After hearing Xia Po's words, the child's eyes were full of confusion.
He looked at Xia Sichou with a hint of doubt, and saw Xia Sichou slowly nodded, indicating that he would do as Xia Po said.
After some hesitation, the child took the silver from Xia Po's hand and ran out of the door.
After the child left, Xia Sichou asked Xia Po.
"What are you doing?"
Xia Po held the teacup in his hand and said with an enigmatic expression.
"You'll know then."
Then half an hour passed, and the child came back again.
This time, his big eyes were full of tears, and he almost cried.
"Been robbed again?"
Xia Sixou frowned, and there was an uncontrollable killing intent in his eyes.
Xia Po just waved lightly, indicating that the other party should come to him.
The child also walked up to Xia Po with an aggrieved look on his face, and Xia Sixou also looked over, curious about what Xia Po was going to do.
Xia Po directly took out a piece of silver larger than the previous two pieces from his purse and handed it to the child.
"Keep buying."
"What do you want to do?"
Xia Sixou became anxious and pulled the little boy behind him.
"Do you know who those victims are? If you do this, it will only make them think that the Xia family is easy to bully. Even if you think they are pitiful, there is no need to do this, right?"
Seeing Xia Sichou like this, Xia Po smiled, and then said to the little boy behind him.
"With so much money, if I give it to you now, you just need to buy a box of Baiyun cake. How much do you think you will have left?"
After thinking for a moment, the little boy said aggrievedly.
"I guess there will be a lot left."
"Now, this money is in your hands." Xia Po said and forced the money into the child's hands.
"I don't care what you do with the money, but you must buy Baiyun cake, do you understand?"
When the Xia family was at its peak, the younger members of the family were always accompanied by guards when they went out.
It's gone now.
After all, they are no longer a first-class family, so having guards is a bit ostentatious.
The little boy nodded in understanding, then turned around and went out again.
After the boy's figure completely disappeared from Xia Po's eyes, Xia Po smiled.
"Okay, let's just follow each other this time in case something really happens."
The two of them are masters of martial arts no matter what, so tracking a child is no problem.
This child's name is Xia Wangong, and he is the third child in the generation with the character "wan" (wan).
The Xia family is a family of officials and has no habit of practicing martial arts. There are also several guardians in the family, most of whom are acquired masters. Only one person is innate.
They were Xia Sichou's subordinates when he was in the army. From head to toe, those people were said to be difficult to get along with.
This is why he came to find Xia Sichou instead of his elder brother when he was bullied.
After Xia Wangong walked out of the door, he began to pace back and forth. He was obviously a little afraid of the victims who were robbing him of his money and didn't know what to do.
At this time, he suddenly thought of something and quickly ran in one direction.
Not long after, he came to a dilapidated temple.
It's dark here, with broken walls and tiles everywhere, and the beams feel like they're about to break.
And there is such a dilapidated temple, which is actually covered with haystacks and has more than a dozen people living there.
Seeing the luxuriously dressed Xia Wangong arriving, the eyes of these dozen people all glowed green.
Xia Wangong was also frightened and his legs were weak, but he still mustered up the courage, patted his chest and said.
"Do you want to make money?"
Almost all of these ten people are children.
But they are not the children of disaster victims, but beggars who have been living in Kyoto.
He is considered an aboriginal homeless person in Kyoto.
Originally, Kyoto's economy was prosperous and there were not many beggars, so they could still live well by begging.
But since the Tianyuan Dynasty began to decline, many formerly wealthy families could no longer afford food, let alone charity.
Coupled with the influx of a large number of refugees into Kyoto, their living space has been further reduced.
After hearing Xia Wangong's words, all the little beggars looked at him with doubtful eyes.
In their eyes, those who dress well are rich people, and rich people will only look at them with disgust and drive them away.
But no rich person has ever asked them if they want to make money?
The reason why they are beggars is because they have no household registration and cannot find a job.
