From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 52 Sister Hua (Seeking follow-up reading)

The spring sun is shining.

Although I was cheated out of a jar of tea by the unscrupulous old Taoist priest, I also heard some auspicious words and was in a good mood.

Meng Yuan walked all the way out of the north city gate.

The layout of Songhe Prefecture is that the south is rich and the north is poor. This place is not far from the dock in the east of the city, so many laborers and odd jobs live in this area, which can be said to be a mixed crowd.

Moreover, there are large tracts of farmland to the north of Songhe Prefecture, so there is a vegetable market outside the city, which serves as a place for internal and external transportation.

With the arrival of spring, all things come back to life. There are no refugees outside the city anymore. No one knows where they have been scattered to. Instead, the city seems full of vitality.

Near noon, there were still many people carrying loads on their shoulders walking back and forth, some selling straw sandals, some selling mung beans, and some selling pork.

Meng Yuan did not go directly to Jixiang Lane, but walked around first to familiarize himself with the terrain before heading to Jixiang Lane.

Jixiang Lane is a little remote, but there are still many people coming in and out.

Before Meng Yuan stepped into the alley, he saw a woman in her forties or fifties leaning against the wall at the entrance of the alley, smiling at him.

The white powder on the woman's face couldn't cover up the pits, her clothes were loose, and she had a flower stuck in her ear.

"Young man, come here, let me talk to you." The woman was very familiar, with a smile on her face and a warm look.

"Me?" Meng Yuan didn't understand and could only point to himself.

"Who else could it be?" The woman waved her hands.

Meng Yuan held the knife and walked forward.

The woman was not afraid of Meng Yuan's knife. She grabbed Meng Yuan's arm and asked, "Do you want to sleep?"

The spring breeze brought an unpleasant fragrance, and Meng Yuan was so scared that he took two steps back to avoid it.

Seeing that the other party was still trying to fight back, Meng Yuan held the knife in front of his chest but did not unsheathe it.

Meng Yuan already knew the identity of this woman, and had no intention of getting involved with her, so he asked, "Which room in the alley is Sister Hua in?"

"How can she know as much as I do? When I debuted, she was still playing with urine mud!" The woman saw that the man who came was already a man, she was not afraid of the knife, and after mumbling a few words, she said: "The seventh room on the left is the den of that bitch!"

"Thank you." Meng Yuan put away the knife and stepped into Jixiang Lane.

The sun was shining brightly at noon, but the narrow alleys were still dim and there was dirty water on the road. From time to time, there were sounds of shouting and bargaining.

Glancing forward, he saw a young man standing at the door of the seventh house on the left side of Jixiang Lane.

Meng Yuan has reached the eighth rank, and his eyes are bright enough to see far. Even though the alley is dim, he can still see that the young man is holding a dagger in his arms, has a tattoo on his neck, and has a look in his eyes that says he is the best in the world.

The government is too lazy to take care of places that harbor filth and corruption, so there must be small gangs and factions to take care of them. Even these small gangs and factions have government officials behind them.

This guy must be from a small gang, and he probably eats the food in Jixiang Lane.

These bad boys in small gangs don't really have any abilities. At most they know one or two tricks, but they rely mostly on courage and ruthlessness.

You know, a warrior needs to practice hard day and night and train his body for a long time to reach the highest level, so those who can reach the highest level usually have perseverance and determination.

People who have perseverance and determination probably won't try to make a living by doing this.

Of course, there may be people who have entered the realm of the highest rank among the higher-ups of these small gangs, but not many.

Just as Nie Yannian had mentioned before about the class theory, people of the ninth rank might be able to eat and drink in this quagmire, but once the ninth rank is perfected, or even the eighth rank, this loach pond will seem small.

Moreover, the lower-level people in such small gangs generally have little vision and tend to be lazy and unwilling to work. They are not good at working diligently, but are good at bullying the weak.

