After resting on the withered willows for a night, no abnormal situation occurred, which made Liu Xiu a little happy. It seemed that he was not a person with a "disaster" physique. Although he was a little bored, he was safe.

The good biological clock made him wake up at dawn, searched for a puddle and washed up a little, and then started a routine body-healing exercise for a day.

No unexpected situation happened during this period. Although someone saw Liu Xiu practicing martial arts, at most he was curious and did not see any reputation.

After the practice, Liu Xiu touched his stomach, and his mind radiated out to find a few wild fruits to eat. He deceived his stomach and took it as a breakfast.

When it was dawn, outside Niujiao Town suddenly "come alive".

The city gate was wide open, and a bunch of armed personnel were the first to rush out of the city gate, and then more people rushed out.

After a while, a large iron pot was set up outside Niujiao Town, and rice porridge was cooked in the pot. Some oil flowers could still be seen in the rolling porridge.

The fragrance of food was everywhere, and countless refugees around were watching, and some people kept sucking water.

While making porridge, people who walked out of Niujiao Town were also organizing refugees to cut down trees around to build temporary residences, which was a lively scene.

Seeing such a scene, Liu Xiu nodded in his heart. It seemed that Niujiao Town had not given up on these refugees, and they did not break their promises and fulfilled yesterday's promise.

Looking at the porridge in the big pot, Liu Xiu was wondering whether he would also get a bowl of it?

After thinking about it, he still thought that he would forget it. Not only did he wait in line for a long time, he didn't want to have that bite, so he wouldn't compete with the victims for food. Moreover, he could eat one less bite by himself.

Liu Xiuzhen didn’t dislike the porridge being unpalatable. When he was a child, he ate the coarse rice with rice that was very delicious.

Because the roast chicken I ate yesterday had no seasonings, Liu Xiu decided to go to Niujiao Town today to replenish it and prepare a small iron pot by the way, so that he could make delicious food on his next journey.

Liu Xiu no longer worried that the victims had relief from the wealthy families in Niujiao Town. After all, he couldn't manage them even if he wanted to, and that was tens of thousands of people.

Entering Niujiao Town is not a difficult task for Liu Xiu. Even though Niujiao Town does not allow refugees to enter, Liu Xiu doesn't look like a refugee. The guardian let him go after asking a few questions, and did not make things difficult for him.

Although Niujiao Town is much smaller than Qingliu Town, although the sparrow is small and has all the internal organs, there are a lot of things that should be there.

The seasonings are not difficult to buy, and there are grain and oil shops, but some of the spices that Liu Xiu wanted are difficult to make. He decided to make spices first. Fortunately, he had experience and went straight to the medicinal materials shop in Niujiao Town. Many spices were actually used as medicinal materials. Liu Xiu stayed in the medicine cabinet of a large clinic and was clear about these situations.

However, when he said the "medicine materials" he wanted to buy and the person in charge of taking the medicine brought the medicinal materials, Liu Xiu touched her body and felt embarrassed to find that she had no money...

I forgot to bring my money when I went out, what happened?

The shopkeeper saw Liu Xiu's difficulties at a glance, and did not make things difficult for him. Instead, he smiled kindly: "Honor, have you forgotten to bring the money? It doesn't matter. I'll put the medicine for you, and you can go and withdraw the money."

"I would like to thank you if you do this. Please help me put the 'medicine' and I will be back soon," Liu Xiu said gratefully.

Why did he forget to bring the money? When he turned around and went out, Liu Xiu couldn't help but pat his head. He had never been worried about money. However, when he really needed money, he just couldn't get any money. This was really an embarrassing thing.

So where do you make money next? If you go back to the mountains to withdraw money, you won’t have enough time to get a meal, but Liu Xiu doesn’t want to go back, so he will walk back one day when he goes out for a trip.

Otherwise, go out of the city to hunt prey to sell? This is simple, but where to find valuable prey? This is not in the mountains, valuable prey is everywhere...

"Oh, it's all caused by natural disasters..."

Liu Xiu, who was standing at the door of the pharmacy, heard the sigh of the shopkeeper behind him. The other party regarded him as a refugee. It is not difficult to understand. After all, Liu Xiu has a new face and has no money. There is a high possibility that he is a refugee.

Thinking of the word refugee, Liu Xiu's eyes flashed and he soon found a solution.

Since you are regarded as a refugee, then be a real refugee.

"By the way, I have never been a beggar, just try it once, and I am not a beggar. Strictly speaking, it is a salesman. Well, yes, it is a salesman..."

Thoughts flashed, Liu Xiu patroled his eyes and found a prosperous section of road and walked over quickly. He sat in a place that did not affect others, put the erhu on his legs, thought about tearing off a piece of cloth from his body and spreading it in front of him, and then he was about to open.

Although it was the first time to "sell", Liu Xiu was not embarrassed or nervous at all. His eyes drooped slightly, and his hands began to move. A myth that had been pulled countless times rang out on the bustling section of Niujiao Town.

