Just then, an angry curse rang out from the courtyard. The "beggar" kicked over a nearby water basin. "What rotten luck! Fucking rotten luck!"
"I must've forgotten to check the almanac before heading out. Not only did I barely make any money, but I also had to stuff myself with dry steamed buns! I'm about to burst! If I'd known it would be like this, I would've just stayed home and balanced my books."
In the courtyard, the "beggar," now clad in a brocade robe, was still muttering curses.
...
On the rooftop, Lin Qingfeng watched the scene unfold below, then turned to Su Ling'er.
"See that, Junior Sister? The people who give him alms work themselves to the bone all day just to earn a few copper coins. They probably make less than he does begging on his knees for a day."
"In this mortal world, the human heart is devious. What you see on the surface is rarely the truth. As for able-bodied people who choose to live by begging... well, you should think carefully about that."
