Jade Without Fragrance

   Chapter 106 Twelfth Moon

   The steward finally bought a house for 900 taels and arranged for someone to repair it according to Lin Hao's instructions.

  Axing's side didn't go well at first.

The little beggars who can survive on the streets will have no shortage of hearts. Suddenly a well-dressed and beautiful young man appeared and said that he would provide them with accommodation and food and drink. The first reaction was that he was not at ease, and he might coax them into something. Terrible place to go.

   On the contrary, he was an old beggar who couldn't hold on, so he followed Ah Xing without any hesitation.

  I have a bunch of old bones that are about to be buried, and I can't even get a few drops of oil to make soup. What are you afraid of?

   Lin Hao quickly made arrangements for the twenty or thirty old beggars that A Xing brought back.

   The newly bought house is still being repaired, and most of the old beggars can do the work such as sweeping and burning fire. The old beggars who have almost no ability to move have arranged for a doctor to diagnose and treat them.

   These people are getting old, and it is impossible for them to learn to read and write like the little beggars.

  What surprised Lin was that one of the old beggars who fell ill was actually a teacher in a private school. As long as he recovered from his illness, he didn't need to hire another teacher.

  A Xing looked at Lin Hao on a whim, and gritted his teeth to change back to his beggar dress.

  Lin Hao asked in surprise, "Where did you get your clothes, Ah Xing?"

  Axing looked a little embarrassed, and said in a muffled voice: "I'll go to my old friends first, and let them find other people after they live in and believe it."

   "That's a good idea." Lin Hao gave Ah Xing an admiring look.

  A Xing pursed her lips and asked worriedly, "Do you really have the money to support so many people?"

  Lin pushed him with a smile: "Come on, you don't need to worry about money. I still have a lot of gold and silver jewelry, I can't just sell one and I can get a lot of money—"

  A Xing subconsciously said: "Are you stupid—"

The words behind    were swallowed by the girl's clear eyes.

   He can have today because of her stupidity.

  A Xing refused to wear such clothes from the bottom of his heart, which reminded him of the desperation of watching his sick brother helpless under the living bridge.

   But such a fool, if he doesn't do what she wants to do, he will suffer even more.

   "I'm going." Ah Xing said awkwardly and ran out.

  Lin Hao raised the corner of his lips as he looked at the young man's flying back.

  God gave her a chance to be reborn. Her goal cannot only be hatred. Doing good deeds according to her ability is worthy of this luck.

   Ah Xing, who changed into a beggar's costume, really gained the beggar's trust. When the house was repaired, there were more than 100 little beggars living in.

  Lin Hao did this and didn't hide it from his family. Uncle Liu came over after hearing about it, and picked out a dozen or so martial artists and brought them back to the general's residence.

   The guards of the General’s Mansion were supposed to be trained from a young age, or selected from children born at home, or bought young children from the Jamaicans. This not only gave some beggars a way out, but also saved money. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

  The time soon entered the twelfth lunar month. The north wind was cold and the snow was blowing. It was so cold that people felt that going out was torture.

  The members of the Ruyi class finally came to the most leisurely time of the year. Apart from going to the big family to perform, they hid in the rented courtyard and made a fire. Of course, you can't stop practicing day after day. If you don't practice every day, you will be rusty, and you will lose your job.

   Among them, the one who practiced the most was Xiao Feng.

   In two days, the Ruyi class will go to the Marquis of Wuning's mansion to add to the happiness of Mrs. Marquis Wuning's birthday banquet. The people in the Ruyi class were beaming, knowing that they could have a fertile year.

The head of the class came over with his hands behind his back, and scolded the few people who were surrounding the stove to keep warm: "I know I'm lazy, don't know if I'm going to the Hou's mansion soon? At that time, so many noble people will watch, if the performance is bad, you won't be able to eat in the future. You can only go to the street to beg for food!"

   Several people were trained not to speak up.

   "Where's Xiao Feng?" The class teacher asked after scanning around.

   "Xiaofeng went to the back to practice silk dancing." One person replied.

   The class leader was even more angry: "Look at Xiaofeng, practice from morning to night, and look at yourself, don't make progress!"

   When the class leader left, one of them muttered, "Isn't it because Xiaofeng changed to dance silk that he kept practicing."

   Went to the Marquis of Wuning to add to the fun, and all the nobles present did not say it. It is said that the prince is still going, so naturally he can't dance the big sword, and Xiaofeng is best at dancing the sword. It happened that the person who was good at dancing silk fell ill. Although the people in the Ruyi class had their own strengths, in order to cooperate with each other and practice every skill, the class leader arranged for Xiao Feng to replace them.

   Although the class leader praised Xiaofeng for being diligent in front of several people, in fact, Xiaofeng is the one who is most worried. After all, he is not the best at it. If he misses on such an important occasion, it will be troublesome.

   He strolled around and went to the open space behind the courtyard.

   The red silk was thrown out of various arcs, flying around the clean and handsome teenager, even if there were no difficult movements, it was pleasing to the eye.

   The head teacher nodded in satisfaction.

   When he saw Xiaofeng dancing a knife on the street, he immediately fell in love with this child.

  Ruyi Ban often goes to high-profile and big-name households to perform arts, and it is much more pleasing to look good.

  Xiao Feng finished playing a set of movements, the class leader beckoned: "Xiao Feng, take a break."

   On such a cold day, Xiao Feng sweated on the tip of her nose, gasped for breath, and smiled, revealing her white and tidy teeth: "Class teacher, look for me."

   "Why don't you practice in the yard, there is no shelter outside, it's very cold."

  Xiaofeng wiped his sweat: "It's still a little hot when I practice. I've been practicing for a long time, and I'll make others rest in the yard."

  The class teacher was very pleased: "You kid is just a peace of mind. Don't practice for too long, just take a break when you need to."

   "Understood, class master, I'll go back after practicing for a while."

   The class leader nodded and walked away slowly.

  Xiaofeng stared at the back of the class leader and did not move for a while.

  The sky became chaotic, and the snow particles splattered and fell on his hair and clothes.

  Xiaofeng touched the tip of Liang Liang's nose and threw the ribbon out of her hand.

   He practiced his concentration, but he didn't notice a gray-clothed man wearing a hat gradually approaching.

  The cyan ribbon wrapped around the edge and flew out, and the end was caught by the man in gray, straightening the arc.

  Xiaofeng asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

  The man in grey loosened his ribbon and walked in front of Xiaofeng.

  Xiaofeng stared at him closely, but couldn't see the other side's face because of the hat.

   "What's the matter with you?" Xiaofeng tried to calm down her voice.

  The man in gray stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand lay a small flying knife.

   It turned out that the sharp edge was the flying knife that Xiaofeng used to cover up with the green silk.

  Xiaofeng's complexion changed greatly.

  The flood of fear made him want to turn around and run away, staying far away from the man in gray, but the only reason he had left told him that running away was useless.

   "What do you want? Who are you?"

  The man in grey was silent.

  The snow is getting bigger, and the rustling falls between the two, and the frozen atmosphere seems to be frozen.

  Xiaofeng's fingertips trembled violently, and the white air he exhaled was too thick to disperse.

   Finally, the man in grey spoke up.

   "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is this flying knife, I'm afraid it won't kill anyone."

   (end of this chapter)