The wailing outside was so loud that Seventh Grandma was a bit displeased:
"The New Year isn't even over, how come beggars don't say a few festive words, just start crying right away?"
Aunt Lianhua scoffed: "These beggars are all organized, later we mustn't give them anything, just say we don't have any change."
But Seventh Uncle, experienced as he was, said: "If you say that, he'll show you a QR code to scan, and his phone might even be fancier than yours."
The three of them whispered, deciding to pretend no one was home. Otherwise, if that beggar refused to leave, they'd have to listen to this crying and still give money—how frustrating!
But just as they concluded their planning, someone was heard asking at the door:
"Who are you? What do you want?"
It was Zhang Yanping's voice.
Seventh Uncle sighed: Yanping has a soft heart, he'll probably end up giving money.
