Chapter 223

Rong Zhou never knew that he was a fan of saving prostitutes. Facing the four big burdens thrown by his own clone, what could Rong Zhou do? Drive them out? She was originally a woman at the bottom of the world with nowhere to go.

Saving people is one thing, but he doesn't want to face this situation. A woman with curly hair and a loose cotton robe, who is slender and shy, comes in at the gate of the small garden, carrying a plate of fruit in a charming manner. Fortunately, Wen Zhezhi appears in time to block the woman's path, otherwise she would not be able to stay in her own home.

This is not the first time. These days, he always meets these women with ulterior motives in various places. Rong Zhou has a blank expression on his face. Rong Zhou frowns. Of course, he understands what these women are thinking.

They have nothing and can only exchange the only thing they have for a place to stand. This is how they lived before, and now this is the only way they can think of. The world does not give them any choice, and they have no choice.

"Donor, you seem to have a connection with Buddhism." The old monk twisted the Buddhist beads with a smile, which meant that he was not interested in women.

Rong Zhou shook the ears on his head. This was the monster character that Lu Daju had created before: "I'm not interested in hairless humans." Rong Zhou has established himself firmly in the role of this monster.

The old monk's expression did not change at all, he was still smiling. In the old monk's eyes, the monster in front of him looked more like a human. There were many real monsters along the way, especially in the north where villages were slaughtered, houses were burned and destroyed, and corpses were exposed in the wilderness with no one picking them up. The culprits of these were monsters in human skin.

The monster in front of me, with furry ears on his head, lying lazily for a long time without moving, and even unwilling to pay attention to people, is more like a compassionate fairy, who has tidied up the chaotic graves that were once eaten by wild dogs, and created graves one by one. He doesn't even eat people, he saves people.

Even though they were annoyed with this wild monk, they didn't say they would use force to drive him away. At most, they would frown impatiently, and even serve him delicious food and drink. They even tacitly agreed to his request to give food to his disciples outside the door.

If Rong Zhou could hear this, he would definitely open his mouth to refute. He had no idea why the monk didn't leave. This monk was also very powerful. He had to discuss scriptures with him here for a whole day and a night. His dark circles under his eyes, pale lips, and rumbling stomach made him look like he was going to discuss scriptures with him until death.

What could Rong Zhou do? He thought the monk would be unable to bear it and leave on his own, but the monk didn't even move. Even though his ears were being tormented by the noise, could he really just watch the monk starve to death here?

After a few cups of tea and a bowl of rice, he became a lively monk again.

Rong Zhou has also witnessed the shamelessness of this monk these days. This monk not only eats by himself, he also packs up the food to take away. There are a row of little monks sitting along the outer wall of the courtyard, and this monk doesn't seem to leave.

Rong Zhou is not bored at all now. There are monks chattering in his ears, trying to persuade him to become a monk. Wherever his eyes accidentally glance, a beautiful woman may appear and wink at him.

Haha, when Lu Daju comes back, I will beat your butt to pieces. It’s all his fault, and he even ran away without a trace.

Lu Daju felt relieved after getting rid of the burden.

I can’t bear to see the suffering, I can’t help others in trouble, I just want to go with the wind with clean sleeves, so I have to close my eyes and shut the door.

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Because he had tricked the main body, Mr. Lu was in a very happy mood and strolled on the rooftops in the city.

The biggest advantage of becoming a cat is that he can walk on the roof without attracting anyone's attention. He doesn't want to walk on the road. Not to mention all the potholes and stinky puddles, he may also step on biological excrement if he is not careful.

Except for the wealthy areas and main roads, no one cares about the garbage in the alleys. The smell of urine is overwhelming at the corners. This is the norm in this era. Without government investment in environmental protection, who would care about these garbage?

As Lu Daju jumped over the dilapidated tile house, he noticed a child squatting in front of a small black door at the bottom of the alley.

The child also saw the black cat on the roof and said, "Wow, Mimi," and greeted it happily.

Lu Daju turned his head away and ignored it, jumping away along the roof.

The skinny child felt a little lost, but still stood up and waved to the disappearing figure.

I strolled around this small Jiangcheng for more than half a month. I was not interested in the lives of the rich people, but was very concerned about what was happening in the crowded alley houses. This child had no father. I heard from gossip that he used to be a bag carrier at the dock and was exhausted. The child's mother was a secret prostitute.

His mother is not that old, but in this day and age young people look very old. The business of prostitution is not easy because they can't make a living. There are many women in this line of work, and even men are forced to do it while they are still alive.

So the child's mother's business was not good, and she could only take care of the mother and daughter's food and clothing, and they could only eat one meal a day.

One day, probably like today, near dusk, Lu Daju caught a fish from the river, either to eat or to play with. Just like today, he passed by this roof and casually threw the fish in front of the child.

From then on, whenever he passed by here, he would often see the child sitting at the door. It might be that the child was driven out because of business in the house, or it might be that the child was sitting here specifically waiting for him.

Lu Daju had only thrown fish two or three times. There were too many poor people in this world. People died of starvation or disease every day. It was too pitiful to count.

I looked up at the sunset that dyed half the sky red. Forget it, it’s still early, I’ll go catch some fish.

With his tail held high and walking in a cat-like manner, he came to the place where he usually catches fish. Jiangcheng is on a branch of the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, which flows from north to south. In addition to a large dock, there is also a long shallow beach. Usually there are not many people here.

When I walked here today, I found something different. Many laborers on the dock were on this shallow beach, gathered in groups of three or five, pointing at the river.

Lu Daju was feeling strange when he smelled a foul smell of corruption in his nose. He was already very familiar with this smell, the smell of death.

It is not surprising to see dead bodies floating down the river. What is strange is why these laborers on the dock who are used to seeing dead bodies gathered here.

Lu Daju approached the crowd with ease through the cracks in the rocks and weeds. The stench became stronger and stronger. When he got close enough, he saw the reason why so many people had gathered.

Many bodies were salvaged from the water and lined up in a row. Lu Daju counted about 30 of them.

"Oh my god, why are there so many bodies floating down today? They must have been dead for three or four days."

"Yes, it's just a child. Tsk tsk tsk, so pitiful."

"This is a gunshot wound, the head is rotten."

There was a bunch of people chattering around here.

The man who was fishing the body out of the river suddenly shouted, "There's still someone alive."