But today, it seems he does not have his crutch, perhaps his legs have healed.
Lady Fang was getting angrier at the sight of the beggars ignoring her, ranting: "All lazy good-for-nothings who don't want to work, with able hands and feet. If they weren't lazy, how would they have become beggars? I think, they should be driven out of Jinxiu City."
Fights over scraps among the beggars were a common sight on the streets, and the passersby had become accustomed to it, treating it as entertainment before steering clear of the beggars.
Who would want to get their clothes dirtied by getting too close to them?
In the scramble, one of the beggars was kicked by another on the ground and rolled over to Lady Fang's feet.
Lady Fang hopped about in distress, cursing as she moved aside.
"Such bad luck, move along, don't you frighten my grandson."
