Chapter 1 Start with a bowl

Author: Yuer Xiaoxiao

Chapter 1 Start with a bowl

The long street was cold and windy, and occasionally a few pedestrians walked quickly with their backs hunched and their necks hunched.

The broken snow crunched softly when stepped on.

The sky was gloomy, and two jackdaws were chirping sadly around the ruins.

In this weather, even the birds probably couldn't find anything to eat and could only hover helplessly.

In front of the half-collapsed Earth Temple, a few tender green shoots had already been poked out from among the broken bricks and tiles.

Several half-grown men in ragged clothes were lying or sitting leaning against the broken wall on the street. They looked eagerly at the pedestrians passing by, and they all sighed.

Chen Ping used all his strength to half-prop his body. He felt like he was about to collapse. His mind was dizzy and he couldn't see clearly.

After a while, I saw a broken bowl in the mud, water and snow in front of me. It was empty.

Looking down, he saw a leg, reversed from the knee joint, bent into a weird arc... Most people can't do this kind of posture, it is obviously broken.

If it weren't for the excruciating pain that came from his leg and still lingered in his mind, he could hardly believe that it was his own leg.

'My leg is broken. When was it broken? It's not right...'

When he was twenty-two years old, Chen Ping succeeded in the thirty-sixth leg training and was able to break eight poplar trees as thick as the mouth of a bowl with one kick. At that time, his legs became a bit "ugly".

The muscles are knotted and the skin is thick with calluses...

Now this leg has thin skin and tender flesh, no calluses, and is not strong. The red, swollen and broken areas are as bright as peaches and plums.

"This is not my leg."

Chen Ping murmured to himself, and suddenly stretched out his dirty and dark hands. He saw that the fingers were long and slender, and there were bloodstains and wounds on the palms and fingertips. He had a vague guess in his heart, and he raised his eyes and looked around.

As soon as you enter, you can see pedestrians dressed in retro style, some carrying knives and carrying swords, running fast.

The houses are low and low, with several two- and three-story buildings that look antique, with cornices and corners...

"Your legs, of course."

Next to him, a half-grown boy with a dull face struggled to catch the louse in his armpit with one hand, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and turned his head to look over.

"Boss Yan kicked your leg off that day. I saw it with my own eyes."

The man's left arm was broken at the elbow. The wound didn't seem to be completely healed, and there was still a trace of blood oozing out.

However, he didn't seem to feel any pain. His eyes were dull, and when he looked at Chen Ping, there was an unspeakable meaning.

I don't know if it's pity or ridicule.

It was pity that the companions around me might have been injured and had a fever, their brains were burned out, and they couldn't tell the current situation for a while.

Or are you mocking the pitiful situation you are in? Who can survive longer than others?

Chen Ping, who was in a state of violent shock, couldn't make a clear distinction for a moment.

"Your hand?"

Chen Ping was a little puzzled by his attitude, and he didn't feel comfortable asking about his own situation, but he basically understood that he might have traveled through time.

His current identity seems to be that of a beggar, suffering from injuries and illnesses and being extremely hungry.

The situation is somewhat difficult.

"It's okay, I cut it myself."

The half-grown man spoke in a tone as if he was cutting off someone else's hand, and his voice had no fluctuations.

"Last year, there was a snowstorm. In order to avoid the Northern Zhou Huqi, my fellow countrymen and I went south to escape. There was no food on the road, and my sister was kidnapped by some beasts...

I chased them for two days and killed those beasts... During the fight, my left arm was hit by a poisonous arrow. I had no other choice but to chop it off."

This is a wolf killer!

Chen Ping's eyelids twitched fiercely, understanding the desolate and bloody meaning in this kid's calm words, and he didn't ask whether his sister had been rescued.

He turned around and looked again, and on the right was a young man with a crooked mouth and salivation. This man didn't even raise his head, he just stared blankly at his red and swollen broken leg, and kept swallowing his saliva.

Grass……

"So, I have a broken leg and a broken hand, so I am a disabled beggar, and so is that one..."

