Volume One: Bloodstained Frostwind Chapter 3: The First Chill of Winter, Frost Descends from the Sky
The cold wind howled, and winter was drawing near. Within the Jing family fortress, the old mule that had toiled at the mill for half a lifetime, grinding soy milk for the noble members of the Jing household, had grown frail with age and could no longer withstand the biting cold and frost. In the dead of night, it quietly passed away…
The next day, under his mother’s instructions, Jing Shuangjiu prepared to go to the town to buy a new mule, planning to stay there for a few days to lay low.
Early in the morning, as Shuangjiu led the mule and was about to leave, he saw Xiaohua bounding over, her hands hidden behind her back, wearing a mysterious smile.
“Xiaohua, what are you doing here?” Shuangjiu asked gently.
“Brother, it’s cold outside. You should wear these!” Xiaohua said as she pulled out a pair of fur gloves from behind her back and held them out to Shuangjiu.
“Aren’t these meant for the nobles?” he asked.
“Yes!” Xiaohua nodded eagerly. “Mother made some for the nobles and left two pairs behind. Hehe, it’s cold on the road, so you should wear these to keep warm.”
Shuangjiu accepted the gloves and tucked them into his bosom, then gently ruffled Xiaohua’s hair. “Xiaohua, I’m going to town this time. Tell me, what do you want to buy?”
“Really?” Xiaohua’s big, sparkling eyes lit up with excitement. “I want a colorful doll!”
Before she could finish, her expression dropped, and she lowered her head. “Never mind, the colorful doll is too expensive. I don’t want it anymore.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I was just joking,” she replied, shaking her head before looking up once more. “Brother, go early and come back early. Be careful on the road!”
“Mm! It’s cold outside. Hurry back inside,” Shuangjiu said, stroking her rosy cheeks with affection.
“Mm-hmm!” Xiaohua nodded but stayed where she was, watching Shuangjiu walk out of the stone fortress gate before turning toward her thatched hut.
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Shuangjiu led the mule through the fortress gate and had just stepped onto the mountain path when he heard an old voice call out:
“Kind sirs, please have mercy! I have been hungry for three days!”
“Where did this beggar come from? Go ask for alms somewhere else! Disgusting! If you don’t leave quickly, we’ll beat you to feed the dogs!”
Shuangjiu looked toward the gate and saw two guards wielding batons, beating and driving away a one-armed beggar, cursing at him relentlessly.
The beggar shielded his head with his left hand, rolling and scrambling away until he stopped by a pine tree at the edge of the woods. There, he trembled as he touched the bruises and wounds covering his body.
He was an elderly man, with white hair and beard, likely in his sixties or older. Clad in tattered rags, he was gaunt and emaciated, missing his right arm. His face and body were smeared with dirt and patches of greenish skin disease, emitting a foul stench that could be smelled from afar.
It was the beginning of winter, and the weather was colder than usual. The old beggar shivered violently, his eyes filled with endless despair. He loosened his belt and then tightened it again in circles, trying to ease his hunger. His pitiful figure moved Shuangjiu deeply.
“The cold is unbearable; even mules can’t endure it, let alone people,” Shuangjiu muttered, observing the heavy clouds and fallen leaves as he led the mule closer to the pine tree.
“Here, take this,” the old beggar said, looking up just as Shuangjiu arrived and pulled out a flatbread from his bosom, handing it to him.
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The old beggar devoured the flatbread ravenously in just a few bites and then bowed repeatedly in gratitude. “Thank you, kind sir! Thank you so much!”
Shuangjiu smiled bitterly to himself and thought, “Kind sir? I’m nothing more than a stable hand for the Jing family. I’m not much better than you.”
With a sigh, he handed over the remaining two flatbreads as well.
“Thank you, kind sir! You’re truly a good person and will surely be rewarded!” the beggar said tearfully, bowing again and again.
“Reward? I hope so,” Shuangjiu murmured.
Just as he was about to mount the mule, several riders clad in silk and brocade, astride tall horses, suddenly charged out of the fortress with fierce intent, surrounding Shuangjiu. The old beggar quickly retreated.
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