There was an extra Little Girl in Bai Yujun's tent.
The little beggar did not know her surname; she only knew that everyone called her Little Millet. Bai Yujun kept her in the tent as an assistant, having her do chores like serving tea, pouring water, and fanning the air. She had even specially cast the Cleansing Technique and found her a set of new clothes to change into.
According to Little Millet, the beggars in the city were all controlled by others, especially the children. After a hard day's work, they were given only spoiled steamed buns to eat, and still had to endure beatings and curses.
Being a little beggar was not easy; being a little girl was even harder. If Little Millet had not deliberately made herself blackened and filthy, she might have long since fallen into evil hands. Worse still, the beggar bosses might have dragged her off to do those filthy things. How many children had their limbs broken and eyes gouged out, turned into tools for making money? Many people knew of the misery by the roadside, but no one was willing to meddle in such affairs.
Little Millet was very obedient and tireless. What she liked most was carrying over a small stool, sitting behind Bai Yujun, and watching Bai Yujun busily conduct the tests.
"Rejected. Next."
Bai Yujun worked while eating, casually handing a piece of pastry to Little Millet behind her.
Having grown up among beggars, Little Millet had never learned poetry, books, or etiquette, and did not know how to say thank you. Bai Yujun did not mind at all. She was still young; she would slowly change in the future.
"Eat whatever you want. If there isn't enough, I'll go buy more."
She numbly watched child after child come