Those who eat, drink, and spend money are called silver, and they are not distressed.

The money that is invested and lent to others is called money, and it hurts.

People in this world are all satisfying their personal desires, and thousands of silver are like flowing water, which can be passed.

But once it really comes to the way of human affection and wealth, most people will inevitably consider one or two, even if the money is not worth the price of a pleasure, wine and food.

Therefore, the same thing is used in different ways and directions, and the meaning is also different.

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When he just took out the mask, nine catties accidentally fell to the ground, a few small pieces of money. It's okay for the beggar to pick up this money for a good deed, but if it's a few taels of silver, the beggar can't pick it up.

Looking at the beggar who was holding the few pieces of silver in the corner of the wall and biting back and forth, Jiujin couldn't help but stare intently as if he saw something interesting, and the beggar put the silver in his arms for a while, and held it in his hand for a while, for a while.

"Poof!" As if thinking of something funny, a strange laugh erupted from behind the mask.

Then, with a shake of the hem of his robe, the mask-wearing nine catties walked straight towards the beggar standing in the shadow of the eaves.

Ding Ling! Ding Ling! It was the sound of the Baoyu shaking on the waist when the nine catties were walking, which was crisp and pleasant. The sound couldn't help but attract the attention of some people around him.

"Beggar are you hungry, do you want to eat again?"

The painting skills on this mask are really exquisite, and the eyes are just like the real ones, and if you follow the nine catties, the eyes with a little bloodshot are slightly bulging outward, looking directly at the beggar in front of you.

The beggar, who was still looking at it and playing with the broken silver in his hand, was called back to his senses with a cold sound, and hurriedly put the broken silver into his arms.

"Yo, it's you, uncle! I'll tell you, the oil beads that fell from your hands just now are enough for me to eat a few good meals, and the porridge is ...... Hey....... Hey, hey, hey......"

After finding out that it was the uncle who had just given the money, he hurriedly bent over, carefully looked at the mask on the uncle's face, and said respectfully with a smile on his face.

Those eyes...... Those prosthetic eyes......

The beggar was uncomfortable with those eyes, and there was always a feeling of trembling hair.

The pair was slightly bulging, bloodshot, and the pupils were extremely dark. Wherever I glanced at those eyes, those eyes covered me.......

Right....... Not staring at ........ Is it covered.......

It is a feeling that there is nowhere to hide.

"I'm not hungry....... That...... Do you want to make some more money?" nodded noncommittally, Jiujin lowered his head, was silent for a moment, and then asked.

It was supposed to be a joy that should be felt, but for no reason it made the beggar's heart tighten, he wanted to refuse, but he was curious.

Wrong....... That's not curiosity, it'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 around the whites of the eyes were more intense, and the corners of the mouth of the lower mask were torn apart in a larger arc, but the beggar lowered his head, avoiding those eyes, and did not see it.

"So, if you drink all the porridge in this porridge stall today. When he said this, he reached into his sleeve robe and took out an ingot of silver weighing about twenty taels, held it in his hand, and stretched it out in front of the beggar's eyes.

"Oh! these are yours. ”

.......

Mr. Wei and Yan Xiaoliu rode a donkey for about half an hour, and near noon, they arrived at the center of Shangqiu, where the "big beam" was once hung.

The debris scattered around the square was partially cleared because it blocked the daily passage of the people.

However, in the center, the ruin-like bell did not change in the slightest.

In order to protect the original situation, the government also erected a rice pulp-colored tarpaulin shed around it, which was surrounded by stones and supported by fine wooden stakes, so as to prevent strong winds and rain.

And as soon as ordinary people approach, they will be questioned and interrogated by the guards around them.

This is arranged by the master of the canon,

In his words, "Criminals have a penchant for going back to the scene of the crime and appreciating their own criminal art." ”

The surrounding officers in charge of the garrison had received a notice from the county government in advance, knowing that Yan Zhutou was coming this morning.

The messenger who came up did not say anything when he saw that he was carrying a man with him, but after looking at him twice, he hurriedly carried out a wooden box from behind him, on which were placed several pairs of gloves made of black silk cloth.

"This is a foreign product from Di Huang, wear it, it will help us protect the scene. Yan Xiaoliu picked up two gloves that looked relatively clean, explained and handed them to Mr. Wei beside him, and then put on a pair himself.

Without wasting time on his gloves and rolling up his sleeves, Mr. Wei stepped into the ruins first.

"Have you checked it?" Squatting on the ground, looking at the broken bricks and stones on the ground, Mr. Wei asked sideways, comparing his hand along the broken lines.

Yan Xiaoliu, who walked in next, shook his head, "The time between yesterday's Liang Weaving and today is very short, so it's not too late." ”

Mr. Wei nodded, and the two of them slowly walked around the ruins together.

"Do you see something?" Yan Xiaoliu and Lao Wei stood directly below the clock in the bell tower, he looked at Mr. Wei, who was holding his head high and staring at the top tightly, as if he was thinking about something, and he couldn't help but ask.

Mr. Wei pondered for a moment and asked,

"Can it be convenient for Yan Catcher?"

"Speak. ”

"Trouble the messenger to collect all the metal parts. ”

"In this ruin?"

"Yes. ”

Glancing at Mr. Wei deeply, Yan Xiaoliu didn't say anything more, and walked briskly towards the garrison officers.

Looking at Yan Zhutou's figure, Mr. Wei couldn't help frowning.

"Purpose...... What is it?"