The World of Mei

Luoya City, the capital of Northern Han.

It was one of the most developed cities on the Yugu Continent.

It was a city where the rich made huge lucre every day to support their luxurious living.

However, it was a city with the most beggars on the Yugu Continent.

Beggars with disheveled hair and ragged clothes could be seen in all the streets and lanes.

Rich people in smart clothes went past the beggars now and then. Some of them were in a good mood and dropped a couple of coppers, while others turned their heads in disgust, covering their noses.

There were two beggars distinct from the crowd-a man in his 60s or 70s and an eleven-or-twelve-year-old girl, just like many common groups of beggars.

They seemed to be an old beggar and his granddaughter.

What was abnormal was that the old beggar, whose hair and beard were gray, held a roast chicken in his left hand and a wine pot in his right hand. He ate the roast chicken and drank the wine with relish.

The girl with disheveled hair and mud-coated face held a cold hard steamed bread in both hands and nibbled as if she was reluctant to eat it up, or trying to find the evidence to prove its unique deliciousness.

They sat in the corner of the street, laying a chipped dusty bowl in the front with a few coins in it.

A large banyan tree occupied an area of about three square meters before them. A few dry and yellow leaves that remained hanging on the tree were staying toughly in the north wind, looking like it was going to fall at any time.

The passersby could not help but cast the old guy looks of disdain, and the poor little girl of sympathy.

The old beggar turned a deaf ear to their pointing and comments, munching on the golden shining roast chicken and swallowing wine. The wine, mixed with the grease of roast chicken and trickled down his grizzled beard and greasy dirty rags. It was quite an unpleasant sight.

The little girl was used to it. Blinking her big black eyes, she nibbled on the cold steam bread carefully and took a look at the passersby once in a while.

The old beggar finished his last bite of roast chicken, reluctantly threw away the bones, and raised the wine pot to take a mouthful of wine. He casually rubbed the left hand that was covered in roast chicken grease on his oily mouth and clothes to wipe off the grease on the latter two, or, nobody knew, on the former.

He made a belch in satisfaction and then turned to the girl who had just finished the cold steam bread, discontented.

"What the hell is the roast chicken you got! It's half-raw! Worse than the roast duck yesterday! Are you going to kill me? Go and stand in the corner for four hours! Watch your posture, or I'll break your legs!" Blowing beards and bulging eyes, he scolded her loudly.

"Why stand again? You punish me to stand in such an uncomfortable posture every day... I have picked the best roast chicken for you, why are you still unsatisfied!" The little girl muttered to herself with tears in her eyes, but as soon as she saw the old beggar's staring eyes, she stopped muttering, obediently walked to the corner and began to do martial-art squat as the old beggar asked.

The old beggar stretched, yawned, and dozed against the back wall in the warm winter sun, squinting eyes.

Although the old beggar seemed to have fallen asleep, the little girl still did the posture he asked, squatting motionless, and did not dare to relax.

Because she knew that if she pushed her luck to slack, it would immediately lead to more severe punishment.

The old beggar looked like to be asleep, but he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. If the little girl made any mistakes about her posture, he would pick up a black stick aside and hit the girl's legs and feet to correct her mistakes without warning.

For a long time, the little girl did not dare to have a trace of carelessness, but could only stubbornly keep on it, enduring the pain.

She no longer cried.

She no longer shed tears.

She no longer begged for pardon.

She no longer took any chances.

The only choice was to do what the old beggar asked her to do.

She was clear that there were no other choices because she had been begging around with this old beggar ever since she could remember.

The old beggar, however mean he was, was her only relative in the world.

Everything was to be done according to the old man's orders. If she made any mistakes, even the slightest one, she would be clubbed.

She would, of course, dodge when she was hurt or angry. However, she always failed. The black stick was as nimble as a snake.

The old beggar never prevented her from dodging, and she gradually discovered some of these patterns as time went by. Each time she could dodge a little longer than the last time, although she would be caught inevitably by the stick at last.

Nevertheless, she remembered the way and the patterns the old beggar used that stick and practiced in private.

Young as she was, she swore to herself that she would successfully dodge all the hits and learn this artful method of using the stick.

The little girl was squatting and pondering when an old Taoist priest in cyan garment slowly came over.

The old Taoist priest dressed in cyan, holding a horsetail whisk in his hand. He was white-haired and his long and gray beard fluttered with the wind. He looked a more or less immortal.

