The beggar looked up in astonishment.

The butler and the beggar looked at each other.

"Judging by his appearance, body shape, and temperament, none of them conform to the life of a beggar." The butler whispered to himself, "This is a real beggar." ”

He moved on.

Damn, do beggars also have looks?

I'm not convinced!

That's right, I'm the sackcloth beggar.

At the most critical moment, I changed my body shape in the shortest possible time (somersault technique), changed into old clothes from that year (a month ago), made some dust to wipe my neck and hands, and then took a broken sack with my hand, and disguised myself as I am now.

Not only that, but I immediately giggled, drooling from the corners of my mouth, and pretending to be a child dementia.

"Well, this bone, this eyebrow, is indeed a real fool!" The butler nodded slightly.

He finally walked away relieved.

There's no way, it's all my fault for being too good at acting.

The butler walked out of the alley, pointed to this side with his finger, and instructed the Flying Eagle Gang: "Look at those beggars, they don't have the slightest beggar form, they are very likely to be enemy spies, and they will all be arrested and interrogated." ”

"Yes." The Flying Eagle Gang followed the instructions of the steward, carrying ropes and blades, and was about to arrest people.

Before the gang could get closer, the beggars who had been pointed out by the butler, including a gray-haired old beggar beside me, tore open their rotten clothes, revealing their knotted muscles, stepping on their right foot with their left foot and their right foot on their left foot......

Sou! Sou! Sou!

The crossbowmen in the buildings on both sides were not ornaments, and suddenly arrows rained down, enveloping these fleeing false beggars.

"Just flying arrows, what can I do?" One of the fake beggars laughed, swirled his arms, and easily took a large handful of arrows into his hand.

The butler sneered.

Boom!

The arrows exploded, the air was full of fire, and smoke billowed out.

This one is lucky, some of them are slightly worse in martial arts, and they were hit by dozens of arrows in their bodies, pierced like hedgehogs, and there were no bones left when they exploded.

Those fake beggars are all equipped with unique skills, and they can't even escape half of them.

Yes, not in half.

"Collect the corpse! Not a single finger can leave a single hair out. The butler commanded categorically, "Clues are often hidden in such small details......

I gasped.

Ruthless!

When this housekeeper brother investigated the case, he was a little older than Tang Qi's commander Ling Zexu.

Of course, it may also be that Ling Zexu, an old fritter, deliberately pretended to be cowardly in front of Wang Ziyun.

Anyway, my crisis is finally over.

After searching for several incense sticks, the housekeeper could not find the target (of course), and finally had to leave with a straight face.

The Eagles retreated, and the streets gradually returned to liveliness.

I didn't move.

After waiting for more than two hours, the sun was setting in the west, and I was stretching my waist when the sound of whirring and skimming above my head suddenly sounded, and I had to go away.

The secret sentinel that was secretly watching is finally gone.

But I still didn't leave.

After waiting for another half an hour, I limped to the side of the street to beg with a bamboo pole and a broken leg (here deliberately pretending to be severely disabled).

Other beggars also came out.

In this way, I continued to wait until the sky was dark and the passers-by were thinning, then I sighed, put away a few copper coins in front of me, and slowly paced towards East Street.

Regardless of whether there is anyone secretly watching, the drama must be done!

As I walked, I counted what I had just gained.

Of course, it's not just a few copper coins.

One of the rules of begging: don't put too much money in front of you, otherwise passers-by will feel that there is no need to give alms, but you shouldn't have no money at all, and a few pieces of change can stimulate people's kindness.

A total of 375 copper coins, one penny and two cents of broken silver, and one hundred taels of silver tickets.

And that's less than an hour's worth of gains.

If you set up a spot in Qizhou City for a long time, how much can you earn?

Of course, the silver ticket should be a special case, but the other harvest is also extremely impressive, and it is difficult to earn more than the average craftsman and farmer.

Not to mention the poor scholars who only know how to spend money.

Why are the people of Qizhou so kind-hearted?

I felt it in my heart, holding the silver ticket in my hand, and my face was overjoyed.

Groping my way down the street, I came to the city gate.

Ah, already hungry.

I touched my shriveled stomach and looked up at the store in front of me.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the guests are like clouds.

Tianfeng Tower!

I walked over tremblingly.

"Go, go." Xiao Er, who was guarding the door of the store to greet the guests, saw me from a distance and walked over and waved: "There is no charity here." ”

My neck shrank, my steps staggered, and I staggered into the earthen wall opposite Tianfeng Tower.

Tilt your head and take a look:

The black light is blind, and the door is full of birds......

Yunlai Building.

I hesitated, and finally walked in.

It stands to reason that it is time for dinner, but there is not even a single guest in Yunlai Building.

"You, what are you doing?" A shopkeeper came over with a hoarse voice.

"Little brother, if you want to eat, go to the back alley, you can have some leftovers." Behind the counter, a woman whose face was obscured by a shadow whispered softly.

It's supposed to be the hostess, right?

"I see you, let's go to the back alley opposite, we don't have anything to eat here." The other shopkeeper blinked his eyes and said quickly.

"How?" I jerked out the 100 taels of silver ticket and slammed it on the table. "Look down on me, master?"

The two shopkeepers were stunned.

"Ugh." The proprietress sighed, "Twitter, tea-guest, what do you want to eat?" ”

The fast-talking shopkeeper nodded, and ran into the back door with a gust of wind.

"Stir-fry some meat, ask for a large plate, and get a few side dishes, yes, and wine." I said with a grin.

"Okay, meat, vegetables." The dumb shopkeeper said impatiently.

"Copperhead, go and call Master Wu up." The proprietress commanded.

"Go, go." The dumb voice shopkeeper answered casually and also walked into the back door.

I sat down on the bench and squinted at the door.

A seemingly ordinary passerby immediately looked up at the sky.

Sure enough, they're still staring at us!

I sneered inwardly.

Fortunately, my master acted well enough and didn't show any flaws.

And judging from the level of this stalker, the Flying Eagle Gate doesn't have much suspicion about me, it should just be a routine tracking.

Hmph, see how long you can stare at it!

I yawned.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the door, and several sloppy men broke in.

This costume, this appearance, this physique, all of them are not in the life of a hooligan, and they are obviously here to eat and drink for nothing and make trouble.

Not good!

As soon as I looked at their eyes, I knew immediately that I had made a mistake.

Great mistake –

The silver ticket slapped on the table was not put away!

One hundred taels of silver tickets is naturally nothing to me now, but for ordinary people, it is more than ten years of income.

How many decades can there be in life?

"Hey, little beggar, come and drink?" The scruffy men sat down beside me with a sparkle in their eyes and a wicked smile on their faces.

Their malice can be felt by the blind.

I sneered.

Now it's different from the past, these hooligans, I can beat them down with one hand.

But again I smiled wryly.

The past is different from the present, and now I can't do it......

(End of chapter)