Chapter 2098 I'm panicking when you're like this!

When Lin Tianhao asked about food, the little beggar hesitated for a moment before answering:

"We don't have any right now, and you know what the situation is like. But the leader said that as long as we unite, we will definitely have food. We'll have steamed buns, meat buns, braised pork hock, and braised pork belly."

Looking at the little beggar's innocent appearance, Lin Tianhao couldn't help but laugh.

This should be enough to fool these naive little kids.

Anyone with even a little experience is unlikely to be fooled.

If these refugees could have something to eat, they might actually work hard for them.

But if there's no food, trying to get them to obey orders by just making empty promises is as difficult as climbing to heaven.

"I'm so hungry, I need to find something to eat."

Lin Tianhao continued forward, wanting to see what opportunities were available.

If all else fails, we'll have to leave the city.

His physique is improving; in at most half an hour, his physique will surpass that of the adults here.

If all else fails, we'll just have to grab some food and survive first.

Although he couldn't bring himself to do something as cruel as exchanging children for food, he wouldn't care about looting.

suddenly.

Lin Tianhao was drawn to a notice.

"Today's poetry contest will determine the winner, who will receive ten taels of silver!"

Although Lin Tianhao himself doesn't know much about writing poetry, he still has quite a few good poems in his mind.

But as soon as Lin Tianhao stepped onto the steps, a wooden stick was pressed against his chest.

"Where did this stinking beggar come from? A refined and elegant place like Fengya Tower does not welcome stinking beggars like you."

Lin Tianhao pointed to the plaque next to him, "I'm not here to beg for food, I'm here to participate in the poetry competition."

"Participate in the poetry contest?"

Upon hearing Lin Tianhao's words, the young servant withdrew his wooden stick and sneered:

"You? A stinking beggar like you dares to come here and compete in poetry? Have you even attended a private school? Can you even read?"

Lin Tianhao frowned. He could actually read; he could understand the writing system of this world at a glance—it was very simple.

of course.

It seems that the written and spoken languages ​​are all similar throughout the world, so Lin Tianhao would not encounter any differences in language and writing.

"A beggar writing poetry? What a joke!"

Just then, a man and a woman walked over, the man making no attempt to hide the mockery in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you kicking him out? Don't you know that the four great talents of Qingning City and the Mo sisters will be here today?"

"Yes Yes Yes."

The servant nodded repeatedly, raised the wooden stick in his hand, and pointed it at Lin Tianhao's face.

"Don't force me to take action. With your build, if you get hit by two blows, you probably won't survive the winter."

Lin Tianhao didn't say much. Starting as a beggar, it's not easy to defy fate.

The servant was already showing mercy by not using a stick.

If he were one of the subordinates of high-ranking officials, he would probably be spitting blood by now.

Lin Tianhao left temporarily, but he didn't go far. He needed to wait here for someone destined to be with him.

As for who is destined to be the one, it should be someone who looks foolish, preferably a good-for-nothing playboy who is ridiculed and looked down upon by everyone.

There are people like this almost everywhere.

As it turned out, Lin Tianhao's idea was correct.

Lin Tianhao didn't have to wait long before a heavyweight appeared. He looked a bit silly, but his clothes were extraordinary, and he was accompanied by a little follower.

"Young master, why don't you not go? You know your own literary talent. If you go, you'll just be laughed at by those people. You might as well go to Chunfeng Pavilion and have some fun."

Bi Cheng waved his hand, saying with great pride:

"Although I am not good at writing, I am sincere. Now that the Mo family's little sister is coming, of course I have to come and support her. If anyone dares to say that her poems are not good, I will be the first to disagree."

"Can……"

Bi Chengcai's henchman was about to say something when a beggar blocked his way.

"Where did this stinking beggar come from? Don't you have any sense of propriety? You dare to block anyone's way?"

Lin Tianhao smiled slightly and said:

"Young master, I have some poems here. Would you like to buy them?"

……

A quarter of an hour later.

Bi Chengcai and his henchmen emerged from a side alley.

The follower said somewhat uncertainly:

"Young master, do you really think this is reliable? He's just a beggar after all. Will these few poems be enough?"

Bi Chengcai slapped his follower on the head and said, "You don't know anything. Although I'm not good at writing, I read and memorize every single one of Mo Jia Xiaomei's poems. I do have that much appreciation ability."

"Although... these poems are still a bit lacking compared to Mo Jia Xiao Mei's, they are still rare masterpieces."

As they talked, the two walked toward the elegant pavilion ahead.

After they entered Fengya Tower, Lin Tianhao emerged from the alley.

"Finally, we have start-up capital."

Lin Tianhao had three taels of silver and several dozen copper coins in his arms.

The reason he didn't hold it in his hand was because he was just a beggar, and if he suddenly had silver in his hand, it would definitely attract attention.

Lin Tianhao found a steamed bun shop on the street, bought two steamed buns with a copper coin, and began to wolf them down.

As Lin Tianhao was enjoying his meal, he heard someone behind him swallowing hard.

Look back.

Suddenly, the little beggar who had pulled him into the "Standing for Heaven" gang appeared there.

His eyes were fixed on the steamed bun in Lin Tianhao's hand, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he opened his mouth several times, but no words came out.

"You work for the 'By the Heavenly Gang,' and they haven't given you a single bite to eat?"

The little beggar nodded. "Even the gang leader only has grass roots to eat. What do we have to eat?"

"Your so-called 'Helping Heaven' isn't very effective. Why don't you come with me? I'll give you a steamed bun."

"But the gang leader said that there will be braised pork belly and braised pork hock in the future..."

The little beggar wavered, but as he looked at the steamed bun in Lin Tianhao's hand, his lips began to move uncontrollably, as if he were chewing on a steamed bun himself.

"Anyone can say it, but doing it is another matter entirely."

“Follow me, and you’ll have steamed buns right now, today, and tomorrow too,” Lin Tianhao said.

The little beggar hesitated and struggled, but finally shook his head. "You think you can make me a slave to two masters with just a steamed bun? Absolutely not!"

Lin Tianhao: "???"

Could this little beggar really say such a thing?

"I'll add one more meat bun at most, but if that's not enough, you can leave."

Hear this.

The little beggar, who had already turned to leave, immediately stopped in his tracks.

next moment.

He turned around with lightning speed, then knelt down in front of Lin Tianhao with a thud, and respectfully kowtowed:

"Godfather, please accept my bow. From now on, I, Xiao Linzi, will be your number one lackey. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west. If you tell me to eat pork knuckle, I will never eat braised pork."

Lin Tianhao: "???"

"Xiao Linzi, you're making me a little uneasy!!"