He smiled at the old beggar, who seemed to be asleep, and said,

"You are punishing her again."

It was about 4 hours. The old beggar didn't answer the Taoist priest but called the girl without turning back,

"Oh, come, look at your shabbily-treated look! Go and beg some food. It's time for supper."

The girl seemed to be very interested in begging and beamed, "Okay, I' going."

She said to herself, "I'd rather beg alone than stay by your side, you mean old guy!"

The old beggar watched the little girl skipping away, still paying no attention to the old Taoist priest. He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and began to sleep again.

The old Taoist priest did not care about this. He stood aside, leisurely looking at the passers-by.

The sun was about to set. The old Taoist priest spoke unhurriedly,

"Her time is running out, old guy. Why do you bother so much? It would be better to let her enjoy her last days!"

The old beggar rolled his eyes at him and complained,

"Don't talk nonsense, old dog! What makes you think she will die young? You always said that she would die before she reached twelve, but she is twelve now, very much alive and kicking!"

As soon as he stopped, something came up to him. The old beggar asked anxiously, "Is it December 16th today? Dear me, today is her twelfth birthday. How long is it till five p.m.?"

Before the old Taoist priest could answer him, the old beggar sprang to his feet and ran after the little girl in the same direction...

The old Taoist priest immediately understood and followed...

On the busy street of Luoya City, an old beggar ran at full speed and an old Taoist priest ran after him, which made a unique scene that bewildered passers-by. They didn't know what happened and wondered if the old beggar was fending off debt or had stolen something valuable from the old Taoist priest hot on his heels.

Passers-by talked about it with great curiosity.

The two old men ran forward with anxiety, regardless of what others are talking about.

They had gone past two streets. The old beggar seemed to be very familiar with the girl's begging route, running without any hesitation.

He thought with anxiety, "You must be safe, girl! I don't believe in what the Taoist priest said. You will live past twelve. Nothing's gonna happen as long as today goes by!"

When the old beggar and the old Taoist priest ran into Luoyun Avenue, one of the busiest streets in Luoya City, they saw a crowd of people gathering in front of a grand antique restaurant.

A sense of foreboding immediately came over him. The old beggar speeded up and deftly edged his way into the crowd.

The little girl, face covered with blood, lay on the ground faintly. The old beggar felt a sharp pain in his heart. Regardless of what had happened, he reached the little girl as fast as possible, pressed a few acupoints on her, picked her up, and ran away.

The old Taoist priest followed him and witnessed the worries and pain of the old beggar who hadn't been this nervous in decades, and said, "You have said my prediction was nonsense, but you do believe it. You love her but treat her with a vicious attitude. It looks like you can never change your stubbornness and eccentricity."

The old Taoist priest tread on the heels of the old beggar. Running didn't keep him from talking.

After leaving Luoyun Avenue, the worried old beggar used the art of lightness and headed north, neglecting onlookers' startled eyes. He leapt over the wall and ran on the roof at an alarming rate as if treading on flat ground.

The old beggar had only one idea in his mind. He must see the doctor Ye Bufan as fast as he could and perhaps there was still a chance of survival for the little girl.

He got out of Luoya City, crossed the moat, and ran into the lofty and majestic mountain northward. On the steep mountain road, the old beggar still galloped fast, without stopping.

Perhaps it was because of bumping or terminal lucidity, the little girl gradually regained consciousness.

She felt that she was in a very familiar and warm embrace. Although the smell was unpleasant, she felt very friendly as a beggar, so she slowly opened her eyes with great effort. Her long eyelashes and big and bright eyes were more vivid and transparent among mud and blood.

She saw the old beggar again, he was familiar as well as strange to her. From the time she could talk, the old man was adamant that she should not call him Grandpa.

She felt him familiar because they have been living together for so long a time, and strange because she had never seen such expression on his face since she could remember things. Incredibly, tears coursed down his cheeks, covering his worries and pain.

"It turns out that he cherishes me!"

"He cares about me!"

The little girl smiled with joy. She intended to call the old beggar, but she failed to open her mouth or make a sound.

The old beggar was in such a hurry that he did not notice it.

When he arrived at a simple straw hut halfway up the hill with the little girl, he met Doctor Ye who had just come back from gathering herbs in the mountain.

Ye Bufan was a thin-faced, vigorous old man. His eyes looked bright and lively, not like ordinary old men's.

"Save my little girl, old fellow! She was badly injured!" Said the old beggar eagerly.

