The music ended.
The crowd dispersed.
"Earning money is this easy?"
Looking at the circle of copper coins, interspersed with a few pieces of silver, the painted-face man beamed with joy, gathering them up with a tattered cloth, his eyes gleaming.
Just a few days ago, he couldn't even beg for a steamed bun; today, he could stand in the cold wind and shout a few times, and the money came so easily, it felt like a dream, almost unbelievable.
"I want chicken legs, lotus seed soup, bird's nest... and finally, I can buy medicine to treat Seventh Brother's leg injury."
Thank you.
You still remember to treat my leg.
Watching the painted-face man bustling around like a chick searching for insects in the grass, Chen Ping couldn't help but laugh.
Then look at the others.
The two brothers, L
