Tian Yuan

Chen Qingyuan looked at him with a puzzled look but did not reach out his hand yet.

"My lady feels sorry for you and gives you this reward."

The young man stuffed the leftovers into Chen Qingyuan's hands and explained the reason.

"Who is your young lady?"

Chen Qingyuan took a look at the leftovers in his hand and his appetite was whetted.

The rice is mixed with a little oil and tastes quite fragrant.

"You don't recognize this sign?"

The young man pointed to a pattern on his clothes and asked back.

"I don't know." Chen Qingyuan shook his head.

"You don't even know this, you are not a local!" the young man asked in surprise.

"I escaped here."

Chen Qingyuan replied.

"No wonder." The young man suddenly realized and explained: "Yucheng, Miaofu Inn. Although our young lady has a hot temper, she is a well-known kind person, beautiful and kind-hearted. Unfortunately..."

The young man hesitated and did not dare to say more. He then pointed to the inn not far away. It had four floors and covered a large area. There were many merchants and diners coming in and out.

The young man felt honored, even proud, to be a waiter in the inn.

"What's a pity?"

Chen Qingyuan became a little interested.

"You'll know once you live here for a while. I dare not say anything."

The young man shook his head, unwilling to continue. Gossiping behind someone's back would easily lead to a beating.

"Just put your bowl on the table at the door when you're done." The waiter had other things to do and didn't have time to chat any further, so he gave these instructions before leaving.

After walking a few steps, the young man paused, thinking of something, and turned back to say, "If you want, you can go to the backyard of the inn every morning to help out. There's no pay, but you'll get a meal, and you won't starve to death. The future is still long, and no one will give you charity all the time. You have to earn your own living."

Without waiting for Chen Qingyuan to say thank you, the young man turned around and left.

"My luck is not that bad. After all, I met some kind people."

Chen Qingyuan didn't mind that it was leftovers and started eating it with big mouthfuls.

"tasty."

I finished the meal in no time and gave some comments.

As the young man said, I put the empty bowl at the door of the inn.

I put down the bowl and was about to leave when I suddenly heard a shrill voice that made my ears hurt.

"Did I owe you guys this in my previous life?"

"Can you move faster, one by one? Haven't you eaten?"

"Didn't you see that a guest had arrived at table number six? Why don't you hurry over and pour some tea? Why are you standing there like an idiot? Do you want me to invite you over?"

Her voice was clear, but too loud, making her sound bold and rough, without the tenderness that a woman should have.

Out of curiosity, Chen Qingyuan walked to the door of the inn, poked his eyes out, and saw the girl standing on the second floor and cursing loudly.

She was wearing a simple floral dress, her hair was tied up on top of her head with a wooden chopstick stuck in her hair, and her hands were on her waist, pointing from time to time.

It is not difficult to guess that this girl, who is about twenty years old, should be the lady of Miaofu Inn and the biological daughter of the innkeeper.

Just as the waiter said, his daughter is pretty, but unfortunately...she has a big mouth.

If she didn't say anything, she would be a perfect lady from a noble family, graceful and elegant.

When she opened her mouth, there was not a trace of girlish tenderness.

Many guests come here specially to eat and stay. On the one hand, it is because of the reputation of Miaofu Inn, and on the other hand, they want to see the legendary Miss Miao with their own eyes. She is indeed different from ordinary women and is amazing.

"What is that guy hiding at the door looking at?"

Just at this moment, Miss Miao who was on the second floor glanced in the direction of the door and happened to meet the eyes of Chen Qingyuan who was watching the excitement. She immediately raised her voice and shouted loudly.

"Passing by, passing by."

Chen Qingyuan quickly stepped back, turned around and walked aside, no longer observing.

"Cowardly thing."

After complaining quietly, Miss Miao changed her target and continued shouting.

Whenever she saw a poor person, Miss Miao would ask the innkeeper to bring some leftovers. She had given alms to many people, and with so much work to do every day, she had no impression of Chen Qingyuan and didn't care.

There is a bridge hole near Miaofu Inn, which is crowded with many beggars and poor people.

Chen Qingyuan didn't try to squeeze in with them. He just found a bigger tree, sat under it and made do with it.

As for the original corner, it was occupied by someone else because of the time spent returning the bowl.

"What is the point to be alive?"

Looking at these poor people shivering in the cold wind, Chen Qingyuan couldn't help but ask this question, whispering to himself.

I suffer every day, and living is a torment.

Even so, they still did not give up. There was a glimmer of hope deep in their hearts, believing that if they persisted, they would surely usher in the warm sunshine.

The cold wind howled, and Chen Qingyuan shivered and huddled up into a ball, thinking, "To conceal my whereabouts and ensure nothing unexpected happens. There is no other way, I have to do this."

Chen Qingyuan actually didn’t take ordinary old things seriously.

What I am most worried about is the power of the law from the other side. If there is a flaw, it will be a devastating blow.

The cold wind was biting and I couldn't sleep all night.

The first ray of warm sunlight penetrated through the layers of clouds and mist, shining on the ground, dispelling the chill and making Chen Qingyuan feel much more comfortable.

"Go check the back door of Miaofu Inn."

Chen Qingyuan has not forgotten this.

Staying alive is the most important task at this moment. Surviving these few years is crucial.

When we arrived at the back door, there were more than twenty people in ragged clothes standing there, both men and women, old and young.

Chen Qingyuan looked at these people, lips tightly closed, to see what was going on.

"Click——"

The door opened.

A middle-aged man walked out. The clothes he wore were made of pretty good material, which showed his identity: he was the manager of the backyard.

Then, the manager explained the requirements to everyone: "Move goods, wash vegetables, sweep the floor, mop the floor, etc. Work hard, so that you can earn a living."

After saying that, the manager began to assign tasks, not leaving out even five-year-old children and people over sixty years old, and arranged for them to do easier work that would not hurt their bodies.

In fact, these tasks in the backyard were not difficult, and could be done by just sending two waiters. However, Miss Miao wanted more people to have food to eat, so she specifically instructed the backyard housekeeper to try to provide food for everyone who came.

The manager had been a poor man in the past, so he did not despise poor people. He only hated those lazy people who had all the limbs necessary but refused to work.

In just half an hour, Chen Qingyuan finished his work and got a piece of coarse cake. If he ate sparingly, it would be enough for a day.

"thanks, thanks."

Everyone bowed and expressed their gratitude sincerely.

"Let's go!"

The steward invited everyone to the back door, nodded, waved his hand, and closed the door.

Chen Qingyuan took the cake and planned to find a place to rest.

While passing by a street, I saw three children kneeling on the roadside begging, and I felt pity for them.

Without hesitation, he divided the cake in his hand into three pieces, placed one in front of each child, and then turned and left.

Not long after he left, someone came here.

It was Miss Miao and her two servants, holding a basket full of food.

"Who is that person?"

Miss Miao looked at Chen Qingyuan's back as he walked away, squinting her eyes, and felt that he looked vaguely familiar.