Tomorrow, there will definitely be another generation of beggars, and they will repeat the same tricks. We are destined to endure their endless torture, restlessness in bed and food, and exhaustion.

We returned to the stage and looked at each other silently. Leopard was an open-minded man. He never knew that there were such a group of scumbags in the world and such despicable activities. His head was like a rattle; the white beggar was knowledgeable and resourceful, but he had no choice but to do anything about these despicable means; the black beggar was irritable, gritted his teeth, and slapped the wooden pillars on the stage, hoping to break the wooden pillars; I covered my ears, watched the demons dancing in the distance, and sighed.

That night, we were in pain until dawn again.

After dawn, the group of dirty beggars left, with only their feces and urine left on the ground.

We headed south and continued to move forward, and a group of beggars followed behind us. This time, they changed their faces. They continued to follow us not far or near, and we stopped, and they stopped; we walked, and they walked. We turned around and chased, and they turned around and ran away.

Beggars are really bored, boring to the point of being sick. Beggars are divided into territory, and the beggars along the way handed over us to the next group of beggars like relay races.

We walked forward and saw a forest and a pagoda in the woods. This place is not far from Zhangjiakou. I heard from the locals that you can see Zhangjiakou by standing on the pagoda.

There is a path in the woods that leads directly to Zhangjiakou. The black beggar asked us to walk in front. He decided to hide in the dense bushes and decided to teach these scumbags a lesson.

Bai Beggar reminded him: "Don't cause a murder. If a murder case is caused, the government will pursue it."

The black beggar said, "No, if you don't teach him a lesson, he would think you're easy to bully."

The three of us continued to move forward and deliberately walked very fast. The beggars relied on the large crowds and gathered to chase after them. When we walked to the bottom of the pagoda, we suddenly stopped and the beggars also stopped.

I pointed at the beggars and scolded, "Come here!"

Among the beggars, there was an old man with a white beard. He directed the beggars to stand in a neat row. He stood in front of the line and waved his arms. Every time his arms were waved, the beggars would shout out in unison. The beggars cursed back, "Come here!"

I shouted at them, "Your mom, give it back to your grandma."

The old beggar raised his arm and fell down again. The beggars cursed in a loud voice: "Your mom, your grandma."

These shameless people learn from me to speak. They scold them whatever I scold, and their voices are louder and more neater than mine. I want the leopard and the white beggar to scold me. The leopard and the white beggar shook their heads and walked aside. They don’t bother doing such boring things.

Suddenly, I had an idea and remembered the opera "Su San's Interpretation". "Su San's Interpretation" is a classical opera that has been widely circulated. It describes the incident of Su San's injustice in Hongdong County, Shanxi Province. From the county magistrate to the maid, Hongdong County framed her. When Su San was about to leave Hongdong County, he sang a play, listing the nine major hatreds in his heart. The last sentence was: "There are no good people in Hongdong County."
Chapter completed!