As the footsteps outside gradually approached, Lu Yu finally saw clearly the figure outside the mountain temple.
This is a group of beggars dressed in shabby clothes, some of them have even reached the point of not covering their clothes, just wearing a tattered straw mat to wrap their bodies.
Many people's eyes are empty and lifeless, full of despair for life.
They are a speck of dust in this mundane city, and no one cares about the life and death of these people. Even if some people died, it wouldn't cause any waves.
These people live just to live.
It was a helpless choice for Lu Yu to join the Beggar Gang at the beginning. Only with the protection of power can he barely survive in this city.
"It rained heavily outside the city again. I heard that the crops were all flooded, and many refugees fled to the city."
"Those officials and lords have sent people to search the edge of the city wall to prevent those refugees from mixing in."
"It's best for those people not to come in. It's best to die outside. If they let them enter the city, I'm afraid they will also grab things from us."
A group of beggars were chatting with each other and ran into the yard, just in time to catch a glimpse of Lu Yu lying in the corner, with contemptuous and disgusting expressions on their faces.
Lu Yu is recovering from a serious illness now, and is still in a weak state.
But for the beggar gang, if they can't go out to work and wait for the gang to distribute food, it is like waste and useless.
"Get up, share the food."
A burly man walked in from outside. His name was "Zhu Zi" and he was the leader of the beggar gang.
In fact, the entire beggar gang is nothing more than a loose organization of a group of beggars.
Although this pillar doesn't have much brains, but he is born with Kong Wuli. He usually makes a living as a performer on the street, and his life is quite desolate.
Around his waist is a small bag of yellow rice.
In fact, even these yellow rice is not so pure, it is mixed with many loess stones. Even the weight is very small, just chatting about two catties.
Zhuzi introduced the yellow rice into the boiling hot water, and began to cook a pot of porridge, and soon a faint fragrance of rice wafted out.
All the other beggars surrounded them, staring straight at the pot of porridge that was being cooked.
For them, that is their life.
Only by eating food can they continue to live.
Everyone has a share, but the portion is not much, and it is barely enough to fill the stomach. It's just that for all the beggars, they can only live by eating this.
"Brother Zhuzi, the porridge is ready." One of the child beggars stared straight at the pot, and his mouth was already drooling.
Zhu Zi nodded, he directly picked up the spoon, and gave himself a portion of the thickest rice porridge.
The fragrance of rice porridge wafted out, and Zhu Zi sat aside with the bowl in his hand, took out another piece of steamed bun, and ate it on his own.
He is the leader of the gang, and the only person present with a young and strong labor force, so he deserves to eat the most food.
As for the order of other porridge distribution, it is also arranged according to the amount of labor in the gang.
The ones at the top of the list are naturally the senior beggars in the gang. As for those who have just joined the gang and have not made any contribution, they can only be ranked last.
The rice soup was getting less and less, and there was not much food left in the pot. Everyone was sitting in the corner, holding bowls and constantly eating the rice soup inside. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com