How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Then there was the young man who had done something bad. In a panic, he jumped over the wall and twisted his ankle. He limped and knocked on the back door. The boy who opened the door was so scared when he saw that he was injured. He hurried forward to support him and asked, "Young Master, how did you hurt your leg?"

Zhao Huazhang felt both pain and regret. He angrily waved his hand and said, "How many lives do you have left to ask about your grandfather?" However, he was already unsteady on his feet, and when he pulled his hand away forcefully, he fell to the ground. The servant hurried to help him.

"Whose grandfather are you?" Zhao Zeying happened to walk here and asked when he heard this.

"Father, father." Zhao Huazhang shuddered at the sound. He had just argued with that slave girl and, in a fit of rage, had ripped the pearls from her hair and run away. Unexpectedly, he'd turned around and smashed her head again. He'd clearly just been playing with the child because he saw how cute she was. He'd only thrown the beads gently... should it have been just gently? He'd gotten into two bad things in a row, and now he was running into his father, who was always so strict with him. What kind of bad luck was this?

"Why aren't you getting up yet?! Tell me, whose grandfather are you?" Zhao Zeying felt a headache just looking at his youngest son. He named him Huazhang, hoping he would study and succeed, but who knew this kid was born with a rebellious streak, jumping around all day and night. He couldn't even study, and he even wanted to stroll around to eat. He was also born with supernatural powers, constantly destroying the table or breaking the bed.

"I'm no one's grandfather..." Zhao Huazhang stood up with the help of the servant and stood staggeringly.

"Stand up straight, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Zeying was so angry.

Zhao Huazhang hung his head and said, "I sprained my ankle and can't stand straight."

"Master~Master~You are finally back. Young Master Zhang just snatched the pearl you gave me and ran away without knowing where it is." A weak-looking woman ran over crying, hugged Zhao Zeying's arm and began to complain.

"Disgusting." Zhao Huazhang clenched his right molars, and his fear of his father turned into anger.

Zhao Zeying patted the shoulder of the person in his arms to comfort him, then turned around and scolded his son, "What's your attitude? This is your mother!"

Seeing her like this, Zhao Huazhang smiled contemptuously, "She's just a lowly servant, how can she deserve it!"

Zhao Zeying almost fainted from anger. "How dare you! Is this what your mother taught you?"

Zhao Huazhang was even angrier than him, "My mother is dead! Killed by that bitch! How dare you take her as your second wife? Where do you put my mother?"

"Young Master, why do you still say that? I also lost a child." Luo Shanshan covered her face and cried, sobbing.

"What's going on?" Old Mrs. Zhao came over, supported by someone. She saw her son and grandson quarreling again. Then she looked at the troublemaker's behavior and felt disgusted.

"Grandma~" Zhao Huazhang's legs hurt so much, and he was scolded by his father. He felt so aggrieved that he couldn't hold back his tears anymore when he saw his grandmother who had always loved him.

"Oh, my dear, what's wrong? Stop crying." Old Madam Zhao looked at Luo Shanshan angrily, and walked forward to hug her grandson in her arms.

Hongxue, who was beside the old lady, had just noticed that the young master's posture was not right. Now, seeing that he had tilted and almost brought the old lady down, she hurried forward to support him. "What's wrong with the young master's leg? Is he injured?"

"The young master just came back with an injured leg. He said it was sprained." The servant kneeling on the ground replied quickly.

"You sprained your ankle and still made me stand there and get scolded! What are you thinking?" She turned and glared at Luo Shanshan. "Mrs. Luo, you have such a vicious mind. Are you trying to make my grandson limp so that your son can get promoted?"

Luo Shanshan had been keeping a low profile since the old lady appeared, not daring to utter a word. Now that her name was called, she cursed the old hag in her heart, but on the surface she looked panicked, saying she dared not.

Zhao Zeying didn't dare disobey his mother, nor did he dare to speak up for his beloved wife. His insistence on carrying her up had already irritated his mother so much that she was bedridden for several days and nearly died. Thinking about it now, he still regretted it.

The old lady ended this farce. Luo Shanshan didn't dare to mention the pearl anymore. She twisted her handkerchief and gritted her teeth secretly. That was her biggest pearl!

Back to Xia Chu, she was lying on the bed, drowsy and asleep, and even woke up in the middle of the night to vomit. Sun Wusi, who was watching over her, gave her an acupuncture treatment, and she slept until the afternoon.

Xia Tian took Zhang Zhou back to sell flowers, and Guan Xu stayed behind again. But he didn't care at all. He was asked to stay because he was young and everyone took care of him. He knew it.

Grandma Wang had visited Xia Chu that morning, constantly praying for the Bodhisattva to bless her and hope nothing happened. Now, Xia Chu was not only her benefactor who had given her a chance to live, but also her beloved younger generation.

Xia Chu thought she'd gotten a concussion. Every time she moved her head, she felt dizzy and nauseous. She'd seen the bead; it was incredibly large. After washing it, it was smooth and round, and it was obvious it was worth a fortune.

In this era, diving into the sea was entirely manual, and one could easily end up buried at the bottom of the sea. The larger the pearl, the older the oyster, and shallow-water oysters simply couldn't live long enough to produce such large pearls.

She wanted to get well soon so she could take the pearl to ask for its price. It was such a rare find, so it would have to be worth at least one or two hundred taels, right?

Xia Tian carried a flower basket and went to Wang Yong's house in Anping Bridge to deliver flowers. Dong Xiaohuan didn't see Xia Chu. She was a little confused and asked with a smile: "Where's Xiao Chu? Is he lazy and didn't get up?"

"Xiaochu is injured and is in the clinic." Xia Tian shook his head, his face showing worry about his sister.

Dong Xiaohuan became anxious when she heard this. "How did you get injured? Which clinic?"

Xia Tian replied: "Someone hit him on the head. He is in Miaoshou Hall now."

Dong Xiaohuan took off her apron and said, "No, I have to go check it out. How could it be smashed out of nowhere? Who did it?"

Xia Tian bit her lip, her eyes reddened at the thought of her sister's pale face. "He was a child she didn't know, but he insisted that Xia Chu play with him. When Xia Chu disagreed, he hit her with something, causing her to bleed a lot. She still hadn't woken up when she left home this morning."

Dong Xiaohuan hurried back to the house to get the money. "God damn it, is he the king of heaven? I have to play with him!"

Xia Tian was furious. They said they were neighbors, but the neighborhood was full of wealthy families, and they couldn't afford to offend them. Moreover, they were staying in a deserted house, and they were orphans. They didn't dare to ask for justice, so they could only endure it.

He was often beaten, too. When he was angry or drunk, a few kicks were the least of his trouble. Erwa was also injured because of this. Orphans without parents, homeless, even stray dogs would bark at them.

In the past, he had just endured being beaten, but this time, when his sister was hurt, he felt hatred for the first time. He hated the boy for being unreasonable, and even more so, he hated his own inability to do anything.

"You still want to sell flowers, so I can go by myself. Have you had breakfast? There's nothing to eat at home, so take this money and buy something." Dong Xiaohuan didn't allow them to refuse. She grabbed a handful of copper coins and stuffed them into Xia Tian's arms, then hurried to Miaoshou Hall.

Xia Tian wanted to refuse, but the person had already walked away quickly.

Everyone around here was familiar with him, and when they saw that the sweet-talking kid was gone, they couldn't help but ask a few more questions. When they learned that he had been hit on the head for no reason, they couldn't help but condemn him. Some people who really liked Xia Chu asked about the location of the clinic and planned to go check it out later.