Chapter seven hundred and thirty fifth water monkey for sugar
I don't know for the rest of my life, but the news about his life experience spread rapidly in Yangzhou like wings.
The next day, Yu Sheng sat in front of the inn, looking at the dark word "sword" on a page of book in his hand, and quarreling with the old beggar.
"You have arms and legs, how dare you ask for charity?" Yu Sheng said disdainfully.
The old beggar was lying down and basking in the sun. The rising sun was just the right time to remove the moisture brought by the night. "What's there to be embarrassed about? We are also skilled beggars."
"What kind of technology can you just shamelessly ask for?" After Yu Sheng said this, there was a "chicking" sound under his feet.
He looked down and saw a little water monkey holding a river clam in his hand, pulling on Yu Sheng's trouser leg to give it to him.
"Hey, you learn pretty quickly." Yu Sheng said.
Yesterday, when he had nothing to do, he used the newly made residual sugar, which was the sugar that was collected yesterday, to entertain the water monkeys by the river.
At that time, he saw some water monkeys holding river mussels, so he robbed seven or eight of them and gave them a piece of fish candy.
Unexpectedly, these water monkeys fell in love with residual sugar, and were smart enough to come to the house and exchange river mussels for sugar.
Yu Sheng took the river clam from the water monkey's hand, placed it next to him and continued bickering with the old beggar. He didn't even see the little water monkey still raising his hand.
"The most unskilled person in this world is to be a beggar, a group of parasites who get something for nothing." Yu Sheng said, "All water monkeys know that they have to work hard."
Before he finished speaking, his trouser legs were pulled down again. Yu Sheng lowered his head and saw the little water monkey pointing at the clam, then pointing at his own mouth, and yelling "chirp".
"Ten river mussels are exchanged for a piece of residual sugar. You only have one. When you have nine, I will give them to you." Yu Sheng said, he understood what the water monkey said.
The water monkey refused to give up, and continued to point at the river clam, with his hands on his hips, in a very rude manner.
When one person and one water monkey were arguing, the old beggar said: "Nonsense, being a beggar is extremely technical. In our profession, there are literary beggars and martial beggars."
"Not the Pure Clothes Sect and the Dirty Clothes Sect?" Yu Sheng scolded Xiao Shui Monkey and raised his head and asked.
"What kind of sect is that? A beggar has clean clothes?" The old beggar didn't understand and continued talking about literary beggars and martial beggars.
"Beggars rely on their eyes and mouth. You have to use your eyes to see clearly when you step on the spot. Which family has a dog, which family has a good heart, which family has a bad heart, which family is rich, and which family has chickens to steal."
"Otherwise, if you accidentally beg someone who can't open the pot, the beggar will have to help him; if you steal a chicken to a strong man's house, he will be beaten and there will be no room for reasoning." said the old beggar.
"Wait a minute, you still help people who can't get rid of the trouble?" Yu Sheng couldn't believe it, how is this different from a mouse helping the rich and needy?
"Of course we need relief. Most of these people will become beggars in the future. As seniors and future colleagues, why don't you help me?" said the old beggar.
I didn’t believe it for the rest of my life. The old beggar’s eyes were wandering and he asked, “Are there no other benefits?”
"Yes," said the old beggar, "if you recruit this family into the beggar gang in advance, if the number is enough, you can raise the bag."
"Lifting bag?"
"Yes, pull two people to join the Beggar Gang to make one bag, pull four people to become two bags, pull eight people to become three bags, pull sixteen people to become four bags, pull..."
The old beggar spread his fingers and tried to count, but there were no multiplication tables in this era, so he couldn't figure it out for a while.
"Thirty-two people," Yu Sheng answered for him. This beggar gang sounded like a pyramid scheme, and he didn't know who the leader of the beggar gang was.
"Yes, yes." The old beggar patted his chest and stretched out his thumb and index finger, "Now you know how hard it is for an elder of my age to come here."
No matter how reluctant the little water monkey was, he looked at the old beggar suspiciously for the rest of his life. Feeling that something was wrong, he asked more, "How many bags of elders are you talking about?"
"Don't you know how to count?" The old beggar stretched out his thumb and index finger tremblingly.
"Two?" Yu Sheng said.
The old beggar opened his mouth to speak, but then stopped and changed the subject, "I was talking about literary beggars just now, now let's continue talking about martial beggars."
"Answer my question first." Yu Sheng said, "Is it two bags?"
Seeing that he couldn't escape, the old beggar closed his mouth and muttered "yes".
"Hey, you old thing, I'm telling you." Yu Sheng laughed and scolded the old beggar.
He used to hold out his thumb and index finger, making people mistake him for a bag.
If I hadn't noticed that he didn't have a bag on his waist for the rest of my life and asked too many questions, I would have been misled by him.
"Speak of martial beggars, speak of martial beggars." The old beggar felt a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject.
"A martial beggar is a beggar with martial arts skills?" I followed him for the rest of my life, not to embarrass the old beggar too much, "Dog-beating stick, eighteen dragon subduing palms, bah..."
Speaking of the latter, Yu Sheng spat, subduing the dragon wouldn't mean subduing him.
The old beggar was also stunned, and curiously asked Yu Sheng, "What kind of kung fu are the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and where can I learn them?"
"Learn from your grandma." Yu Sheng said, "I'm just talking nonsense."
"That's it." The old beggar was a little disappointed. "The martial beggar didn't have the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but he did have the Ten Slap Palms."
"Ten slaps?" Yu Sheng motioned to the old beggar to explain carefully, letting the little water monkey pull his trouser legs and pester him endlessly.
"Martial beggars rely on their bodies and force to beg for food." The old beggar said with great interest, "Being a martial beggar must be in good health. When begging for food, you find a shop and go underground. The shopkeeper won't give alms, and he won't leave even if the alms are too little."
"Then the shopkeeper won't let the waiter beat him?"
"So if you have a good body, you need to know how to protect your vitals, and you need to be good at bleeding. Those shops also have to do business, and if they are teased like this by the martial beggar, they will pay the money after a while."
"Where are the ten slaps?" Yu Sheng was eager to hear its appearance.
"Ten slaps are force. Even if two beggars stood at the door of a shop and slapped each other, causing nosebleeds, the shop wouldn't be able to hold on for long before paying."
The old beggar was afraid that Yu Sheng would underestimate the technical content inside, so he hurriedly said: "Don't underestimate the slap in the face, there are many skills in it."
"Within ten slaps, the face will be more bruised and swollen, and the nose will bleed more. The more skilled you are, the better it will be if you can knock out one or two teeth."
"According to the rules of the Beggar Clan, if a martial beggar loses a tooth, the shop will at least pay for it."
"Oh my God, what should I do if all my teeth fall out?" Yu Sheng asked. There is no dentist in this wilderness, and you still use wicker to brush your teeth.
That is to say, in the inn, there are toothbrushing utensils redeemed from the system for Yu Sheng, so it is more convenient for everyone to wash up.
"Of course you won't be able to do this job if you lose all your money. The martial beggar eats the rice of youth."
The old beggar raised his head and looked at Yu Sheng, "Now that I know there are many beggars, it's because of their skills that they can survive, right?"
"The martial beggars you are talking about are not beggars at all, they are just a bunch of gangsters." Yu Sheng said.
Then he shook his head regretfully, "It would be nice if a martial beggar came to the door of the inn. Beat him to death and then resurrect him. After he is resurrected, beat him to death."
He waved and gestured, and then his hand was slapped. When he looked down, he saw that it was the little water monkey asking for salary, expressing his dissatisfaction for being ignored for the rest of his life.