Outside the dilapidated temple, Wan Xiaolou picked out the four oldest kids from a group of more than ten.
Even the oldest of these kids was only fifteen or sixteen years old, all partially grown children.
However, compared to ordinary children of their age, their appearances all bore an unnatural maturity and their eyes occasionally flashed a fierce light.
"Xiao Jin, Xiao Feng, Xiao Xi, Xiao Yu, I'm giving you fifty liang of silver. Go and gather all the beggars in the city near the West City Watchtower!"
Wan Xiaolou divided half of the bag of broken silver Hou Yuxiao had given him and handed it to the four. Although confusion was evident on their faces upon hearing this, they saw the seriousness on Wan Xiaolou's face, asked no questions, and simply nodded emphatically.
"Then pick out ten people who have a similar build to you all. Keep those ten close to you, don't draw any attention. I'm going to buy some clothes and will come to find you once I'm done."
