Ji Qing said nothing, his calm gaze fixed on the little boy.
After a moment of silence, the little boy spoke. "You have a knife, yet you haven't robbed anyone. Following you is safe."
"Besides, you can go days without eating and still be full of life. You're a remarkable man with real skills. Before Grandpa died, he said that if I ever met such a person, I had to seize the chance tightly. It might save my life!"
Ji Qing understood.
This little boy was rather clever.
And he observed things with meticulous care. He had watched Ji Qing for a while, seen that Ji Qing did not rob others, and only then approached him.
He had even noticed that Ji Qing remained vigorous after days without food, deduced that Ji Qing was a remarkable man, and wanted to cling tightly to the thigh of this "remarkable man."
For a boy of barely ten, being able to pick up on all this was already no easy feat.
"What's your name?"
"Grandpa called me Little Pagoda."
The little boy still held something back and did not tell Ji Qing his real name.
He only gave his nickname.
Ji Qing did not care.
"Keep three zhang away. Do not come closer!"
After saying that, Ji Qing turned and left.
There were so many Refugees, and Little Pagoda was not the only one.
Those in even more miserable conditions than Little Pagoda were everywhere.
Ji Qing could not concern himself with them all.
Whether Little Pagoda could survive this famine would depend on his own fate.
Ji Qing continued measuring the earth with his feet.
He constantly sought to comprehend heaven, earth, and nature.
Unfortunately, the opportunity he sought never appeared.
At last, the Refugees arrived outside a city.
Unfortunately, the city