The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 1 A Cane and a Bowl
The morning light is misty, the morning glow is light dewy, it is March on earth.

Gushan County, which had just woken up, was wrapped in a layer of light red mist, and the mist was mixed with a faint salty smell brought by the sea breeze.

Gushan County is not big, it is divided into two cities, the west is poor and the east is rich, separated by a market town in the middle.

There is only poverty and even poorer in the west of the city. The poorest slums were left empty due to the epidemic last year, and have become a temporary shelter for people in distress like Fang Xiu.

It was just daybreak, and knocking sounds could be heard on the mottled cobblestone pavement in the alley.

Fang Xiu limped along, leaning on a broken wooden stick, frowning and gritting his teeth, like a migrant worker who was reluctant to go out early in the morning.

It has been more than a month since he traveled through time. Fang Xiu, who felt that he was quite familiar with Gushan City, endured the pain in his left leg and walked towards the east of the city, which was a good place to achieve results.

The east side of the city is full of wealthy families. The owners are still soundly asleep, but the side doors of the backyards are busy every morning. The narrow back alleys are full of manure carts collecting feces and urine, shoulder poles delivering vegetables, and servants yawning as they move things and carry things in and out.

From Fang Xiu's adult perspective, he could definitely beg for food in such a place, even though it was all leftover food. The host's leftovers had been exploited by the servants layer by layer, and what was left at the end definitely didn't contain a single piece of meat. It was just a mixture of vegetable leaves and leftover rice, but at least there was still some oil.

As long as you are a little pitiful, sweet-mouthed and smart, you can always get some food by meeting a fat cook or a soft-hearted girl.

This is called precise targeting of the target audience.

Begging also takes effort. Fang Xiu made full preparations. The original owner's clothes made of high-quality fabrics had to be taken off and replaced with Mo Laodao's rags. Combined with the fact that he looked like a child who had just turned ten years old and his left leg could barely walk, he looked pitiful enough.

But there are so many poor people, so they must have enough core values. Their tattered clothes must be as odorless as possible, and their faces must be washed white to match the original owner's cute pink face. Only in this way will the fat cook be interested in pinching Fang Xiu, and happily rub him a few times in Fang Xiu's ignorant eyes.

This trick is to give users enough emotional value and improve user experience.

In his previous life, Fang Xiu had used all of his more than 40 years of life and work experience on begging.

Don’t ever think that time travelers are omnipotent and can kill everyone. A ten-year-old child with a broken leg must first be able to survive and beg for food without being humiliated.

The county town was not big, but it took Xiu half an hour to walk from east to west. Just as he approached the target group, Fang Xiu frowned, his nostrils shrank slightly, and he covered his nose with his hands. A strong stench came from an alley at least a hundred meters away.

It can be imagined that the car carrying the dung bucket must have overturned, and the dung water was flowing all over the ground.

Fang Xiu decisively changed direction and walked into another alley, staying away from them. If they stepped on something or got stained with a bad smell, no matter how soft-hearted those girls were or how cute Fang Xiu looked, they would cover their faces and walk away.

After stumbling a few steps, he heard a fierce quarrel in the distance. Two women were cursing at each other, using all kinds of foul language. Soon they would be pulling each other's hair and clothes. Fang Xiu was very familiar with one of the voices. It was the fat cook who gave him half a pancake yesterday and then put her big fat hand into his collar and touched him hard several times.

Fang Xiu shook his head. It seemed that today had not started well. He turned into another fork in the road and avoided this family. He would not gain anything from the fat cook today. A woman who had just made a scene would not be in the mood to take advantage of him. She might even vent her anger on Fang Xiu.

Being able to sense every move within a hundred meters is one of the changes that Fang Xiu has undergone after traveling through time. His five senses have become extremely sharp. He can easily see the patterns on a fly's wings and even hear the sounds of a groundhog's burrow underground.

There was also an unidentified object hidden within his consciousness, silent and unresponsive. Fang Xiu suspected it was his golden finger, but no matter how he summoned it, it remained unresponsive. Using his five senses, Fang Xiu quickly mapped out his remaining business routes. The only destination he could guarantee a return on was the Zhao family to the north.

When they arrived at the backyard of the Zhao family, a round-faced young lady was already waiting there, holding a bowl with two leftover pancakes with teeth marks and mushy vegetable leaves in it. When the round-faced young lady saw Fang Xiu, she waved her hand quickly.

"Xiao Fangxiu, why didn't A Ku come today?"

There are many fat young cooks here, and Fang Xiu likes the one with the round face the most. She never takes advantage of others, and she doesn't act arrogant when giving alms to others. She has curved eyes when she smiles, and she always prepares some leftovers for Fang Xiu every time she sees her.

"Sister, Ah Ku has caught a cold and is recovering at home. I will bring her to see you in a few days."

The round-faced man sighed and poured the leftover rice into Fang Xiu's broken bowl.

"Aku is suffering a lot. You have to take good care of her. The master was not at home yesterday, so there was not much leftover. Come back tomorrow and I will make some porridge for Aku."

After leaving the Zhao family, the few remaining wealthy families had no more gains. Fang Xiu walked back shaking his head. The broken bone in his left leg became more and more painful, but A Ku had not eaten a single grain of rice this morning. No matter what, Fang Xiu did not want A Ku to go hungry.

Without Aku, a little girl who was only 6 years old, Fang Xiu would be nothing more than a pile of bones on the roadside even if he traveled through time.

These days, Fang Xiu has been slowly integrating the memories of his previous life. At first, he only knew that his previous life had a broken leg, and then was transported to the shore by a boat and thrown on the beach like garbage. He struggled to crawl forward bit by bit, but happened to encounter a freezing rain. Finally, his eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

Taoist Mo and A Ku happened to pass by. Taoist Mo didn't want to care, but A Ku found that there was still a little heat on the front body's chest and insisted on saving Fang Xiu. Taoist Mo had no choice but to find some branches to tie them together, put the front body on the branches, and dragged it back to Gushan County step by step.

In the days that followed, A Ku was the one who took care of him. In addition, Taoist Mo knew a little about medicine and went out to pick some herbs, which saved his life.

However, the person who opened his eyes and regained consciousness was no longer his predecessor, but Fang Xiu, a greasy middle-aged man in his forties in the 21st century.

Every time Fang Xiu thought of this, he couldn't help but complain. Who would have thought that he would go to the mountain city for a trip, hide in the hotel because of the hot weather, and be taken away by a dump truck that broke through the wall while eating watermelon while picking his feet. This is the eighth floor.

Fang Xiu lay on the haystack in the abandoned house for less than a month before he followed A Ku to beg on the street. The reason, of course, was that Taoist Mo would not support idlers.

He also couldn't bear to rely on the thin A Ku to beg for food every day to support himself. He was mediocre and accomplished nothing in his previous life, but at least he was a person who knew how to be grateful.

Fang Xiu didn't feel that much psychological pressure when begging for food. As a man in his 40s, his bottom line could actually be very low, including the way he pretended to be ignorant and endured the rough hands of the fat cook.

However, whenever he thought of his experience and the excruciating pain in his left leg, Fang Xiu couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

"Huang Yaoshi, damn it."

A new book has been released. This time it is tentatively titled Zhu Tian Liu. The first story is The Legend of the Condor Heroes, but maybe as I write it, it will just be a separate The Legend of the Condor Heroes fan fiction. Let’s see how it develops later.

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