Without demur, Doctor Ye put down his pack basket and other tools, took over the little girl, and gently laid her on the bed.

The old beggar was a bit solaced by Doctor Ye's quickly and methodically clean up and treatment.

He had confidence in Ye Bufan's medical skills. It was said that as long as the patient could breathe, he could save him or her no matter what the patient was suffering from.

After a while, the old Taoist priest also arrived.

The old beggar stood outside the door with sorrow. The old Taoist priest said,

"Don't worry too much. I've just carried on divination for her and I seemed to see a strange turn."

"You either saw it or you didn't. What do you mean by seem'? I don't want to listen to your lunatic ravings!"

The old beggar lost his temper.

The old Taoist priest didn't get angry. He continued, wagging his head,

"That's why I think it's strange. I haven't seen such an inconsistent manifestation of divination. It shows that she will die before twelve years old, but it also shows that she has a whole life ahead of her. It follows that she will be rich and great as long as she survives!"

The old beggar felt a little relieved when he knew the little girl had a long life. He always scolded the old Taoist priest for talking nonsense, but, in fact, he believed what the old Taoist priest said.

"Just as I said, she won't die early! Now you can see that. There are lots of important tasks uncompleted waiting for her, so how could she leave?"

The old beggar laughed with tears in his eyes. His brows were soothed.

When they were talking, Ye Bufan, who looked confused and serious, quietly opened the door and came over.

The old beggar's heart skipped a beat: Does it mean she couldn't survive the doom?

He buttoned up his lips, so did the old Taoist priest. They silently looked at Doctor Ye who lost in thought.

Ye Bufan sighed and told them in desolation,

"She got a head injury and bled too much. Although she is breathing, what I can do is nothing but maintain respiration. She had to resign herself to fate."

The old beggar could not help but stagger backward a few steps. Alittle hope had been raised was suddenly dashed.

The old Taoist priest also frowned in perplexity. Could he had been wrong?

They stepped softly into the room and saw the little girl lying on the bed quietly. A strip of plaster tied to her forehead. Her face, wiped away of mud and blood, was sallow pale. Her faint breath indicated that she was at death's door.

"Let's leave her a quiet place to rest! There are no certainties. Since she's still holding on in spite of such serious injury, we can expect even greater miracles from her."

Ye Bufan comforted them.

Three listless old men went out into the living room. Ye Bufan asked his old friends who he hadn't seen for years to sit down, and went to prepare food without making noise.

When the old guys were worrying and the girl was in a deep coma, a floating alien soul approached the little girl and merged into her body.

It was five o 'clock in the afternoon - the same time of day when the girl was born twelve years ago.

Mu Qianmei gradually came to herself and was beginning to receive the little memory left before the little girl's soul completely dissipated.

"Thanks to me, or she will become a vegetable." Mu Qianmei thought.

No miracle would happen to a vegetable in such an era. A vegetable could only lie and wait for his/her respiration to become weaker and weaker, suffering to the end of life.

However, so sad was the memory she left. There was nothing in her life but tedium and hardship.

Mu Qianmei gained control of her body and felt it so weak that even opening eyes was hard for her.

It was strange to become a kid again, but Mu Qianmei was glad as well for she had a chance to live again.

One who had gone through a lifetime was always open-minded. Since she had come, just stayed and enjoyed a new life.

Having done a lot of acting in her previous life, she decided to take the world as her stage and turn her life into a soul-stirring drama.

She would compose the script with her life.

Thinking of it, she was tingling with excitement, but her weak body could not support it.

Exhaustion overwhelmed her.

So, she closed her eyes and began to gather all the information of this world from the remains of the little girl's memory.

Unfortunately, the girl was too young to know much about this world, and the incompleteness of this memory led to less information.

Thanks to Mu Qianmei's rich life experience in previous life, she could deduce a great deal from the little memory the little girl remained.

On this simple bed, a new soul integrated by two souls was born when no one knew.

The sky turned dark.

The old men had a simple meal. As they trod slightly into the room with lighted candles, their face lit up in surprise.

Due to their extremely sensitive hearing and eyesight, they discovered something unusual as soon as they entered this room.

The breath of the little girl was still faint but much better than before when she was dying. The key point was that her breath was as smooth as a sleeping child's rather than an unconscious child's.

How could it possible?

The old beggar and the old Taoist priest looked at Ye Bufan with respect and blame.

Doctor Ye shook his head and waved his hands to tell them it was not his credit.

