Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

"Ugh, get up, you're taking my spot."

Fang Zheng felt two kicks to his waist in a daze. He opened his eyes, and the sunlight was a little dazzling.

He had actually slept straight from the afternoon until noon the next day.

The first thing Fang Zheng did after waking up was to get up and look in front of him.

This look immediately stunned him; the space in front of him was completely empty.

He looked up at the person who had just kicked him.

It was a young beggar, his face covered in dirt, staring at him.

Fang Zheng's eyes immediately flashed with a fierce light: "Where's my bowl?!"

"Bowl? What bowl? Where did a bowl come from? You're taking my spot," the little beggar said angrily.

Damn... The bowl is gone. I made another rookie mistake.

Why couldn't I stop myself from falling asleep, damn it!

Fang Zheng slowly got up and leaned against the wall, grabbing his messy hair in annoyance.

"Are you leaving or not? If you don't leave, I'm calling for backup," the little beggar threatened, seeing that he didn't intend to leave.

Fang Zheng looked up at him.

Seeing him holding a bowl, he said calmly, "Do you have anything to eat? Give me a bite; I'm starving."

The little beggar was amused. Begging for food from a beggar, and speaking so toughly, it was the first time he had seen it!

"Hey, bro, it's only been a few days since the New Year; you shouldn't be starving. Be nicer."

"How about my pants? I'll trade them with you."

The little beggar looked at Fang Zheng's pants and revealed two rows of small yellow teeth.

"Hey! Deal! I have a bowl of rice soup here."

With that, he handed over the bowl in his hand.

Fang Zheng took the bowl and immediately poured the rice soup into his mouth.

He immediately regretted it as soon as it entered his mouth. Who knows what this broken bowl had contained? It had a fishy, musty smell!

Not to mention the murky rice soup, which was both fishy and sour!

As soon as it entered his mouth, Fang Zheng felt like he had been hit on the back of the head with a club!

However, having been hungry for several days, there was nothing to be picky about. This stuff was better than eating bugs, no matter how bad it tasted.

Seeing him finish the rice soup in one gulp, the little beggar exclaimed, "Wow, you must have been extremely hungry. I couldn't even drink this stuff; I was just about to throw it away."

CNM!

Fang Zheng wiped his mouth, and a hint of veins appeared on his forehead.

It would have been better not to drink it. The more he drank, the more uncomfortable his stomach felt. He needed to eat something dry.

He looked up at the little beggar again and asked, "Do you have anything else to eat? I'll trade my boots with you!"

The little beggar looked at Fang Zheng's boots again, a look of disgust on his face: "Your boots are good, but the soles are leaking. I don't want them."

"Alright, you're lucky today. You ran into me. The Chu family's young lady distributed steamed buns this morning. I'm full. I still have half a leftover cake from yesterday; you can have it."

As he said that, the little beggar handed over half a cake.

Fang Zheng reached out and snatched it, quickly stuffing it into his mouth and swallowing it in a few bites.

After half a cake, his stomach felt much better, but he still felt exhausted.

He turned sideways, put his arm under his head, and continued to sleep.

Seeing him lie down again, the little beggar quickly said, "Take off your pants! Are you trying to cheat me?"

Fang Zheng closed his eyes and shouted, "Damn beggar, get lost!"

Hearing this, the little beggar's face turned red. He grabbed his collar and shook him vigorously, angrily saying, "Damn! What do you mean? Aren't you a damn beggar? How dare you trick me!"

Fang Zheng was annoyed by the shaking and quickly patted the little beggar's hand, helplessly saying, "Alright, alright! Can't we beg together? You can have all the extra money. Just buy me a steamed bun in the evening. No, I want a sesame cake."

The little beggar angrily said, "Did you just enter the industry? Can two people begging together earn more money? And you still have the nerve to order food from me?"

Hearing this, Fang Zheng was also angry. His dark history was also part of his career, and he would never allow others to insult it!

"I just entered the industry? When I was begging, you didn't even know where you were!"

"I'm going to sleep; you beg for your food. Don't talk nonsense to me!"

With that, Fang Zheng moved a piece of ground for him and wrote a few words on the ground. He put his hands on his chest and lay peacefully on the ground in front of the wall, like a dead man.

The little beggar was dumbfounded: "What... what are you doing?"

"Selling myself to bury my brother!"

"......"

"Find me a piece of cloth to cover my face. It's too dazzling."

"Hey! What if someone buys me?"

"Who would buy a stinky beggar like you? Stop talking nonsense."

The little beggar angrily kicked Fang Zheng a few times. Seeing that he was completely acting, he was a little speechless.

Helpless, he could only sit down against the wall, put the bowl in front of Fang Zheng, and found a piece of cloth to cover his face.

Then, he began to wail: "Brother! Ah! You died so tragically! How can I live without you!"

Passersby looked sideways.

"Keep it down, it's too noisy."

"Shut up!"

........

Two hours passed.

Fang Zheng had slept enough. He lifted the smelly rag from his face and slowly got up.

He immediately saw a passerby bending over to give money.

The passerby was looking at him with a terrified expression, trembling and saying, "A... a zombie?"

"You gave too little money. The King of Hell asked me to take you over to see what you poor wretch looks like!"

Fang Zheng looked at the one coin in his hand, his face full of displeasure, obviously his morning grumpiness hadn't subsided.

One coin? Are you kidding me?

The passerby screamed and ran away with the money....

The little beggar complained, "You say your attitude when begging is so bad! Couldn't you have gotten up later? We lost one coin!"

"I'm hungry. Go buy me a sesame cake," Fang Zheng said expressionlessly.

Having eaten something and slept enough, he now only felt a belly full of anger and frustration.

How did he inexplicably end up in this state?!

Damn it!

"Tsk tsk, I don't think you look like a beggar; you look like a master! How can you be like this?" The little beggar said with a face full of resentment: "Do you think I'm your servant?"

Fang Zheng took two deep breaths, and the stuffiness in his chest dissipated a lot.

Only then did he seriously look at the little beggar and ask, "I ask you, how long have you been a beggar?"

"I was born a beggar! Seventeen years!"

Seventeen years... He's been in the business much longer than me.

Fang Zheng leaned against the wall and sat down, glanced at him sideways, and said contemptuously: "Seventeen years, and you're still begging on the streets. What kind of food are you begging for? Little brother, don't say I'm too blunt, but a beggar like you is simply the scum of the beggar world!"

"You damn..." The little beggar's eyebrows flew up in anger, and he picked up the broken bowl to smash it over.

Fang Zheng raised his hand to stop him and continued, "If I were you, I would have earned several houses in seventeen years! If I didn't, I'd be a dog!"

The little beggar laughed angrily: "Bragging! Where are your houses? Aren't you begging like me! And you're begging from me! Where's your face?"

Fang Zheng waved his hand, his face full of nonchalance: "I'm not from here. I was persecuted and came here as a refugee. Houses? My houses are all in the capital!"

"Bullshit!"

"Bullshit? Come, come, come, consider yourself lucky, kid. Today, I'll teach you how to beg correctly...."