A middle-aged man lies on a homemade four-wheeled vehicle and slowly drives into the food city.

It is said to be a four-wheeled vehicle, but in fact it is just a wooden board with a few wheels, no more than half a meter wide and less than two meters long, just enough for a person to lie on it, only 20 centimeters above the ground, and electricity as the energy source.

The middle-aged man held the remote control in one hand to control the direction, and held a leather basin the size of a football in the other, shouting in a low and loud voice: "Fellow villagers, I injured my legs on the construction site and had no money for medical treatment, so I had to choose amputation, my family life is difficult, and I still have elderly parents and wives and children, so I have to come out to beg, dare to ask all the benevolent people to help, I am grateful!"

Speaking of sadness, the middle-aged man burst into tears.

It's actually a beggar.

Countless pedestrians stopped and fixed their eyes on the beggar, who was lying flat on the flatbed, his body in tattered clothes, and a pair of trousers on his lower limbs, the lower half of which was indeed empty.

Someone who did good things stood behind the beggar and observed that the lower limbs inside the trouser leg were tightly wrapped, and it seemed that a section had really been amputated.

What a poor beggar!

The middle-aged man is disabled, his movement is a little over, the hand holding the remote control trembles from time to time, the flatbed truck moves quite slowly, and he always has to stop at the door of a store, and the beggar is panting for breath, looking at the small basin in front of him with blurred eyes and full of hope.

"Pitiful, so pitiful!"

Passers-by were moved, and even parents who took their children to the food city to play stopped the curious children and pulled them behind them.

"Charity is a blessing, if you can give a little, it is a little!"

In particular, they could not show their indifference in front of the children, and everyone gave generously.

Ten dollars.

Thirty dollars.

Passers-by took out their wallets and began to donate, and a seven or eight-year-old boy broke free from his father's hand and ran to the beggar alone, hesitatingly took out a bright red hundred-yuan bill from his body and handed it to the leather basin: "Uncle, I wish you good luck, I hope you can be happy too!"

The little boy was dragged away by his father, and when he was about to disappear into the crowd, he turned to look at the beggar again: "I hope he can beg for enough money to cure his sickness, and it is better that he can get back on his feet!"

The reaction of the passers-by made the beggar secretly happy, and when the little boy blessed him, he didn't say anything at all, just waited for the passer-by to disappear, and when no one paid attention, he grabbed the red banknote and looked at it twice, drooling in his mouth, and quickly put the banknotes in the basin into a small sack and pressed it heavily under him, as sharp as a teenager.

After cleaning up, he did not hesitate to control the flatbed car and run to the next house, and the skillful pleading sound sounded, repeating the same action repeatedly.

The beggar finally came to the door of the medicinal food hall all the way, and it was noon, he sighed and shouted loudly: "I am disabled, my family is poor, my children need money to study, and I want money to support my parents, please help me!"

Disturbed by the sound, everyone went out and saw a disabled beggar almost lying on the ground, and the beggar raised his head as much as possible: "Bosses, please give me some money and food!"

Qu Ruo let out a sigh and said to Zhou Yan beside him: "Sister Zhou, it's also pitiful, please make a bowl of noodles for him!"

He took out a hundred-dollar bill and placed it in a basin.

Zhou Yan was extremely sympathetic, and also took out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it over.

She didn't treat it differently, quickly came to the kitchen and made a bowl of medicinal food according to the normal procedure, put it in front of the beggar and said, "Let's eat a bowl of noodles first, but you ...... like this"

Zhou Yan was suspicious and didn't know if the disabled beggar could take care of himself.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The beggar thanked him and placed the bowl on the ground, less than ten centimeters from his mouth, and placed the basin and remote control in his hand on the ground next to him.

With his right hand, he picked up chopsticks and ate the medicinal food with difficulty. Because of the lack of lower limbs, he could not maintain balance in his limbs, and his right hand made several mistakes and dropped the noodles on the ground.

"This tastes ......"

Rukou felt a faint bitterness, frowned, just wanted to dislike but found another feeling, and the stomach felt a burst of comfort.

It's not easy to be a beggar, not to mention sleeping in the open without hunger, and if you have money, you can't go to a restaurant to eat at will, and most of those who are hungry and full have gastrointestinal diseases.

The same is true for middle-aged people, who will have a slight pain in their stomach if they do not eat for a long time.

As soon as the noodles entered the stomach, a hot breath rose, and the pain disappeared completely.

The beggar realized that the noodles were not ordinary, and desperately pulled them up in his mouth, holding the chopsticks with his hand much more carefully, for fear that the noodles would fall to the ground again.

"Look at how happy this beggar eats, it seems that he doesn't feel the bitterness in the medicinal diet at all!"

"That is, how can Dr. Qu's medicinal diet be compared to the ordinary? unlike the previous one who would get sick and kill people if he ate it!"

Qu Ruo and Zhou Yan took the lead, and the diners followed suit, putting 100 yuan bills in the basins, which were soon basically full.

"Cool!"

The beggar quickly looked at the noodles stuffed in his mouth, his eyes were full of red banknotes, his whole body was comfortable, his lower limbs couldn't help shaking, and his mind was alive.

This restaurant is not ordinary! The customers of other shops are all 10 or 20 yuan, and the people who come out of the medicinal restaurant take out 100 yuan bills.

Lying on the ground and looking at the bright leather shoes of the bosses, he suddenly had distracting thoughts and wanted to use his usual tricks.

People's desires are endless, all the ways to fight rice to raise grace, to raise rice to raise hatred, Qu Ruo may be fine if it is not continuous almsgiving, but the gift again and again has aroused the evil thoughts in the beggar's heart.

"Blackmailing ten poor people is not worth one rich man!"

Seeing that the noodle soup in the porcelain bowl was at the bottom, the beggar threw the porcelain bowl aside with a twitch of his right hand, his face was hideous, he rolled his eyes, and tried to look up at everyone: "What is in this bowl, my stomach hurts badly after eating, as if a knife is strangled!"

The beggar is very complacent, secretly applauding his perfect performance, and being able to come up with such an idea in an instant is worthy of being a senior in the beggar world.

He has tried countless times, and once a passer-by is tricked, he will obediently follow his instructions: as long as it is not excessive, how much money is given.

Beggars themselves are disabled, and when they get sick, they can't get rid of trouble, and most people will choose to break their wealth and avoid disasters. Even if you have doubts in your heart, you won't dig into it!

Passers-by once said that a bad medicinal diet will cause diseases, and he guessed that the boss would definitely choose to pay for it.

"I'll ask him for the right amount of money later, after this business is done, he will definitely be able to rest for two months, it's too troublesome to come out and beg every day!"

There was silence around him, and he couldn't see the expressions of the boss and passers-by with his head half-tilted. The beggar firmly believes that the boss will give in and pay for himself!