Chapter 1083: Three hundred and eighty seven

Chapter 1083 Chapter 387: Partial door is not a business
The little widow who lost her father went back to her natal home, and there was no relative in the city. What's so strange that the small courtyard became a beggar's den.
The weak woman with her paralyzed younger brother will have more difficulties in the future. Tang Luo doesn't know why Tian Xiu'er has come up with such an identity, but only from the prying eyes they noticed after they entered the city, the magpie nest is The thing is just the beginning.
Even the onlookers all had a bad smile on their faces. Can anyone count on someone to come out to uphold justice?
This is why the way of a saint is to keep improving.
Because most of the time, you can only rely on yourself!
Facing the group of beggars holding steel forks and long sticks, Tang Luo in a wheelchair only frowned, and the spirit of the pinnacle erupted, and the powerful spiritual pressure caused the heaven and earth waves to lift the fallen leaves in the courtyard. It was even scared that the group of beggars backed back again and again.
The group of people watching with inexplicable smiles lost the mood to watch the excitement at the moment, and suddenly dispersed, returned to the house, and closed the door tightly.
She thought she was a helpless little widow pushing her crippled brother, but she was a strong dragon.
For this group of ordinary people who wandered around the market, the warrior of the mortal realm, even if it was a disabled person, was an extremely terrifying existence.
As Tang Luo's aura broke out, the group of ferocious little beggars were scared to death, and even the weapons in their hands dropped to the ground.
He was about to intimidate the doves who occupied the nest, but found that the wheelchair suddenly moved. Tang Luo turned his head incomprehensibly and found that it was Sister Xiu'er who was pulling the wheelchair upside down and preparing to go out.
"What are you doing?"
"I came to the wrong place."
"That's right!"
Tang Luo, who had already retreated to the door, glanced at the number plate and said confidently.
"Really wrong."
Sister Xiu'er turned the wheelchair around with a smile, and moved Tang Luo's face away from a dozen pairs of horrified eyes: "I remembered it wrong, we don't live here!"
"Really?" Tang Luo said suspiciously: "Didn't you say that you have a good memory and will never forget anything?"
"Humph. You talk a lot!"
Reaching out and patted Tang Luo's head, Sister Xiuer pushed her wheelchair out of the alley.
Remembering wrong is never wrong, but all identities in the world want to be seamless, there must be back and forth.
The little widow is a real person, but she left Chaochang alone not to save her family, but to commit suicide.
After burying the little widow, Brother Tian found out the details of the other party and used it as an identity that could be impersonated.
In essence, she was no different from these little beggars, they all wanted to take the poor woman's property.
But after all, there are some differences. At least she and Luo Tang still have many choices, but the group of little beggars don't.
Since the Xiang clan took control of Chaochang, many businesses that could not be put on the table before have become popular, such as gambling stalls, prostitutes, and population trading.
These businesses were strictly controlled when Yun clan was in charge, but now under Xiang clan’s rule, there is already a dedicated market area.
It is under this background that beggars and vagabonds have become the most dangerous occupations in Chaochang. After the Xiang family entered Chaochang, the number of vagrants on the street suddenly dropped by 60 to 70%.
Many people who don’t know what to do here praised Chaochang’s New Deal and felt that this was a sign of Chaochang’s prosperity.
But in fact, the competition between Chaochang today will only be more intense than before, because Yunshi, who is proficient in business rules, will regulate the merchants in each region, so that vicious competition can be avoided to the greatest extent.
However, after Xiang took office, drastic reforms said that the market would naturally survive the fittest. As a result, regional competition would be unprecedentedly fierce.
But in the eyes of ignorant outsiders, today's Chaochang is thriving, and new shops are emerging one after another. Whoever makes a fortune today will have a new family established tomorrow.
In the eye of good news, who saw the losers who were squeezed to survive, the former bosses who should have lived decently but are now precarious.
The children in that courtyard are all similar in appearance. They are brothers and sisters. If they were driven out of the courtyard according to Tang Luo's method, they would disappear on the street in a few days.
For them, it was just a different place to live; for these children, it was forcing them to die.
The wheelchair went out of the alley, and the warm winter sun sprinkled on their faces, making people squinted with comfort.
This kind of warmth in this bitter cold day may be happiness.
The squinting sister Xiu'er raised her head to meet the light, but when she embraced Xiaoqiu, she made an untimely sound.
"I have to remind you that now we are penniless, and with your strength, you obviously have not reached the level of absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon or eating the soil to survive. Now that we have given up the house, where should we find Where to stay?"
Tang Luo raised his head and glanced at the sky, curling his mouth and said: "Also, the sun halo is three more rainy, and the moon halo is wind at noon. This corona and the southwest wind are not little luck in winter, but the tranquility before the cruel wind and snow. , When the road is covered by snow and ice, you will really sleep on the street!"
Sensibility is of course happy. A gust of wind and a ray of light can be the cause of happiness, but if you look far and wide, this little luck is only short-lived and illusory.
After all, the warm sun in winter is not as good as the hot kang in the house, and the fresh air does not rush the satisfaction of food.
For Tang Luo, everything is empty without first solving real problems, but for Sister Xiu'er, the warm sun in this winter is the tangible evidence of being alive!
"You are so boring!"
Rolling her eyes, Sister Xiu'er pushed her wheelchair angrily.
Don't be boring, Tang Luo shrugged and said: "Otherwise, let me fix a book. In this case, you can guarantee your little luck in the winter and meet our physical needs. Isn't it beautiful?"
"Huh." Sister Xiu'er snorted disdainfully: "I'm such a big person, even the only thing I can do to eat and drink is to go to the house to fix the book, which is ashamed!"
This is the first time that Tang Luo heard this kind of value on the road of respecting martial arts. He couldn't accept it for a while, and retorted: "Who said I only have this way, but whenever there is a gold coin, I will let you know. What is the style of the God of Gamblers!"
"What's the skill to get the side door." Sister Xiu'er curled her lips: "Only the most unpromising Yun disciple will choose the side door business."
"??" Tang Luo looked inexplicable, which family did not do side-to-door business, how come to Sister Xiu'er, it became worthless.
"Not convinced?" Sister Xiuer glanced at Tang Luo and explained: "If you think about it carefully, gambling is just putting your money in my pocket or transferring my money to your pocket. The gains of one party necessarily mean the losses of the other. What kind of business is this?!"
(End of this chapter)