Alam Mandala
Poor people

Three days passed from that incident. Bing Jiazhi finally met the person, and they had a conversation for a while and then Bing Jiazhi bailed because there was important business.

Throughout that conversation, only about their stories were not very important.

At that time the afternoon atmosphere was dominated by bright yellowish colors. The willow tree let the long leaves sway like a strand of a woman's hair. Several times it began to fall and landed on the wooden table below. Xiao Zhong sat there without noticing the falling leaves, he paid more attention to the yellowish light that was on the western horizon with a swarm of birds flying through the sky and making a melodious sound.

He sighed then stuffed the lump of rice on the table, then chewed it for a while. Then take a cup of water and drink it. Afterwards, he then looked towards the old hut nearby. He squinted his eyes at the bottom roof of the hut.

Two rats then came out and ran there and then came back in, and after that there was a shrill voice.

Zhao Zhong sighed, then crossed his hands and leaned against the willow tree behind him while raising both his legs on the table. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the wind caressing his skin and the sunlight warming his body.

However, then the sound of footsteps of some people made him upset. But when he opened his eyes, curiosity filled his heart. He wondered who the two teenagers were with his granddaughter.

Bing jiazhi who knew what Zhao Zhong wanted then lowered his head in salute. “You certainly know who I am sir. Child you helped a few years ago.”

Zhao Zhong frowned and recalled who he had helped before. His memory also reappeared when he separated from his wife and then adventured alone, then met many strong people, then saw various beauties and problems. Afterwards, he remembered a child he had helped. He was shocked and his face came up. “You were that time?!”

His face was shocked. Surely he would not have thought if the homeless child would have grown up this healthy and mature. The world is cruel to that child. Helping him, to Zhao Zhong was a form of defense in this cruel world.

He suspected that the child would not survive, but who knew what fate would befall everyone in this world? He grew to be strong and had a cultivation level high enough for his current age.

“Your name..”.

Zhao Zhong stopped and remembered Bing Jiazhi's name. His aging age made his memories extremely vulnerable, even though he had a high cultivation level.

Bing jiazhi replied, “Bing Jiazhi.”

“Really! Your name is Bing Jiazhi. Didn't expect you to grow up healthy and handsome.”

“This is one of them because thanks to you sir.”

Actually, Xiao Yuna was unwilling to serve Bing Jiazhi and Zhizhu, but since she had to be kind to her grandfather and was not allowed to fight back, she simply lowered her head and resentfully left.

While Zhizhu said nothing and he was not interested in anything around him. He just went with Bing Jiazhi to get something that can entertain him, but apparently no one can entertain him. His mood was now not very good, probably due to the frequent rain that had fallen recently.

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Finally Xiao Yuna made four tomato teas from the market. He sliced the tomato and then added a spoon of sugar to it, so that the sour taste of the tomato was reduced.

He served it and then sat down upset. When both his hands touched the table he called out to his Grandfather. “Grandpa! Grandfather must pay for the humiliation your granddaughter endured! My hand was hurt by that guy!” Xiao Yuna pointed at Bing Jiazhi with an annoyed face, then looked at her grandfather with complete innocence. “Grandpa! Besides, that girl also wants to kill me! How will grandfather avenge your grandson's humiliation?”

Zhao Zhong did not pay much heed to his granddaughter's nagging, because to him she was only an immature girl and could not figure out which one was the enemy and partner. Xiao Yuna just plainly without sorting through when she said it and said it according to her momentary mood.

“Na’er, forget it. What sweetmeat do you want?”

Xiao Yuna's pouting face suddenly brightened upon hearing her grandfather's seductive remark. Some sweets sprung up in his imagination. “I want everything! Grandpa! Please give me money!”

Blake it!

With a smile on his face, Xiao Yuna kicked down the table and shocked her grandfather. But it had no effect on Bing jiazhi and Zhizhu.

“Good..”.

Zhao Zhong could only resign. He then gave a bag of coins to his grandson and he then left with a beaming face.

Zhao Zhong's face was pitiful. It was his life's money a month with his granddaughter. Unthinkable, if he had to give it all up to his grandson. It cannot be denied if he is a poor swordsman and requires a lot of money. Only by carrying out a mission will he get money for his life.

Bing jiazhi then took something from under his cloak. “Master, it looks like you really need this...”.