Collecting the Money

Zhouzhou's heart ached profoundly. The two money-grubbers clutched their chests, glaring at Qin Bei with exasperation and reproach.

Zhouzhou couldn't help but say, "Sixth Brother, why didn't you ask the family for help? It would have saved money."

Qin Bei replied with confidence, "If I asked the adults, I'd get a beating, and treatment costs money too. I'm not foolish."

If he wasn't foolish, then who was? Never had they seen someone so silly. Thinking about the money, Zhouzhou and Qin Er felt a pang of distress. Why work at all? It would be better to play games with Qin Bei!

Qin Bei felt dejected after failing to find a job. At that moment, someone approached them, smiling and asked, "Kids, do you want to make some money?"

It was the beggar they had seen yesterday. He had no legs and sat at their eye level, appearing unstrained.

Qin Bei, lacking sense, brightened at the question, "Do you have a way?" The beggar's eyes flashed with disdain at how easily he could deceive them.