He carefully reached out his hand to feel her pulse and was more surprised when he felt it.

She was sleeping!

The little girl was sleeping like a baby. Not willing to wake her up, they quietly left the room.

They went out into the moonlight. The old beggar asked in uncertainty, "Mate, is she about to wake up?"

Ye Bufan was spaced out. He couldn't believe such a miracle could happen.

He was to comfort the old beggar, but a miracle did come.

It was not until the old beggar asked him urgently that he came back to his senses and asserted,

"Yes, she is going to wake up, but only when she speaks will I know how far her brain has recovered. You have to be prepared that she may not be able to beg for food for you, that she may lose her memory, that she may never get out of bed and you have to take care of her. In short, don't be too optimistic."

"Nothing else matters, as long as she wakes up! Hahaha..."

The old beggar laughed out of excitement. How happy it is to regain someone lost!

The old Taoist priest proudly said,

"I have told you there is a turn for her but you didn't believe me and said my words were crazy. Now you should believe it!"

"Hahaha. Yes, I believe it! I believe it! You are such an excellent fortuneteller that you've even foreseen this! But why weren't you sure just now? Do you know how did she fight her way out of danger?"

The old beggar praised the old Taoist priest as he was in a good mood, but then he thought he shouldn't let the old Taoist priest so smug, so he made quips on him.

The old Taoist priest didn't care about his mocking, for he had already used to the old beggar's tongue.

It popped into Ye Bufan's mind that he should fill a prescription for the little girl to restore her body and mind, so he informed them and hurried to his pharmacy.

The old beggar could not help but quietly go back to the room to see the little girl twice and put his heart at rest after seeing her sleeping and breathing smoothly at a normal rhythm.

After he calmed down, he began to consider some serious questions: Who hurt the little girl? How? Was it a deliberate accident or unintentional? Why did that person, or those people, just walked away after the accident?

The old Taoist priest saw the resentment on the old beggar's face and knew what he was thinking. He said,

"Are you wondering who hurt her?"

"Yes! You are a fortuneteller, can you tell me who hurt her? I'll let the bastard know what it's like to be hurt like this! Humph!"

The old beggar was outraged.

"Hahaha. I'm a Taoist priest, not an immortal. How can I know everything? Just leave things as they are and she will take care of it."

The old Taoist priest smiled.

"Let her take care of it herself? Didn't you hear what that old guy said? He's not sure whether she will recover!"

The old beggar was somehow provoked.

Ye Bufan made up the prescription, put a set of herbs into the pot and start to boil. After that, he went out of the pharmacy.

When he heard the old beggar's roaring he smiled, "Don't talk so loudly, or you will wake her up!"

The old beggar quieted down at once.

At this point, they heard a slight sound inside the room and immediately headed to the inner room.

Mu Qianmei opened her eyes. She felt much better after a good sleep, but she was still weak.

When she saw the old men both happy and nervous, she gave them a slight smile and spoke to the old beggar in a soft voice,

"Don't worry, I'm alright."

The old beggar was all excited.

So everything was fine with her! That's good. That's good.

Ye Bufan asked mildly, "How do your hands and feet feel now, girl?"

Mu Qianmei tried to move her hands and feet. She could feel them but could not use them freely, perhaps it was because she was too weak or she wasn't so skilled in controlling this body.

So she smiled mildly,

"Thank you, grandpa. There's nothing wrong with my body. I'm just too weak."

Her smile was mild and her tongue was polite. The old beggar felt her somehow strange and a little different.

Mu Qianmei saw the old beggar's expression and immediately knew what he thought. She changed the subject at once,

"I have dreamed a long dream!"

It intrigued three old men who were befuddled by this miracle. They calmed down and can't wait to hear her story.

Mu Qianmei said in a soft and slow voice,

"I was hit by a speeding carriage and lost my senses. Sorry, I mooched a braised fish in brown sauce, but it was knocked out of my arms. Have you had dinner yet?"

"Yes, I have. I have. Hahaha... Right, have you seen the one who hit you?"

The old beggar wasn't used to such a polite way of speaking, so he asked her in a bit angry.

Mu Qianmei found that the old beggar was concerned about it from his angry voice, so she replied to him earnestly,

"I didn't see who was driving the carriage. It hit me from behind. I heard your voice when you came, but I couldn't open my eyes, and I fell into a coma later."

"Then I think I had a dream. I seemed to be riding on the clouds like a beautiful butterfly, fluttering wings, flying in the sky freely. There were white clouds under my feet, floating, one after another..."

