Tianbao was waiting to inherit a fortune, but all he got was a flimsy Dog-Beating Stick?
Tianbao: ??
Where are the mountains of gold and silver I was promised? Where's my protagonist's halo?
"I pass the position of Beggars' Sect leader to my son. Take this Dog-Beating Stick, and you'll command the world!" The old beggar took his final breath.
Tianbao turned around and saw a group of beggars in ragged clothes. This inheritance was more of a burden than anything else. He yelped, "Oh, no!" and ran off in fright.
The beggars grabbed Tianbao. "Don't be afraid, Sect Leader. We'll take care of you!"
Tianbao sobbed: I don't want to eat leftovers!
Getting rich was essential. Spring had come for the Beggars' Sect. Unfortunately, Tianbao was only a three-and-a-half-year-old toddler, yet he was worrying himself sick over how to feed the entire sect. If they couldn't get enough to eat, the beggars would be tempted to return to their old ways...