Chapter 12: The Beggar Mother and Son
Chapter 12: The Beggar Mother and Son
Although these two couplets were somewhat challenging, they were hardly insurmountable classics—so why had no one managed to come up with the matching lines?
Li Qi watched as the crowd whispered and pointed at the couplets, yet not a single person stepped forward to offer the lower lines. He felt a deep sense of puzzlement.
In truth, Li Qi did not realize that those truly learned and talented individuals would never come here to compete with mere juniors. Such acts, which could damage their reputation, were beneath the esteemed grand scholars and great poets who regarded themselves highly. Most of the people gathered here were unlettered youngsters who fancied themselves profound.
Though Li Qi already had the lower lines in his mind, he had no desire to seize the spotlight—not out of nobility, but simply because the reward held little appeal to him. He was not yet destitute and did not believe the Jade Pavilion could offer any dishes worthy of his attention.
He rather hoped the couplets would remain displayed here for several more days, just in case he might need them later. If the Drunken Immortal Residence were sold and he had nowhere else to go, he could always hang around here for a month or so.
After some thought, Li Qi had made up his mind and was about to leave when he suddenly noticed several figures emerging from the restaurant. Leading them was a middle-aged man who looked like a steward, some forty years old, with a pointed face, a pair of wispy mustaches, drooping eyebrows, and sharp eyes—clearly a man of ill repute.
Behind this steward followed several young, strong-looking henchmen, dressed in short attire, each with an arrogant demeanor. If even these lackeys were so brazen, one could only imagine how formidable their master, Mr. Cai, must be.
A faint sneer curled on Li Qi’s lips—just another group of sycophants for a tyrant.
The crowd’s attention shifted immediately to the steward as he stepped forward.
Clearly enjoying the spotlight, the steward smiled proudly and, adopting a leader’s tone, clasped his fists and spoke in a strident, rooster-like voice: “I am deeply grateful to everyone for your patronage, which has brought great honor to the Jade Pavilion. I, Cai the Third, hereby thank you all.”
Pausing briefly, Cai the Third continued, “The Jade Pavilion’s present status and achievements owe everything to your kind favor. To express our gratitude, my master has decided to extend the reward from the original ten days to fifteen. Moreover, anyone who can singly match both couplets will not only receive a month of free board and lodging here but also a reward of one hundred taels of silver.”
As he spoke, Cai the Third clapped his hands. One of the henchmen stepped forward carrying a wooden tray piled with gleaming silver ingots that sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight.
One hundred taels—the reward was indeed generous!
An uproar immediately shook the crowd.
“Damn! Is this for real? Could it be that Mr. Cai and I share a secret understanding and he knows I’m short on silver, hence sending me this money?”
Li Qi’s eyes flashed with keen light as he stopped in his tracks. Silver was not something to refuse. Straightening his clothes and lifting his chin proudly, he strode forward, fearful someone might beat him to it. Just as he was about to speak, a weak voice rang beside him.
“Sir, have mercy and spare us some food. My mother and I haven’t eaten for three days.”
Li Qi turned to see a skinny boy of about fifteen or sixteen, barefoot, holding a worn bowl in one hand and supporting a woman in her forties with the other. She was bent over, lips pale, face ashen, speaking with barely a breath of strength.
Cai the Third’s expression darkened instantly upon recognizing them as beggars. He cursed loudly, “You two blind dogs of beggars! Do you not see where this is? How dare you come here to beg! If you scare away my customers, can you take responsibility? Guards, throw these reckless beggars out!”
“Yes, sir!”
Such an easy task that pleased their master—how could the henchmen miss this opportunity? They charged forward at the mother and son eagerly.
The woman, terrified by their approach, suddenly collapsed to her knees, begging, “Great sir, we dare not offend. Please, I beg of you—”
Bang!
Before she could finish, the foremost henchman kicked her harshly to the ground. Already frail, she clutched her stomach in pain, unable even to cry out.
“Mother—!”
The boy yelled fiercely, eyes burning with determination. Suddenly, he lunged at the henchman, clasping his arm and biting hard.
“Ah!”
Caught off guard, the henchman screamed in pain and slapped the boy’s face fiercely in retaliation.
Being just a child, the boy was no match for the muscular man. He fell to the ground, eyes spinning, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Yet he remained silent, staring defiantly at the henchman.
“You little bastard, how dare you bite me? Today I’ll beat you to death!” The henchman shook his wrist, face twisted with fury and menace.
“Don’t hit my son! Please, hit me instead!” The woman somehow found strength, throwing herself at the henchman’s leg, clutching it desperately and pleading.
“Get lost, you crazy woman!” The henchman raised his foot to kick her.
“Stop!”
At that moment, a loud shout rang out from the crowd.
Everyone turned to see a young man in a gray cloth robe.
It was Li Qi.
His lungs felt ready to burst with rage. Clenching his teeth and fists tightly, his face dark as coal, his eyes blazing with fiery light as though ready to consume all. What angered him most was not the steward nor the henchmen, but the onlookers—those self-righteous scholars who usually never ceased preaching virtue, yet now stood idly by.
When the woman was beaten moments ago, none of them intervened; instead, they watched as if at a spectacle. With such disheartening citizens, how could Northern Song avoid ruin?
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