Sensing Zhang Kun's strange look, the girl's body trembled slightly, she quickly put down his hand and stepped away a little, her head lowered and she didn't dare to look over.

"Can you...can you cure me?"

Zhang Kun struggled and asked.

He was injured, suffered from wind and cold, and was lying on the street on a windy and rainy night. Logically speaking, it was basically hopeless.

However, there happens to be a doctor who knows how to treat diseases. He seems to have a good heart. Shouldn't his life be cut off?

"No..." The girl's head was lowered, her hair covering her face, and she couldn't see anything. Amidst the sound of rain, she almost couldn't hear what she was saying.

"I don't know how to heal, I don't know anything!"

Her voice already sounded like crying.

Okay, no need to ask. Judging from this situation, there should be a tragic story that is not easy to tell, about medical skills and the experience of living on the street.

So what if the other person knows medical skills? They are so poor that they are begging for rice. No matter how kind-hearted they are, they can't help a stranger like themselves. It's already great to be able to help him and cover up the rain.

The rain gradually became heavier again, the sky gradually turned dark, and people's faces gradually became less clear.

It seemed that the dark night gave the girl some courage. She didn't know when she came closer, and Zhang Kun could even feel a trace of warmth on her body.

"Do you want to eat?" The girl suddenly took out half a piece of black stuff from her pocket, put it to her mouth and gently bit a piece, squinted her eyes and chewed with satisfaction, took a bite, thought about it, and broke off half of it.

, handed it over.

"What?"

"Mountain..."

Zhang Kun shook his head. At this time, his head was dizzy. The most important thing was the constant pain between his chest and lungs. His body and limbs were slightly numb. Where was his appetite?

Besides, this dark-looking thing doesn’t taste good at first glance, but the other person seems to cherish it very much.

It must have been thrown to her by some kind person when she was begging for food.

It might be her daily ration.

The two of them tentatively said a few words, then became completely quiet.

Zhang Kun was so confused that he didn't notice when the heavy rain stopped in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes again, he found that the sky was dazzling and the sun had already come out.

Not far away there were cries, footsteps, wooden wheels rolling, donkeys and horses neighing...

This street has completely come to life.

My head is still a little heavy, my brain is not very clear from the heat, and there is no sharp pain in my chest and lungs. However, it is as if a big stone is pressing down on me, and it is very difficult to breathe.

'The injury hasn't worsened, but it hasn't healed either.'

Zhang Kun frowned tightly, and when he glanced around, he saw a half-black and half-white broken bowl not far from his head. There was clear water in the bowl, and it was placed within arm's reach.

It must be that guy caught half a bowl of rainwater last night and put it here.

It is true that patients with fever will be thirsty.

However, Zhang Kun couldn't help but twitch his lips when he looked at the bowl, which was so dirty that it was difficult to see its true color, and the dregs settling at the bottom of the water.

If I drink half a bowl of this unhygienic cold water, I probably won’t be able to hold it anymore...

After all, modern people generally have weak body resistance and are unprepared.

'What about the little girl begging for food?'

Zhang Kunqiang endured the discomfort, half-propped his body, looked sideways, and saw a slightly thin, dark figure, holding a broken bowl, chasing people on the roadside to beg for mercy.

"Uncle, madam, please be okay, I haven't eaten for a long time."

"Brother, grandma, please give me some money."

The girl's face was black and bruised. It was obvious that she had found some soot and re-smeared her face. She didn't know who she was hiding from and didn't dare to show her true face.

Her voice is clear and pleasant, but although her voice is pleasant, it cannot be eaten.

"Go away, you stinky beggar, stay away."

"Get out of the way!"

A man fiercely stretched out his hand to pull out the little girl, causing her to fall to the ground.

People around him walked away from each other, and a large number of people held their noses with disgust in their eyes.

Zhang Kun noticed that the flow of people on this street was actually quite good. There were ordinary people in short coats going to the city to go to the market, there were also some scholars and businessmen in long robes, and even tall foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes...

