Master Qing San is just full. With his temper and nature, he hates idle men and scoundrels the most. He has hands and feet to do something that cannot live? He insists on becoming a beggar scoundrel.

In normal times, Master Qing San would not look at these people at all, but today he was bored and angry, and he didn't understand the reason, so he opened his mouth and meddled with nostalgia. Unexpectedly, he actually stopped a beggar he hated the most in daily life.

But the words were too irrelevant. Fu Qing said with a gloomy face, "You said he was a scoundrel beggar, is he the only one? Don't he beggar? Even if he is a scoundrel beggar, the laws of the Qing Dynasty did not say that others were prohibited from begging for food! After all, this is also the land of the Qing Dynasty!"

Hi... The three military police were so angry. They said we respect you as the Prime Minister's relative, but it does not mean we are afraid of you, the Qing Dynasty. We have been hit by the army several times in a row, and we still have the face to say this?

The older military and police pointed to the sloppy man who was as limp as mud on the ground and said, "Is there any disease? Our brothers and three of us chased him for three streets in order to catch him. This bastard's cargo bag, which was more than two meters high, flew over with one hand. His body was full of tendons. Do you think he was sick?"

"We almost caught up with people who were training in the five-kilometer off-road. Do you think he is sick?"

Cough cough cough... When the beggar on the ground heard that the big man on the opposite side was willing to stand up for him, he quickly pinched his throat and coughed, "I'm sick, I'm weak when I beat me up, and I can't do physical work... Jun Ye, let me beg for food, I'm not in the way of others!"

"Shut up... I'm in my thirties. You eat five steamed buns in a meal. You run faster on the street than a donkey. You dare to say that you can't do physical work? Damn, I'm not tired when I arrange for you to clean the street last time. Didn't you run away halfway to ask for money?"

Another young military policeman looked at Master Qing San with dissatisfaction and resentment, "Sir! You are reasonable, I will ask you, just hold your broken bowl and beg for food... Damn it, it's not rare to give steamed buns, you just need money! What kind of beggar is this called? A parasite that is purely acquiring for nothing..."

"That's right! If you can't get through, you'll get a famine again. It doesn't matter if you beg for food. There's even a private camp outside Xishuimen. Our special zone still distributes food! But they ask for money, so they need money..."

"You are noble in your status and you should know more than us. Today, you are talking in front of everyone. Is it okay to get something for nothing?"

A few words made Fu Qing run without any loss. At this time, people watching the fun gathered together, and people pointed at each other and didn't know what they were talking about.

The third master had a fever on his face, and it seemed like something was blocking his chest. It was so embarrassing. He finally came out to stand up for trouble once, but why did he meet such a rogue thing?

But if people are put on the scene, sometimes they really can't get out.

"No matter whether he has any reason or not, the laws of the Qing Dynasty did not state that people would not beg, let alone beat and scold! This is the territory of the Qing Dynasty, and it would be unreasonable for you to expel him..."

The sloppy beggar's waist became hard when he heard it, "That's right! The world is so big, I haven't been to Suzhou, Yangzhou, and Shanghai, and I haven't heard of people not begging... There are no rules in Beijing and Tianjin!"

"Hahaha..." The three military police were almost disgusted. "Sir, do you understand? This is a member of the Beggars' Gang. He has been begging for a living for his whole life. He has never thought about doing some serious things..."

"I'm sorry, sir! On any mountain, sing songs, we Chinese people don't raise scoundrels. If you want to raise a city, go to the city of Sijiu to beg for food. Few or not, appear here..."

The old military and police looked at Master Qing San calmly, "The special zone is very rich, but every dime here is not blown by the strong wind, it is gathered from the blessings of every hard-working author here!"

"We are not used to this bad habit. If we want to come in and enjoy the same blessings, we have to work the same labor... Now this person is just two ways. One adult, you are willing to raise your ancestors and raise them yourself. We don't care. But I have to remind you that if you raise them, you can raise them well. If you go out to the streets and become a scoundrel, we will still catch them..."

"The second way, when you go home, we will continue to expel you. Next time we dare to cheat, we will have to force it..."

"What...what do you mean..." asked the sloppy beggar in horror.

"What does it mean? You, a slap guy who is unresolved, have to tattoo the word "rogue" on your forehead. I see how you will lie to others in the future!"

"You..." Master Qing San couldn't even say a word that was squeezed out. No matter how angry he was, he wouldn't ask for such garbage. If such a scoundrel was brought to his house, he would have to beat him to death with his own hands in less than two days.

Xiao Letian, Xiao Letian! You look down on me in the Qing Dynasty, and now your shrimp soldiers and crab generals look down on me! My first-rank prime minister was so humiliated today, I, I, I...

Just when Master Qing San didn't know what to say, another group of people came to the east of the road, like a thin scholar who had lost his parents, leading two little girls. Behind him, a woman with a small foot lowered her head and carried a package, crying all the way. She saw that she was a family and was escorted to Xishuimen by the military and police.

"What sins have they committed again? What sins have women and children have? Do you want to expel them? Is there any humanity..."

Several military and police looked back and understood what was going on without asking.

"Don't even ask, it's obvious that I wrote an immigration application, but I didn't give up enough... My wife and daughter are tangled with her feet. What are you waiting for if you don't expel someone?"

After the group walked in, the new military and policeman and the brother met, the matter was clear. Sure enough, the scholar had already approved the immigration application and sweared to give the woman and daughter a little foot.

He successfully plotted a wealthy man in the special administrative region, but was discovered three months later. It turned out that he secretly asked his wife to bind his daughter's feet when he went home. This was a big taboo for the Chinese people. The military and police quickly investigated and found that it was true and expelled without saying a word.

The down-and-out scholar's eyes were swollen. When he saw the Qing Dynasty who was dragging his braids, he knelt down and kowtowed like pounding garlic. "Sir, please tell me a good thing? My house in my hometown has been sold, and we really have no place to go... Please say good things, don't expel us. We really didn't do anything bad. What's wrong with me binding my daughters' feet?"

"I just can't understand. What should I do if this woman doesn't bind her feet in the future if she doesn't have a family in the future? She can't get married..."

When the man kowtowed and begged, the woman and her daughter knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. The scene was so miserable.
Chapter completed!