Tang Huan transmigrates to a desolate land as a minor county magistrate, so poor that even the county office leaks wind. After enduring hardships, he finally resolves to change his fate. Through fi...
Before he could even take a few sips, other beggars nearby swarmed around him and snatched it away.
The little beggar still remembers that taste: spicy, stimulating, but very fragrant.
He sighed helplessly.
The two gleeful beggars walked away without even glancing at him.
Even among beggars, he was an insignificant figure.
Suddenly, a gentle laugh rang out from the side.
"Young man?"
The little beggar was a bit confused. He turned his head and saw a young man standing in front of him, smiling brightly.
He hadn't seen that smile on anyone for a long time. Everyone avoided him like the plague; no one would dare to get close.
Are you calling me?
The little beggar was somewhat incredulous.
He noticed that the other person was dressed in official robes, but the little beggar didn't recognize him.
But to him, even a lowly yamen runner was a high-ranking official, someone he could drive away and beat at will.
The little beggar forced a smile, putting on a fawning expression.
"Young man, what's your name?"
The other person sat down next to the little beggar, completely oblivious to the filth and dirt around them.
"I...I don't remember..."
The young man smiled and said, "Oh, I see. Then I'll call you Xiao Qi."
"Xiao Qi?"
"dislike?"
Xiao Qi quickly shook his head. Only then did he notice a barely recognizable character on the chest of his tattered and dirty clothes, which seemed to be the character "δΈƒ" (qi).
"Young man, has the South District always been like this?" The man handed over a wine jug, gesturing for Xiao Qi to try it.
Xiao Qi didn't answer. He didn't dare, even though he called him "little brother" repeatedly.