The woman selling fruits held her child without saying a word, and didn't even say a polite word. Obviously, she had a deep understanding of what Mo Gu said.

Mo Gu didn't say much. Today, he could accidentally run into a down-and-out family and lend a helping hand, but can she help everyone? Obviously, she can't. Since she can't, don't make any promises.

Just as Mo Gu was about to leave, her eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the old beggar who rushed out to help.

This old beggar is not only ragged, but also has extremely ugly appearance. There are various scars on her face, including burns, knife wounds, and corrosive injuries, and she can hardly recognize her original appearance.

Mo Gu did not take this old beggar to heart at first, but when she observed it carefully, she felt a little familiar, but she couldn't remember it. After pondering for a while, she walked up, looked at the old beggar sitting on the ground coldly, and asked, "Have we seen it somewhere?"

When the old beggar opened his mouth, his extremely hoarse voice was abnormal, and his throat seemed to have suffered some torture and torture: "No, you should remember it wrong."

A look of doubt flashed in Mo Gu's eyes. She was sure that this old beggar had a familiar sense of déjà, but she couldn't remember it. She narrowed her eyes and said, "Is your face disfigured? Is your throat also self-injured?"

The old beggar smiled helplessly and said dryly: "You must have recognized the wrong person. I have been disabled since I was a child and have been begging for a living."

Mo Gu thought about it and couldn't grasp his eyebrows, so he glanced at him at the last moment, and was too lazy to pay attention to it, so he turned around and left: "Luo You followed, Mo Qian sent them home."

After the two left, Mo Qian sent the mother and son back home, and also visited her husband, secretly leaving most of the savings she had saved for two years before leaving.

When I returned to the site of the incident, the security forces had already withdrawn and the crowd appeared again. Everything seemed to have never been born, and the busyness was still there.

The old beggar was sitting on the street and napping. Although she was ragged and dirty, she was extremely depressed, but she still felt an indescribable leisure. She was sleeping soundly and occasionally scratching her belly.

Mo Qian clearly remembered that when the mother and son were bullied, this old beggar was the first to jump out. Mo Qian admired this brave act, so he immediately bought some fruit on the side of the road and ran up, pushing the old beggar to wake him up: "Hey, stop sleeping, get up and eat."

The old beggar first waved in the air impatiently. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Mo Qian. He got up, picked up two fruits and chewed the juice, and said with a thumbs up, "Young man, you actually know how to buy two kilograms of fruit to respect the elderly. It's rare! It's rare!"

Mo Qian was originally from the bottom of the country and didn't bother to be dirty. He took out two fruits from his bag and started to chew. While eating, he said vaguely: "Don't say that, you were brave and brave at that time, and I admire you for your hard work! By the way, what's your name?"

"Name?" The old beggar wiped the stain on the corner of his mouth, thrilled, waved his hand and said, "The name is not important, no one mentions it at all. Just call me the old beggar."

"What did you do before? Why did our boss say that we have seen you somewhere?" Mo Qian picked up the other one after eating. It was obvious that he was tired of training before, and he had another fight and was very thirsty.

The old beggar spread his hands, looking innocent: "How could I know, I must have recognized the wrong person, right? By the way, when will that little girl become your boss?"

"Two years ago, after Major General Liu fell, he came directly over. Many people were dissatisfied at that time, but the dissatisfaction in recent years has become less and less." Mo Qian sat on the ground and sighed, "Hey, the military region has been managed in an orderly manner. I didn't expect that there are so many borers in the civil affairs area. I wish Mo Gu could destroy all these corrupt officials who bullied others."

"Hahaha, it's all useless? Young man, you're thinking too simple." The old beggar sat up straight and pushed the remaining half bag of fruit in front of Mo Qian, who was thirsty, and said with bright eyes, "Do you think the little girl doesn't know that there are many corrupt officials in Lin'an? They are so smart, they know it."

Mo Qian asked with a puzzled look: "Why didn't Mo Gu take them all?"

"Take them all? OK, then I'll ask you, if they are all down, where can I find someone to do your business?" The old beggar touched his beard, and although his face was ugly, he had an elder temperament. "These corrupt officials were distributed in various systems and departments. If they were taken away at all, they would cause functional vacancies. If they were taken all in one breath, Lin'an's government system would be paralyzed."

"Is it so scary?"

"That's right, you think people are the same as you, with such a simple mind." The old beggar poked Mo Qian's forehead and said seriously, "Even if a group of corrupt officials is arrested, the next group of corrupt officials will still be unable to resist the temptation and become corrupt officials again. This is a cycle and inevitable."

"If this is true, wouldn't the country be completely ruined? Everyone should be corrupt officials."

"Corrupt officials are not scary. Since ancient times, there are many people with great treason and greed. How can they make their own use of their own without turning a blind eye? This is the way for politicians." The old beggar looked at Mo Qian with a smile, stretched out his dirty finger and said, "I'll give you an example. A corrupt official greedy for 50 yuan of money and made 10 yuan of political achievements. A honest official is not greedy for a penny, only 20 yuan of political achievements. You are the leader, who do you like more?"

Mo Qian thought for a while, touched his nose bridge, and said dryly: "I like people who are not greedy and can still achieve 100% of their political achievements."

"Hey! You think beautifully, who doesn't like this kind of person? But how many people can be produced in a hundred years?" The old beggar was so happy that he slapped his belly. "In the final analysis, people are all ordinary people, and saints are always rare. You can't pin your hopes on such rare people, but you must find ways to make good use of ordinary people and open up their value."

Mo Qian raised his head and said seriously: "Anyway, if I can become an official in the future, I will become a clean official to punish these corrupt officials."

"You? No, you can't be a clean official." The old beggar quickly shook his head and said without any face, "Corrupt officials are very bad. If you want to punish corrupt officials, you must be worse than them! If you want to be a corrupt official, you can just be bad enough, but if you want to be a clean official, you must be bad enough!"

Seeing that Mo Qian was silent, the old beggar smiled heartily, patted his shoulder and said, "Young man, why not talk about what do you want to be in the future?"

Mo Qian raised his head, patted his chest, and said enthusiastically: "Is this more important? Of course, it's a marshal!"

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Chapter completed!