Chapter 5 says I'm begging for food

  I slumped to the side of the eaves, just wanting to crouch down and rest while cursing Yan Wang. Suddenly someone grabbed my arm, also with a fierce and menacing tone: "You're begging for food now? Get out of here!" The oily-headed little second, wearing a towel, pushed me away, I stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

  I turned around and scolded loudly: "Damn you, are you blind? You actually think my sister is a beggar?! You, you, you, be careful or I'll hit you to death with silver!"

  That little scoundrel stuck out his tongue at me and taunted, "Come on, come on..." Then he smiled smugly and said, "Have you ever seen silver before? You little beggar!"

  I pointed at him with my slender fingers trembling, just about to scold him loudly, when I suddenly discovered that my hand was so rough. This hand, indeed looked like a beggar's, although the lines were still okay, but it was dirty and coarse... I tried hard to suppress it, in modern me, my heart is not good, I'm used to enduring everything, I endured...

  "Disperse, everyone disperse..." Just as I was secretly feeling sentimental, suddenly a loud noise came from the front, and the crowd gradually dispersed. I saw a luxurious horse-drawn carriage rushing over from the front.

  Wow... a horse-drawn carriage, I wonder if my male lead is inside?

  I rushed over to the side, squeezing my head to see what was happening, and found that the crowd was eerily quiet. I looked around suspiciously, but saw a four or five year old boy with a tiger-like face, white and quietly cute, standing in front of the carriage. Not far from him were several middle-aged women dressed in luxurious clothes, screaming and wanting to go over but not daring to do so.

  When I see this little boy, I suddenly think of my younger brother in modern times. He is also at this age and is equally lovely. Because of my poor health, all the hopes of our family are pinned on him. At a young age, he has to learn this and that, without having his own childhood life.

  Thinking of this, I rushed up without hesitation.

  As I watched the carriage approach, all I could do was silently pray: God, please let me save this little boy. Anyway, I've already lived a second life, so if I die now, I'll still have made a profit.

  I rushed to the little boy's side, without thinking, and pushed him hard with a slap. Everyone gasped in shock, the child was instantly flung far away, his face turned pale with fright, even forgetting to cry.