"I should have wages!"

"I tried my best, I deserve the money!"

He shouted, screamed, and roared.

However, the legs seemed to have roots.

He couldn't even take a step.

He cried.

The centipede on her face also curled up sadly, stretching, stretching...

The world is vast and the universe is vast.

"This is what you deserve." Ying Zheng spoke.

He looked down at the lucky one, like looking at the descendants, like looking at the lights and candles.

The lucky one raised his head.

He looked up to Ying Zheng, feeling wronged and unwilling.

He wants that money.

Want it so much.

But he dared not.

In the public eye, I have never seen it before, breaking through common sense.

He is afraid that he won't get it.

He was afraid of a waste.

How sad should it be if you get it and then take it away?

"You fought for me and fought a war. No matter whether you win or lose, I should give you the money." Ying Zheng said calmly.

He suddenly withdrew his hand holding the copper coin, and the copper coin in his arms fell all over the ground.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang"

The copper coins have landed.

The sound is like raindrops, but it is a bit dull.

Drop by drop.

The raindrops fall in the hearts of lucky people.

He may not be able to really hear the sound of the copper coins falling to the ground.

But he did hear the raindrop.

Light and pleasant.

It was the sound of his wife urging him to sell rice, the sound of his father cutting firewood, the sound of his son working hard to make grass, and the sound of his desperate fight.

A copper coin was unwilling to be spinning under Ying Zheng's feet, so it roamed in circles and jumped down from the platform.

The lucky one immediately rushed out when he saw the round coin and grabbed it.

He held it firmly.

Copper coins are cold.

It is round.

It was in his hands, and the touch was so icy that it felt very real.

My heart is warm.

The lucky one looked up.

Ying Zheng looked down at him, and the little man laughed: "This is your money, don't expect me to pick it up for you."

"You should come up and pick it up yourself!"

“Because they are yours.”

"You have received military service, nineteen months of military service, three hundred coins per month, you have earned it with your hard work!"

Lucky people's eyes shine.

Tears? Or something else?

Ying Zheng didn't know.

All he knew was that the lucky man walked up, walked up to the platform, squatted down, and carefully picked up his money.

He picked up money very seriously and devotedly.

As soon as he got on the stage, the soldiers who were looking forward to it in the queue below immediately burst into cheers.
Chapter completed!