There were people riding donkeys, riding carriages, and walking, men, women, old and young.

But there was no one there, so he threw a coin into the beggar girl's broken bowl.

Just like that, I watched the young beggar girl running around, being despised and driven away...until the sun was in the middle of the day, she didn't beg for anything.

Thinking of the half-piece of steamed bun that the little girl tore off last night, Zhang Kun couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart because he was a rough man.

'What a miserable woman.'

"Come here..." he cleared his throat and called.

After calling a few times, the girl turned around in confusion, approached hesitantly, and asked, "Are you thirsty and need a drink of water?" She bent down to pick up the half bowl of water.

"No, it's wrong for you to ask for money like this. You need a story."

Zhang Kun was impatient to beat around the bush, so he said bluntly that he was not energetic enough and could not sustain long lectures.

I can see that this injury and illness are not getting better. If you can help her, please do it.

"Ah?" The girl was puzzled.

"I've never heard of the story. The teahouse storyteller always knows it, but I don't know. Do you know the drama?"

Seeing the mixture of understanding and confusion in the girl's eyes, Zhang Kun continued to explain.

"The stupidest way is to forcefully ask for it, which will arouse other people's resentment."

"Wait a minute, you move me out into the sun, close to the roadside. I'll be responsible for pretending to be dead, and you'll be responsible for crying. Do you understand?"

"I understand." The girl vaguely knew what to do.

"When you were begging for money, you just said you sold yourself to be buried... No, you sold yourself to cure your brother." He wanted to say that he sold himself to bury his father, but halfway through, he saw the girl's eyebrows were drooped and she was about to cry again, so Zhang Kun hurriedly

Change your words.

I thought to myself that this guy's father might have died, not long ago.

"I won't sell it." The girl stopped crying now, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she was sulking.

"I'm not asking you to really sell it. It's just a gimmick. Do you know the gimmick? It's just a talk. You offer a hundred taels of silver. Do you want someone to buy this yellow-haired girl like you?"

Zhang Kun took a few deep breaths, finally managed to catch his breath, and then said slowly: "I said, you do it, don't ask why, if you want to get money and eat something good, just be obedient."

"Pick up a piece of cardboard and bring me a piece of coal."

This time the girl didn't hesitate. There were piles of garbage here and everything was there, but there was no food.

Soon, she picked up pieces of paper and coal particles. Zhang Kun took them in his hands and wrote a few words with difficulty.

"Just asking for a penny?"

As soon as she finished writing, the girl read it out.

"You actually know how to read. That's even better. You'll beg for it later... If someone gives you two cents, you have to give back one cent. If they give you three cents, you give back two cents and then thank them."

"Return the money?" Even though the girl's face was wiped out and her expression was obscured, Zhang Kun could still see that her face was full of incomprehension.

"Just do it...that's it."

Zhang Kun felt that he was exhausted from talking for such a conversation, and felt a little sleepy. His body was so cold that he couldn't help but tremble, and he had already begun to tremble.

'This injury is more serious. I wonder if I can survive until dark?'

He sighed secretly in his heart.

Next, the girl, probably with the attitude of giving it a try, actually moved Zhang Kun to the roadside under the sun and placed him there to pretend to be a corpse. No, she pretended to be a patient.

In fact, there is no need to pretend.

Anyone with eyes could tell at a glance that Zhang Kun was seriously ill. There were large blood stains on the white T-shirt on his chest. He had obviously vomited a lot of blood and was about to die.

Cardboards were placed on the ground, and some pedestrians who knew how to read read out curiously, "I only ask for a penny."

The girl couldn't let go before, and she didn't know how much mental construction she had gone through. She stammered at first, and then after a while, she spoke fluently.

"I sold myself to treat my brother for just a penny."

"Only ask for one penny, never ask for more."

"Just asking for a penny."

This time, no one will chase her away.

However, a curious idle man came up to ask for the price.

"Sell yourself for what price?"

"One hundred taels."
To be continued...