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

"Give me ten! I want to try how delicious this is!" A young man's voice came through the crowd. Xia Chu looked up and found that it was an acquaintance.

"Young Master, you can't eat the food on the street. It's not clean." Qingsong advised with a bitter face: "Young Master, if you want to eat, why don't you go home and ask the chef to prepare it for you?" If he got a stomachache while standing outside, he would definitely not be punished by the old lady.

Who in the business of cooking could tolerate such slander? Xia Chu raised her head and retorted loudly, "Brother, you need evidence for what you say! We make our own sausages. We buy fresh meat every day. How can it be unclean? And it's not our first day here. If someone gets sick from eating it, someone will come and smash our stall today!"

Qingsong looked down and saw a fair and pretty little girl. He realized that his words were inappropriate and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm not talking about you. It's my young master who has been pampered since he was a child. He rarely eats these things and has a delicate spleen and stomach..."

"What are you talking about!" Zhao Huazhang hit Qingsong on the back of the head. Although he restrained his strength, he still knocked Qingsong headfirst into the back of the person in front of him. He glanced at his hand awkwardly, then looked at the little girl he couldn't forget. He still wanted to steal her home and raise her.

He was still angry with Qingsong, but a smile appeared on his face. "Little sister, give me twenty. I believe the things in your house are clean."

Qingsong quickly apologized to the person in front of him, and the man in front of him glared at him.

The boy who gives away money is here again to give away money.

Xia Chu curled her lips and said, "You can't eat too much of anything. If you eat twenty of these, I'm afraid your stomach won't be able to handle even the best food."

"Then I'll take it back and treat others." Zhao Huazhang's lips curled up slightly, and there was a hint of coaxing in his tone, "Can you go play now? I'll take you to the lake, okay?"

"I'm very busy." Xia Chu glanced at him, "How many do you want?"

Xia Tian looked up from his busy schedule, warily eyeing Zhao Huazhang. He still hadn't settled the score for smashing his sister's head last time. What on earth was this guy trying to do?

"Twenty, oh no, fifty! Qingsong! Pay the money!" He said, and lightly kicked Qingsong who was standing firmly.

Qingsong's face wrinkled as he took out his purse and asked, "How much silver?"

"One hundred and fifty cents." Xia Chu stretched out his hand.

"He bought so much, do we have any more?" The person who came after the young master couldn't help but ask.

"There are more." Xia Chu opened the cabinet and took a look. There were three hundred today!

"Can we go play after they're sold out? I'll buy the rest!" Zhao Huazhang noticed that the relatives around the little girl were glaring at him, and quickly changed his words, "Take your mother and brothers with you, okay?" His original plan was to build a good relationship with the little girl's brothers first, but unfortunately, they all go out early and come back late, making them very difficult to meet. They have disappeared recently, and he has never found an opportunity.

"Young Master!" Qingsong shouted in shock. What was he trying to do? This girl might be pretty, but she was just a commoner. He was so eager to marry her, was he really planning to marry her? And the girl wasn't the right age! She was so young! Not to mention her, even if it was Young Master, the old lady had only just started to consider her. It was still too early.

"Shut up! Why are you making such a loud noise?" Zhao Huazhang raised his hand, scaring Qingsong so much that he shrank his neck.

Why is this young master so naive? I'm only five years old! Xia Chu looked at Zhao Huazhang with a bit of disdain. He wasn't unpleasant-looking. He was fair-skinned and handsome, but his brain didn't seem to be very good.

Dong Xiaohuan looked up at the young master several times. The gold and jade necklace around his neck sparkled in the sunlight. The last time they met, he had given up on the priceless pearls. He was like a world away from his own family. Why did he keep pestering Xia Chu?

Qingsong stood in line. Zhao Huazhang leaned over to Xia Chu, trying to talk to her several times, but she glared at him. But she was also so cute when she glared at him. Her round eyes reminded him of his grandmother's black pearl, stained by water. The tip of her nose was slightly red from the heat, and a few beads of sweat were about to fall. Her face was pale, and in the golden sunlight, a layer of fine hair could be seen. Would it feel furry to the touch?

Zhao Huazhang blushed. What was I thinking? How could I touch another girl's face?

Xia Chu was oblivious to the thoughts of the people around her, and she just kept collecting the money and counting the bills. After a while, it was finally Qingsong's turn. They couldn't even find anything to wrap the fifty fresh sausages for him. "Second brother, go buy some big sheets of oil paper!"

Zhang Zhou responded and returned with the wax paper. Xia Chu asked Dong Xiaohuan to help her roll it into a cone, then slowly placed the fresh sausage inside. Indeed, just like modern flowers, the sausage bundles were fresh from the oven. To prevent the bottom from getting too hot, she folded the wax paper three times, which barely mitigated the heat.

Qingsong held the hot sausage bundle in his hands, his nose filled with the aroma of meat, and his mouth was watering. "Master, let's go."

"Wait a little longer." Zhao Huazhang picked up one and said, this sausage tasted really good. "Qingsong, try it. It tastes good."

"Master, I don't have hands." Qingsong was only fourteen years old. It wasn't difficult for him to hold this with both hands, but it definitely wouldn't work with just one hand.

"Hey, you still need me to feed you! You don't even know who is the master!" Zhao Huazhang snorted arrogantly, and took one with his other hand and fed it to Qingsong.

Qingsong chuckled and took a big bite. It was really delicious! He was a house-born child, raised by the young master since he could walk. It had been over ten years. Although the young master was a bit naughty, he was well-educated by the old lady. He never bullied others and was not harsh to the servants. Except for that great strength that occasionally got out of control... oh well.

Zhao Huazhang waited for a while, ate almost five sticks, and was a little tired of it. The sun was making him dizzy, and he couldn't stand it any longer. Seeing the little girl's hair dripping with water, he said with concern, "It's too hot. I'll take you to the teahouse next door."

Xia Chu looked over in surprise. She had never expected him to be so attentive and caring. Seeing the genuine worry on his face, she softened her tone. "Once you've sold everything, you can go back. Don't hang around here. Let's go."

"That's right, let's go, young master." Qingsong's arms were sore, and the things in his hands were getting heavier and heavier.

Zhao Huazhang glanced at Qingsong with dissatisfaction, and just then his mouth felt greasy. "Go buy some sweet soup to cool you down."

"Then what should we do with this?" Qingsong gestured for him to look at what he had in his hand.

"It's up to you. Buy a few more copies." Zhao Huazhang waved his hand impatiently.

Qingsong thought about it and saw that there happened to be a restaurant nearby that belonged to his family, so he sent the fresh sausage over. "Manager Wu, the young master just tasted this and it was delicious. I was thinking of everyone, so you can give it away. Also, prepare some sweet soup to cool down the heat. Hurry up."

"Young Master, you're still thinking of us when you're out having fun. Thank you so much, Young Master. I'll go to the kitchen and have them prepare some." Shopkeeper Wu took the strange large oil-paper bag and trotted off to the kitchen. The young master had a varied palate, so he had someone prepare a few common drinks, both hot and cold.