Village Girl Struggle

Jiang Ying came back to his senses, and then he saw that he accidentally kicked a beggar. He was eleven or twelve years old. He was slender and lean. He held the wall with one hand and pointed at him with one foot. On the ground, the other was curled up, with ragged clothes and almost a few strips of cloth on the upper body. The lower part was supposed to cover shame. It was **** with some linen pieces, but both lower legs were exposed, the one curled up. You can still see blood faintly on his feet.

Jiang Ying was shocked.

Can't it, my small body can hurt people like this just by tripping?

The little beggar glared and cursed, "Hurry up and lose money! Ouch, it hurts, it must be a broken bone!"

When he said that, he jumped on one foot and leaped towards Jiang Ying. Fortunately, Jiang Ying, who had been Wu for more than half a year, hurriedly dodged and dodged. The little beggar fell to the ground and fell on the ground. Ouch, oops, screaming, screaming, "This little girl hurts someone and she wants to run, and the dog has taken her conscience away! The big guys are all coming to judge, oh, my My feet hurt me...Help..."

This kid obviously wanted to touch porcelain. Look at the injured foot, there are blood scabs on his head, and an abscess around him. It has been a few days since he wanted to be injured.

Jiang Ying was originally worried that there would be people watching on this road, and he couldn't walk away. He didn't expect that this alley was remote and there were not many people coming and going. He just happened to pass by an aunt who was shopping for vegetables. Seeing that there was trouble from a distance, she was able to walk. Fast, detour, and disappeared in an instant.

The little beggar yelled for a long time, neither came to see the righteous people, nor watched the lively crowd. He couldn't help but was greatly disappointed, his eyes darkened, he closed his voice, waved his hand at Jiang Ying, and signaled Jiang Ying to leave quickly.

Jiang Ying naturally ran away. This kind of street beggar can do everything when he is poor and hungry. Now that his small body is only ten years old and his strength is not enough, he should cherish his life.

After running hundreds of steps, Jiang Ying panted and stared at a high wall in front of him for a few breaths. Then, he pulled the corners of his mouth with a dark face, turned and returned on the same path. It turned out to be a dead end!

When Jiang Ying passed by the little beggar, he was vigilant and deliberately stuck to the other side of the alley and walked away. The little beggar curled up in a ball and retracted back into the pile of **** mats, motionless, and his eyes closed. Get up, if you don't look closely, it really looks like a pile of lifeless garbage on the wall.

I don’t know how long it took, the fragrance of green onion awakened the long-awaited hunger. Which passerby passed by with food, right?

He opened his eyes lazily, but saw a hot scallion flatbread.

The white-faced flatbread was sprinkled with green onion, and the flatbread was greasy and burnt with a slightly burnt fragrance. He was so close to the food, and the heat was so close to his face. The alluring fragrance has already penetrated the tip of the nose impatiently.

He almost rubbed his eyes to see if he was dreaming.

"Eat it."

The little beggar, who was already starving and fainted, didn’t even look up to see who was talking to him. His attention was all on the big pie. Hearing these two words, he didn’t say anything, and he bit him when he snatched it. Go down, that is full of incense!

But after three to five mouthfuls, the cake as big as the little beggar's face was eaten cleanly. The little beggar's thoughts were still not exhausted, and the delicious aftertaste was reminiscent. Only then could it be time to look at the source of the food.

The little beggar raised his head and saw that the little girl who kicked him to hurt his foot was standing in front of him. She was a little younger than herself and not tall. She was neatly dressed, with ordinary brows and eyes. He looked straight at him, but his hands were on his back. Behind.

The little beggar used this wounded foot to ruin people. In all likelihood, he was unsuccessful. When he encountered the ruthless one, he would be beaten a few times. The only time he succeeded was when he came across a slow-moving seven-year-old woman with dazzling ears. Based on how he cried and intimidated and pleaded, he was also vaguely answering the wrong questions. What he said was wrong with his mouth. In the end, the confused old lady thought the little beggar was going to beg for food, so he gave him a fist-sized radish.

Unexpectedly, this little girl had run away and could come back to give him bread, but she was very soft-hearted.

"Little sister, this cake is not bad, you have a conscience, and you hurt the little... Brother, I didn't run away, forget it, brother, I won't pursue it anymore. If you bring another cake, I won't blame you. "

Jiang Ying pounced and laughed, her voice is unique to a girl's crisp, "How come your foot has been injured for half a month? I just touched it, can I get bruises? You little Brother, why don't you hurry up and fix your feet and fall on the side of the road to ruin people?" If it is late, I am afraid that the whole foot will be lost.

The little beggar rolled his eyes and said angrily, "If you don't have bread, roll a little farther, don't prevent the little master from sleeping, speak better than singing, stand up and talk, don't hurt back!" Isn't this nonsense, money to treat injuries, Lord, I still use it to nest here?

Jiang Ying didn't think so, but smiled, "I don't have any cakes here, but there are medicines."

As he said, he brought his back to the front, but it was a small pot, and Jiang Ying took the cloth strip sealed on it, and a smell of medicine floated out.

The little beggar stared at the little jar, then looked at Jiang Ying, his eyes uncertain.

"Wh, what kind of medicine? Who knows what idea you are taking?"

It's not that he is suspicious, it's that people have been floating in the rivers and lakes these years, and they have heard a lot. If they were not alert, they would have died thoroughly.

Jiang Ying put the small jar on the ground next to the little beggar, and said, "It's not a good medicine. I just found a few cheap medicinal materials for anti-inflammatory and muscle-generating in the drugstore, and let people dig out the mud and apply it for a day. Try it three times, it's better than just letting it go like you do."

Jiang Ying had also been interested in medicine for a period of time in his previous life. This prince wants to study medicine. It is not easy. There are several imperial doctors rushing to be teachers for his highness. Jiang Ying is very excited to follow the learning. According to her teacher, her highness is still very talented when taking medicine to see a doctor. If he can insist, he must be a master of Xinglin.

However, the perseverance of this *very wide-ranging prince, I dare not compliment it.

A year later, Jiang Ying became obsessed with growing flowers and grass...

Because of the superficial medical knowledge in his previous life, Jiang Ying prescribed the prescription herself, bought some medicinal materials from the drugstore, and let the buddy help to prepare them, and added a few drops of clear flower lotion in it, thinking about how it would have some effect. , Try it for the little beggar.

Jiang Ying took another ten pennies from his sleeve and put them on the bad table. "These pennies are enough for you to eat for a few days. Do you* use that medicine?"

Jiang Ying turned around and left without saying much.

The little beggar opened his mouth slightly, staring at the back of the little girl in a daze. After a while, he carefully collected the copper coins, and then picked up the little jar, smelled the smell inside, his expression flickered, and his heart was also entangled. He picked up the wooden spoon in the jar and wiped it on his feet resolutely!