"There is nothing to say. I saved a little beggar before. When I was about to starve, I gave him a steamed bun. Maybe in order to repay him, he taught me this kind of "meatballs" method," Jiang Dacheng said, stumbled the silver given by Zhang Jing.

"Beggar? Where is he now?" Zhang Jing looked directly at the shopkeeper, as if he had discovered something.

"The beggar has always been in poor health. It seems that he has some disease. The method of making this "meatball" taught me to die in a few days," Jiang Dacheng sighed.

"Dead?" Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes.

"Where was the body buried?"

"Later, the body was burned by the government organization. Why, do you know this person?" Jiang Dacheng asked.

"Maybe it was a friend of mine. Did he say anything strange before he died?" Zhang Jing raised his eyebrows when he heard the body was burned.

"Uh, I can't remember this. After all, it's been more than a year," Jiang Dacheng shook his head.

Zhang Jing nodded: "Thank you."

He couldn't remember it, but Zhang Jing could already make it up, it must be a national curse.

"The little beggar was buried in the bamboo forest ten miles south of the city. I also erected a monument for him. No matter what, it was his idea to make my business better. Unfortunately, I arrived (liao), and I don't know what his name was, and he never said it before," the shopkeeper sighed slightly, as if he was a pity for him.

Then, the shopkeeper left. When he knew that Zhang Jing was the friend of the little beggar, the shopkeeper returned the money Zhang Jing had just given him. According to his meaning, he had already made a lot of money from this "meatball".

After a while, Zhang Jing left here.

When I went to the bamboo forest that the shopkeeper mentioned just now, no matter what, the little beggar was probably his senior.

but,

Maybe it's bad luck, but it's actually wearing it.

Another world is not the same as this world. Maybe a small cold wind in this world can kill him.

"Erwa, how did you do this? Why is it such a big pit?" The shopkeeper finally discovered the pit that Zhang Jing stepped on.

Before, it might have been blocked by Zhang Jing inadvertently, which caused the shopkeeper to not see it, and the servant dared not say anything.

"Ah, I don't know, was it left by the guest just now?" The servant looked innocent.

Jiang Dacheng frowned and looked at the pit on the ground. This pit cannot be stepped on by ordinary people.

He guessed that the person who inquired about the little beggar was probably a master of the realm of true qi.

He still knows something about the world.

After Jiang Dacheng realized it, he felt relieved. If he hadn't answered well just now, would that person have killed him?

Maybe Jiang Dacheng felt more and more shocked when he heard the true energy that inadvertently penetrated when the little beggar died.

"Hurry and find someone to repair the place," Jiang Dacheng said to Erwa beside him.

"Hey, hey."

Zhang Jing bought some wine and vegetables.

He was full, but this senior was still hungry.

No matter how you say it is a "members" incident, you can't starve him.

Although Zhang Jing is not completely sure whether it is,

What if he doesn't matter,

What does it matter if it is yes or not, it is dead anyway.

It was a waste of energy, and Zhang Jing finally found the little beggar's grave.

This is not the little beggar's solitude, but it is actually more like a mass grave, with mounds of soil everywhere.

Of course, there is no need to think about what is inside those mounds.

Zhang Jing also sighed a little. The Zheng State government was quite conscientious and buried it when it knew it was dead.

However, it is more likely that it is fear of causing a plague.

Especially when it is hot, it is prone to rot, and the smell will be far away as soon as it floats.

The little beggar may be the only one with a monument here.

The materials on the monument are not very good, but they are much better than none. The boss of the meatball soup is a little conscientious.

Zhang Jing carried wine and meat to the front of the little beggar's tombstone.

It really has no name, and there are only a few words on it, "The Tomb of the Little Beggar."

Zhang Jing put the vegetables on the ground, picked up the wine and sprinkled it on the ground.

"I don't know if you are my fellow villager, let's just say it," Zhang Jing poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

Zhang Jing looked at the tombstone, and his thousands of words finally turned into one sentence, "Waste, really embarrass us time travelers."

Then, Zhang Jing turned around and left, not knowing each other himself, so what else can I say?

Maybe this time I came here on a whim.

Or just to mock it.

Zhang Jing himself didn't know about these things, but he actually had a lot to say.

For example, let’s talk about how you got here.

For example, compare him with gold fingers and so on.

However, Zhang Jing felt that even if he was a time traveler, he might not have any golden fingers, otherwise he would not have been so miserable.

He died at the beginning, who can stand it?

Even Zhang Jing had a few minions for him at the beginning.

Otherwise, I really can't make it.

No matter whether this little beggar is, it makes no sense to say this now. After all, he is dead.

He died very miserably, but he died of illness.

Zhang Jing held a bottle of wine in his hand and poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth from time to time.

This kind of wine is just a drink.

…………

Zhang Jing returned to Yancheng and did not immediately ask Zhu Laojiu for trouble.

After running for several days, there was no one left, so Zhang Jing simply found an inn to rest.

This time, it is best to find Zhu Laojiu, and everyone is happy. Of course, this joy excludes Zhu Laojiu.

If you can't find it, Zhang Jing will not lose anything.

After all, this trip was not for him.

The Wei family is his goal this time.

When I saw Wei Wuxian again, I wonder what his expression was, Zhang Jing was looking forward to it.

Also, Wei Zheng, the second son of the Wei family, also had a deep impression on Zhang Jing.

Wei Wuxian said that Wei Zheng was destroyed, and Zhang Jing didn't know if it was true. After all, it was just Wei Wuxian's words, and whether it was still to be verified.

Wei Zheng and Zhang Jing are old friends, and they also helped him with a little favor.

If he is really alive, Zhang Jing might be able to satisfy his small wish.

For example, how to die if you choose!

Zhang Jing had long discovered murderous intent in Wei Zheng's eyes.

It may be to keep the secret, or it may be to hate Zhang Jing that threatened him.

No matter how much Zhang Jing is, as long as he is hostile to himself, why do you know so much?

Just kill it directly.

Zhang Jing actually speculated how the killing of Wei Yan was exposed.

But after thinking about several possibilities, I felt something was wrong.

Of course, Zhang Jing didn't regret killing Wei Yan.
Chapter completed!