Anti-invasion of the heavens: water drops hit the face at the beginning

Chapter 27 Cooking Cake

A few days later.

Lin Pingzhi was leaning on a cane, carrying a small table on his back, and a pen basket slung across his body. He limped to the street to set up a stall. His job was to write letters for others.

After all, Tianxia Buwu Pavilion had agreed that regardless of eating or drinking, Lin Pingzhi still had to earn his own money for food expenses.

His leg injury had been delayed for several months and had grown crooked. Chen Guang had no choice but to smash it into pieces and then reattach it. The feeling was like being in a frying pan in hell. It was unbearable.

I would like to recall.

Chen Guang once said that even with magical healing techniques, the leg would be extremely difficult to heal, and he would need to use crutches for several more weeks before he could barely regain normal walking ability.

But this is already very powerful. To be honest, Lin Pingzhi still can't believe that he can actually turn his fortune around.

At the beginning, when he crawled away from the Lin family's old house, he was a cripple with wounds all over his body, and his fate was very high if he survived. Fortunately, this miserable appearance could arouse some sympathy from passers-by, and from time to time someone would throw him a few coins.

, can be considered as surviving.

Along the way, he kept asking about Yu Canghai's whereabouts, but he couldn't stop the Jianghu people at all, and they didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he couldn't get any information.

And ordinary people have never heard of this name? They thought he was a bothersome beggar and just wanted him to leave quickly, so they gave him random directions. Finally, someone said perfunctorily to him: What? The leader of Qingcheng? Oh, oh,

Yu Canghai, a famous man, is now in Yangzhou, slaying demons, defending the law, and doing great things.

Lin Pingzhi was so happy that he finally managed to get on a ferry and arrived at Yangzhou City after all the hard work, even though he was beaten and thrown out of the boat several times, resulting in more injuries.

Little did he know that the man who showed the way had never been outside the local area in his life. Apart from the capital and Luoyang, he only knew Yangzhou.

By the time he arrived in Yangzhou, Lin Pingzhi, who was suffering from hunger and cold, was almost out of gas and lamp, but he happened to see the notice board announcing the deployment of war.

He was literate, and he just wanted to try his luck... Who would have thought that the young man who looked not as old as himself turned out to be a worldly expert!

Not only did he heal himself, but he also changed himself into new clothes, and taught himself internal skills and mental methods, so that he could slowly heal himself by relying on his exercise skills...

Now, every day before he goes out, he has to kowtow three times to the attic where his master lives before leaving.

At this time, Lin Pingzhi's eyes had been bandaged with white cloth, but in order to cover the bad eye and the missing ear, his hair was still disheveled, leaving only half of his face exposed.

But the clothes on his body are neat and his hair is combed straight, so he doesn't look sloppy at all. Moreover, half of his face has been washed white again, revealing his original appearance of a handsome young boy. You can tell at a glance that he is a down-and-out young man.

At this time, it was not yet the late Ming Dynasty, and Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism was not a prominent scholar. Although most ladies still stayed at home, ordinary little girls from ordinary people would go out to do business with their parents early on.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi swallowing hard while looking at the steaming pancakes, but gritting his teeth and continuing to walk, the little girl watching the stall quickly stopped him.

"Hey, the lame one...the one with loose hair."

Lin Pingzhi turned around in confusion. The little girl stood behind the stall, with two red clouds rising from her healthy complexion. She pretended to be generous and said, "Would you like to try our homemade cakes? It's so fragrant and tender."

Lin Pingzhi touched the money in his pocket and found that there was only one copper left, so he forced a smile and said: "Thank you for your kindness, girl, I'm just shy in my pocket..."

Before he finished speaking, the girl came out from behind the stall, put two pancakes into his hands, looked around, and waved her hands: "Go, go, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Lin Pingzhi held the steaming pancake and was stunned for a long time before he nodded and said seriously: "Thank you very much, miss. Lin Pingzhi will... be rewarded generously in the future!"

The little girl said with a smile: "So your name is Lin Pingzhi. I don't want any generous reward from you. You should take care of yourself first."

