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"Miss, Ah Qi found a set of ragged clothes last night, covered his hair with mud and ash, and slept in the dilapidated earth temple outside the city.

Ah Qi stood in front of Jing Chunxi, his face still a little tired, with a little purple under his eyes. The fatigue from last night had not completely faded away, his eyes were slightly red, and his hair was still half wet. He had changed into his usual casual clothes and looked no different from usual.

Jing Chunxi never expected that in order to find out the real news, Ah Qi would be so desperate that he would even blend in with the beggars.

Ah Qi wanted to report earlier, but he was worried that his dirty appearance would scare the young lady.

He was well aware of how shabby he looked last night. His hair was covered in mud, his body was covered in dust and stains, and his face was so smeared with charcoal that his original appearance was almost unrecognizable.

He imagined himself appearing in front of the young lady in that state. Even if she wasn't scared, she would think something had happened to him.

So he jumped to the riverside and washed himself clean, using the river water to wash away the dirt on his body again and again until the mud and dust were completely washed away, revealing his original skin color. Then he hurriedly got on the boat and changed his clothes, then hurried back to the restaurant to report to Jing Chunxi.

Ah Qi said seriously, "The beggars in the land temple are either broken limbs, blind or deaf, or disfigured or mentally ill. Some are so old they've lost their teeth and can't really walk. They're completely different from the beggars in Xunyang City."

His voice was low and powerful. He tried to stay calm, recalling everything he saw and heard last night, and then conveyed it clearly to Jing Chunxi.

While in Xunyang City, Ah Qi, through his interactions with Ah Heng and the others, had seen many beggars of all kinds. Most of the beggars there were those whose families were struggling, or whose parents had died, or whose families had suffered misfortune, and who had resorted to begging. Most of them were simply skinny from lack of food. There was a wide variety of beggars, and few were disabled.

The situation in Minqing County was quite different. There were many beggars, but apart from a few who were too old to move, none of the others were in good health.

This surprised Ah Qi. He thought the world of beggars was the same everywhere, but the beggars in Minqing County showed him a different picture.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what exactly happened here and why was it so miserable?

Ah Qi was already very tall and thin, and after a bit of dressing up, smearing his hair and covering his face with ash, he looked like a starving ghost. His clothes were tattered, his hair was tangled, and his face was covered in charcoal ash, making it almost impossible to tell what he was like.

He stood there like a survivor crawling out of the rubble, making people feel pity for him.

When I sneaked into the land temple last night, it was not yet completely dark. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the roof of the land temple, adding a touch of warmth to this dilapidated place.

Ah Qi walked into the land temple with disheveled hair and timidity, trying his best to make himself look like a real beggar.

"You are safe and sound, why don't you run away? Do you still want to be kidnapped by the Japanese?" Ah Qi found a place with few people around. As soon as he sat down next to two beggars, one old and one young, he was poked by the little boy.

He turned his eyes and saw a boy of six or seven years old, with one sleeve empty and a very thin body. He and a blind old man were sitting on a pile of straw, which was obviously their home.

The little boy had a gaunt face, with a hint of alertness and uneasiness in his eyes. His clothes were tattered, and in such a cold day, his thin arms and legs were exposed, which made people feel sorry for him.

He looked at Ah Qi with a hint of doubt in his eyes. This was the question he asked just now.

Ah Qi was a little confused at first. How could being healthy be considered a sin? Was it because he looked too honest that he was easily bullied?

He looked at the little boy, then at the blind old man, and a wave of sympathy welled up in his heart. He saw that the blind old man pulled the boy's empty sleeve, and the little boy stopped talking, which proved that the old man's ears could hear.

Ah Qi pretended not to see what the grandfather and grandson were doing, but reached into his arms and pulled out two slightly dusty steamed buns and handed them over.

Ah Qi had taken these two buns from the boat. Before leaving, he had wiped them with charcoal ash, leaving a few fingerprints on them. Although the charcoal ash had a bit of a smell, it was still better than picking up something that had fallen into the mud and had to be eaten.

The little boy saw the steamed bun and grabbed it without hesitation. Although he only had one hand, his movements were not slow at all, which showed that he was very hungry.

"Grandpa, there are steamed buns, eat them quickly!"

The boy lowered his voice very low, almost whispering into the blind old man's ear. He quickly stuffed a steamed bun into the old man's hand and quickly put the other bun into his own arms, fearing that it would be snatched away by the beggar next to him.

Although his movements were urgent, they were also cautious, as if he was afraid of disturbing others. Fortunately, the others were far away and no one noticed his movements.

The blind old man was so thin that his cheekbones were high and his eye sockets were deeply sunken. Only the whites of his eyes were left in his eye sockets. At first glance, he looked a bit like a skull, the kind that could scare a child to tears.

He took the steamed bun with one hand, and stretched out five black fingers with the other hand, touched and pinched the bun handed to him by his grandson. Feeling the fluffiness and softness of the bun, some expression finally appeared on his face.

He grinned, the deep wrinkles on his face lifting slightly, and whispered with a smile, "It's steamed buns! Let's have some." The old man's voice was hoarse, but it was full of kindness. He looked in the direction of his grandson, his eyes full of doting and care. His grandson was the most important person in his life.

Si'er saw that his grandfather refused to eat the bun and pushed it to him again. His expression was a little sad. There was a hint of stubbornness in his eyes, but he took the bun without hesitation, put it in his mouth, and bit it.

Ah Qi thought that he would eat the steamed buns by himself and completely ignore the blind old man, and was feeling a little disappointed.

But unexpectedly, he took a small bite of the bun and handed it back to his grandfather. Although his action was simple, it was full of love and care, which moved people.

Si'er also said, "Each of us will eat half. Grandpa won't eat it, and Si'er won't eat it either."

Ah Qi watched this scene, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He had thought that the world of beggars was only miserable and helpless, but at this moment, he saw love and hope.

He saw the little boy's love for his grandfather, the old man's doting on his grandson, and how they still stood by each other in the difficult lives.

Ah Qi's eyes couldn't help but become moist. Life was a little hard, but as long as there was love, there was hope.