While talking, several people at the next table were almost ready to start their performance.

"I proposed this game, so I'll go first. Ahem, be prepared to listen..."

"My family has been without food for several days. The thief came in last night and left crying!" he said.

Someone on the side joked: "Come on, your family has been without food for several days? Yesterday I saw your fat wife leading your fat daughter to buy candied haws at the gate of Wa City!"

The man from before glared at this man: "We agreed that playing games is better than being poor. If you want to disrupt things like this, then you will settle all the debts of our brothers later?"

The person who made the joke quickly apologized and said, "I'm just kidding, so let me do it too!"

Clearing his throat, he said: "As long as it's a problem that money can solve, I can't solve it."

The man before also immediately joked: "If money can't solve the problem, copper plates can solve it, right? If you are not poor enough, who will replace you?"

The third person raised his hand, "I'll do it! Listen carefully..."

"It hasn't rained for many days, so I haven't washed my hair. I took my wife to visit the Wa Market yesterday. It was really just a stroll."

Immediately, someone started to make trouble again. This time the person who made trouble was a little fat and had a mole under his eye.

"Not washing your hair can only mean that you are lazy. When you go to the tile market, you only shop but don't buy. Maybe you have some inventory at home and you just go out for fun and entertainment. You are not poor enough!"

"Fat Zhao, am I not poor enough? Then do it! You damn fat man!" the third person said angrily.

Fatty Zhao chuckled: "Come just come, whoever is afraid of whom!"

"Forget about visiting Wa City, I can lie down at home as long as I can, because I'm afraid I'll get hungry if I turn over!"

Several people at the table who participated in this game were silent.

"How about it? Do you think I win?" Fatty Zhao raised his eyebrows proudly.

The one who said he was going to visit Wa City earlier came to his senses and said, "Not counting you winning, there is still Wang Xiaoliu who didn't mention it! Wang Xiaoliu, tell me, you are the only one left. You must defeat Fatty Zhao on our behalf."

!”

The man named Wang Xiaoliu sat there with his head raised and his mouth open, as if an old monk was in meditation, motionless.

"Hey, Wang Xiaoliu, what's wrong with you? It's your turn..." Someone on the side raised his hand and waved it in front of Wang Xiaoliu a few times, urging.

Wang Xiaoliu finally moved. He frowned and looked at the person in front of him with a complaining look on his face: "You are blocking me from drinking the northwest wind."

Everyone at the table laughed.

The third person who laughed loudest was the third person. He pointed at Fatty Zhao and said: "Hahaha, Fatty Zhao, Wang Xiaoliu is so poor that he is going to drink the northwest wind. If you lose, you lose!"

Fatty Zhao blushed. Suddenly, his eyes flickered, he raised his hand and slapped the table, glared at Wang Xiaoliu, and gritted his teeth and said, "I don't dare to go to the toilet, for fear of being hungry!"

Wang Xiaoliu smiled lightly and wrote lightly: "Fat Zhao doesn't go to the toilet, I'm hungry!"

The table suddenly became quiet.

Fatty Zhao and several others were stunned and dumbfounded.

Someone suddenly burst out laughing, almost spitting out the half-eaten vermicelli in his mouth.

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't hold it back for a moment."

It's Yang Ruoqing at the next table.

She covered her mouth with one hand and waved towards the table of Fatty Zhao and Wang Xiaoliu.

Luo Fengtang quickly handed over a handkerchief: "Come on, Qing'er, wipe it."

Yang Ruoqing took the handkerchief and wiped it. At this time, everyone at the next table also thought about the meaning of Fatty Zhao and Wang Xiaoliu's words.

A few people also lay there laughing and laughed, while those who were not laughing patted Wang Xiaoliu on the shoulder: "Wang Xiaoliu, you are really amazing. You can even think of such harmful things. I am convinced. I am completely convinced."

Got it!"

Fatty Zhao couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the hot sweat from his forehead: "I also admit defeat, there is no one poorer than Wang Xiaoliu on this table."

Wang Xiaoliu laughed bitterly: "To be honest, I am really poor. I had a quarrel with our employer years ago, and he fired me without giving me a penny."

"My parents, wife, and children are all waiting for me to settle my wages and go home for the New Year. Now I'm worried about this!"

Fatty Zhao was surprised: "What? So you said you lost your job and hid it from your siblings?"

Wang Xiaoliu nodded.

Others at the table also asked: "Why are you quarreling with your boss? He is your bread and butter, aren't you being stupid?"

Wang Xiaoliu said: "I can't bear to see him doing those evil things, mixing good rice with moldy rice and selling it for takeout."

"Hey!" Others at the table were shocked and then shook their heads.

"You are seeking justice, but what can you do? You were fired, you didn't get a penny, and you still sell that rice for takeout!" Fatty Zhao said.

Wang Xiaoliu said: "I don't care what he does, anyway, I have to act according to my own conscience! I just don't do evil things myself!"

The people at the table sighed.

Fatty Zhao said again: "Wang Xiaoliu, how about celebrating the New Year?"

Wang Xiaoliu raised his head and looked at the brothers in front of him. These were his childhood friends.

"To be honest, I came out to hang out with everyone today because I actually wanted to borrow some money from the brothers here to get through this year first!"

"Ten pennies is never too little, and a hundred pennies is never too much. I will go out to find something to do after the Chinese New Year. Then I can pay you all back your money, is it possible?"

As soon as Wang Xiaoliu said these words, the people at the table who were still sighing suddenly fell silent.

Then, all kinds of words about crying about being poor came out. If before, comparing everyone's poverty was just a game, with an exaggerated color to amuse.

So now, one or two of them really used all their special skills. In the end, they wished they could have Wang Xiaoliu lend them some money!

Fatty Zhao got angry and slapped the table, "What's going on with you people? Wang Xiaoliu and I grew up together. Tell me, you encountered difficulties in the past. Where is Wang Xiaoliu?"

No help this time?"

"Let's take it from you," Fatty Zhao pointed at one of the sharp-mouthed ones, "That year there was a famine in Qingshui Town, and the price of rice in the town was driven up. It happened that your wife had no milk after giving birth."

"Who helped you find a way to get ten kilograms of millet from the rice and grain shop so that your wife and children could make rice soup to tide them over? It was Wang Xiaoliu!"

The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks immediately shrank, "I know Wang Xiaoliu helped me, and I want to help him, but now my wife has given birth to a third child, and the family is getting more and more difficult day by day. Otherwise, let's get together as brothers.

I won’t come here to eat spicy hotpot for just a few cents!”

Fatty Zhao gritted his teeth in anger and raised his hand to slap the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, but Wang Xiaoliu stopped him.

"Fat Zhao, forget it, everyone has their own difficulties, don't force it!" Wang Xiaoliu looked sad.

"Xiao Liu, I'm sorry, I have something to do at home, so I'll leave first!" The one with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks quickly ran away.

Seeing him slip away, several other people also got up and ran away for various reasons.
Chapter completed!