"Why is it that every time I meet you, you are either being beaten or being chased and beaten?" Yu Zhi looked at Mu Mu. She didn't mean anything else, she was just sighing.

She met him five times outside, and it was like this every time. Isn't this a coincidence?

"Before you met me, I was often beaten." There was no anger from the unfair experience on the wooden face, but there was vicissitudes and numbness that did not match his age.

"That's so pitiful!" No wonder he always has injuries on his body.

Yu Zhi said she was pitiful, but there was no trace of pity in her tone. She took a look at the environment and saw that it was actually a doghouse built with rotten wooden boards at the end of the alley.

Okay, it's actually a bit bigger than a doghouse, but it's not that big. After all, how big can an alley be?

It’s hard to imagine how such a big kennel could accommodate five children.

"Where is your little friend?" Yu Zhi asked.

"I'm going out to get something to eat."

"Can I have enough to eat?"

"Sometimes I can, sometimes I can't." Mu Mu said the truth, "Most of the time I can't." They are too young. Even if someone sees them giving some food to them, it will be snatched away by other beggars. They can't resist yet.

You'll get beaten.

"The feeling of being hungry is unpleasant."

Mu Mu looked at the woman sitting on the ground and felt incredible. How could she know what it was like to be hungry if she was so rich?

"Aren't you going back?" Mu Mu felt that this girl Yu was a little strange. The clothes she was wearing must be very valuable, but she sat on the ground indifferently.

He was just a little beggar, she talked to him every time she saw him, and she didn't mind his dirty smell.

"Don't worry, let's talk for a while." Yu Zhi pulled the grass in the cracks of the stone and tore it into pieces.

"Don't you think it's dirty?" Mu Mu couldn't help but ask.

"What's this? Young man, you are still young and don't understand." Yu Zhi looked like he had seen through the vicissitudes of the world. "Who is nobler than others when we are born as human beings? Food and drink are the two words in life. No matter how noble you are, is it possible that you can have

Two bellies? They were buried in the soil as if they were dead, taking up so much space."

Yu Zhi gestured with his hands, "A hundred years from now it will all be a pile of bones. Maybe I won't even be able to tell which pile is my own."

"No, everyone is born with high or low status, otherwise why would we be beggars?" Mu Mu disagreed.

"If you are a beggar now, will you always be a beggar for the rest of your life? Not necessarily, right?" Yu Zhi glanced at him, "It's just like me, my father and mother remarried, and I once had neither enough food nor clothing nor warmth, but look at my life now.

Are you having a good time?"

Mu Mu didn't believe it. This girl was so delicate and her face was as white as the dough buns. She didn't look like she had endured hardship at all.

"Don't believe me? Why am I coaxing you? Look at my hands, the calluses from work have not faded yet." Yu Zhi stretched out her hand to show him, "It's just the past two years that have made things easier for me. I used to live in the countryside.

Doing farm work, rain or shine, otherwise I would be so strong?"

Mu Mu thought that Miss Yu could knock a strong man away with one punch, and he began to believe her. Seeing that she didn't care about the mess on the ground, maybe what she said was true?

Mu Mu hesitated for a moment, "Then how do you live a good life?"

Yu Zhi was also willing to give him some advice, "You can learn a trade, such as working as a medicine boy in a medical clinic. Even if they don't accept you, there is always a kind-hearted doctor in such a big capital, right? He will teach you how to recognize some herbal medicines.

You can make a living by digging herbs outside the city! Once you get to know the people at the medical center, are you worried that you won't be able to learn more?

"Be thicker-skinned, have a sweeter mouth, and have a nicer smile. Why are you so embarrassed as a kid? You can't live anymore. You're so pretentious!"

"I'm eleven and no longer a child." Mu Mu interrupted.

"Eleven? I can't tell. I thought you were eight or nine years old." Yu Zhi was surprised, "Look, you are hungry and haven't even grown yet. So in the face of survival, face, dignity

Yeah, none of it is important------"

Yu Zhi gave him a lot of chicken soup, then touched his stomach and said, "I'm hungry!" She even said she was hungry.

wood------

Finally, Yu Zhi gave out the money and Mu ran errands. The two of them sat side by side on the ground and ate the big cake, which was filled with meat. Their mouths were full of oil as they ate. Behind them was the red sunset.