"Later, I met a kind grandma. She was both excited and angry to see me, and said, 'My little butterfly, my beloved Mu Qianmei, why do you come back so early? It's only been a few years. No way, I will not have you come back!' Then she forced me back."

"But I like flying like a butterfly. She called me little butterfly and also called me Mu Qianmei, so, does it mean little butterfly is my nickname in my previous life, and Mu Qianmei my name?"

"Oh, she didn't tell me much, what a pity! I don't even know who she is! Do you think Mu Qianmei, the name she gave me, a good name? I haven't got a name yet. How about I use this name?"

Mu Qianmei described what she had met and experienced in her dream in a soft voice, astonishing those three old men.

What an unheard-of fantastic story it was to have such a complex dream in a deep coma.

The old beggar was shocked when the little girl asked him about the name. Did she know it? Was it a coincidence that she said her last name was Mu?

The old beggar soon denied this assumption and pretended as if he knew nothing about this last name,

"They are good names, of course, both of them. Then your nickname is little butterfly and your name is Mu Qianmei. But I'll call you little girl just like before! I'm used to calling you like that."

Mu Qianmei didn't neglect the old beggar's disguised countenance but she didn't dig into it, and smiled earnestly, "I'm always your little girl."

The old Taoist priest bantered with her, "Don't you mind his vicious attitude before? He used to beat you, scold you, and punish you with martial-art squatting for half a day. He didn't give you anything good to eat, and forced you to read and write every night."

"Really? Has he done those things to me?"

Mu Qianmei asked with a blank expression.

The way she looked at the old beggar suggested that she didn't believe it.

"Has she lost her memory?"

They thought.

"Or she has lost some selective parts of her memory?"

Mu Qianmei was secretly satisfied to see their interesting expressions. Fortunately, she had a lot of acting experience in her previous life.

Life is a drama, and acting skill is its essence!

Thinking of this, Mu Qianmei felt she had changed a little to be naughty.

It seemed that her disposition was influenced by the little girl.

That's good. She could enjoy her childhood.

Ye Bufan was the first to get out of mind. He smiled, "Fortunately, the memory she has lost is the least important part! Hahaha..."

The old beggar felt a bit ashamed. He tittered and didn't say anything.

As the smell of boiling herbs came, Ye Bufan suddenly said,

"Your medicine is ready. I'll bring it to you. Old beggar, go and stew chicken soup for her. She will need nutritional supplements for a long time to come. It's time for you to pay her back."

Then they went out.

Mu Qianmei couldn't help but beam in happiness.

She was too busy to have time to enjoy warmness like this in her previous life.

She decided to live a wonderful childhood rather than a slave of study.

Other time-travelers would move over to someone with the same name. The body I had now didn't have a name, so I'd like to use my original name!

New environment, new identity, new life, a new beginning.

Over the next ten more days, Mu Qianmei received treatment at Ye Bufan's residence and gradually recovered.

Ye Bufan was worthy of the title "the Divine Doctor". The prescription he gave was extraordinarily good. Mu Qianmei was getting better day by day, and her mental state and complexion mirrored her good recovery.

On the sixth day of treatment, she could get up and stand. On the twelfth day, she could walk properly.

The old beggar and the old Taoist priest stayed here.

They had not much to do these days, so they took this opportunity to get together.

What's more, Mu Qianmei had brought them so many miracles that they would like to know how many surprises would this girl who had just recovered from a serious injury brought to them.

Mu Qianmei restored her health, gradually accommodating to this body and role.

After all, it was not so easy for her, a woman in her 30s, to accommodate to this twelve-year-old body, naturally acting like a young girl.

In her memory, the little girl was afraid of the old beggar.

But now, the old beggar almost lost the little girl forever and changed a lot. Although he didn't become a good-tempered old man, he wasn't so mean anymore and it made him seemed lovely.

On the thirteenth day's morning, when they were having lunch, the old beggar said to Ye Bufan as he saw Mu Qianmei was almost recovered,

"Guy, I think she has recovered. We are going to leave today."

Ye Bufan smiled,

"Tomorrow is the New Year's Eve. Why don't you spend a festive New Year's Eve with me?"

"The New Year's Eve? Hahaha... Fine, let's celebrate the New Year here." The old beggar agreed.

"Then I shall bother you for a couple of days more. Hahaha..." The old Taoist priest laughed.

