This was probably the night Luo Yongsheng slept the most at ease.

Although he only found a somewhat dilapidated house, it was covered with tiles, which was much better than the days when he first traveled through the wilderness.

It was very cold in Yangzhou late at night, and the windows of the deserted house were broken. The wild wind that could not be stopped was poured into the house along the open door, shaking the thin Luo Yongjie with cold. Luo Yongsheng took off his clothes and covered the former.

Luo Yongsheng, with his bare back, took off a door panel, got into a wooden table by himself, blocked the wooden table with the door panel, and curled up and slept all night, and he slept very sweetly.

"Brother, brother."

Luo Yongsheng was awakened by Luo Yongjie early in the morning. When he pushed open the door panel, he saw Luo Yongjie squatting.

"Brother is awake." Luo Yongjie smiled very sunny, like the morning light shining behind him: "Let's go quickly, we have to go begging for food."

"I won't beg for food today."

Crawling out from under the table, Luo Yongsheng's first words made Luo Yongjie stunned.

"Begging for food can only guarantee that you will not starve to death. How can you beg for the rest of your life if you want to stand out?" Luo Yongsheng rubbed Luo Yongjie's head and said earnestly: "If you have steamed buns today, you should not think about whether you can eat them tomorrow, but about how to eat something better than steamed buns tomorrow. It is the main thing."

Begging for a beggar, he didn't even have a bowl at the beginning. It was so difficult to make a name for himself in ancient times, where class solidification and distinction between high and low, to put it bluntly, he was full of knowledge and had no household registration, so he could not participate in the imperial examination, let alone be in the temple.

You said your name is Luo Yongsheng, what proof do you have?

Who would be assured to use it if you don’t know the roots?

Luo Yongjie doesn't understand what Luo Yongsheng is thinking. He doesn't understand what Luo Yongsheng said. He is still young, only thirteen years old this year, but he has been begging for more than ten years. It can be said that in his short life, begging for the whole life.

He knows nothing but begging.

"Yesterday we opened the water for Mr. Wu's old house. They rewarded us with ten copper coins and could buy five mixed grain steamed buns."

Seeing that Luo Yongjie didn't understand, Luo Yongsheng was also willing to teach him, so he gave the simplest example: "If we just beg for food, we are lucky. How could we beg for five steamed buns so easily in a day?"

I thought this explanation would make Luo Yongjie understand the value of labor, but I didn't expect that the little guy almost suffocated Luo Yongsheng to death with just one sentence.

"But brother, at the most, I begged for more than a dozen steamed buns."

Luo Yongsheng glared at him angrily: "If there are twenty, thirty, one hundred."

"Then I can't finish it." Luo Yongjie scratched his head: "Often when I beg for more than a dozen, I will find a broken house to stay. I can eat and sleep for several days without getting wet in the rain and getting frozen."

"So begging for the rest of your life, it's still a beggar." Luo Yongsheng angrily patted Luo Yongjie's head: "If you want to eat meat, you have to find a way to get rid of the identity of a beggar. Only by erasing the lowest identity mark of a beggar can you reach a higher level and enjoy a better life."

Luo Yongjie was like listening to the heavenly book. He could understand every word of Luo Yongsheng's words, but if he was connected, he would not understand the meaning at all.

But if you don’t understand, Luo Yongjie understood a little. Following Luo Yongsheng’s words, he would only hear the “meat” he had heard of but never eaten in the future.

A food that is better than steamed buns.

"That brother, what should we do now."

Following Luo Yongsheng honestly and properly, Luo Yongjie asked curiously: "Do you continue to open the water to those foreigners' homes?"

"That's right."

Luo Yongsheng didn't realize that there was anything shameful about getting into the water, so he responded in one go. Seeing that Luo Yongjie showed a look of discomfort on his face, he snorted unhappily: "What's wrong, I still think it's dirty."

People are about to starve to death, and it is ridiculous that they don’t want to do this and that they don’t want to do this.

"Yongjie, you have to remember that begging is not embarrassing. The so-called husband will inevitably have great ups and downs in his life. Even if he loses food one day, he will kneel on the street and beg for food.

But you must not regard begging as a matter of right, and you must not regard begging as the only choice to survive in this life. Begging for a while is to survive, and begging for a lifetime is to die.”

At the end of the conversation, Luo Yongsheng's tone began to rise: "Everyone has his own value, but beggars are worthless, and those who have no value will be despised."

Luo Yongjie nodded repeatedly, and Vino should have been. Seeing his cautious look, Luo Yongsheng sighed and slowed down his tone.

"Do you still remember the old man who took me to Mr. Wu's house yesterday?"

"Remember."

"The job of going through the water was told by the butler. The butler was unwilling to find the servant to be a servant, so he turned around and asked us to do it, because we are beggars, will those who are almost starving to death still dislike the life being dirty?"

Luo Yongsheng recalled yesterday's incident and laughed: "You said, would they be happy if we could go into the water for free for these foreigners?"

"Free?" Luo Yongjie was surprised. Before he could question it, Luo Yongsheng had already spoken first: "I know what you want to say. Free is the benefit of free, because these shit and drowning things are much more valuable than wages."

"Is this thing valuable?"

Hearing that Luo Yongjie didn't believe it, Luo Yongsheng laughed: "Wu Yuanwai moved a house and even loaded these pickled goods away, which means he was already stingy in his bones. If the three cars of shit drowning are not worth it, how could he be willing to give us ten cents?

For workers and capital, their own rewards are only one-fifth of the value of output, so that there is a conscientious capital. Wu Yuanwai is such a stingy person, so I estimate that those three big cars of shit can be worth one or two hundred cents at the least."

One or two hundred texts?

This number made Luo Yongjie open his eyes wide. From childhood to adulthood, he had never imagined such a wealth in his life.

Just those three cars of smelly and dirty things?

"There is no man who specializes in doing this kind of thing in Yangzhou City."

Luo Yongsheng raised his head slightly. Although he was a beggar, he also had the style of guiding the country.

"Yesterday, the old man taught me that he had some knowledge and knowledge. It was said that 360 professions can be produced in the top scorers. What's wrong with collecting manure? The man is asked to take care of the manure of hundreds of thousands of people in Yangzhou City. In the future, you can be a manure agent."

At the end of his speech, Luo Yongsheng himself burst into laughter and kept patting Luo Yongjie on the shoulder: "Diet, haha."

Luo Yongjie scratched his head with a joke, but his eyes were full of longing.
Chapter completed!