Showdown: Hanba is hiding in my house

Chapter 153 The Little Man in a Bottle
Following this old man, Shen Lang came to an abandoned earth temple.

This is sad to say, because the evil sects in Baidi City occupy most of the country, and the so-called decent sects have already sunk. There are not many places where they can really stand firm.

The Earth Temple has been in disrepair for a long time. According to the old beggar, no one has repaired the Earth Temple for more than 20 years. Later, because of its dilapidation, fewer and fewer people came to offer incense. Until the past two years, it was completely abandoned. .

"Miaozhu has been away for ten years, but it's a pity that there is a statue of a land master." The old beggar carefully wiped the statue with his sleeve.

Shen Lang respected three sticks of incense, and he said, "Senior, have you lived here all this time?"

"Otherwise? If you look at the high-rise buildings in the city center, there is no place for me to wait for beggars. In addition, these annual holiday beggars are rampant, and there is no end for real beggars."

"Since people's lives are better now, why do they still want to be beggars?" Shen Lang was puzzled.

The old beggar put a kettle on top of a simple stove made of several bricks, and said: "The beggars are not only beggars, but also have the benevolence and righteousness of being a beggar."

The old beggar talked about a past event. He said that in the last years of the Ming Dynasty, the world was in turmoil. First, King Chuang made troubles in the capital, causing the emperor to hang himself to death. The surrender led to the invasion of the Eight Banners. The whole way was like a broken bamboo, and the Dashun army was beaten to the west without the power to fight back, and they retreated in a row.

After a series of events, such as Jiadian Satu, Yangcheng Ten Days, Jiangyin 81 Disaster, etc., the Minister of Military Affairs of North Korea either fled or surrendered.

Qian Qianyi, a great celebrity at the time, wanted to commit suicide by throwing himself into the water, saying that the water was too cold, and then transformed himself into Minister of Rites of the new regime and took the lead in cutting his hair.

All celebrities in the world are like this, let alone others?
However, there was a beggar during this period. Seeing the scene where the literati and bureaucrats did not want to serve the country, but scrambled to surrender, he was indignant. He wrote a poem on the Baichuan Bridge: "For 300 years, how can you escape civil and military? Tianyuan, a beggar is ashamed to survive."

So he led the beggars to rebel against the Eight Banners. Although he died, he still had integrity.

The old beggar sighed: "Everyone in the world looks down on beggars, but in the face of the righteousness of the world, beggars are not afraid of death, because beggars eat a lot of food, and naturally have the obligation to protect the people. Look at today... there are fakes everywhere... Beggars make no place for real beggars, and I don’t know how many people still remember the heart of defending the country.”

At this time, something appeared from behind the earth temple, which startled Shen Lang: "Grandpa!"

With a cry, he ran towards the old beggar.

This was a deformed child, who looked to be five or six years old, but his body was stuffed into a wine jar. The child staggered over, saw Shen Lang, and hid behind the old beggar in fear.

Shen Lang was so shocked that he was speechless, but at this time the old beggar took out a piece of Knockout candy from his dirty backpack, to put it bluntly, it was a piece of malt candy.

The child immediately licked and ate happily.

"Senior, this..."

"You have also seen the abducted child. This child can only grow up in a bottle. At the time when I was begging, I heard a child screaming in a yard. It is a pity that the old man tried so hard to get it. I can save one." The old beggar sat on a rock, looked at the child, and sighed.

Shen Lang took a closer look and found that the child's appearance was too pervasive.

The head is as big as the body, with twisted braids, and the neck is elongated by the narrow neck of the wine jar.

On both sides of the wine jar are two holes, which are convenient for hands to stretch out.

Also under the wine jar, there is also an exit for defecation and large size. Such a deformed body really makes people feel like a picture in a nightmare.

"Is this the Yin Pot kid?" Shen Lang asked.

The old beggar was taken aback for a moment, he held a bong and said, "You know?"

"I've encountered it before, it's a coffin maker's trick, I didn't expect..." Shen Lang frowned, "Then why don't you break this jar and let this doll come out?"

"Do you think this old man has never thought about it? Let me tell you, all the child's ribs have been taken away, so this wine jar is equivalent to ribs. The flesh and the altar wall have grown together. If you break the altar wall, little The child will be oppressed by his own skin and flesh." The old beggar clenched his fists, obviously trying to suppress his inner anger.

"How many members of the beggar gang are there now?" Shen Lang asked.

"Let's take Baidi City. There are less than ten people. Now that the living conditions are better, you can find a job in a factory and have enough food and clothing every day. Who would want to walk around the streets and lower their face to eat Baijia rice? I If it wasn't for this inheritance, I would have quit!" said the old beggar.

Shen Lang also secretly made up his mind, this child coffin maker has to go to a meeting, such a frenzied method is really outrageous!

He went to a nearby convenience store to buy some food, but it was very simple, a bag of instant noodles, some vacuum-packed food, a canned meat and a few ham sausages.

Although it is not rich, but in such a simple environment, it is still a pretty good lunch.

The old beggar seemed to be worried that Shen Lang would dislike his dirty pot, so he went to the river to wash it several times before starting to cook the noodles.

Shen Lang peeled the ham sausage and gave it to the child, he said, "What's your name?"

When the child saw the food, he put down his guard. He said, "I don't have a name, but my grandpa gave me a nickname, Jars."

"Jar? Haha...Okay, it's pretty good, do you want to eat anything else?" Shen Lang asked.

"Don't be so wasteful. There's still roast chicken." The old beggar took out the roast chicken Shen Lang bought for him before, as well as two bottles of palm-sized white wine, and handed one to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang has never tried such a bold way of eating.

Ham instant noodles with cured meat and roast chicken, then quench your thirst with white wine.

Shen Lang was also amused, and used the plastic roast chicken plate to pick up the noodles, and there were disposable chopsticks in the roast chicken plastic bag.

The old beggar said: "Don't throw away the chopsticks, they can still be used after washing."

"Okay, just listen to seniors." Shen Lang sat on the floor.

I passed a few old ladies in the distance and saw three people living in a dilapidated temple. One of the old ladies took out two green vegetables from the vegetable basket.

The old beggar got up immediately and said, "Thank you Bodhisattva."

"The kid's clothes are really interesting." The old lady laughed, but left anyway.

"Okay, there are meat and vegetables, this is a big meal! After eating and drinking enough, you can sleep well!" The old beggar was very proud, and he could see that he was usually hungry, Shen Lang thought. It is also a mixed bag.

(End of this chapter)