This is the edge of the city, but it is actually the same outside the city. Qingyun Martial Arts Academy has to go further northwest.

There is a little girl carrying a load at the intersection of the street, almost fourteen or fifteen years old, carrying a load in, and a boy of five or six years old is followed by.

There are baskets on both ends of the load, and the basket is covered with an old quilt. I don’t know what food is selling.

Touching his stomach, he was a little hungry. Yuan Liang walked into the old street.

This is the old street and is also a place where students from the three major martial arts academies often come to.

The little girl often came. Not long after entering the old street, a young man wearing local clothes walked out of a shop with the sign "utensil" hanging on the street: "It's coming again, it's still the same rule."

"Thank you, thank you." The little girl put down the load at the door of the store and lifted the old quilt. There were two layers of paper underneath.

The first layer is thick kraft paper, the second layer is white paper, and under the white paper are white and fat big buns.

The little boy took out a paper bag from his arms and had another bamboo clip.

The young man smiled and said, "No need for you." Hear it back and said, "Plate."

A large plate flew out of the house. The young man raised his hand to catch it, walked over and picked up ten buns, and put down twelve yuan.

"It's too much." The girl picked up two dollars.

"Buy candy for Xiaohu." The young man turned around and returned to the house.

The little boy took the money from the girl and ran into the store: "Thank you, we have money ourselves." He ran out again.

Yuan Liang suddenly felt warm, feeling that the world was so beautiful and living was so good.

The girl carefully covered the white paper, then covered it with kraft paper, and finally covered it with a quilt.

Starting from this store, about seven shops bought buns, ten more and three less. After walking around, more than half of the two baskets of buns were left.

The girl walked to the street and put down her burden and shouted: "Buns, freshly baked meat buns, one dollar."

The boy Xiaohu squatted on the side of the road and looked around.

Yuan Liang walked over and said, "Buy ten buns."

The girl hesitated: "You eat it yourself?"

"Um."

"I can't finish eating, my buns are big."

"It's okay, I can finish it." He handed over ten yuan.

The boy collects money: "Thank you."

The girl lifted the old quilt... A few people ran over the side of the road: "Here." She ran towards the two children.

The two children changed their faces, covered themselves with quilts and took the load and ran away.

The boy still remembered to stuff the money into Yuan Liang's hand, turned around and carried a basket and ran with him.

Several people ran over a few steps and stood in front of the two children: "How many times have you said it? I want to come here to sell goods first!"

"I'll hand it over, I'll hand it over." The girl took out twenty yuan.

"Those who give beggars? Six hundred a month, plus the ones that are owed for a month, I'll give them one thousand." A young man with a black mole on his lips came up: "It's already two hundred cheaper."

The girl shook her head: "There is not that much money, it's all here." The girl took out money, and all the money was zero.

Yuan Liang was unhappy. The warm feeling that had just happened to get colder in an instant. Is winter here?

Walking up to the two children, "How much does it owe you?"

The young man with black mole looked Yuan Liang with his eyes slanted: "Who are you?"

"How much money do you owe?"

The young man with black mole turned his eyes: "Not much, three thousand."

"Didn't you just say a thousand?"

"It is a rule to charge six hundred a month. She owe a month, and add up to one thousand two. We charge money once a quarter, and the cost per quarter is one thousand eight." The black mole young man smiled and said, "Three thousand, not much, right?"

"Three thousand?" Yuan Liang thought for a moment: "Three thousand buns, you have to sell three thousand buns."

"Do you have money? Don't pretend to be big if you don't have money." The black-mole young man looked at the courtyard uniform of Qingyun Martial Arts Academy: "A freshman? Little hairy child, listen to my brother's advice, let's go. This is Dadu, not your heroic and righteous world."

"I want to ask, if you give you three thousand, she can sell buns for three months on this street?"

"sure."

"You have the final say? Can you make the decision?"

"Nonsense, just in the North City area, if you don't go and inquire, I, Erlang Shen, don't keep my words, who will keep my words?"

