Chapter Seventeen Being a Good Person is Hard

  "Welcome, sir! This way, please?" The shop assistant showed no interest in what was happening outside.

  Yang Bo nodded and said to Tie Niu: "Tie Niu, you go ahead and eat first, I'll go take a look at the situation."

  Tie Niu replied in a silly tone: "I'll go wherever Big Brother goes!"

  "Then let's go together" Yang Bo patted Tie Niu's shoulder, he was more and more fond of Tie Niu's silly and honest character.

  A crowd had already gathered at the entrance, and even the tea houses along the street had opened their windows to look down. By the time the two arrived outside the door, the beggar was lying motionless on the ground.

  However, a beggar covered in blood lying on the ground can always evoke some sympathy, and immediately someone stepped forward to scold the man.

  The man saw that the noise around him was getting louder and louder, so he cleared his throat and made a loud announcement to the crowd: "Everyone, please calm down and listen to my explanation. Just now, this dirty guy was kneeling on the side of the road with a sign selling himself, and I took pity on him and bought him out without thinking much about it. But then he refused to go with me and even tried to escape several times. When I saw that he wasn't an honest person, I wanted my money back, but this beggar somehow switched the money, and I almost lost both my money and my new servant. Neighbors, please come and judge for yourselves who is in the right here..."

  The man became angrier and angrier, and rushed up to beat the beggar's face, originally some sympathetic onlookers had stopped him, but after hearing what had happened, no one stopped the man from venting his anger. Nowadays, business ethics are still good, with trust being prioritized, this beggar took the money but didn't follow the boss, which made people feel disgusted.

  The crowd did not blame Hanzi for being too severe, but instead blamed him for being greedy and not looking for a matchmaker. Someone suggested calling the local Tan Jiazhong to handle it, but Hanzi was unwilling, handing over the beggar to Tan Jiazhong, his money would be completely lost.

  "Why don't we just kill him now and get it over with, that'll vent our anger!" The man was stimulated even more, becoming increasingly frenzied.

  At this moment, no one cares whether the beggar is dead or alive, although a faint bloodstain has already seeped out from the back of his head where it hit the bluestone.

  "Wait a minute......" Yang Bo finally squeezed through the crowd and saw that Hanzi was still fighting, so he quickly went up to pull him back.

  Countless eyes were fixed on Yang Bo, but he didn't care about that and just said to Hanzi: "If you beat him to death, then it's true that not a single penny can be recovered."

  When Yang Bo spoke, Hanzi didn't respond, but instead stared coldly at Yang Bo. Yang Bo hadn't even had time to buy new clothes yet, and was still wearing the stolen, heavily patched garment.

  The man with a bad face looked him up and down for a while, and said, "What's with this guy who's not much better than a beggar trying to act like a big shot? Is this something you should be concerned about?"

  "I don't know about this big brother..." Yang Bo was still not used to the way people spoke here, and didn't bother with formalities: "I wonder how much money this big brother spent to buy it? Otherwise, I'll just buy this beggar!"

  Yang Bo's words immediately caused a sensation, and the onlookers completely ignored his shabby clothes, their excited and eager eyes seeming to be looking at a refined and elegant young master.

  Maybe this guy is a decadent scholar?

  Some people see Yang Bo speaking and make assumptions.

  In this era, bookworms are very powerful. No matter how down and out they may be, if anyone dares to ignore their identity as a bookworm, they will definitely suffer the consequences.

  Some people also recognized Yang Bo and insisted that he was a relative of the Dong family of Fumin Rice Store.

  The man was overjoyed, originally he wanted to buy a cheap laborer, but unexpectedly this beggar took the money and started fleeing in all directions, seeing that he was about to lose both his money and his goods, the man couldn't wait for someone to take over his loss.

  The man's originally cruel face suddenly broke into a smile, he walked up to Yang Bo and respectfully bowed his hands in greeting, as long as Yang Bo was willing to be the scapegoat, he would even kneel on the ground and kowtow if needed.

  "This... uh... young master!" The man, seeing Yang Bo furrow his brow, hastily changed his words: "I dare not deceive this young master, I spent eight hundred coins to buy this killer..."

  As soon as the man's words came out, the people around him were in an uproar.

  In this era, 800 wen was the price of three or four catties of pork. Many people who fled from Henan Prefecture told stories that during the years of severe famine when crops were withering and turning yellow, those vendors selling human flesh - when someone wanted to eat something fresh, they would cut off an arm or leg from these "vegetables". The price of these "vegetables" was also over 100 wen per catty. How could this man buy a lively half-grown child for only 800 wen?!

  That man, seeing that he had offended everyone, could only mutter in his defense: "This good-for-nothing has only a few taels of flesh on him. Moreover, there is no one to vouch for him locally, so how much money can he be sold for? Even if we buy him back, won't we still have to spend silver to feed him with vegetables and rice porridge every day? I'm also doing this out of good intentions..."

  Yang Bo shook his head, took out some scattered copper coins from his pocket and said: "You beat him half to death, I still need to give him medicine to recover, don't know when he can get back to work. Here are 700 wen, if you're willing, sell it to me."

  It's not that Yang Bo is petty, but if someone else did the same thing, beat someone half to death and then win their sympathy by playing the victim? This habit is really bad, you know that even in later generations there are still some people who specialize in doing this kind of despicable thing.

  That man saw that in a short while, one hundred coins were gone, and he was still somewhat reluctant to part with them. However, seeing the beggar curled up on the ground, he knew it would be hard to find another buyer like Yang Bo.

  In a chaotic world, humans are the most worthless. Hanzi sighed and took over Yang Bo's copper coins to count them, pushing through the crowd and leaving. He must still be regretting losing two eggs' worth of money for a momentary pleasure.

  Nowadays, some people praise Yang Bo for his kind heart, while others say that Yang Bo is not good-hearted. There are also those who volunteer to help Yang Bo find the village head to make a contract.

  Yang Bo didn't have time to bother with these idle words, so he called over a few idle men from the tea house to help him lift the beggar into the tea house inn. He also instructed them to go and invite a doctor to come and take a look, adding the cost of running errands, medicine, and room rental, which ended up costing a lot more small silver coins.

  After settling down, Yang Bo arrived at the inn. The beggar had already woken up. Seeing that his benefactor was Yang Bo, a glimmer of light flashed in the beggar's eyes, only to dim again soon after.

  Yang Bo looked at him quietly, took out some silver coins from his pocket and turned to the shop assistant who was standing by with his arms crossed, saying: "Bring us some tea and snacks, and also get two sets of blue cloth straight jackets and square scarves according to our sizes. The rest is for you, is it enough?"

  The fellow took the silver and made a rough estimate, he was already so delighted that his mouth couldn't close, nodding his head repeatedly and saying: "Enough enough, there's still more...there's still plenty..."

  Yang Bo pointed at the beggar with his finger: "Since there's still some left, give him a set too... just a short shirt will do..."

  The fellow scowled and slapped himself a dozen times on the ears after closing the door, "You dare to be so garrulous, you dare to be so insolent..."

  When he saw Yang Bo turn around, the beggar was a little scared. His eyes dodged back and forth, not daring to look straight, obviously remembering the vicious kick that Yang Bo had given him on the street...