The old beggar was holding the change in his hand, with a beaming smile on his face.
If I spend this small piece of silver frugally and beg for food, I might be able to get by for half a month.
"I heard it. I only heard it." The old beggar chose his words carefully. He naturally knew the principle of taking money from others and doing things for them. After thinking for a while, he spoke tremblingly.
"Those people, it seems, are called the Rookie Club, and they have been recruiting people from the outer city. The master is such a sharp-sighted person, so he should be able to see the clues.
Almost half of the beggars here have joined the guild and are now fed. This is a good thing for old stubborn people like us. With fewer beggars, we may be able to eat our fill."
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