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Volume 1 Sleepy Shoal 003¡¾Jinmen Wind and Rain¡¿

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    When they came to a shady alley, the brother and sister sat down against the wall.

    Zhao Zhenfang held the remaining handful of steamed buns with her dirty hands: "Second brother, you eat, I'm already full."

    Zhao Han did not refuse, but laughed happily.  Divide the food that is not enough to fit between the teeth into two halves again, and hand back half to the younger sister: "Eat it separately."

    "Um."

    Zhao Zhenfang tore the crumbs of steamed buns and put them in her mouth, reluctant to chew or swallow, and only tasted the fragrance of the food with her tongue.

    Seeing Zhao Han looking at her, Zhao Zhenfang seemed to forget her grief, and smiled happily: "Second brother, the steamed buns are really delicious."

    Zhao Han stroked the top of his sister's head and promised: "When the second brother earns money, I will let you have steamed buns every day."

    "That's really good." Zhao Zhenfang said longingly.

    After putting the little girl to sleep, the smile on Zhao Han's face disappeared, and he picked up the dog-beating stick and grinded it on the ground.  He still didn't have much strength, and the speed of sharpening the weapon was very slow, but the end of the dog-beating stick was finally sharpened.

    A simple bamboo spear is formed in this way, and it can kill people at critical times.

    The experience just now made Zhao Han deeply aware that besides the possibility of starving to death at any time, there are countless potential dangers waiting for him.

    Touching the bamboo spear, Zhao Han finally had a sense of security, creating an illusion that he could control his own destiny.

    In the evening, Zhao Zhenfang woke up from hunger again.

    Zhao Han, leaning on a bamboo spear in one hand and supporting his sister in the other, walked along the streets.

    ?Eating half a steamed bun each, and resting for half a day, both brothers and sisters regained a little physical strength, at least they didn¡¯t have to crawl like dogs when begging for food.

    Arriving at the back door of a certain house, Zhao Han patted on it for a while, and finally someone came to open the door.  Before he could open his mouth to beg, the other party saw the appearance of the siblings, and slammed the door shut.

    Along the way, I knocked four or five more, and only one didn't close the door directly.

    "Ma'am, please do me a favor and give me a stutter. The Bodhisattva blesses you with a long life." Zhao Han hurriedly said auspicious words.

    The woman said: "There is really no food left at home, you can go beg elsewhere."

    ?In small households, in years of famine, I can¡¯t even get enough to eat. How can I have food to help the poor and beggars?

    Seeing that there was no food to beg for, Zhao Han said again: "Can you give me some water? I'm very thirsty."

    The woman was kind-hearted and never refused: "You wait."

    The door closes.

    After a while, the woman opened the door again, scooped up a ladle of clean water, and asked with a frown, "Where's your begging bowl?"

    Zhao Han said nonsense casually: "I was beaten to pieces by some beggars. They don't allow me to beg for food here."

    The woman was even more sympathetic, and handed over the water ladle and said, "Take it and drink."

    Zhao Han first asked the younger sister to drink water to quench her thirst, and then poured the rest of the water into her stomach.  Returning the water ladle, he bowed and said, "Thank you benefactor!"

    "Also a young master in distress. Alas!" The woman closed the door with a sigh.

    At a young age, you already know etiquette. How could you not be the young master in distress?

    After Zhao Han drank the water, he finally regained some energy.  Instead of continuing to beg in this back alley, he found all the way to Dock East Street, which is the most prosperous place in Tianjin.

    The night has fallen, but the North Wharf East Street is brightly lit.

    A large number of merchants stayed here because the cargo ship ran aground in the canal.  The inns were already full, and some wealthy businessmen couldn't find a place to stay, so they simply settled down in brothels outside the North City.

    There are hungry people everywhere outside the canal, but the East Pier Street is full of flowers, and the aroma of wine and meat comes from the restaurants.

    Zhao Han chose a restaurant and squatted at the door waiting for the big customers.

    As soon as he stood still, a shop clerk came out and chased him away with a stick: "Little beggar, get out of here!"

    Zhao Han hurriedly said: "My ancestors were imperial chefs, and they had an exclusive cooking secret recipe, only ten taels of silver"

    "Get out!" The shop assistant beat him with a stick.

    Zhao Han held up his bamboo spear to block it, pulling his sister back and forth, and stood at a distance waiting for the big guests to enjoy the meal.