Finally, Yu Zhi also taught Mu Mu a set of boxing techniques, and Mu Mu learned it very seriously.

When she left, Mumu shouted: "Thank you, master."

Yu Zhi waved his hand, "You can teach me casually, no need to call me master."

Mu Mu then changed his words, "Thank you, Miss Yu."

"Let's go." Yu Zhi didn't look back, she just stretched out two fingers and shook them in the air. Behind her was the brilliant clouds.

Mu Mu looked at her back and silently called him master. Even if she didn't admit it, she was still his master.

Yu Zhi was simply too idle. She had been in Daqing Dynasty for five months and had no relatives or friends.

Well, she has a strong mind and doesn't need relatives or friends. But she has so many things to say, and she can't say them to Jiang's mother, she can't say them to Ying Tao, and she can't say them to her sponsor, so she has to find someone to listen to her.

Wu'anhou Mansion.

"Father, are you looking for your son?" Wen Jiuxiao saluted expressionlessly.

Wu Anhou had a knife in his hand. He was sparring with his second son.

Although he has reached middle age, Wu Anhou has maintained a good figure and has not gained weight. He was famously handsome when he was young, and now, after years of precipitation, he is still a charming and handsome man.

"Are you still busy with yamen errands?"

"Not bad."

"Be humble in front of the vanguard, be harmonious with your colleagues, but be cautious."

"Thank you father for your teaching."

Marquis Wu'an------

The third son won the first prize at a young age and climbed to the position of Shaoqing of Dali Temple, which earned him a lot of face.

Originally, he wanted to be a loving father for a little longer, but with his third son's temper, he really couldn't care anymore.

"Father, I remember that you have a painting of a lady painted by Sheng Jiang Xun in the previous dynasty. Your second brother may find it useful. Find it and give it to him."

Wen Jiuxiao thought to himself: How could his father remember what he had? It was clearly his second brother who remembered it. He glanced at the second brother who was practicing his sword not far away, and a sarcasm flashed through his eyes.

Seeing that he was silent, thinking that he was reluctant to part with it, Marquis Wu An said: "We are all one family, so it is useless for you to keep the painting. Your second brother has a serious use, so you should give it to him first."

Wen Jiuxiao said, "It's gone."

"It's gone? Why is it gone?" Marquis Wu An frowned, thinking that he was unwilling to give it. He was very unhappy, and it showed on his face.

"Give it to someone else." Wen Jiuxiao said calmly.

Marquis Wu An couldn't help but raise his voice, "Give it to someone else? To whom? How could you just give such a good painting to someone else casually? Your second brother has put it to great use, you------"

"Give it to brother."

"What? Give it to ------" Marquis Wu An was like a duck being strangled by the neck, his voice suddenly stopped, and after a while he said uncomfortably: "I'll give it to your elder brother, you could have said it earlier."

Oh, this is to express anger.

Wen Jiuxiao's expression remained unchanged, "It's not too late."

Marquis Wu'an------

This bastard kid can choke someone to death with his words.

"My hand is born, let me practice with my father." Wu Anhou said with a sullen face, thinking about teaching this ignorant son a lesson.

The idea was good, but reality taught him how to behave. He, a military commander who was trained by Habayashi Wei every day, was not as good as Lao San, a civil servant. He couldn't help but his face was burning, "I won't practice anymore, I won't practice anymore."

Wen Jiuxiao did not leave, but went straight to Wen Chengyao with the knife, "Second brother, let's spar."

It is said to be a discussion, but it cannot be refused.

Wen Chengyao, who was pushed out of the market, had no choice but to bite the bullet, and the result was that he was tortured miserably by Wen Jiuxiao.

Wen Jiuxiao inserted the knife back into the weapon rack and walked away without caring about her old father's livid expression.

He is used to using a sword, and it is not very easy to use the sword, but it still does not prevent him from taking care of his second child.

It's better to clean him up, so that he won't know the difference between heaven and earth, shout all day long that only he can inherit the mantle of the old man, and embarrass the house.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

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