After saying that, he jumped back and continued to look at the stalls.

Lin Pingzhi thanked him and found an open space not far away. He set up a low table, put pen and ink on it and started to shout stiffly to stop the business.

It's not that he doesn't want to ghostwrite next to the martial arts gym, but it's a bustling neighborhood with too many cars and horses, and it's difficult for him to move. And here, almost all of them are illiterate coolie apprentices and small traders, so it's always easier to do business.

After eating the cakes in a few mouthfuls, his stomach instantly felt warm and steaming. Lin Pingzhi's mood improved a lot. Maybe the luck of the times turned out to be good, and soon he had a business. He listened to the patched-up porter telling him that everything was fine.

, while immersed in writing words of concern for his family.

I wrote letters to two people in succession, and then it took a long time before another person wanted to write.

A letter is three cents, three letters is nine cents, plus the cooking cakes given by the little girl just now, if you save some food, it will be enough for two days of food. You can practice martial arts with the master for a day tomorrow.

Lin Pingzhi felt that life seemed to be getting better little by little. Just as he was about to smile, he suddenly thought of his parents, his nose became sour, and his eyes suddenly turned red again.

At this moment, an exclamation came from my ears.

Turning around, I saw that not far away, a wonton stall was overturned by a few strong men, and the soup almost spilled on the girl who was cooking the cakes for him.

The old man at the wonton stall knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Master, please don't smash it. Master, please don't smash it. I can pay the premium today! I can pay it today!"

It turned out that he was collecting insurance premiums... Lin Pingzhi shook his head. This kind of thing was commonplace. There were similar rules in almost all parts of the country. He was not a prefect, so how could he take care of this kind of thing.

"Hey, why don't you just say no? It's a waste of your time." The three men laughed and walked through the mess and came to the little girl's stall.

The little girl smiled stiffly: "Uncle, I... our family's insurance premium was paid yesterday."

The leading strong man looked the little girl up and down, looked at her flat chest, curled his lips and shook his head, and was about to leave. But the other man with leprosy looked at the little girl's slender waist and licked his lips.

The last man with blue spots on his face laughed out loud when he saw the appearance of scabies. He put his arm on the little girl's cake stall and raised his eyebrows and asked: "Really? Why did I remember that he was an old man yesterday?

ah."

"That...that's my dad. He caught the cold last night, and my mother was taking care of him at home...I, I was right next to him!" The little girl explained again and again, but her heart became heavier and heavier.

"Pah!" There was a sound, and the maniac slapped the cake stall with his palm, and said viciously: "Fart, why don't you remember me? If I see a girl like you, I will never forget it. The old man must have sold the stall.

Here you go!”

"I...I didn't!" The little girl became frightened.

The vendors around him shook their heads repeatedly, unable to bear to look any further.

Yesterday, the little girl was touched by her mother. She looked like a little clay monkey, so of course it was inconspicuous. Her parents also thought that the group of people had collected insurance premiums yesterday and would not come again today, so they let the little girl care for her alone.

One day of business, I didn’t expect to encounter this kind of thing...

The green-spotted man also smiled sinisterly and said: "Since you heard him talk about paying the premium yesterday, you must know that we charge on a per-household basis, not on a per-share basis. Do you want to spare one month's premium? Are you kidding me?

, I still think the uncle is easy to cheat, huh?!"

As he said that, he swiped the cooking cake stall to the side with a strong force. The entire cooking cake stall immediately fell apart, and the white and hot cooking cakes fell to the ground, stained with dust.

The mangy man was so impatient that he stretched out his hand to grab the little girl, and even used a little skill. The little girl had no martial arts, and was directly grabbed by the wrist, and her face turned pale.

The leader, a strong man wearing bunt, watched the whole process with cold eyes and allowed the two men to do whatever they wanted.

"Since she has missed a month of payment, let her make up for it. Why should she destroy someone else's stall?" a voice said slowly.

The little girl and the three strong men looked towards the direction of the sound. It was Lin Pingzhi who was leaning on a cane, with long hair, dressed in white and with an indifferent expression.

(End of chapter)