The beggar looked to be nearly forty, with a beard on his chin, looking a bit sloppy.
He snorted disdainfully and shook the broken bowl in front of him.
"Hey, young master, either give money or stop bothering ."
"This Martial Arts Training Ground is bustling with people; anyone can co here. Why can’t I sleep here?"
Fang Wushen frowned, "No money! Even if I had, I wouldn’t give it to you."
He held Bai Zhi’er’s small hand, "Zhi’er, let’s go; let’s not argue with such a rascal."
But Bai Zhi’er still blinked her big curious eyes, looking at the beggar.
For so reason, faced with such clear and pure gaze, the beggar seed a bit uncomfortable.
He quickly looked away, then placed his hands under his head, lying down on the mat again.
Lying down was fine, except that when the beggar moved, his already ill-fitting clothes rode up again.
His pale belly and navel were exposed once more.
Perhaps feeling a bit embarrassed, the beggar tugged at his clothes, but lying down made the clothes feel even tighter.
In the end, he simply ignored it.
Seeing Bai Zhi’er not leaving, Fang Wushen asked, "Zhi’er, do you feel sorry for him?"
"Let tell you, Zhi’er, there are many beggars in the Capital, with hands and feet, but they are greedy and lazy."
"They don’t want to find proper work, preferring to beg for food with no effort."
"So, we don’t need to pity him."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes, "But if he’s lying here and catches a cold, it would be very uncomfortable!"
The little one thought for a mont, her round face full of innocent and obedient expression.
"How about this, Brother Wuxi, let’s bury him, okay? Just leave his head out, so his belly button won’t catch a cold!"
Fang Wushen and the beggar were both startled.
Bury him?!
Fang Wushen looked at Bai Zhi’er’s serious expression; it seed she really ant it.
He hesitated for a mont, glanced around, and started thinking, "Where can I find a shovel?"
The beggar suddenly sat up, angrily saying, "Enough already! Watching , is this fun?"
Bai Zhi’er fluttered her long eyelashes, "Not fun, but Uncle Beggar, having a cold belly is quite uncomfortable."
The beggar seed to get anxious, "Miss, with such a kind heart, why not donate so silver so I can buy proper clothes, and won’t expose my belly?"
He picked up the broken bowl again and shook it back and forth, indicating he wanted money.
"But I don’t have any money." The little one pouted, her eyes innocent.
The beggar snorted, "If you don’t have money, what’s the point of talking, can you be charitable just by speaking?"
"But Uncle Beggar, you can ask for money just by moving your mouth, how am I any different?" Bai Zhi’er retorted.
These words left the beggar speechless.
A look of bemusent flashed in his dark eyes.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes, "But we can make a trade!"
"What trade?" the beggar asked suspiciously.
"You help fly a kite, as high as you can, and I’ll treat you to a al." The little one said with a smile.
The beggar coldly snorted, "I’m not going, I’m lazy, I don’t want to move."
Bai Zhi’er turned to Fang Wushen, her childish voice decisive, "Brother Wuxi, let’s bury him, okay~"
The beggar almost jumped up, stomping his foot in anger, "Are you threatening !"
Bai Zhi’er’s bright eyes were clear, "So, are you going to do it?"
The beggar looked at the little one’s serious deanor, as if he refused, she would imdiately have Fang Wushen forcibly take him away.
He had no choice but to nod without dignity, "Alright then!"
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