Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 5 Oh! A prosperous era?

At this moment, the unique cold light of metal made the beggar who was walking towards him stop unconsciously.

Zhang Yuanzhu ignored those figures, slung the dagger around his waist, and simply tied it with a cloth strip to prevent it from slipping.

Then, he picked up the cotton coat he had taken from Ma's brother's body and walked out of the temple.

tower! tower! tower!
He walked neither fast nor slow, passing many beggars. When passing through the street, he bent down and picked up the bowl hidden in the snow.

At the same time, he used the snowflakes to wash the blood off his face.

Following the direction of food I remembered, I strode forward.

He wanted to have dinner tonight, and the characteristics of the Welcoming Troops Order did not include fasting.

About half an hour later, Zhang Yuanzhu arrived at the main street of Jiangshui City.

He walked at the edge of the street, listening to the various hawking sounds, looking at the luxurious carriages passing by, and the laughter and playfulness of scholars and ladies.

It feels like being in a prosperous era.

His eyes were downcast, and he was wearing a dirty, worn, and ill-fitting cotton coat.

The palm stretched out, it was a rough little hand full of new and old scars.

"Ah!"

Zhang Yuanzhu curled up the corners of his mouth and chuckled.

He walked quickly towards the bun shop standing by the street.

Before I got close, I heard a rough voice.

"Where did this beggar come from? I don't give alms in this shop."

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his body slightly, revealing the rusty blade, while pressing one hand on the hilt.

He walked forward slowly and stopped in front of a burly boss.

With his free hand, he took out a complete white porcelain bowl from his arms and handed it over.

"Boss, can I exchange this bowl for some buns?"

The boss was wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket, his brows furrowed. He casually glanced at the beggar in front of him and the white porcelain bowl in his hand.

The sight finally stopped at the child's hand holding the knife.

After a few breaths, the boss slowly spoke:
"The bowl is a good one, and I won't bully you. Five pig offal buns."

"it is good!"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, placed the white porcelain bowl on the table beside him, and slowly stepped back.

The burly boss followed suit and took out five buns from the steamer, wrapped them in clean dry leaves, and placed them on the table.

Then he picked up the white porcelain bowl and knocked it.

While he was knocking on the white porcelain bowl, Zhang Yuanzhu reached out, grabbed the wrapped food, and prepared to leave the stall.

"Beggar, would you like to sell the cotton-padded clothes you are carrying?"

"I'll give you five more buns."

The rough voice made him stop in his tracks.

A ripple appeared in the depths of the child's eyes as he looked at the stall owner who put down the bowl.

A worn, dirty cotton coat is not worth this price.

"Thank you!"

Put the khaki cotton coat on the ground aside.

The boss smiled, glanced at the cotton-padded jacket, took out five more buns from the steamer, wrapped them up, and handed them over.

Zhang Yuanzhu took the packaged food and walked towards the street.

Putting a piece of food in his arms and feeling the warmth from his chest, the child's face unconsciously showed a smile.

He walked to the side of the road, opened the dry leaves, took out a pork offal bun, and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

The unique roughness of wheat bran, coupled with the fishy smell of pig offal, now seemed to him to be a rare delicacy.

While walking forward, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar city, I ate buns to relieve the hunger in my stomach.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the sunset had already completely set.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from a distance.

"We have run out of rice porridge and steamed buns today. You can come back tomorrow."

The words are gentle, like a breeze that can blow away the restlessness and confusion in your heart.

Before Zhang Yuanzhu could think, three figures walked out from the corner.

Two women in pale yellow fur robes walked side by side towards him. They were the sisters Ruan Qing and Ruan Yu, whom he had met that morning.

Behind them, there was a tall man with a fleshy face, holding a porridge bucket in both hands and carrying a big knife on his back.

The man was wearing brown leather armor and had sharp eyes. He looked at the child unscrupulously like a carnivorous beast.

Zhang Yuanzhu just glanced at the three people, then lowered his head and stood by the road, waiting for them to pass by.

As for going up and saying hello, don’t joke!
His attire and identity only add to the joke.

The two sides were getting closer and closer, and just when the Ruan sisters were about to pass him, the petite girl looked at the beggar curiously with her beautiful eyes.

"what!"

"Little beggar, is that you?"

A trace of helplessness flashed across Zhang Yuanzhu's face, and he put the bun closer to his arms.

"Ms. Ruan Yu, it's me."

The head was raised, revealing a pair of strange and mysterious double pupils.

"It's really you. You seem to be recovering well."

The girl laughed, not caring about the beggar's filth, and walked up to him and patted his shoulder.

Then, he looked at the three buns in his arms.

"And buns,"

"Xiaoyu!"

A low shout stopped the girl's words from coming out of her mouth.

Ruan Qing glared at his sister before turning his gaze to Zhang Yuanzhu.

"It's getting dark, I need some shelter from the wind and cold."

Before Zhang Yuanzhu could open his mouth, he felt a huge sense of crisis in his heart, as if a sharp knife was pressed against his throat.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a big man in leather armor with a cold look in his eyes, who seemed to be warning him about something.

Zhang Yuanzhu was silent for a moment and responded:

"Thank you for your concern. I have found a place to shelter from the wind and rain."

"Then go back early. The sun has already set and it's not safe for you at night."

"Yes."

After a few words, the four of them had already separated and went in different directions.

In the cold wind, the Ruan sisters and their guards walked slowly towards the house, one in front and one behind.

"Miss, that beggar, when did you first meet him?"

Before Ruan Qing could reply, Ruan Yu spoke first:
"Guard Bear, I met him this morning. He was almost frozen to death, so my sister fed him a bowl of rice porridge."

"Morning?"

"Miss, Miss, saving his life is already a great favor. How can a lowly person like him be worthy of talking to you?"

"Big Bear, when does the Ruan family need you?"

"We know, but it was just a chance encounter, there is no connection."

Ruan Qing had a calm expression as she walked forward with graceful lotus steps, her light yellow fur robe fluttering in the wind.

Ruan Yu glanced at the burly man angrily, her pretty face filled with dissatisfaction, and she quickened her pace to catch up with her sister.

Guard Xiong, who was standing at the back, looked at the Ruan sisters in front with dark and sarcastic eyes.

"Snowing!"

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand and felt the coldness of the falling snow.

I looked up at the sky and saw the heavy snow.

He put away the remaining buns in his hand and walked quickly towards the temple.

As for what just happened, I didn't think much about it. I was not as strong as others, and thinking too much would only cause me trouble.

With his speed, he returned to the temple in about half an hour.

The temple was dim. Zhang Yuanzhu held the hilt of the knife with one hand and stepped into it step by step, ignoring all the gazes in the darkness.

Sitting upright in the corner.

Now that the survival crisis has been temporarily resolved, he can finally seriously plan his future path.

(End of this chapter)