"Yes, the beggars from the streets ahead were all arrested. After comparison, they were found not to be assassins, so they were released. Others were beaten and their bodies were directly buried in a mass grave."
"Luckily, the assassin was a child. If it were us old guys, we would have been taken away too. I heard that the people inside don't care whether you live or die. No one would care even if you were beaten to death."
When Yan Bao heard them talking, he tactfully took out a handful of melon seeds and peanuts, letting them eat while chatting, and he got a lot of information out of them.
She is safe here for now. All the beggars here have been searched, and now those people are staring at the medicine house, waiting for the assassin to take the bait.
I heard that the assassin was injured. If you don’t want to die, you have to go get medicine.
If you go to the doctor as soon as you get medicine, won't you be exposed?
Yan Bao was glad that they brought medicine, otherwise Ah Huai would be in real danger.
After eating the melon seeds, Mr. Que asked, "You are a little beggar, where did you get the melon seeds?"
Yan Bao took out two cents and pointed to a snack stall not far away. Que Ye asked her to go buy some melon seeds.
Yan Bao happily went to buy two cents worth of melon seeds and shared them with them. They found that this little beggar was quite capable. They were old and didn't like to move, so having a little one to run errands for them was helpful.
In this way, Yan Bao won the favor of several old beggars with her flexible legs and joined the beggar team at the gate of the palace, specifically responsible for running errands. Everyone knew that she was mute but did not despise her.
The main reason is that they didn’t expect that there are people in this world who are worse off than them.
Mute, blind, and with buck teeth.
And he became a beggar at such a young age.
Yan Bao never thought that someone would sympathize with her even though she was a beggar.
Only after following them did Yan Bao realize that being a beggar was not easy. There were always some people who disliked beggars like them, spitting on them, insulting them, or even kicking over their broken bowls when they passed by.
There are also people passing by with food in their hands who will give some food.
One steamed bun is shared by five people.
When it was Yan Bao's turn, there was only a small bite left, not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.
That’s not all, it also passed through several dirty hands and was almost as dirty as the ashes rubbed off their bodies.
Yan Bao: “…”
This steamed bun is not a must to eat.
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