The Metaphysical Little Beggar's Rebirth: I'm an Unlucky Star

"Ordinary people will starve to death if they don't eat for a few days." Shu Wanwan typed these words into the search box on her mobile phone while lying on the bed.

It has been half a month since she was reborn. She has completely adapted to the high-tech electronic products of this era - mobile phones. She stares at the balance on her phone, 286.3!

What? How could she be so poor? She didn't understand why the original owner was so poor. Is it too late to collect the five million from Jiang's mother?

Actually, it was because the original owner was incredibly unlucky. Shu Wanwan's previous life involved either a broken pipe at home today, needing repairs, getting bitten by a stray dog downstairs tomorrow, needing rabies vaccinations, or paying the taxi driver for breaking the door handle the day after tomorrow. Her entire salary went into these and other miscellaneous tasks, leaving her with no money left.

"When you reach the mountain, there will always be a way; when you reach the bridge, you will find your way! I can do it." She was Shu Wanwan. She used to be a little beggar, never afraid of being poor. Having no money was nothing. As long as she wasn't starving to death, she would starve to death... Ah, it's not that as long as you have hands and feet, you won't starve to death.

Before Shu Wanwan's rebirth, she was not Shu Wanwan, but Shu Wanwan. Before her rebirth, Shu Wanwan was a little beggar. Like the original owner, she was an orphan. In fact, her childhood was even more miserable than the original owner's. She didn't even have the shelter of an orphanage, but she also had a luckier fate than the original owner.

Shu Wanwan, five or six years old, was filthy, her face covered in dirt, making it hard to tell whether she was a boy or a girl. She was aimlessly begging on the street with a broken bowl in hand when she smelled the aroma of food. Turning around, she saw a bun stall. Freshly baked buns were rising from the oven, and the aroma was so good! Staring at the stall, Shu Wanwan swallowed and said, "I'm so hungry! I want to eat so much."

"Here, for you." The kind-hearted bun stall owner saw the petite Shu Wanwan staring at his bun stall. Instead of chasing her away, he trotted out and stuffed a bun into her hand. Then he trotted back to greet the customers.

"Thank you, thank you, boss." Shu Wanwan shouted as she watched the boss running back, then looked at the buns in her hand, her big watery eyes sparkling on her petite face.

Just as she was staring at the buns in a daze, suddenly a carriage came galloping towards her. When Shu Wanwan looked up and saw the carriage, it was too late. It was about to hit her. At this time, the coachman also saw Shu Wanwan. He reined in the running horse, but it was too late. The speed was too fast. Even if he stopped, he would still hit Shu Wanwan.

Is she going to die? But she hasn't grown up yet, she hasn't eaten the delicious big buns yet. She hasn't found her parents yet.

Shu Wanwan stood there in a daze as if she had lost her soul, her mind was blank. She had no time to react. The carriage was heading straight towards Shu Wanwan. At this moment, an old hand grabbed her arm and saved her from the hands of death in a flash.

"Hey, little beggar, are you looking for death? Can you afford to pay for the damage to the carriage?" The people in the carriage cursed Shu Wanwan a few times, then sped away.

Shu Wanwan was still in shock as she looked at the hunched, white-haired old man in front of her. His hair stood up and his body was covered in patches. "Little girl, are you okay?" the old man said to Shu Wanwan kindly. Shu Wanwan looked at the old man, but his eyes were empty and he looked in the other direction.

"Can't this old man see?" Shu Wanwan thought. Shu Wanwan was covered in dirt. Even someone who could see wouldn't be able to tell if she was a boy or a girl. The childish voice was even more difficult to distinguish. "But how did this old man know I was a little girl?" Shu Wanwan wondered.

"It's okay. Grandpa, thank you for saving me." Shu Wanwan looked at the old man, then looked at his tattered clothes, thinking to herself, "Is the old man also begging like me?" She looked at the bun in the little hand and broke off half of it. "Here, Grandpa, you saved me, I'll give you half of my buns."

"Hahahaha, no need, no need, Grandpa has money." The old man turned around and pointed to the stall behind. Shu Wanwan couldn't read, but she saw a few coins scattered in a small bowl on the ground.

"It seems that the old man really came out to beg like me." Shu Wanwan thought.

From then on, Shu Wanwan came to the old man's stall every day to look for him. As they went back and forth, Shu Wanwan became familiar with him. In Shu Wanwan's heart, the old man saved her and was a good man. She wanted to repay him and help him. But she didn't know how to help him. She came up with a good idea. She would beg next to the old man, holding a small bowl. The old man couldn't see her, so she would beg with him. In this way, she could help him keep an eye on the money in the bowl to prevent it from being stolen.

But there were always people asking the old woman questions that she didn't understand in front of her stall, and then dropping a few cents into her broken bowl, but no one ever came to steal her money.

But why didn't anyone drop coins into Shu Wanwan's bowl? She imitated the old man and spread a white cloth on the ground, placing her small bowl beside it. She then used the old man's brush to trace the words on the cloth, scribbles a few strokes like a ghost, but still no one dropped coins into her bowl.

Every day when the old man was closing his stall, he would take out a penny to buy two buns, one for Shu Wanwan and one for himself to take home.

What should she do? Not only did Shu Wanwan not help the old man, she also ate his buns every day. Shu Wanwan felt sad and annoyed.

As time went by, Shu Wanwan found out that everyone called the old man "Old Man Shu", and on the cloth spread on the ground was written, "Divination and fortune-telling, one hexagram costs two coins."

"So Grandpa Shu isn't begging like me," Shu Wanwan thought. "But Grandpa Shu can't see, so how can he read people's faces?" Shu Wanwan was curious. "If only I could read faces, I could earn money to buy buns for Grandpa Shu."

On this day, Old Man Shu closed his stall as usual, bought two buns, handed one to Shu Wanwan, and held the other in his hand. Shu Wanwan looked at the fragrant big bun in front of her and finally couldn't hold back her tears, and tears fell down.

"Wuwu... Grandpa Shu, I have no way to repay you. I don't know how to do anything, I can't help, and I can't get money. I can't buy you buns... Wuwu..." The little face was covered with tears.

Old Man Shu reached out and touched Shu Wanwan's head, his expression a little distressed.

"Little girl, do you want to learn some skills from me? Once you learn some skills, you can buy buns for Grandpa Shu." Old Man Shu said to Shu Wanwan. Old Man Shu looked at Shu Wanwan but seemed not to be looking at her. His eyes were empty, but it made people feel at ease.

"Yes!" Shu Wanwan said with a pout. After wiping her tears, she wanted to repay Grandpa Shu, make money, and buy him big buns. Children's thoughts are so simple.

Later, Old Man Shu brought Shu Wanwan back home. It was a shabby little courtyard with a small wooden house that looked a bit old. After bringing Shu Wanwan back, Old Man Shu got busy again and soon made a small wooden bed for Shu Wanwan with his own hands. "This will be your home from now on." Old Man Shu said to Shu Wanwan with a smile.

Home? This word, which I had only heard from others, had now become a reality? A warm feeling spread through Shu Wanwan's heart. "I have a home too." Shu Wanwan was extremely happy.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

"Me? I... I don't have a name." Shu Wanwan lowered her head.

"Then call her Wanwan. All happiness will come, and it doesn't matter if it's a little late." The old man touched Shu Wanwan's head.

"Okay!" Shu Wanwan smiled happily. She had a name now: Shu Wanwan.