Chapter 1052: Dependence on Each Other
"Hungry!"
"I know."
“Hungry!”
"Okay, okay, I know, I'm hungry too!"
A chubby little bald head popped out from a small alley. It was the young monk Mingxin. He was carrying Xiao Ping, who was not much shorter than himself, on his back. His round eyes looked around smartly.
Make sure there are no patrolling soldiers on this road, and no one is searching for them.
Finally I breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Xiao Xiaoping on my back has been making a fuss for a long time.
Although she was usually always smiling, and even the most dangerous situations would only make her more excited and happy, this time was a little different.
Because the incident happened suddenly, Mingxin had no money or food on him, and the two little kids were very hungry.
We have to find a way.
At this moment, he saw a street performer in front of him, who was performing stunts such as locking the throat with a golden spear and breaking stones with the chest for the people around him. The crowd burst into exclamations and applause from time to time.
Xiao Mingxin's eyes turned and he said, "I got it!"
"Hungry!"
Xiao Xinping behind him pouted in grievance.
"Okay, I get it. I'll make money for you to buy food right away."
Mingxin didn't go over immediately. Instead, he looked around, picked up a broken basket, put Xiaoxinping in it, covered it with a rag, and said to Xiaoxinping's big, blinking eyes, "Don't make a fuss. If you make a fuss and get discovered, we'll both be caught by the bad guys."
Xiao Xinping seemed to understand and nodded obediently at him.
Mingxin finally felt relieved and carried the big basket on his back.
He walked over and said to the street performer who was wiping his sweat during a break in his performance, "Hey Mr. Shi—hey, big brother, can I borrow your space to perform for a while? I'll give you half of the money I make, okay?"
The big man looked at the bald little guy in front of him, who was not even as tall as his waist. He was so chubby and cute, so he smiled and said, "Little bald guy, do you know Kung Fu?"
"I can."
"What can you do?"
"If I call you, will you give me money?"
The big man laughed heartily at him, and the people around him also laughed at the cute little bald boy's baby voice. Some of the curious said, "Come on, let this kid come up and practice a few tricks. If he performs well, we'll give him money."
The big man said, "Okay, go ahead."
Mingxin then took the basket off his back and put it aside. He walked to the center of the venue, clasped his fists towards the people around him, and said, "This humble monk—no, I'm new here, so I don't have much to offer you. I can only offer my strength to practice kung fu for you all. Brothers and sisters-in-law, uncles and aunts, if you have money, please show your support. If you don't, please show your support."
Everyone immediately shouted, "Come on!"
Mingxin stamped his feet and shouted, "Ha!"
He was performing a standard set of Weituo Fist. Although Mingxin was young, each of his moves were very skillful. His chubby little face was full of a serious expression, which made him even more adorable.
There was endless cheering.
After throwing a set of punches, he even seriously put on a finishing posture.
Then he said to the people around him: "Thank you, everyone."
Everyone was just there to watch the fun, but when they saw how serious the kid was, they couldn't bear to deceive him. Plus, he was so cute, so they all took out money and gave it to him.
In a short while, he made dozens of dollars.
Mingxin happily held the money and handed it to the big man who was performing the art: "Brother, I'll give you half."
The big man looked down and said, "Are you really going to give it to me?"
"Of course, that's what we agreed on."
"Are you willing to give it up?"
"Buddha—that is, the adults all say, don't tell lies."
The big man originally just watched him for fun, but he didn't expect that the kid was so organized. After thinking about it, he reached out and grabbed a handful.
Then, in Mingxin's reluctant eyes, he threw the money back.
"Huh?"
Mingxin looked at him in surprise, only to see the big man smile and say, "I took what you gave me. This is my alms."
“…”
Mingxin was stunned for a moment.
When he heard him talk about alms, it was obvious that he had seen through his identity.
Although he took off his monk's robe and gave it to Ran Xiaoyu, he was a little bald head and was performing a set of Weituo Fist. He thought he had concealed it well, but the adults had already seen through it.
The big man said to the slightly shaking basket beside him, "Hurry up and carry it on your back. If you're any later, the one inside will crawl out."
Mingxin immediately bowed to him and said, "Thank you, kind brother."
After saying that, he hurried over, picked up the basket, and ran away in the curious and surprised eyes of the crowd.
The street performer stood there, sighed softly, and murmured, "This world is so chaotic, even monks can't find peace and quiet."
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Xiao Mingxin didn't dare to take the main road, so he could only run carefully along some small paths and alleys. He bought a steamed bun with the money in his hand, hid in a corner, broke it open and fed it to Xiao Xinping bit by bit.
Although Xinping was only a little over one year old, he was so hungry that he managed to eat half of it.
After she was full, Mingxin also ate half of it.
He carefully hid the remaining half in his arms and said to Xinping, "Let's continue eating it at the next meal, ha."
“Ouch.”
"Next, we have to find your mother. But where is your mother?"
“Woo…”
"Sister Xiaoyu didn't explain it clearly. You are a princess, so your mother must be very powerful - a queen or a concubine, right?"
“…”
"Where can I find her?"
"Ah—A-choo!"
Xiao Xinping sneezed, and his face was covered with saliva and snot.
Mingxin then realized that neither of them was wearing enough clothes. It was getting dark and it might snow at night. It would be fine if they just ate in the wind, but if they slept outdoors, both of them would freeze to death.
Fortunately, I just made some money, so I don’t have to sleep on the streets.
He poked his head out of the alley again and looked around. He happened to see a simple-looking inn in front of him, so he said, "Let's go there."
“Ahhh!”
Xiao Xinping seemed very happy and kept jumping in the basket.
Ming Xin hurriedly said, "Don't make a fuss. If we are discovered, we will be caught by the bad guys."
When Xiaoxinping heard this, he immediately calmed down.
Mingxin covered the basket with a rag, picked up the basket, and ran into the inn.
As soon as I entered the inn, I felt that the atmosphere inside was a bit strange.
Other inns are always bustling with people, but this one seems very quiet. It seems that no one lives here, but on the second floor, every room has its door closed, and there seems to be someone watching at the stairs.
Why is it so weird?
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