Chapter 405: People's sentiment

It snowed overnight, and the entire northern frontier was covered in white snow, a sea of ​​white.

Children who were looking forward to the New Year opened their doors, ignoring the snowflakes that were still flying, and called their friends and partners to visit each other, leaving rows of footprints of different sizes in the snow.

Mobei has coveted Dazhao for many years, and has fought with Dazhao almost every year, so the people at the border are used to it. Although they are a little scared, they still live their lives.

Children who were born and raised in war are also used to it. It's just that the border is poor, and in order to make a living on weekdays, they have to help their families with work to the best of their ability, and only during the New Year can they have a few days of fun.

So the children cherish these few days and play to their heart's content.

A group of children were playing war games on the wide street, holding wooden swords made by their fathers and brothers. They

were divided into two groups by drawing lots, one group played the role of Mobei people, and the other played the role of Dazhao generals. They fought against the enemy in a realistic manner, and their shouts echoed throughout the long street.

Perhaps the children's laughter was too loud, waking up the sleeping sky, and the snow gradually stopped.

The doors of the taverns and restaurants were opened to welcome customers. Peddlers selling various small toys and snacks walked through the streets shouting with their goods on their shoulders.

The roadside noodle stalls and bun shops were steaming and emitting bursts of fragrance, which aroused people's appetite.

There were more and more pedestrians on the street. Adults brought their children to buy snacks and toys, went to restaurants for meals, or bought a few buns at a bun shop and had a bowl of noodles at a noodle stall.

From a dilapidated house in a poor alley, a group of beggars of different sizes, in ragged clothes, came out and begged along the street with broken bowls.

However, today was the first day of the new year, and everyone wanted to pray for good luck and not get into trouble, especially businessmen. Therefore, no one liked this group of beggars, and they started to chase them away when they saw them from a distance.

The beggars were chased back and forth, and they walked two blocks without getting a penny or a bite of food. Cold and hungry, they wandered the streets with broken bowls in their hands, with their heads down and dejected.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of children playing in front of them. They looked up, their eyes showing envy and yearning.

They were obviously the same age and they were all children, why were they so different?

The children chasing and playing also saw the beggars, and one of them cleverly suggested: "We don't want to be Mobei people, why not let them be?"

"What if they don't want to?"

"They are beggars, they will be willing if you give them some food. I will go home to get it, and you can go too."

With that, the children dispersed.

The beggars in the distance looked confused. The little beggar asked the older beggar: "Why don't they play anymore?"

The older beggar pursed his lips and said: "They hate us, let's go."

They are different from children who have parents to rely on. They are not qualified to play and have to work hard to beg for food to survive.

Otherwise, the New Year Festival can also become their death anniversary.

With a sigh of despair, the beggars continued to move forward, hoping that they would have better luck and beg for something to fill their stomachs.

When they reached the place where the group of children had just played, the beggars recalled the scene just now and walked past with messy footprints.

"Stop!"

They had just walked a short distance when a child's crisp shout suddenly rang out from behind.

The beggars turned around in confusion and saw the children holding wooden swords and swords, walking towards them aggressively. They panicked instantly.

The beggars thought that the group of children were going to beat them, so they tightened their scalps and said, "Run."

"Hey, this is for you to eat."

Just as they were about to move, they suddenly saw the children handing out millet cakes and wheat biscuits.

Seeing the cakes, the beggars' eyes widened and they kept swallowing their saliva.

They hadn't eaten for a long time and were starving.

"Are you really going to give it to us?" the beggars asked uncertainly.

The children nodded and said, "Yes, but after you finish eating, you have to act like Mobei people and let us beat you."

Hearing this, the beggars looked at the wooden swords in the children's hands. They

were made of wood and couldn't hurt people. At most, they would hurt a few times, which was better than starving to death.

After thinking quickly, the beggars agreed and took the cakes and gobbled them up.

"I have this one. If you perform well later, I'll give it all to you." A child grabbed a handful of fragrant fried beans from his pocket and put them in a broken bowl of a little beggar.

The tinkling sound of the beans falling into the bowl was so nice.

The little beggar picked up one and put it into his mouth. After chewing it, his mouth was full of fragrance. It was so delicious.

"They are Mobei thieves, kill them!" the children shouted, excitedly chasing after them with wooden knives and swords.

The beggars turned and ran away, shouting for mercy as they ran.

The little beggar who got the fried beans had a torn pocket and could not hold the beans. When he ran, he could only cover the bowl with his hands to prevent the beans from spilling.

But because of this, he ran slowly, fell behind and was beaten several times.

But he didn't care. Anyway, they were often driven and beaten, and they were used to it.

The city is noisy and bustling with New Year fireworks.

Yu Cheng, Shen Changze and a group of generals went to the streets to inspect the people's sentiments.

The ice and snow were freezing cold. Yu Cheng walked through the long snowy streets in a fur coat, looking at the people who were having fun in their hardship and chasing the children who were playing. He felt a little relieved and raised the corners of his lips.

Turning the corner and entering the next street, not far away, a group of children came running towards them.

"Mobei thieves, where are you running to!" The children were having fun and didn't notice Yu Cheng and his group.

The beggars, who were running around in panic, didn't notice them either and almost bumped into Yu Cheng and his group.

"Be careful." Yu Cheng reminded them.

The beggars retracted their feet in time and didn't bump into anyone, but they were caught up by the children behind them and beaten up.

"What are you doing!" Yu Cheng

shouted when he saw the children bullying the beggars with wooden swords and wooden knives.

The children who were drunk and came back to their senses suddenly stopped, looked at Yu Cheng and his group, and ran away in fear.

"Ouch!" The little beggar was knocked to the ground, still trying his best to protect the beans in the bowl.

But this fall, his broken bowl was completely broken, and the fried beans spilled all over the ground, scattered one by one in the snow.

"My beans, my beans..." The little beggar cried anxiously, and hurriedly picked up the beans while crying.

The other beggars looked at Yu Cheng and others cautiously, hesitating whether to leave the little beggar behind and run away first.

Looking at the sad little beggar, Yu Cheng walked forward, squatted down and helped him pick up the beans.

"Don't cry, the beans are all there." Yu Cheng returned the picked beans to the little beggar.

"Wuwu... My bowl is broken." The little beggar held the beans in his hands and cried.

Yu Cheng frowned and comforted him slowly: "I can compensate you with a new one."

"Really?" The little beggar raised his eyes, looked at Yu Cheng, who was dressed in noble clothes, and then looked at the general guards with swords behind him, a little panicked.

Sensing his fear, Yu Cheng said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you."

The little beggar nodded half-heartedly, shivering from the cold, his hands holding the beans red and stiff from the cold.

Seeing this, Yu Cheng raised his hand to take off his cloak and give it to him.

"Your Highness, no." Shen Changze stopped him and quickly took off his cloak to wrap the little beggar.

Yu Cheng was in poor health, and if he took off his cloak, he would definitely catch a cold.

These military generals were strong and healthy, and they were not immune to the cold.