"Well, he's not very smart. He's called Dasha. You have to be careful that he chews your legs off like chicken legs. He can't tell the difference."

"Where are the other two?"

Chen Ping noticed that there were two people not far away. The same clothes were not covering their bodies, they were dirty, and they had the same broken bowls in front of them. They looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

But their hands and feet are complete, and their faces are even quite clean and a bit delicate.

There are snow residues on the eyebrows. I must have wiped my face with snow. I am a very particular person.

Even if you are reduced to begging for food, you still have to show your most beautiful side to outsiders.

"They..."

The young man drawled his voice.

"The little table and the little stool are brothers. They went to private schools for several years. After their families fell into decline, they wanted to get ahead, so they cut themselves off and wanted to work as an errand in Prince Jinghai's palace. But they didn't want them, so they lived on the streets."

Indeed, he can be considered a disabled person.

Chen Pingping's skin twitched, and he finally confirmed something. His situation was more difficult than he imagined.

After hearing this, the two sunflower brothers, who were trying their best to show their best side, lowered their heads.

"Left hand is broken, why do you need to expose someone's scar?"

As a clear voice sounded, a thin figure flashed out from behind.

The man said something, walked quickly to Chen Ping, held his hands to help him sit upright, took out a chicken leg and a big white steamed bun from his arms, stuffed them over, "Eat quickly, you have been hungry all day and night.

You were injured again. I was worried that you wouldn't wake up before. It's okay, it's okay."

Who is this and why are you so nice to me?

When I first arrived, I didn’t have any original memories in my mind.

For a moment, Chen Ping just looked at the newcomer blankly.

His clothes were in tatters, and his face was covered in black and yellow paint. His appearance was completely unrecognizable, except for his pair of dark eyes, which were filled with concern.

There is also a bump on the opponent's head, with blood stains oozing from it...

From his body shape to his clothes to the food in his hands, Chen Ping had a rough idea.

This is also a little beggar, probably a little younger.

Maybe eleven or twelve, maybe thirteen or four, anyway, I'm so skinny that I can't tell my age.

So, chicken legs and steamed buns.

"Is it stolen?"

"What's stealing? Cheng Laoxi of Fuyuan Restaurant is so evil that he would rather dump the unfinished food in the manure pit than give us any charity...can he call it stealing if he takes some leftovers from their house?"

The little guy spoke plausibly.

If you ignore the swelling on his head that was punched out by someone, it is indeed somewhat convincing.

As he spoke, he took out two short bamboo poles, stretched out his waist, and straightened Chen Ping's injured leg. He also pulled out a rope he found somewhere, and tied the injured leg with the bamboo poles.

"Can you still do this?"

"I know a lot."

The little guy raised his face and smiled. His face was so flowery that it was difficult to see his appearance, but it gave people a sunny feeling.

Zuo Duanshou forcefully moved his eyes away from the chicken drumsticks and steamed buns, looking for something to say: "You picked up Hua Lian. Those days I thought he was going to die, but he still came back alive.

You would rather go hungry yourself and give him a bite of food. So, don’t feel sorry for yourself, just eat what you need to eat, and live every day as a day."

He has now determined that when Hua Lian'er went out to get food... due to injury, cold, and perhaps fever, this person's brain was completely burned out and he couldn't remember anything.

Chen Ping nodded, smelling the aroma of chicken legs and steamed buns, it seemed as if seventeen or eighty little hands stretched out from his stomach, pulling, twisting and tearing hard. The taste was simply indescribable...

His eyes began to become slightly bloodshot, and he just wanted to swallow the food in his hand.

People who are not extremely hungry will never understand this feeling.

Just as he was about to put the chicken drumstick to his mouth, the wind blew up behind his ears.

Like a conditioned reflex, Chen Ping tilted his head slightly and moved away.

Bang...

Half a brick hit the ground hard, and a big dirty hand passed under the chicken leg.

Turning around suddenly, he saw Dasha's big face with a crooked mouth.

He actually let go of the robbery.
To be continued...