Chapter 1113: Howl again, and I’ll take your dog’s life
The people waiting in line nearby couldn’t hold back and all covered their noses, saying to the hunchbacked man carrying firewood, "Big brother, why does your son stink so much?"
"Exactly, why does this little kid stink like that?"
The man carrying the firewood turned his head and forced a smile. "Everyone, my apologies. My son has developed pustules on his body, and since I don’t have enough silver to treat him, many places on his skin have ulcerated, so he occasionally emits an unpleasant smell. I’m just carrying firewood into the Capital to sell, hoping to earn some silver to have him see a doctor. I’m really sorry for troubling everyone."
Such a humble and courteous father.
Although the crowd felt quite annoyed, they couldn’t bring themselves to say anything. Life is hard for everyone when you’re away from home, so they decided to endure the smell and let the matter pass.
The line moved quickly, and soon it was the hunchbacked man and his son’s turn.
"What stinks so badly?" The government soldier preparing to search them sniffed hard, the stench hitting him squarely in the nose. He immediately covered his mouth with his hand.
The hunchbacked man quickly responded with a forced smile, "Masters, my sincerest apologies. It’s because my son has pustules on his body, many places are ulcerated. I hope you officials can bear with us."
The soldier guarding the city gate waved them away in disgust, covering his nose. "What’s wrong with you? Your son is sick, and you won’t get him treated? Move along, move along; get out of here quickly."
"It’s all because poverty brought this misfortune! My poor son is so unlucky. Thank you, Masters—you are good people and will surely be rewarded for your kindness!" The hunchbacked man spoke flattering words as he pulled the little kid beside him and quickly slipped into the city.