They looked at Mu Qianmei, wondering what amazing words she was going to say today.

Mu Qianmei had used to their reactions. She swallowed the food in her mouth, smiling, and said,

"I think you said there are top three ancient martial-art clans and top five gangs on Yugu Continent. You have nothing to do all day. Why don't you set up a gang"

She spoke in a half-joking manner and started them all off laughing.

The old Taoist priest said before the old beggar could speak,

"Hahaha... That's a good idea. What kind of gang do you think the old beggar should set up?"

"A gang of his usual work, of course. Guess how many beggars are there on the Yugu Continent? If they are organized by a gang, this gang must be the largest gang in the world!"

Mu Qianmei said proudly.

They looked at the twelve-year-old girl talking coherently as if she had more experience than them.

What's more, the little girl had cleaned herself and was no more like a beggar, as if she had become another person.

The old beggar, with whom she had grown up and lived for twelve years, also felt her strange. It was like the little girl had suddenly grown up and changed her disposition. Others would respect her no matter how mildly she smiled.

The little girl looked into their faces and spoke in a serious manner,

"I mean it. Having been treating your life as a game for so many years, how can you know that no one in this world can keep himself out of the affairs all the time?"

"Grandpa Taoist priest also told me that peace won't last long according to the present state of the world. I couldn't agree more. Domains under heaven, after a long period of division, tends to unite; after a long period of union, tends to divide. Yugu Continent has been at peace for hundreds of years, so wars are sure to erupt. How can we survive a time of trouble without powerful strength?"

Such serious countenance on the little girl's childish face and her logical opinion made the old men feel strange. They thought it over and agreed on Mu Qianmei's idea.

"'Domains under heaven, after a long period of division, tends to unite; after a long period of union, tends to divide.' What a good saying! How did this come up to you? Hahaha... It's right. You have to think about it, old beggar. She sounds reasonable."

The old Taoist priest laughed.

There was a slight flush on Mu Qianmei's cheeks. That was not her original words. Well... That was a quote.

The little girl's mysterious background occurred to the old beggar. He was relieved: She was bound to do great things!

He imagined what would happen to her in the future and worried about her. Should he lend her a hand? He wavered.

The old beggar suddenly asked the little girl, "Do you know why I was hard on you?"

"Hahaha... Of course I know. When I am about to take vital tasks, you first exercise my mind with suffering, and my sinews and bones with toil. You expose my body to hunger, and subject me to extreme poverty. By all these methods you stimulate my minds and harden my nature. Thus, I can take good care of myself when you are beyond my reach."

Her truthful words were so affecting that the uneasy old men felt bitterness.

What a thoughtful girl she was!

She even understood the old beggar's good intentions.

"Good, my efforts are not in vain, hahaha... Fine, just do what you want. Let's set up a Beggar Gang. Indeed, there are many talents among our beggars playing through life. I'm about to gather them up and establish the largest gang in the world! Hahaha..."

The old beggar couldn't help laughing aloud as he came to the most exciting part. He had some passionate feelings in his heart.

They talked and the content went serious. The old Taoist priest and Ye Bufan listened to their talking and thought their plan was feasible.

Mu Qianmei wouldn't let the old Taoist priest and Ye Bufan go. The former was skilled in divination and the latter was great at the medical skill, so they must take seats in her gang!

She smiled,

"Grandpa Ye, Grandpa Taoist priest, could you do the old beggar a favor? I know you have been his friends for many years, why not share this burden as well as power with him?"

"You want the old beggar to set up the Beggar Gang? We are not beggars, so how can we join this gang? Hahaha..."

The old Taoist priest laughed.

"Why? Beggar Gang doesn't mean all its members must be beggars. As long as it's a gang, it should absorb all kinds of talents. Once it is set up, the old beggar will be the first Grand Master of the Beggar Gang. Grandpa Taoist priest will be the military counselor and Grandpa Ye will organize a medical team. This is what a gang should have!" Mu Qianmei smiled.

The old Taoist priest was an open-minded old man and he had discovered that Mu Qianmei wasn't an ordinary girl, so he agreed on her words in his mind and asked Ye Bufan, "What do you think, doctor?"

Finding his two old friends want to go into society, Ye Bufan felt it inappropriate to go on living in seclusion. So, he smiled and said,

"Fine. Let's do some great things! Hahaha..."

In this way, Mu Qianmei's playful proposal of setting up a Beggar Gang was settled in this simple straw hut near New Year's Eve.