"Please give us some food,"
"Please, I beg you..."
Near the tavern on the street, an old woman held a little girl's hand, begging everywhere. Their clothes were tattered, hair disheveled, faces covered with dirt. The little girl's eyes were bright, her voice tender, invoking pity.
Chu Ming flipped and leaped down from the second floor of the tavern, landing steadily in front of the old woman.
"Take these silver taels and live well!"
Chu Ming drew some broken silver coins from his storage space and handed them to the old woman.
"Thank you, kind sir, thank you..."
The old woman was terrified and quickly bowed to express her gratitude, taking the silver taels from Chu Ming's hand and disappearing at the end of the street amid continuous thank-yous.
