Chapter 109: Sky-falling Trap
Although Xiuniang is not a top martial arts master, she has inner strength. The mask on her face and the sword in her hand make her look particularly mysterious and domineering.

Song Qingwan, who has a flamboyant and beautiful appearance, remains calm and composed when faced with difficulties, which further demonstrates the strength of her aura.

It was not until then that the beggars realized that although these two people were women, they were not easy to mess with. So they retreated a little, but did not give up.

Instead, they knelt in the distance and kowtowed again and again, begging, "We have no ill intentions, we are just too hungry, please be kind-hearted and give us some money?"

"Please, save my child!" As to whether there is really a child or not is another matter.

Song Qingwan chuckled. It wasn't that she was cruel, but she said with envy, "Your business is really easy. You can get money just by begging and kneeling. No wonder you are not willing to work hard."

These words made the beggars' faces freeze for a moment, and then they became extremely angry.

"Who wants to be a beggar? Aren't we forced to do so?"

"That's right. If you are not desperate, who would be willing to be a beggar without dignity? Come and kneel down for me and try!"

"What's the point of dignity? What's the point of having nothing to eat, nothing to drink, nothing to wear? The scariest thing is being beaten and killed at will, with no one to care, and no one to collect the body."

"You vicious lady, not only do you not sympathize with us, but you also come to tease us. Don't think that we beggars are easy to bully~"

"Yes, yes, yes, either pay me or get out of here!"

This is a beggars' den. They are so numerous and powerful, there's nothing to be afraid of!

For a moment, the beggars shouted louder and louder, causing quite a commotion and attracting more and more beggars to gather.

But Song Qingwan's smile deepened. Look, the beggar is still very aggressive. Isn't he quite energetic? It is easier to control him if he has a desire to survive. Otherwise, he is like a pool of stagnant water. How can he work for her?

At this time, Song Qingwan said lightly, "It's not impossible for me to give you money." Her voice was not loud, but it could make the crowd quiet down spontaneously.

What? She really gave it to me?! Where did this fool come from?
"Since we are bored, let's have a competition. You can show us your strengths and specialties. If you win, you will get six taels of silver. If you lose, since you don't have anything valuable, you can just give yourself to me."

As soon as these words were spoken, the beggars became excited.

The girl in front of them looked so weak and frail. A young lady from a rich family like her would have a hard time holding a bowl, right? How could they be inferior to a weak woman?

"Can we compete in anything? Does strength count?" The beggars were eager to try, as that was six silver coins!

Song Qingwan's answer was to take out a ten-liang silver ingot from her sleeve and toss it up and down in front of everyone, "It's all right, I win, ten liang!"

Since you can’t make the change for six taels, just increase it to ten taels.

"Suck!" Is this lady crazy? An ordinary beggar is only worth two or three taels of silver, but if you win against her, you can get ten taels? ! Who wouldn't want it? Who wouldn't want it? !
Of course, there are greedy people who are blinded by desire for profit in this world, and there are also sober and responsible people.

This girl came prepared and must have some ability, so how could she lose?

But how can she be sure that she can win all the gambles of various skills?
She was so arrogant. Did she think she was the new master of the Seven Slaves, who was knowledgeable and proficient in love? Girls nowadays are crazy about being famous, right? They want to imitate everyone.

She also calculated that she could not beat ordinary normal people, so she challenged the beggars who looked the weakest but were numerous. Why didn't she just spend money to bribe these beggars?

How do you know that there are no top talents among beggars?

There were some contemptuous looks in the crowd, thinking they had seen through Song Qingwan's pretense.

But there are many people in reality who think it is good to have a master to rely on, so they asked, "What if we lose? We sell ourselves to you? Is there any more money for selling ourselves?" The treatment must be clearly asked. Song Qingwan raised her eyebrows. Of course, she also welcomed the attentive subordinates. "Of course, we can give you another amount of money for selling ourselves according to the market conditions."

I understand. This girl is here to buy a human being, but why doesn't she go to a pawnbroker? Does she have any special requirements? Beggars are always a vulnerable group that is bullied by others. Even if they are selling their lives, no one will seek justice for them.

Therefore, the better the conditions offered, the more likely smart people would think it was a trap. "Miss, what are you going to do after buying this person? Are you going to cut his kidney and bleed him?" This sentence awakened all the beggars present.

"Suck!" No way? !
Yes, yes, otherwise who would look down on beggars? Give them food to eat, give them a house to live in, how can there be such a good thing as pie in the sky in this world?

But what if? If they win, they will get ten taels, and if they lose, they can sell their bodies for money. Otherwise, how about a good meal before they die? The beggars' minds were suddenly in a mess, and they were all waiting and watching.

The person who was speaking was a young man with a big scar on his face, about twenty years old, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, looking quite ruffian.

Song Qingwan certainly didn't hide it. She had always been doing legitimate business. "Of course I work. I go to open up wasteland near Lingtai Temple, or work in a workshop. I get food and clothing, and I get paid monthly~"

Of course, the money this month will be relatively less, but it is still a normal life. As a wandering beggar, who doesn’t want a stable life?

As a result, many people were tempted, and they all whispered to each other, "Let's go? Or should we just go?"

"Let me compete!"

"Then let me try."

At this time, two voices sounded from the crowd at the same time. Song Qingwan looked over and found that it was the ruffian who asked the most questions just now.

There was also a little acquaintance she had met once before, the little boy who took her to Boss Lu’s jade shop, who was now holding the hands of a child even younger than him.

The child's face and clothes were dirty, and it was impossible to tell his gender from his appearance. He was coughing and looked sick.

Unexpectedly, when the two children arrived, the other beggars quickly hid aside, as if they were afraid of being infected with the virus.

Seeing this, the little beggar became uneasy and did not dare to get close to Song Qingwan. He looked forbearing and anxious.

But, this is actually her little koi. Song Qingwan smiled and said familiarly, "It's you, kid. How can you compete with me?"

As soon as Song Qingwan opened her mouth, the little beggar's eyes lit up and he breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the girl in front of him was very capable and kind-hearted. His father once said that if he met such a person, he should follow her because he was still young and could not support himself and his sister by himself.

"Let's compete in strength, arm wrestling, okay?" The little beggar looked at Song Qingwan expectantly.

In fact, you can tell who will lose without a competition. If the girl agrees to compete, it means she is willing to take him in as a little beggar.

Of course Song Qingwan agreed without hesitation, "Okay." She looked like a landlady who had a lot of money but didn't know where to spend it.

For her, raising one child is the same as raising one, so why not give two children a chance? They won't eat much, and they can still work in the future.

The little beggar was so moved that he was almost crying. He ran forward and wiped his hands on his clothes again and again, but his hands were still as black. He was really anxious and cried.

Song Qingwan was amused. "Why don't you just admit defeat and sell yourself to me? A profit of ten taels is still too much for you at the moment."

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