C5 The Wind and Clouds Followed the Waves

A little boat on the bridge,

The river breeze blew the wine cold.

The cold crows chanted in a low voice.

The beauty was wet with tears.

Lovesick full moon,

Wandering had nowhere to find.

Cold Winter Lotus Pond Crossing.

It was hard to keep any warmth.

The streets in the early morning were deserted. When the chickens cried for the third time, they had already finished their hard work for the whole night. They climbed into their wife's warm bed. The cold wind was bleak and the leaves were flying everywhere. There was still two hours before the sunrise. This was also the most difficult two hours before dawn.

The manure delivery worker woke up early in the morning and pushed his manure truck onto the road that was not very wide. He wanted to reach every household as fast as possible and collect the manure, so as to not delay everyone from enjoying the most beautiful day of the day.

As one of the lowliest characters in the city, the manure carriers often lamented their own destinies. Why were some people able to ride a big horse, wear luxurious clothes, and walk around the city all day long? Some people could get drunk on money, be warm, and do not have to worry about their livelihood.

As for him, he could only reluctantly lift up the warm bedding while everyone was still sleeping and deal with the filth.

He didn't dare to think about it often, because when people compared their lives with others, they would always feel that their lives were sad. A hardworking person, you can only live in this world by lowering your head and enduring hardships.

Old Ma was one of the manure workers. Like all the manure workers, he left early.

"Hey, young man, what's wrong with you?" After collecting the manure on the street, Old Ma wiped the sweat off his forehead with a shiny black cloth. He parked the manure truck aside because he saw a young man lying in the middle of the road.

The young man was still sleeping soundly with a wine gourd in his hand. It looked like he was having a hangover. It was common for such a person to pick up manure. But it definitely wouldn't be such a cold day.

In such weather, even if one hid in bed, they would still shiver, not to mention lying down on the street for the whole night.

Old Ma dragged him to the side of the road and pinched the person who pinched him. Only then did the young man wake up a little, but he did not seem to be awake because he kept muttering the word, Wine!

As expected, Old Ma saved another drunkard today, but no matter if it was an alcoholic or someone else, as long as it was a living person, Old Ma would not leave him by the side of the road.

The wheels of the septic truck kept turning on the stone road, making creaking sounds. The young man rubbed his head and narrowed his eyes to look at the gray sky.

Suddenly, he smelled a foul smell and felt nauseous. He almost vomited out all the wine he had drunk last night.

Old Ma looked at the veins on his neck that had bulged due to excessive vomiting and laughed softly. "Alright, alright, I'll be fine as long as I spit it out!"

Only then did the young man notice that he was sitting on a plank cart. There were no other passengers on the plank cart, only him and a few manure buckets.

After glancing at the manure buckets out of the corner of his eye, he felt nauseous again. Old Ma chuckled and said, "What's wrong? Young man, do you think these septic tanks are smelly?"

The young man covered his nose and nodded. Only then did he notice that there was a driver in the cart.

The reason why a person was in dire straits. . . It was because this person took everything for granted. They were unwilling and unhappy to change their lives. They would do what they were supposed to do, and they had never fought for it.

He originally thought that this carriage was also automated. It did not require people to drive it, nor did it require people to exert their strength. However, when he saw the beads of sweat rolling down Old Ma's face into the cold air, he suddenly realized that he was wrong.

He wanted to jump out of the car, but his legs did not listen to him. Only then did he remember that his legs had been broken seven days ago and had not recovered yet.

Xiao Nanfeng's face was full of stubble, his hair was disheveled, and his clothes were tattered. If he wasn't familiar with this person, it would be impossible for him to know that he was only twenty years old.

However, Old Ma knew because he knew that only young people would do such a stupid thing as drinking.

Anyone who had a certain amount of life experience would never expose their life to the freezing weather. Even a homeless person would find a comfortable corner and cover himself with two tattered straw mats, hiding in the snow for the whole night.

"Young man, what unpleasant things do you have? If you don't mind, then tell me! I am Old Ma. " Old Ma's words were very simple. He would never have the tone of a great family with a gun in their hands.

Xiao Nanfeng touched his injured leg and smiled faintly. "Old Ma, thank you for your hard work. You should put me down!"

Old Ma seemed to have noticed the injury on his leg and quickly stopped him. "Hey, hey, hey. Don't worry. We're just ahead of you. You haven't had a hot meal this early in the morning. Although I don't have any good hospitality for you, I still have a bowl of porridge. "

Xiao Nanfeng suddenly felt the corners of his eyes heat up. Rice porridge. What a good porridge. It was better than any kind of expensive wine. His wine was bought with money, but this bowl of porridge did not need money!

Old Ma's wife was a country woman. She was simple and generous. She did a good housework. Although the house was simple and crude, she cleaned it up so neatly and generously that it was impossible to tell that it was a manure delivery worker's house.

