Father, What Do You Mean?
Editor: Henyee Translations
Big Qian nodded. "When I went out to look for work previously, I went to many places, so I know something."
"What kind of job did you find?" He had earned five taels in a short period of time.
Big Qian was even more embarrassed. "I'd do anything. I've been to many villages. Some families need someone to carry things when they get married. Some need help when they go up the mountain. Some need to withstand beatings when they fight. Anyway, I'll go wherever there's money."
In fact, these jobs did not earn much money. There was once when a rich young master offended someone. His figure was similar to that of the rich young master, so he pretended to be that person and was beaten half to death. In the end, the rich young master saw that he seemed to have vomited blood and directly threw five taels of silver to him.
Actually, the blood was not Big Qian's. It was just chicken blood. He had deliberately spat it out in front of the rich young master.