An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

"It's our lady who will buy you the meat buns later."

Xiaoman saw that the little beggar was walking too fast and was worried that the three people behind him would not be able to catch up, so she quickly pulled his shoulders back.

The little beggar finally realized what was happening and slowed down his pace. He turned his head to look back, stopped and waited for a few steps before continuing to move forward, no longer in a hurry.

"Are you the only one left in your family?" Xiao Man asked as they walked. He noticed that the little beggar spoke pure Mandarin, which made him think more deeply.

The little beggar glanced at Xiao Man from the side, confirming that he didn't look like a bad person. After a moment's hesitation, he replied, "And my mother and sister."

"Then why are you here alone?"

The little beggar looked at Xiao Man with disdain as if she were a fool, and then said, "How can they have food if I don't come out?"

It seems to be saying that he is the one who supports the family.

Xiao Man ignored his gaze and continued to ask, "You don't look like a local. You must have drifted here."

This time the little beggar answered directly, "I was just passing through here and stayed for two days. My money was stolen and the city gates were sealed, so I couldn't go back."

Xiao Man was certain that he was from the capital, so she was surprised: "Then why don't you try to send the letter back and at least have someone from home come to pick it up?"

When asked about this, the little beggar was a little discouraged: "I have sent it several times, but I don't know what happened. There was no reply and no one came."

"Whose family are you from? If you want to send a letter, just give it to us directly! It should be safer to not use the official mail. We will send someone to deliver it to your house in person."

Since the two people in front slowed down when they were talking, and Jing Chunxi and the other two were following closely, they also heard their conversation, and Jing Chunxi couldn't help but interrupt.

The little beggar had an inexplicable trust in the young lady. He nodded without hesitation and asked, "How can I give you the letter?"

Jing Chunxi didn't want to tell the little beggar where he came from and was still thinking about how to answer.

Just as Jing Chunxi was hesitating, Xiao Man answered first, "I'll come and get it myself in three days. It'll be right where you were lying."

For no reason, Xiaoman and the young lady thought the same thing: it was impossible to directly expose their residence, even for such poor people in distress.

After hearing what they said, the little beggar actually felt relieved. Although he knew it was impossible, he didn't want the noble person to come to his house in person.

But now it was Frosting who was curious: "Where do you live?"

Judging from the little beggar's clothes, his mother and sister must not be much better off.

Even little beggars have to go out to find food. I'm afraid it's not every day that they can meet good customers like them, and it's even more impossible to meet someone as kind and generous as the young master.

I thought they would wander the streets and stay under someone else's roof, or live in some dilapidated temple, but the little beggar said, "Just find any shabby house where no one lives."

Yes, there must have been many who had already escaped, or whose entire families had starved to death. But wouldn't the house be empty? It seemed no one would drive them away.

It did give them a temporary place to stay.

Jing Chunxi felt sympathetic and couldn't help but ask, "If there's some space in the house, you can grow some vegetables and raise a few chickens. You won't be hungry."

The little beggar was a little speechless, but he didn't dare look at Jing Chunxi the same way he looked at Xiao Man. "I used to grow vegetables, but they all died from the drought. Fortunately, it rained twice a while ago, so we can finally have some water to drink. People have nothing to eat, so what are we going to feed the chickens?"

The little beggar sighed inwardly: Are you stupid? Besides, buying chicks doesn't require money? Even if I had money, would I still be like this?

As they were talking, they finally arrived at the nearest vegetable market. It should have been bustling at that time, but even when they got close to the intersection, there were very few people coming in and out to buy vegetables, and some were only from wealthy families.

Looking at the people coming out with baskets, whether they bought a lot or a little, the vegetables in their baskets were very monotonous. The vegetables were mainly Chinese cabbage and white radish, and the leaves were wilted and looked not fresh.

There should be some meat, but it seems that those people didn't buy much. I'm afraid that even wealthy families can't eat it freely every day. They must be prepared to stay here for a long time.

Having arrived here, the little beggar’s mission is completed. He no longer needs to lead the way. He can enter the vegetable market by just following the people who are buying vegetables.

The beggar said nothing more, but quietly led them to a small shop not far from the market entrance. Perhaps because he was worried that the owner would dislike him, he did not dare to get too close to the shop.

He pointed at the shop from a distance, then turned cautiously to Jing Chunxi and asked in a low voice, "Can two meat buns be exchanged for three steamed buns?"