Those who eat, drink, have fun and spend money are called money, don’t feel bad.
Investment income, money lent to others, is distressing.
When people in this world are trying to satisfy their own personal desires, thousands of dollars can pass by like running water.
But once they really need to use their sophistication and ways to make money, most people will inevitably think twice about it, even if the money is not worth the price of fun, food and drinks.
So the same thing is used in different ways and has different meanings.
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When I was just taking out my mask, I accidentally dropped nine kilograms of it on the ground, and a few small pieces of money. It would be okay for a beggar to pick up this small amount of money for doing good deeds, but if it were a few taels of silver, the beggar wouldn't be able to pick it up.
Looking at the beggar holding a few pieces of silver in the corner and biting it back and forth, Jiujin couldn't help but stare as if he saw something interesting. The beggar put the silver into his arms and held it in his arms.
The look in my hand lasted for a while.
"Pfft!" As if he thought of something fun, a strange laugh came from behind the mask.
Then, with a shake of his robe, the masked Jiu Jin walked straight towards the beggar standing in the shadow of the eaves.
Ding Ling! Ding Ling! That was the sound made by the jade on Jiujin's waist shaking when he was walking. It was clear and sweet. The sound couldn't help but attract the attention of some people around him.
"Beggar! Are you hungry? Do you want to buy you something more?"
The painting on this mask is really exquisite, and the eyes are just like real ones. Following Jiu Jin, the slightly bloodshot eyes bulged slightly outward, looking straight at the beggar in front of him.
The beggar, who was still looking at it and playing with the broken silver in his hand, was suddenly brought back to his senses by a sudden sound, and he quickly put the broken silver into his arms.
"Oh, it's you, uncle! To be honest, the oil beads that fell from the seams of your hands are enough for me to eat several good meals. Then the porridge will be... Hey...
..Hehehehe..."
After discovering that it was the old man who had just given the money, he quickly bent down and looked at the mask on the old man's face carefully while smiling respectfully.
Those eyes... those fake eyes...
The beggar felt uncomfortable looking at those eyes, and always felt like his hair was trembling.
Those eyes were slightly bulging, covered with bloodshot eyes, and the pupils were extremely dark. No matter where I looked at those eyes from, those eyes were always covering me...
Yes...not staring...but covering...
It's the feeling of having nowhere to hide.
"You're not hungry...then...do you want to make some more money?" He nodded noncommittally, Jiujin lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, and then asked.
The words that were supposed to make people feel joy made the beggar feel tight for no reason. He wanted to refuse, but he was curious.
No...that's not curiosity, that's greed.
"Can you tell me?"
The eyes behind the mask narrowed with a smile. The eyes on the mask did not change, but the black in the pupils and the bloodshot eyes around the whites became more intense. The corners of the mask's mouth below were opened wider.
But the beggar lowered his head and avoided those eyes, so he didn't see them.
"In this way, if you drink all the porridge in this porridge stall today." After Jiu Jin said this, he reached into his sleeves and took out a silver ingot weighing about twenty taels.
In his hand, he stretched it out in front of the beggar's eyes.
"Here! These are yours."
.......
Mr. Wei and Yan Xiaoliu rode on donkeys for about half an hour. Near noon, they arrived at the square in the center of Shangqiu where the "big beams" were hung.
The debris scattered around the square blocked the daily passage of people, so part of it was cleaned up.
But the scene of destruction after the ruins of the big bell in the center remained unchanged.
In order to protect the original state, the government also set up a rice paste-colored tarpaulin tent around it, with stones pressed around it and supported by thin wooden piles to prevent strong winds and rain.
And once there are ordinary people
If you get close, you will be questioned and interrogated by the guards guarding the area.
This is arranged by Master Dianshi,
In his words, "Criminals have a habit of returning to crime scenes to admire their criminal art."
The guards in charge of the surrounding areas had received a notice from the county government in advance and knew that the arrester was coming early that morning.
The officer who came up saw him with someone beside him and didn't say anything. He just looked at it a few more times and then hurriedly took out a wooden box from behind, with several pairs of gloves made of black silk on top.
"This is an imported item from Dihuang. Put it on, it will help us protect the scene." Yan Xiaoliu picked up two relatively clean-looking gloves and handed them to Mr. Wei beside him while explaining, and then he
I also wore a pair.
Without wasting time on his gloves, Mr. Wei rolled up his sleeves and stepped into the ruins first.
"Have you checked it out?" Mr. Wei squatted on the ground and looked at the broken bricks on the ground. He turned his head and asked, gesturing along the broken lines with his hand.
Yan Xiaoliu, who walked in shortly after, shook his head, "The time between the fall of the beam yesterday and today was very short, so we haven't had time yet."
Mr. Wei nodded, and the two of them walked slowly around the ruins.
"Did you see anything?" Yan Xiaoliu and Lao Wei stood directly under the clock in the bell tower. He looked at the person next to him with his head raised high, staring closely at the top, as if he was thinking about something, and he didn't say anything for a long time.
Mr. Wei couldn't help but ask.
Mr. Wei pondered for a moment and then asked,
"Can Yan Captou make it easier?"
"Please say."
"Please send someone to collect all the metal parts."
"In this ruins?"
"yes."
After taking a deep look at Mr. Wei, Yan Xiaoliu said nothing more and walked quickly towards the garrison officers.
Looking at the figure of Yan Captou, Mr. Wei couldn't help but frown.