Especially the porridge she brewed. Xiao Nanfeng felt that he had never tasted such a delicious bowl of porridge in his entire life.

"Drink slowly. There's a lot in the pot!" Old Ma smiled and picked up a stick of dry smoke. He started to smoke. Xiao Nanfeng did not listen and drank eight bowls of porridge in a row.

It had been a long time since the couple had seen such a lively young man come home as a guest. Even if it was a relative of their family, very few people would come to their house as a guest, because their relatives always felt that their family was stinky.

"Young man, what's your name? Where are you from? " Old Ma saw that Xiao Nanfeng had eaten enough, so he stopped smoking and asked kindly.

"My name is Feng. Call me Feng. I came from another place. " Xiao Nanfeng really did not want to mention his name, because seven days ago, he was still the brightest star in Gusu City, but now!

The wrinkles at the corner of Old Ma's eyes narrowed into a line. He smiled and nodded, knocked on the pipe and asked, "Feng, do you have any relatives in Gusu that you can rely on? I don't think it's convenient for you to act. If you do, I will send it to you with that cart later! "

Xiao Nanfeng's eyes heated up again. He didn't ask who you were, but only cared about your safety. Wasn't this a relationship that only a person should have?

No, Old Ma's appearance had completely changed Xiao Nanfeng's attitude towards people. He suddenly realized that there were still many cute people in the world.

They were kind and hardworking. They did repetitive work every day, but they would never kill because they were all ordinary people. Their knives could only be used to cut vegetables, and they would never deliver knives to people's necks.

Xiao Nanfeng shook his head. "No, my family is gone. I came here to escape, so I have nowhere to go. I'll be leaving in a bit. Sorry to trouble you. "

Old Ma's hand suddenly stopped moving. He frowned and looked at this young man. He seemed to have some sympathy in his heart. He called his wife over. After discussing it carefully, Old Ma's wife happily went to the side room.

"Since you don't have a place to go, if you don't mind my place being a bit stinky, you can stay here and recuperate. It won't be too late to leave when your legs are more convenient. " Old Ma suggested earnestly.

Xiao Nanfeng still wanted to act tough, but reality told him that if he continued to walk around randomly. . . Then his legs have no hope of recovering. He nodded excitedly, then suddenly shook his head. "But I, I don't have money"

He was like a helpless child, lowering his proud head. Old Ma took a puff of smoke and smiled. "Don't worry! Your Uncle Ma doesn't need money here. As for you, just rest in peace and recuperate. As for wine, I can't afford you, but I can still manage the simple meals. "

Night. It was a misty night. Everyone had fallen asleep, but Xiao Nanfeng was very awake. He had been woken up by a nightmare. After waking up, he could no longer sleep.

The night seven days ago was also this cold. Xiao Nanfeng left Merlin and went to that sad place to get drunk on the streets.

He didn't have any money on him, so he could only give that knife to the winery and exchange it for a bottle of wine. A divine knife that killed without blood was exchanged for a bottle of wine. If it was in the past, it would definitely become a huge piece of news that everyone in the city knew.

However, it was no longer possible now. No one would cause a sensation just because he sold a saber, because he had practically become the public enemy of the entire city.

After he defeated Dugu Xin, Dugu family had long regarded him as a thorn in their side. Who would have thought that not long after that, he would accidentally kill the old man of Murong family, Murong Ying. Such a deep-seated hatred was deeply rooted in their bones.

He had offended these two families. You can forget about living well in this city.

Obviously, Xiao Nanfeng didn't have a good life now. He was drinking and wandering around. He couldn't find a place to stay at all. The Gusu, which he lived in all year round, had become a strange city in the blink of an eye.

However, all the shops opened by the Murong family and Dugu family wouldn't give this man any more drinks. They wouldn't allow him to stay overnight either. They hadn't killed him yet. That was because of the morality of the Jianghu.

Only when the successors of the family grew into a swordsman who could defeat him, they would officially challenge him and take back the glory that belonged to them.

This will take a long time. Therefore, Xiao Nanfeng still had a long time to live. He absolutely could not die, because he could not die.

If he died, there would be a stain on the history of the two great families. If he died, then their glory would never be taken back. Therefore, whenever he was hungry like a dead dog, someone would throw him a bone that was half eaten from the roadside.

Just like that, he lived for seven days. Seven days was definitely not a long time for a person's life. But for Xiao Nanfeng, it had been a lifetime.

Seven days later, he disappeared from everyone's line of sight. Some people said he was dead. Some said he left alone. In short, no one knew that he had become the helper of a manure delivery worker!

That's right, manure delivery workers were people who would only come out to work when they were sleeping, so his whereabouts became a mystery.