The villagers had been busy all night, and when they saw the village chief leave, they all went home in groups of three or four.
As he walked, he sighed, thinking that the three members of the Tian family died such a pitiful death.
Tian Laoer was still a scholar. He had just returned from the academy when he encountered such an incident and his body was burned to death.
It’s a pity after studying for so many years.
And the fool picked up by the eldest son of the Tian family was very pretty, like a fairy, but he was also burned to death like this. It's such a pity.
After everyone had left, the neighbor carried the basin and bucket and quietly returned home.
What he didn't say was that he heard Aunt Liu cursing while she was cooking, the fool she picked up, and everything she said to the eldest and second sons of the Tian family.
Knowing that the fool had run away, the eldest and second sons of the Tian family went up the mountain to look for her.
When the eldest and second sons of the Tian family came back last night, that fool was not there.
When Ye Hong returned home, she saw that the donkey tied in the yard was gone.
"Who the hell stole my donkey?!!!"
Those who heard Ye Hong's voice only cursed in a low voice, saying that she deserved it. It must be because she was too talkative and gave people random advice, which led to people taking advantage of the chaos to steal the donkey.
No one cared about this trivial matter. They were busy all night and went back to wash up and go to bed. The Tian family suffered a tragic death.
Qi Pan arrived at the town safely at dawn. Fortunately, she knew all the donkeys she had brought along, so she just sat on the donkey's back and dragged the suitcase.
There was no need to ask for directions; the donkey walked all the way by itself.
It was about one o'clock in the morning, and the town was already bustling with activity.
Qipan curiously sat on the donkey and let the donkey walk around slowly.
Along the way, there were clinics, clothing shops, grain shops, jewelry shops, and many other shops.
There were also stalls selling flowers, cloth, buns, wontons, pancakes, as well as meat and vegetables. It was a lively place with many people gathered around.
Qi Pan looked at all of this and felt it was all very novel, with a feeling of both familiarity and strangeness.
She touched her stomach and felt a little hungry, but she had no money in the things she brought from Tian's house, and she couldn't buy anything without money.
But it doesn’t matter, she has food on her back, she can eat it for now, and then buy those steaming buns and pancakes when she has money!
In the subconscious mind of prayer, people want to eat hot food, and they have to create conditions when there are no conditions.
From the information pieced together from many passers-by, Qi Pan learned that there was a dilapidated mountain temple west of the town, where beggars and homeless people in the town and surrounding areas would go to stay.
Qi Pan felt that he met this standard very well, so he asked an old lady for directions and rode his donkey to the mountain temple in the west.
Qi Pan disguised the box she was dragging with her by wrapping it with three layers of cloth, and then wrapped the outermost layer with a torn, rotten and dirty cloth to make a simple cart.
He tied the box with branches and vines, placed it on a cart, and then sat on the donkey's back to pull the cart.
Qi Pan's face and body were dirty, and she looked like a poor and pitiful woman.
Although it was incredible that Qi Pan could do this before he recovered his memory, as long as she was a woman, she was still a coveted piece of meat in this remote town.
After all, there was a donkey sitting under her. In this day and age, in this place, a donkey is also an important asset to a family!
A young woman and a donkey, these are definitely two pieces of fat meat!
As long as he took her away, he would have both the woman and the donkey. Countless people were secretly eyeing Qi Pan.
Qi Pan walked all the way to the mountain temple and saw that the outside of the temple was indeed dilapidated, with tattered things everywhere and half of the house collapsed.
After getting off the donkey, Qi Pan led the donkey into the temple. There were beggars in tattered clothes lying everywhere in the temple.
They were all men, most of them old. The youngest looked to be in his thirties, and the oldest was lying on his side with a hunched back on the weed-covered ground, his hair tangled with gray.
Seeing someone coming in, the beggars looked at him curiously.
When they found out that the person coming in was a woman, and a young woman at that, there was madness in these people's eyes!
In their eyes, women are places where they can vent their anger, beat others, and relieve themselves of the injustice of the world!
But it's still daytime, and there are many people here, divided into several factions. I haven't alerted the enemy yet, so I just watch silently.
Qi Pan did not flinch or fear at all in the face of their gazes and the malice they showed towards her; she even felt a faint sense of anticipation.
Waiting for them to do something before she could take action.
In her subconscious, it seems that it is wrong for her to take action first, and she must wait for others to take action first before she can defend herself.
Why?
etc?
Self-defense? ?
How did she come up with this word? It seemed that her memory had returned a little.
Qi Pan's leg has not fully recovered yet, and she can only walk with one leg for the time being. She uses a homemade crutch to support herself and walks inside.
When the beggars saw this scene, their eyes suddenly brightened.
It’s easier to target women with limited mobility!
Finding an empty seat in the corner, Qi Pan pulled the cart to his side and tied the donkey to the suitcase.
Then he took off the package on his back and took out two big white steamed buns from it. The buns had become a little hard.
In the corner on the other side were lying a few beggars, with a pile of unburned charcoal next to them.
It was obviously cooked over a fire last night. There was a pot on top of it, and the water in the pot was steaming.
Qi Pan thought for a while, picked up a steamed bun, and slowly moved over with his cane, "I'll trade you some fire and hot water."
All the beggars in the temple were watching this scene.
The beggars lying opposite looked at the steamed buns handed over by the woman. They were white and obviously made of white flour.
These days, not many people can afford steamed buns made of white flour, at least not in this town.
A beggar who was obviously the leader of the group sat up and looked Qi Pan up and down.
This woman seemed to be a fool. She actually dared to borrow fire and water from them while holding steamed buns.
"Okay, you can use the fire and hot water as you like. I have a bowl here too."
The beggar was just about to reach out to take the steamed bun from Qi Pan's hand and touch his little hand.
Qi Pan threw the steamed bun directly into the beggar's arms, picked up a few pieces of charcoal with the branches he had picked up, and said, "Thank you."
He put the charcoal back into his corner, circled a space and lit a fire, then took out a porcelain bowl from his package and filled it with hot water from the beggar's pot.
The beggar leader looked at this scene, pulled the corner of his mouth and bit his back teeth.
This bitch!
How dare you despise them?!
Wait till night time and see if they don’t teach her a lesson and make her into a mess!
Several beggar boys nearby were also staring at Qi Pan with eager eyes, and the other beggars scattered around in the temple were also staring at Qi Pan.
Although the older ones may not be able to grab the good stuff, they can still have a share of the fun.
At worst, they can wait until the ones in front are done before they take over. As long as there is a woman, they don’t care how many hands she has.
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