, I heard that the legless baby had been killed. The legless baby was the woman's baby. She was stolen by the Beggars' Sect since she was a child, cut off her legs, cut off her tongue, and forced to beg. That day, the legless baby met his mother. He knew his mother, but his mother didn't know him, because his mother would never have thought that his baby would become like this, and his legs were cut off, his tongue was cut off, and he became a beggar. So, the legless baby hugged his mother's legs, and his mother was so scared that she screamed and ran away quickly."

I was extremely frightened and sad when I heard it. After so many years of walking in the world, the cruelest thing is Caisheng Fen. Many years later, there was a Hollywood movie called "The Millionaire in the Slums", which contained Caisheng Fen.

After walking for a while, the rain became lighter and lighter, and finally turned into drizzle, but in such weather, we still cannot travel. There are few asphalt roads in the northwest roads, and the few better ones are charcoal roads, and the yellow mud roads are generally yellow. The heavy rain soaks the road surface and the camels carry heavy objects. Once they step on their long thin legs, they can't pull them out for a long time. Therefore, if we want to travel, we must wait until the road surface is dry.

When we walked to the threshing farm, we saw that the threshing farm was wet and there were still a few water accumulations. According to the living customs of northerners, wheat was in the warehouse and the threshing farm was idle. The farmers had to use rake teeth to pass the threshing farm, and then crush the porcelain with turfs and wait for the next year to use it. Now the threshing farm is full of water accumulation. I guess the farmer had just raked and had not had time to crush it, and the heavy rain came.

Looking at this weather, we probably have to travel and ride horses for three or four days. It was boring to stay in the yard, so we could just go out of the city.

The air after the rain was very fresh and emitted a faint fragrance. The mountains and leaves in the distance seemed bright and clear because they had just been washed by the rain. Several birds flew past the air, chasing each other, and scattering cheerful calls all over the ground. As we walked, we saw a man in a robe and glasses wandering on the side of the road. His hands were on the back, and his face looked like a pedantic scholar.

The little man asked, "Brother, what's fun in front of this road?"

The scholar said: "The title is wrong, this is wrong. You have never asked me about my age, and I have never asked you, Gui Geng, how can I know I am the eldest brother? You should call the guest official. This road leads to the riverside, and the koi plays on the water, and willow branches are like smoke. It is a good place in my eyes, but it may not be a good place in your eyes. How can you know it is a fun place? Your fun is not my fun; my fun is not your fun. Therefore, the guest official should ask: What is the scenery ahead?"

This scholar is so sour, so sour that his teeth are falling. If there is anything fun in front, you can just say it, but you have said a lot, and in summary, there is only one sentence: There is a river in front.

The little man and his little eyes looked at each other and were laughing at each other. They were all laughing at this poor scholar, and there were even such pedantic and long-winded people in the world.

The scholar was very sensitive. When he saw the expressions of the small man and his small eyes, he knew that he was canceling him. He still said seriously: "Those who respect others will always respect them; those who contempt others will also despise them. All things are born, and all things are different; people divide into ten thousand kinds, and all kinds are also different. However, if you have a heart to respect others and tolerate others, you will always respect them."

The little man and his little eyes heard that the scholar was still talking about the big truth, and simply laughed out loudly.

I said to the scholar, "When I went to a private school, the teacher told us how to write essays. He mentioned this example: Once upon a time, a scholar went out to do business. His wife asked him to send a message to ask him when he would come back. He was going to go home next month and wrote: The day I went home is not on the first day of the next month, but on the second day; it is not on the second day, but on the third day; it is not on the third day, but on the fourth day... He kept writing that it was not on the twenty-seventh day, but on the twenty-eighth day; it is not on the twenty-eighth day, but on the twenty-ninth day. Why didn't I write thirty? Because next month is the small month, and there is no lunar calendar thirty. In order to avoid being nagged, I will not write thirty."

The little guy and his little eyes laughed loudly, and they couldn't stand up.

The scholar did not laugh, and he said seriously: "He wrote this way too much. After he wrote 'Not twenty-eight, just twenty-nine', he should write it like this: Next month is the small month, so I will go home any day within the above twenty-nine days. Finally, I should add: I see the words as if I were to face and wait for my return."

Now, even I was amused.

We walked past the scholar and continued to move forward. The scholar still carried his hands behind his back, striding with a high look on his face, and regarded himself as the Li Bai who loved drinking or the fat Su Dongpo, or Tang Bohu who liked to have some romantic affairs with women. Such people would always live in the world they imagined, which was actually quite happy.

There was indeed a small river ahead. We walked along the river bank. The breeze blew on our face, the drizzle wet our clothes, and the birds whispered, making our mood extremely quiet. The three of us talked and laughed, but completely forgot to be in the dangerous world.

After walking far away, everyone felt hungry, but the road ahead was long and there was no village or town, and there was no place to eat, so we had to go back.

When we walked to the river, we suddenly saw a circle of people in front of us, making noise. When we approached, we saw several people surrounding the poor scholar, pushing and beating him. The scholar covered his glasses with his hands and making pitiful crying like a dog.

The three of us ran over, and I ran in the front and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Why are you hitting someone?"

A man with a mustache asked viciously: "Who are you?"

I pointed at the scholar and said, "I am his friend."

Xiaomouzi said, "You are here just right. I took the medicine to treat my mother. This is a magic pill that I bought from the provincial capital for 100 yuan. My mother will be reborn after drinking it. However, the official road is so wide that this thief-like scholar actually knocked me down, spilled the medicine on the ground and soaked it in the water. He has to pay me 100 yuan."

The scholar said pitifully: "I didn't hit him, he hit me." The scholar was anxious and forgot to say that, and instead said the same verbal words as us.

I looked to the ground and saw a layer of powder sprinkled on the ground. I didn’t know what it was. However, I knew clearly that the scholar met today were a few people in the world. To be precise, they were scum in the world, and they were a group of fishy people. Fishy people were a slander, which meant to be fake and deceive people. The powder on the ground was fake; it was also fake to treat his mother.

I want to say a few slander words to let them know that we are also people in the world, so that the scholars will be let go for our sake. However, I have not spoken yet. The little eyes that have been trying to fight so hard these days rushed over. He said, "I want money to ask for it."
Chapter completed!