Chapter 37: Fortune and Misfortune Have No Door, It's Up to the Person

A sudden voice sounded, and the old man suddenly stopped and turned back, smiling without saying a word with his head slightly lowered.
I saw the figure that was originally slumped in the corner of the wall stand up. That skeleton was large, but not a thin bamboo pole without any flesh.
He may not be as strong as a tiger or a leopard, but he is still sturdy and muscular, unlike a beggar who has never had enough to eat.
As their eyes met, his were not lazy or casual, but sharp as if they were blades.
“This old man doesn’t recognize real people face to face, it’s a sin, it’s a sin.”
He paid special attention to the wooden box beside him, which was black and shiny with no patterns, six feet long, and probably the other person’s weapon.
He has traveled all over the place, met countless people, and has not only a mouth that speaks the truth but also a pair of skills to recognize people.
He clearly felt a mysterious ripple behind the mask of the old man, and although he had no interest in the martial arts of the martial world, he became intrigued by the mask.
“Old man, do you sell this mask?”
Despite dressing like a beggar, he seemed indifferent to money.
Rich people are convincing when they say they consider money as dirt, but it feels strange when a beggar with nothing acts so grandly.
There is no Beggar's Sect here, and even if there is, they don't have any power or influence.
The little girl next to me saw this intimidating beggar in front of her,
and she spoke out with righteous indignation, "Grandpa gave you a piece of land and more than ten copper coins, and now you still want to take away our means of living? That's too much!"
"Ugly child, don't speak recklessly!"
He pulled the girl behind him and said with a smile, "This ancestral skill cannot end with me. Although the teacup is small, it weighs a thousand pounds!"
"Excuse me, excuse me."
Saying that, he hurriedly grabbed the girl next to him to collect their things and leave in a panicked rush.
Meanwhile, Cui Chong stayed there, completely unconcerned. He was only curious why the other party was so cautious as to not resort to strong-arm tactics.
"Grandpa, why do you have to give money to that beggar!"
The little girl in a red coat followed the old man, puzzled and asked, in her impression, ten cents was definitely not a small amount of money.
"The most important thing when traveling on this jianghu is your keen observation. Look at this frosty weather, that person is dressed lightly with no signs of cold. And if the old man is not mistaken, the small wooden chest next to him is a murder weapon. Ugly kid, don't provoke such people on this jianghu, remember that good or bad luck is self-inflicted!"
The girl nodded in a puzzled way behind him. The bright red sugar-coated hawthorns just bought from the vendor filled her mouth with the free play of sweet syrup and sour hawthorn flavor, making her forget the momentary unhappiness.
Children's joys and sorrows come and go quickly.
Today is a significant day as it is the quadrennial day of reckoning for the ledger of the Rishengchuan bank. The proprietors of the bank from all over the country have returned for this occasion.
As the third son of the head of Risshunchuan Pawnshop, Liang Xiaohua spends his days drunk and wandering aimlessly, indulging in a carefree lifestyle.
Despite his privileged upbringing, he also possesses a rare empathy for the poor and is always generous to those less fortunate.
At this moment, he is sitting in a sedan chair carried by four people, steadily moving forward.
He opens the curtain after being away from home for a long time, and a jade ring with a bright green emerald is worn on his thumb.
Suddenly, a beggar walking on the street caught their attention. He was different from the ordinary beggars - his gaze was not evasive, his waist was straight, and his body was strong.
"Stop the sedan!"
The sedan bearers heard the command and immediately put down the sedan. One of them hurried over to the strange beggar.
He was the man who was preparing to move away, named Cui Chong, who only wanted to find a place to wash away the dirt on his body. He was not a cross-dresser and had no plan to dress up as a beggar.
"I have never seen a beggar like you before. You are truly unique!"
Liáng Xiǎo Huá miàn tài wēi qíng xù gāo'āng, tí qǐ wèn tí shí yī zhī shǒu bù tíng de bō nòng zhe shǒu zhǐ shàng de bì lǜ sè fěi jù bǎn zhǐ。
Cuī Chóng yǎn shén píng shì tā de mù guāng: "Shéi hé nǐ shuō wǒ shì qǐ bèi le, wǒ yī bù gōng shēn èr bù qǐtǎo nán dào jiù yīn wèi wǒ zhè yī shēn dǎ bàn ma?"
"That smelly beggar has contaminated Third Master's eyes and nose with his odor. The master is waiting for you at home!"
While scolding Cui Chong next to her, she politely advised Lian Xiaohua in a low voice.
"It's interesting that I, Liang Xiaohua, introduced you to my friend today. It shows that my judgment of character is not always correct."
As she spoke, she ignored the odor emanating from Cui Chong and pulled his sleeve forward, urging him to follow. "Today is the day of Liang's big celebration. Please accompany me there!"
Behind him, his servants carried an empty sedan chair and followed behind. The servant who had just been admonished tried to say more but was kicked to the ground by Liang Xiaohua.
He still had the smell of rouge and powder on him. In the eyes of everyone present, Liang Xiaohua was just a second generation rich kid who lived off his family's wealth.
Playing with women and being drunk and dreaming all day, he doesn't care about the family's business at all.
The reason for all of this is because his favorite woman was married into the family as a concubine by his father.
He who avoids reality is unable to face the woman who became his stepmother, and can only evade all reality through this means.
The building is constructed of blue bricks, combining eastern and western styles with a width of five rooms. It faces north and sits south, with a brick and wood structure. A western-style arch is located in the center of the bright room on the south side.
Without any hesitation, he walked in and someone respectfully called out to the leader, Liang Xiaohua: "Three Sir".
This door naturally showed utmost respect to Liang Xiaohua, even though he was not favored in this mansion and probably could not gain control of the Liang family's power.
可主幼自有尊卑，梁晓华作为府中的主子，即使他再受重用还得恭恭敬敬的喊上一句三爷。
“三爷，这叫花子不能进去，今天这特殊日子喜庆气氛可不能被这下贱的胚子给打扰了！”
He accompanied with a smile without showing any emotion, while Liang Xiaohua looked a little tipsy and breathed out alcohol, and he could only tolerate it.
“Why doesn't my word count here anymore? If my friend can't get in today, isn't that slapping my face?”
His voice rose and he slapped himself in the face, the clear sound making the servants around him afraid to laugh.
They even had to force a smile and make way for him, covering their mouths and noses in disgust as he passed by.
What kind of family is Liang's family? Not only would beggars be driven away by servants, but even approaching would be difficult.
The shopkeepers from all over have come here, and through the southern gate there is a courtyard more than six meters wide. On both sides are two small Western-style buildings with the same height, and the main building is a Qing-style architecture made of green tiles and bricks.
The main building is visibly taller than the two adjacent foreign buildings, clearly showing its superiority.