Traveling to the ancient harem

The three people were walking on the street they saw at the beginning. As the street was a dirt road, it was dusty everywhere, making the market look a bit dirty and messy. There were even some rotten vegetable leaves thrown around. The vendors were not well dressed. There were also some people selling tofu, food, and candied haws and making candy figures on their shoulders. Although it was untidy, it was quite lively.

Huang Ye also saw a juggler, a little girl about her age, standing on a bench, then tilting her head back and bending her waist, until her whole body was bent into a circle, holding a flower on the small bench on the ground with her mouth, then slowly straightening up, standing on the bench to salute the people watching. There was an old man who was not sure if he was her master or a relative, holding a big bowl and nodding and bowing to people one by one, some generously threw a copper coin, but most people did not move, they were also poor, just watching the fun.

When he walked in front of Huang Ye, she looked at the few sparse copper coins in the bowl, turned around and winked at Hongdou. Hongdou understood and took out a few copper coins and threw them into the bowl. The happy old man thanked him repeatedly.

After walking around for a while, the three of them were hungry, so Lingyu found a restaurant that sold vegetarian noodles. The vegetarian buns were also vegetarian. The noodles were really vegetarian, with a bowl of green noodles with a few vegetable leaves floating on top. There was not even a speck of oil, but it didn't taste bad when people were hungry. The three of them each had a bowl of vegetarian noodles and two vegetarian buns. The waiter looked at the two little nuns in amazement, wondering how they could eat so much.

After dinner, the three of them continued to stroll around. After all, it was their first time going down the mountain, and Huang Ye wanted to bring a gift for the two masters. So they walked and stopped, and unknowingly came to the entrance of an alley. Hearing a noise coming from the front, the three of them walked over.

At this time, not many people were watching the excitement. I saw an old woman with gray hair and a boy of about eleven or twelve kneeling at the door of a small courtyard, begging bitterly: "Chief, my mother and I are really desperate. If there is any way, we will not come back to cause trouble for the tribe. Considering that my father bought dozens of acres of cemetery land for the tribe, please let the tribe take us in. Please."

Huang Ye saw an old man with a cane standing in the doorway, with a little boy supporting him. The little boy had a look of disdain on his face, staring at the mother and daughter.

"My dear mother, it's not that I am cruel." The old man was very old, and his voice was trembling. "Back then, you left and your uncle's family took care of the affairs of the old lady and the old man. It was reasonable for them to occupy the house and land. I asked someone to go and talk to them, but they didn't let you go back. There was nothing I could do."

"I know." The old woman wiped her tears. "You also know why we left back then. If they hadn't bullied us too much, who would be willing to leave? Unfortunately, there is no one left in my family. Please ask the clan leader to find a place for us to stay so that we can make a living on our own."

The old patriarch shook his head and said, "I really have no choice. It's useless for you to kneel down like this. You'd better leave early." After that, he slowly walked back to the house. The little boy ran over and slammed the door of the small courtyard.

The old woman swayed, and perhaps because she had been kneeling for too long, she fell to the ground.

"Mom, Mom," the child named Wansheng hugged his mother and shouted in panic.

People gathered around to watch the fun. Huang Ye was close, so he quickly took out a silver needle from his purse and stabbed it into the old lady's philtrum, twisting it gently. (The silver needle can also be used for self-defense.)

"Hongdou, go to the shop and buy some buns and bring them over. Also, ask the shop for a bowl of water and bring it over." Hongdou responded and ran away.

The old lady woke up, looked at Huang Ye blankly, then at her son, and tears started flowing again.

"Don't cry, Auntie. You are thirsty and hungry, and you fainted because the sun is too strong and you have been kneeling for a long time. You will be fine after eating something." Huang Ye comforted her.

"Thank you, little master." The old lady leaned in her son's arms with tears streaming down her face. They, mother and daughter, had lost even their last hope. Did they really have to rely on begging to survive in the future?

"Get out of the way, get out of the way." Hongdou squeezed in, holding a paper bag tied with a rope in one hand and a large bowl in the other. She squatted down and handed the bowl to the old lady: "Auntie, drink it quickly. This is warm water and won't burn your mouth."

The old lady drank half a bowl of water in one breath and signaled her son with her eyes. He took the bowl and drank the remaining half bowl of water in one breath.

Hongdou unwrapped the paper package and handed over the hot buns. The mother and daughter were very hungry and ate them in big mouthfuls. Hongdou was afraid that they would choke, so after thinking for a moment, she took the big bowl and ran to ask for water.