    As a result, the food was not obtained, but a group of beggars were provoked instead.

    The beggars that Zhao Han killed before were mainly active in Dock North Street.  Dock East Street is the site of another group of beggars.  They belong to the same gang of beggars, but they are managed by different little bosses.

    These beggars are more powerful, and there are more than a dozen of them who come to make trouble.

    Zhao Han protected his sister and stood against the wall, using a bamboo spear in a bayonet pose, provocatively said: "Come on!"

    A beggar was beaten with a stick, but without any rules, the dog-beating stick was swung high above his head.

    ? Zhao Han did not move his feet, but leaned forward, astupid!  "

    Ma Wu sat under the eaves of a door, which could barely shelter from the rain, and planned to get a full sleep before talking.

    Just dreaming of big fish and big meat, Ma Wu suddenly heard footsteps, and he quickly opened his eyes and wiped his saliva.

    The footsteps were getting closer, but Ma Wu couldn't see clearly at all.

    A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky.

    Zhao Han caught a glimpse of a person curled up under the eaves of the door, and he stepped forward and asked, "Uncle, is there any ruined temple nearby?"

    Ma Wu replied subconsciously: "It's far away, the Town God's Temple is in the southeast."

    Zhao Han looked at the place carefully, and found that the eaves of the door were not wide, and the heavy rain must have been blown in by the wind, so he took his sister to find a better place.

    Ma Wu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and quietly followed behind the siblings.

    This guy obviously doesn't understand what stalking is, and night blindness affects his eyesight, so even a fool would know that the commotion is wrong.

    After walking for a while, Zhao Han suddenly turned around, walked quickly to Ma Wu, and asked, "Why are you following me?"

    "Nono." Ma Wu denied it.

    Zhao Han immediately raised his bamboo spear, pointing the tip of the spear at the opponent's throat, and said in a low voice, "Say!"

    Ma Wu instantly remembered the rumors that at noon today, a leader was killed on the side of North Street, and this kid in front of him really knew how to kill.  He was so frightened that his legs became weak, and he knelt down and said, "Little ancestor, spare me!"

    "Say it!" Zhao Han said with a stern expression.

    He said everything he knew: "You killed Lord Hou's people, and Lord Hou sent people to look for you everywhere, saying that if they caught you, they would break your legs. You are all children, and it would be better if you broke your legs."  Lord Hou will not kill you for begging."

    Breaking off the legs of myself and my sister to beg?

    Zhao Han suppressed his anger and asked, "Who is Lord Hou?"

    Ma Wu replied: "Master Hou is Lord Hou, and all the beggars near the North Wharf belong to him."

    Zhao Han asked: "The leader of the beggar gang?"

    "The beggar gang?" Ma Wu shook his head and corrected, "We belong to the Lotus Society."

    Zhao Han continued to ask: "That Marquis, is he just a beggar leader? Or does he have some other identity?"

    Ma Wu said: "It's the beggar leader, and now he won't beg for food by himself."

    Zhao Han asked: "You said that the vicinity of the dock is Lord Hou's territory, what about other places in Tianjin?"

    Ma Wu replied: "It's not other places. Lord Hou is in charge of the area from the north city wall to the north pier."

    The thunder became more urgent, and the rain began to fall.

    Zhao Han suddenly became silent, his hands holding the spear loosened and tightened, and he was analyzing his current situation.

    First of all, troubled times are about to usher in.

    Secondly, I and my sister are young.

    Two young children must think about how to survive in troubled times.

    Zhao Han couldn't remember exactly which year it was.

    Anyway, it's not next year, it's the year after, maybe the year after, the Jurchen army is about to break through the pass and enter the city outside Beijing like a broken bamboo.

    When the time comes, there will be chaos, and Tianjin may not be safe.

    If Zhao Han crosses over to be twenty years old, he actually has many ways out, and he can even go to Shaanxi to participate in the peasant uprising.

    But he is only ten years old now, and he is dragging a six-year-old sister with him.

    The only choice is to look for opportunities to go south, and grow up in the stable Jiangnan first.

    Moreover, during the Little Ice Age, the winter in the north was too cold, and it was not easy to freeze to death if you went to the south.

    Leaving aside the matter of going south, someone is going to break his legs right now and use him as a begging tool!

    Zhao Han straightened his back, his confused eyes gradually became firm.  He asked sharply, "Tell me, where does that Lord Hou live?"

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