only settle in this Yizhuang.

When Yan Danqing came in, the first thing he saw were coffins, all of which were rotten, and those lying and sleeping in them were all beggars, dressed in worse clothes than her, and the skinny ones looked like they had only a few bones left of.

Severe coughing and uncomfortable moans filled the dilapidated space, and a disgusting smell of corruption and damp came to the face.

The white silk hanging on the roof was also tattered and fluttering in the wind, reminding her of scenes from ghost movies.

There were about a dozen beggars.

They were all old, weak, sick and disabled, or they were asleep or sitting and panting. When they saw her coming, they just glanced at her and did not drive her away.

Yan Danqing looked at them sympathetically, found a corner and shrank, pretending to be a beggar like them.

It took about half an hour.

Suddenly there was a sound at the door, a voice like a duck's voice: "I'm back."

Yan Danqing didn't answer either, the little beggar must have come back, and he was thinking about when Emperor Yao would come to look for him.

The voice of the male duck is still talking, it sounds like a chatter.

Yan Danqing carefully identified the voice, and the voice should be a little beggar who is in the period of changing his voice, at most he looks about fourteen or five years old.

"Hello." The little beggar's voice sounded from behind and patted her: "Are you new here?"

Yan Danqing shrank her body and shivered for a while, then nodded, but did not dare to move.

"Don't be afraid, my name is Xiao Qi, we won't bully you." Xiao Qi glanced at the woman who was huddled in the corner, and saw that she was scared, and she might have been bullied before she ran here: "Aren't you He came from the capital, did he escape from another place?"

Yan Danqing didn't speak, just pretended to be scared.

"Hey." Xiao Qi sighed, glanced at the bun in her hand, broke off most of it and handed it to her: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, you must be hungry, this For you to eat."

Yan Danqing clearly saw two dark thumb marks on the dark bun: Brother, can you refuse?
"Take it!" Xiao Qi stuffed her the bun, leaned against the wall next to her, and looked at her with a smile on her head: "I found this in the slops that I brought out from the Prince's Mansion early in the morning. But I got it early in the morning.”

Yan Danqing didn't know what it was like to hold the half bun in his hand, and the little beggar sitting beside him was thin, small and dark, but when he smiled, he showed a mouthful of white teeth, indescribably bright and optimistic.

Every beggar in Yizhuang has a steamed corn bread in his hand, and he is holding Zhengxiang.

And the half in his hand was given out by the little beggar from his own ration.

(End of this chapter)