As soon as these words came out, the surroundings were quiet, and the bald man immediately said: "Look, Brother Tong is crazy about the God of Wealth. He is talking in his sleep here. Why don't I hear the sound of money?"
The man called "Brother Tong" by the bald man, whose surname is Liu, is Liu Tong. He said: "It's either you or your friend. Anyway, one of you two has money, and there is quite a lot of money."
This guy can do it.
Feng Zhou nodded secretly.
Under such living difficulties, it is inevitable to covet money. After all, we are all people who are used to being poor.
No one can expect the other person to be bald, right?
So even though the bald man pinched Feng Zhou's arm, he still said: "I do have a few pennies here."
As soon as they heard "money", several beggars sat up with a "hoo", and even the one who just scolded them all stretched out their hands to ask for money. Feng Zhou smiled slightly, took out the copper coins, and each of them gave them.
Twenty cents, even a bald man can't stop him.
Once Feng Zhou was so generous, no one asked him to add more.
Several beggars praised Feng Zhou for being a good friend and being loyal.
Now I squeezed in and fell asleep.
The beggars suddenly began to snore.
Feng Zhou thought in his mind: There are too many poor people in the world. Even if he is a saint, it will be difficult to change this situation if he cannot improve productivity and liberate productivity.
What's more, he is still only a quasi-sage.
In fact, even after productivity and production relations have been greatly improved, there will still be lazy people who are unwilling to make progress.
For example, the beggars in front of me all have arms and legs and are in their prime. In this huge capital city, what kind of work can they find? Do they have to be beggars here?
Everyone is so good at begging for money and their ears are so nimble. Even if they work as croupiers in gambling houses, they can still have a full stomach!
But they would rather endure the oppression of some uncle or some other uncle than know how to resist, which shows that they are inert to the bone.
Of course, those who need reform most are the lumpen proletarians!
They are born to be destroyers and have no intention of building anything. They are outright bad people and need to be dealt with the most!
There is a long way to go to transform the market!
The sky was getting brighter, and the people crowded under the bridge got up one by one and hurried to make a living.
But the bald man kindly pulled Feng Zhou and advised: "In my opinion, you should go back to your hometown to find your uncle. No matter what, there is still food and clothing there."
Feng Zhou said casually: "It's really uncomfortable to live under someone else's roof."
The bald man said happily: "Then live here and beg for food with me! I have a companion, and you have a companion. We go out together during the day and come back together at night. This is a treasure place, shelter from the wind, and
It's sheltered from the rain, quiet, and the few of us are good people. We have the right time, the right location, the right people, and we have them all."
Feng Zhou smiled and nodded, and asked him, "You said yesterday that you still need to become a disciple first."
The bald man said: "That's natural. But it's easy to handle, because I'm here! I'll take you to the second master now, the clawed eagle Zhang Kai. If you are willing to spend a hundred dollars as a meeting gift, things will be fine
OK! It was much more difficult for me at that time than you, and I didn’t have a Yongle Tongbao on me. Later, I went to capture a fat roast goose to honor the second master, and that’s why I was accepted.”
Feng Zhou nodded, gaining another understanding of these gangster proletarians.
Forcing a good boy to steal and enjoy it by himself, everyone took it for granted. The world is dark, and it is true.
Do you think that only those in the Guanfu are as black as crows?
In fact, the world is difficult, and even in the market, there are people who rely on their fists to bully the weak.
The two were about to start, when the bald man said: "Wait a minute, you have to think about how to get the money, but you can't expose it all, otherwise, when the second master sees him, he will have to leave."
Feng Zhou nodded, counted out a hundred coins, packed up the remaining money, wrapped it in his belt, packed it up, and the two of them got out of the bridge together.
The streets were crowded with people, and the bald man knew that the second master, Zhang Kai, did not go out to beg, but only ate alms at home. On weekdays, he liked to sit in a short alley called "Fuyuan Lane" and bask in the sun.
We arrived at Fuyuan Lane without much effort, and as expected, Zhang Kai sat against the wall on some square bricks.
But unlike in the past, there were several men around him. They all seemed to be beggars from this area, but they were much taller and stronger than the bald man.
As soon as the bald man saw the clawed eagle, he immediately told Feng Zhou: "This is the master, please kneel down and kowtow."
The sharp-clawed eagle stood up, raised his eyebrows, and stretched out his hand to stop him: "Wait a minute! I know this kid. If he doesn't burn incense or worship Buddha, he dares to steal the jobs of my brothers on my land."
The bald man hurriedly smiled and said: "Don't be surprised, Second Master. He is new here and doesn't understand our rules. Today he came here specifically to apologize, and he also brought a greeting gift to officially become our disciple..."
The Taloned Eagle frowned without even looking at it, rolled his two sunken yellow eyes and said, "There are already more wolves than meat on the ground here, and more monks than rice. We can't accept any more disciples. Look elsewhere!"
The bald man hurriedly glanced at Feng Zhou, but Feng Zhou turned a blind eye and said with a smile: "Second Master, my brother came to the capital and wanted to make a living here, but now he has no money. I will wait for him in the future."
I ask for one hundred taels of silver, and I promise to honor you with ninety taels!"
Clawed Eagle is also a shrewd person. Yesterday, he attacked Feng Zhou in a sneak attack. As a result, even though he was breathing for a long time, he didn't hurt the opponent at all. He knew that Feng Zhou had real skills, so he found a step and ran away.
But over the years, he has seen many people with real kung fu, and he knows that a boy of thirteen or fourteen, no matter how advanced his martial arts skills are, but lacks strength, will never be able to defeat a strong man.
Therefore, he invited seven or eight men to cheer him up early, just thinking that if this man came to his door, he would swarm him.
So after hearing Feng Zhou's words, he didn't say a word. He suddenly kicked the bald man and knocked him on his back. He took two steps back, pointed at Feng Zhou among the seven or eight men and said, "Boy, you are so stupid."
I also treat the second master as someone who is idle. Yesterday I knew that you have some skills. I wanted to cherish your talent. As long as you respect me, I will allow you to live here. I didn't expect you to be so arrogant. I'll give you two back.
I am smiling here, acting like a traitor, is it because I am seeking death, brothers, come here!"
Seven or eight men agreed in unison, gathered around and looked at Feng Zhou, sneering.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the bald man quickly got up. Regardless of the blood in his nose and mouth, he knelt down and kowtowed to the clawed eagle: "Second Master, please spare him. He told me well yesterday that he wanted to be your wife."
Master. He used to be a rich man, and he was used to chatting with big shots, so he bumped into the second master. He was rich, with more than a hundred coins, and he also said that he would buy a roast chicken for the second master."
When the sharp-clawed eagle saw Feng Zhou being surrounded, he said nothing and thought he was frightened. He couldn't help but calm down and sneered: "I don't want to eat chicken today." Then he said to Feng Zhou: "If you know the truth.
Yes, just take out all the money you have, and then kneel for an hour, and I will spare your life, otherwise, hey, I will spare you, but my brothers' fists will not spare you."
Seven or eight men nodded at the same time, and someone shouted: "Looking at the thin skin and tender flesh of this boy, it seems that he was rich in the past."
"What's the matter, how can you beat such fine skin and tender meat?"
"If you give me a beating, I will feel better."
"Yes! It makes me angry to see a boy like this!"
Facing the siege of seven or eight people, Bald Man looked worried, but Feng Zhou looked indifferent and looked at the Clawed Eagle: "Second Master, I really don't have any money, I only have a broken basket..."