At this moment, the evil boy also noticed the knife on Meng Yuan's waist, and he immediately took a defensive posture. "What are you doing?" The evil boy frowned and asked when he saw Meng Yuan approaching.

"I'm looking for Sister Hua." Meng Yuan had no intention of getting entangled with anyone.

The young man looked at Meng Yuan, pushed open the small door, and poked his head in, "Boss, there's a rich guy here whoring!"

Soon, a middle-aged man came out of the room. He was dressed elegantly, not like someone who had just been to a whore. He laughed as he walked out the door, glanced at Meng Yuan, and said, "Please come in."

After saying this, the middle-aged man took the evil boy away.

Meng Yuan pushed the door open and saw that the room was small and quite dim. There was a bed and a broken table in the corner.

It’s not even March yet, but it feels stuffy here, and there’s an air of decay.

There was a quilt covering the bed, and a woman's upper body was leaning against the wall. Her hair was disheveled and her face was pale. She must have been ill for a long time.

The strange thing is that there is a young boy next to him.

When the young man saw Meng Yuan carrying a knife and dressed neatly, he quickly leaned forward and begged, "Master, my sister is sick and I really can't take care of her. How about you change to another one? They are all the same in this alley."

Meng Yuan glanced at Sister Hua and saw that her lips were chapped and her eyes were dull, so he asked, "Sister Hua is your biological sister?"

"Yes." The boy replied.

"What disease does your sister have?" Meng Yuan asked.

"For someone in this line of work, what kind of disease could you have? It's a cardiovascular disease. I really can't take care of you." The young man replied.

"What are you talking about?" Sister Hua, who had been lifeless, suddenly became angry. She grabbed the pillowcase at the head of the bed and threw it at the boy, cursing, "I'm not sick! Don't ruin my reputation!"

The young man dodged repeatedly and dared not say a word.

"I'm not here for fun." Meng Yuan quickly reminded, looking at Sister Hua and asked, "Sister Hua, do you still remember me?"

Hearing this, Sister Hua leaned forward, and when Meng Yuan took two steps forward, she suddenly said, "Remember, remember, I've always remembered you, I can't forget you! I've received so many customers, but you're the most handsome and you're the best at your job! To be honest, since I entered the industry, I've had the happiest time with you!"

A smile appeared on her pale face, showing some genuine joy.

Meng Yuan just felt that all living beings were suffering.

It was obvious that Sister Hua didn't recognize me. She was just following the conversation and saying some ambiguous compliments. It seemed flawless, but it was actually full of loopholes.

There is nothing to blame. Meng Yuan also said some clichés about loyalty and righteousness all day long in the palace, but it did not affect the fact that he was really loyal.

She said some polite words just for the sake of a few taels of silver, and it did not affect the friendship between the two people.

"You remembered it wrongly." Meng Yuan did not expose the other party's trick. "There was a heavy snowfall before the New Year. There was a young man who was about the same age as your brother who fled from famine. You gave him a broken mat and a pancake."

Sister Hua was stunned when she heard this, and after a long while she opened her eyes wide, "I remember now! I remember now! There's a fool collecting corpses! I'll give him a cool mat!"

She crawled forward two steps on the bed, stared at Meng Yuan, and her pale face regained color. She smiled and said, "How could someone like you survive?"

"Just barely surviving." Meng Yuan smiled.

"Okay, okay! I remember saying at that time, if you are settled, come and have sex with me every month!" Sister Hua lifted the quilt, "Come on! Just because you still remember that I sent you something, I, Sister Hua, will not take your money today!"

"Sister!" The young man hurriedly stopped her, "You are already so sick, just take a rest!"

"It's okay. This young man is obviously a rookie. It will be done in no time. It won't be a big deal." Sister Hua obviously knows a lot of people and is very confident in her ability and vision.

Meng Yuan held his forehead, thinking that it was unnecessary to say more words, so he just gave the money and left.

(End of this chapter)