An Ordinary Path to Immortality

In late winter, at night, the cold wind howls and heavy snow falls.

A thinly dressed young man walked on the bumpy streets of Wangjiagou Village.

He looked to be eleven or twelve years old, his clothes were shabby, and there was a thick layer of snow on his thin cotton-padded jacket. The cloth shoes on his feet had a big hole, exposing two big toes that were purple from the cold.

His hands were red and swollen, and there were black scabs on the backs of his hands.

The young man held a bowl of rice porridge in his hands. He was extremely careful every step he took, for fear of accidentally spilling the rice porridge in his hands.

As I walked, I muttered to myself:

"Second Uncle Zhang gave me a bundle of firewood, Grandma Tian gave me a large piece of brown sugar and a piece of ginger, Uncle Dafu gave me two steamed buns, and Aunt Xiuqin gave me a bowl of rice porridge. Thanks to the kindness of my neighbors, Fang Ping, you must do it in the future. "Report."

He looked up at the sky, and the cold wind carried heavy snow on his face, which was purple from the cold, but his face was so cold that he lost consciousness.

"It would be better if it was colder. If the rice porridge is frozen into ice cubes, you don't have to worry about spilling it.

In this way, I can go home early and light a fire to heat rice porridge for my mother. "

Thinking of this, his throat felt clogged again, and the joy of just asking for food was gone.

"Mom, you must hold on. Ping'er will be home soon. Ping'er has grown up and can take care of mother."

It had been two days since he had eaten. It snowed heavily today, and his mother had a high fever and fell into a coma. As a last resort, he had to go out to beg for food.

Fortunately, the neighbors did not reject him.

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but move a little faster.

After walking a few steps, four or five young people appeared in the alley and blocked his way. 33 novel network

The sudden change shocked both parties, especially Fang Ping. His expression changed drastically when he saw the person coming.

The leader opposite was named Wang Jizong, the only son of the village king's wife, and a well-known dandy in the surrounding villages.

"Yo yo yo, look at it, isn't this the bastard from the old widow's family?"

Wang Jizong was wearing a fur coat and luxurious clothes, holding a strong hound in his hand. When he saw that the person opposite was Fang Ping, he immediately started shouting and humiliating him unscrupulously.

"Hahaha..." Others also laughed.

"Little bastard, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?

Huh? What's in the bowl? "

"Could it be that the old widow got tired of stealing men at home and sent you out to look for food?"

The ridicule of Wang Jizong and the henchmen made Fang Ping furious.

Not only because they blocked the road and insulted him, but also because Fang Ping had been grazing cattle at Wang's house a few days ago. When the wages were settled, Wang Jizong refused to pay Fang Ping's wages because the cow was bitten by a gadfly.

Fang Ping's mother went to the Wang family to argue with her and beg for wages, but was severely beaten and seriously injured by Wang Jizong's men, leaving her ill.

It is precisely because of this that the already difficult life of mother and son is even worse.

Despite this, even if there is boundless hatred in my heart.

Fang Ping now just wants to go home early and feed his mother porridge. He is afraid that if he comes back too late, her mother will not be able to survive the night.

However, the other party didn't think so. He stood in front of Fang Ping and spoke obscenely and insulted her in every possible way.

Fang Ping was young and thin, and he held his mother's only hope of survival in his hands. All he could do was endure silently.

Fang Jizong scolded for a while, but when Fang Ping didn't say a word or resist, he gradually felt bored.

"Go away. Get away as far as you can from me when you see me in the future."

Fang Ping felt like he was being pardoned and quickly turned around and walked home with the bowl in hand.

"Unfortunately, I didn't even catch a rabbit in the whole day on the mountain. There was also a heavy snowfall and I almost got trapped in the mountain and couldn't come back. I finally came back and met this bastard again."

Wang Jizong spat at Fang Ping and said with an unhappy look on his face.

A bastard next to him came over and said flatteringly: "Master, if you haven't hunted a pure beast, catching a wild beast for fun is not a wasted trip."

When Wang Jizong heard this, his eyes lit up, he patted the dogleg on the shoulder and praised: "Not bad, not bad, you are the one who has more evil ideas."

When Fang Ping heard this, he felt something was wrong and quickly quickened his pace.

But the next moment, Wang Jizong was heard shouting: "Black Tiger, come on, get that bastard down for me."

"Woof woof!"

The black dog beside Wang Jizong barked twice excitedly, kicked the ground with its hooves, and rushed towards Fang Ping's back.

The thin Fang Ping's body was almost frozen. He was holding the rice porridge he regarded as a treasure in his hands, and there was slippery snow under his feet. He only ran a few steps before he was chased by Wang Jizong's dog.

The next second, the black dog pounced forward, and the boy fell to the ground with snow all over his face.

But he turned a blind eye to the grinning vicious dog beside him, and instead immediately looked at Mi Zhi who was hugged tightly in front of him.

Then another big foot kicked over and directly kicked the gruel in his hand, which he regarded as a treasure, away.

With a "bang" sound, the bowl hit the wall and shattered. The porridge in the bowl spilled on the snow, and was soon covered by heavy snow.

"Hit, beat this bastard. Today's hunting can be considered fruitful." Wang Jizong took the lead, pulled Fang Ping up by his collar, and punched Fang Ping in the chest.

"Ah, I'll kill you!"

The rice porridge was spilled, and Fang Ping's anger completely exploded. He roared and got up from the ground, and rushed towards Wang Jizong and others to fight for his life.

Although it was just a bowl of gruel, in his simple heart, it was the only hope for his mother to survive.

Now that hope was gone, he couldn't care about anything.

Fang Ping, who was only twelve years old and suffered from chronic malnutrition, looked crazy and wanted to find someone to help him.

How could his frail body be a match for a group of 17 or 18-year-old boys who were well-dressed and well-fed?

In just one encounter, he was knocked to the ground and beaten by a group of people.

Even the two steamed buns in his arms were found by Wang Jizong, who threw one to the vicious dog that was eager to try, and stepped on the other one and crushed it into a pancake in front of Fang Ping.

"No, no!"

Fang Ping's eyes were bloodshot and he cried loudly.

But his crying only made Wang Jizong and his friends' humiliation more intense.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Jizong and his friends finally got tired of fighting and left triumphantly with laughter.

Fang Ping then climbed up from the muddy snow and swept his eyes full of hatred over Wang Jizong and his friends.

But reason told him that he had more important things to do.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and began to look for something on the muddy snow.

On a cold winter night, his hands with frostbite and cracking were groping in the cold snow.

Finally, he touched something.

A hint of ecstasy appeared on his dirty and childish face.

It was a steamed bun that was stained with mud and was stepped on.

At this time, he still did not stop, but continued to grope. Soon, he found the broken pieces of the bowl in the snow.

Then, he found two egg-sized ice cubes. After wiping off the mud, he could vaguely see the unclear rice grains in the ice cubes.

It was the rice porridge that was half frozen before it fell out.

At this moment, the smile on the boy's face became brighter.

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