To be honest, Liu Xiu really doesn’t have any musical talent, which is simply a completely unreasonable thing. In theory, he played a song for several years, and even if he couldn’t reach the level of superb level, it should at least be a very craftsmanship-oriented one, right?

But as a result, he was right in the melody, but it was so harsh in his ears. Not only was it completely unable to give people auditory enjoyment, but it was more like torture...

Just after just a moment of pulling, he attracted a moment of slanting glances around him. Although no one was causing trouble for him, people subconsciously stayed away from him, and some even covered their ears and went away.

If he does this, he will be fine if he doesn't want to be beaten to death.

"It's hard to find a soulmate, why don't these people know how to appreciate it? The level of appreciation is not as good as Xiao Hei. Although Xiao Hei is a tigress, he was moved by my erhu sound at the beginning and burst into tears..." Liu Xiu secretly curled his lips when he noticed the reactions of the people around him.

Without stopping to play the erhu, Liu Xiu's soul suddenly went astray. He thought of his friend Shen Feng, who seemed to have not heard of him playing the erhu yet, should he find time to show him his versatility for three days and three nights?

"I said little brother, can you stop torture people? I always beggars and sleep without thunder. I won't wake up until the sun is midnight, but I was tortured by your ghost voice so hard that I couldn't sleep. Please calm down."

When Liu Xiu's thoughts were emitting, someone couldn't help it and an old beggar ran out of a corner and said speechlessly at him.

"That's right, little brother, although your instrument is quite weird, the sound is too bad. Let's calm down for a while? Otherwise, all the guests in my teahouse will be driven away by you, so you can give up your hand." A middle-aged man walked out of the teahouse next to him and bowed to Liu Xiu.

These people also have good tempers. When they meet a bad temper, Liu Xiu will probably be beaten.

At this moment, Liu Xiu wanted to pretend that others didn't understand to appreciate it, so he could only stop. If he continued, he might be attacked by the crowd.

Seeing him stop, the teahouse owner nodded and left, and the people around him who covered their ears were relieved and dispersed one after another.

The old beggar curled his lips and prepared to leave, and went back to continue sleeping.

Liu Xiu turned to the old beggar and kindly reminded him: "Old man, you can't get money by sleeping until midnight every day, so you have to hurry up early."

"If I could get up early, I could still be a beggar?" The old beggar said without looking back, as if he was despising Liu Xiu and didn't understand their profession at all.

After hearing this answer, Liu Xiu was speechless for a moment.

Then, oh, it seems that the road to selling arts is not working, so how can you make money?

Or... cheat?

To be honest, Liu Xiu still knows a lot of tricks to cheat money on the street, such as the ghost hand Sanxian Guidong, the chess, etc. It would be easier to cheat some money with his ability, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and forgot it. After all, cheating money is immoral.

After looking at the erhu in his hand, Liu Xiu didn't believe it anymore.

This is to force me to use my ultimate move!

His eyes closed slightly, and a miserable melody echoed in his mind, and at the same time, scenes of refugee suffering appeared in his mind, and then the erhu sounded again.

"A song "Erquan Yingyue" should be able to win the sympathy of many people, right?" Liu Xiu said in his heart.

However, the fact is that Liu Xiu was thinking too much. Erquan Yingyue was indeed a very miserable music, but he also wanted to be able to pull it out. With his musical talent, it can be summarized in one sentence, "Head: Erquan Yingyue is like this, it's so simple, just pull it out step by step. Hand: I can't do it, you'd better do it..."

The result was that the original tear-jerking Erquan Yingyue was pulled out of her nails and scratched the glass by Liu Xiu. If Mr. A Bing knew about it, he would probably be angry and strangled Liu Xiu to death.

In terms of music, Liu Xiu's hands are just like they are not his own, but he is a little obsessive-compulsive, which is simply...

A poem about Erquan Yingyue's song that was not as good as that of him, but he had played countless times, has reached a new level in its unpleasant aspect.

However, unexpectedly, Liu Xiu finally got some money by selling his skills with his poor music.

Before the second spring Yingyue was pulled for a minute, the owner of the teahouse had run away from him with a pale face and interrupted him, gritting his teeth and handing a silver coin, bowing and begging, "Little brother, you are good, don't take the thing in your hand here. Our small business management can't stand your troubles. If you say something to someone, if you don't leave them, you can't take this silver coin, it's not other things, just ask you to move it."

After looking at the silver coins in the boss's hand, and then at the erhu in his hand, Liu Xiu was a little autistic for a moment. Is it so unpleasant?

Taking a deep breath, he took the silver coins from the boss's hand, put on the basket, stood up, threw away his words and said goodbye and left.

There is a saying that the east side is not bright, and although Liu Xiu cannot make money by selling his skills, he thought of ways to make money and continue to change to another store, but he can't help but Erquan Yingyue. He doesn't even feel bad about it, and he doesn't even feel bad about it...

As a result, Liu Xiu changed five or six places in half an hour, with dozens of copper plates and two or three silver coins. After a round, he jingled in his arms.
Chapter completed!