It may be better in other places, but the management in Kyoto is very strict.
After all, without household registration, you may be a spy sent by other dynasties. Harboring spies is a serious crime!
Then without household registration, you can't leave the city and go to other places, and so on, forming a vicious cycle.
So they beg not because they are lazy, but because they really have no choice.
After seeing that none of the children seemed to be resisting, Xia Wangong spoke again.
"As long as you can accompany me for a while, I'll give you fifty copper coins each!"
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up with golden light.
But some people don't believe it.
"Don't believe him. When rich people come to us to do things, they just don't want to spend money. When we finish the work, they will definitely not fulfill their promises to us."
This kid has obviously been cheated, and he was probably used as free labor by some unscrupulous boss.
As soon as he said this, all the children looked at Xia Wangong with distrustful expressions.
Xia Wangong was anxious. He took out his money bag, grabbed several handfuls of copper coins, and then quickly threw them at the children.
"I am the Xia family in Kyoto! The Xia family keeps their word! Are you going or not?"
When they saw the copper coins, these children's eyes widened, and they all tried their best to grab the coins.
After receiving the money, they all looked at Xia Waggong like a god.
"Go, go, let's go!"
"So good!"
Xia Wangong showed a little bit of domineering, and then recalled the stories Xia Sichou told him about leading troops to fight, imagining that he was a general.
He looked at the tallest one and said.
"I will make you the General Protector! You obey my orders, and everyone else obeys your orders. Do you understand?"
The tall man looked excited.
"clear!"
Then, the people of Kyoto saw a spectacular scene.
Xia Wangong walked in front, leading a group of children in ragged clothes, walking majestically on the street.
This scene made Xia Sixou blush.
"Why isn't this child ashamed? How can the Xia family lose face by walking with these people?"
Xia Po smiled.
"Oh? I don't think so. I think he has the potential to be a general. If you start teaching him the art of war and martial arts from tomorrow, he might become an unlimited general in the future."
Xia Po didn't mean what he said, but what he heard meant. Xia Sichou actually started to think seriously.
When he arrived at the door of a pastry shop, he told the children to hide and then went to buy pastries alone.
When he came out with the pastries, he was surrounded by another group of little beggars.
They used various strange accents to force Xia Sixou to hand over the money. It can be analyzed from the words that this group of people stationed people at various pastry shops in Kyoto.
Just to kill Xia Wangong, a stupid and rich big fish.
But they didn't realize at all that a group of children similar to them were slowly approaching behind them.
"Brothers, come on! Let these guys know how powerful we are!"
The number of local beggars in Kyoto is actually smaller than those from outside.
Therefore, beggars from other places would even overwhelm them, unless some old beggars had some connections in Kyoto.
I guess they can't even save a ruined temple where they sleep.
At this time, old and new grudges broke out together, and the beating was so ruthless that the group of out-of-town beggars were finally beaten away.
And Xia Sichou readily fulfilled his promise, fifty copper coins per person.
After seeing all this, Xia Sichou finally understood Xia Po's good intentions.
In the end, Xia Wangong handed the white cloud cake to Xia Po with a proud look on his face, and showed off how he made it, just like a victorious general.
And Xia Po was not stingy with his praise, and promoted Xia Wangong as the future commander-in-chief, commanding thousands of troops...
Three days later, Xia Wangong, who had been addicted to generals, became addicted.
He also wanted to hang out with his former "subordinates".
But when we arrived at the ruined temple, we found that it was already deserted.
I found an old man living nearby and asked. The old man let out a long sigh.
"They are all poor people. A few days ago, the beggars in the city had a dispute and started fighting, which made the government pay attention to this matter.
Finally, we started catching beggars, and I’m afraid all those beggars have already..."
The old man shook his head as he spoke.
"Oh, they are all miserable people!"
After saying that, he left, leaving only Xia Wangong staying where he was.
It wasn't until this moment that Xia Po's class was truly over.