We feel the temperature.

Mo Shaoheng was also sighing, there was only so much he could do.

As for money, find a way to earn it.

At this time, Mo Shaoheng was holding the ledger handed over by the shopkeeper.

Mo Shaoheng: "..."

He took these little beggars in firstly to give them a chance to live, and secondly, he also had his plan.

It's just that I didn't expect the daily maintenance expenses to be quite a lot. Now these expenses don't include making a bunk bed for them, no matter what, each person must have a bed, each person's change of clothes, etc.

Mo Shaoheng felt that someone would definitely call him a prodigal.

He suddenly felt that there is a very correct sentence, how can you save the world if you don't save yourself first!

Today, the Battle of the Three Streets is still going on, and more people come to watch the game than expected.

But there are also some places that are different from the past.

At the intersection, several children with small wooden boxes hanging on their chests appeared.

"Steamed buns, freshly steamed buns!"

"Ice cream, sweet and cold ice cream!"

A drawn out voice came. "What are buns?"

"Isn't this a little beggar on the street?"

As a result, the youngest little beggar showed a mouthful of small white teeth, and the corners of his mouth turned into crescents, "We are not little beggars anymore, we are small shopkeepers in the Zhenbei Palace."

A group of spectators were dumbfounded, and someone couldn't help waving, ready to ask a question.

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