"Are you Erlang Shen?" Yuan Liang shook his head. This legendary god was so miserable that he was so hacked.

"What? You don't agree?" The black mole young man sneered: "If you don't look at your courtyard uniform, you can get rid of you."

Yuan Liang pondered: "I gave you money, what if they were bullied on this street?"

"Look for me, I have the second master! As long as you pay the money, whoever dares to bully them on this street will kill them all."

Yuan Liang looked at the two children and thought for a while: "Can you slow down for a while?"

"Slow?" The young man from black mole smiled and said, "It's totally OK, but how can heal?"

"I'll think about it."

"Create me?" The black-mole young man turned cold and said, "Get out!" He reached out to pull Yuan Liang.

He put one hand on Yuan Liang's shoulder, and with a whoosh, Yuan Liang flew horizontally and fell far away.

The black-mole young man was stunned for a moment, looked at his hands, and then looked at the little bald head... Am I so powerful?

The little bald man lay on the ground: "You...killed."

"Kill you?" The black-mole young man snorted: "Beat."

A few men behind him rushed up and beat the bald man up.

What a bizarre story, the "hero" who helped the strong and helped the weak was pressed to the ground and beaten up.

The little girl took a deep breath and walked to the black mole young man: "Let him go, I'll give you money." Her voice was very light, firm, and helpless, but she didn't feel a little wronged.

There was a crack sound from the battlefield beside him, and a big man fell to the ground with a roar. Then another big man fell down. The remaining two big men hurriedly retreated.

The little bald man sat up slowly: "Have you tried enough?"

The young man with black mole was stunned for a moment, pulled out a knife from his waist, and walked over with a smirk: "It's pretty good to beat."

Yuan Liang spread his legs and stretched forward: "Do you know who I am? I am the Daluo Golden Immortal... Daluo Vajra descended to earth, I practice Vajra body protection, and I have the Vajra Immortal Body. You hit me and scratch it..."

Before he finished speaking, the black-mole young man stabbed him, and Yuan Liang rolled to the side: "Don't force me."

The young man who had practiced the black mole, raised his knife and slashed it again.

Yuan Liang lay in the place and rolled over and then rose up: "You have angered me."

The young man with a black mole stabbed the third knife... A stone flew over and hit his wrist. With a click, the bone was easily broken and the knife fell to the ground.

There were three people standing in front, a white-faced scholar standing in front, and two big men in black were next to him.

The scholar had a cold face: "What's going on?"

"Do you want to die?" The young man with black mole held his broken hand and was still fierce.

The scholar was stunned for a moment: "I? Want to die?" After muttering this in a low voice, he spoke softly: "Kill." He walked forward.

A big man appeared in front of the young man with a black mole. He didn't see any action, but only saw a figure flashing by. The young man with a black mole fell down.

The white-faced scholar didn't even look at it and continued to walk forward.

There is a shop in front of me with a sign hanging with two words: "Fun."

The white-faced scholar walked into the store...

The big man killed someone and glanced at Yuan Liang, the little girl, and a few gangsters. Those guys were scattering... Two were scattering, and two were scattering.

Soon, the scholar came out of the shop and had an extra box in his hand.

When you go out the same way, you don’t care whether you kill someone or not, and you will soon walk out of the street.

Yuan Liang was surprised: "Can you kill someone at will? I'll say it earlier, so there's no need to be beaten, alas." He couldn't help but sigh: "It's better to be a capital city or a big city."

The girl was frightened and looked at the "bad guy" who died on the ground, looked at her burden, and then looked at Yuan Liang.

Yuan Liang touched the bald head: "How many buns are there?"

"What?"

“How many buns?”

"There are 200 in total, forty-four were sold, and there were still one hundred and fifty-six left."

"So much? Are you not tired?" Yuan Liang took out three hundred yuan, thought about it and took out seven hundred more: "The bun is mine, you two should leave quickly, don't come in a short time."

"ah?"

One thousand seems not enough? Yuan Liang thought about it and took out another thousand: "Go away quickly."
To be continued...