But it only cost thirty or fifty taels of silver. He didn't even need to pay for that small amount. What his mother brought with her was enough.

Song Yuan didn't want to quarrel with Aunt Yan on such a trivial matter anymore, so he agreed immediately and happily.

Seeing that he agreed so happily, Aunt Yan was very pleased, and she consciously and thoughtfully confessed: "Don't be lavish and give too much. Three to five hundred taels of silver is enough."

Song Yuan: "..."

Mom is still thinking that she is in the Song Mansion. Will the money expenditure be either paid by the father or will be subsidized by the father?

His face changed, Song Yuan responded quickly and nodded casually, and immediately said to Aunt Yan: "Mom, please put the banknotes and other valuables with me first. Otherwise, you might be alone outside.

Everything was stolen."

"That's true."

Thinking that Song Yuan's concerns were justified, Aunt Yan agreed without much thought. Then she gave him all the thick stack of banknotes and gold and silver she was carrying, leaving only a few taels of silver for herself.

There is also a plain gold hairpin without gemstones stuck in her head, and a jade pendant that she has worn since she was a child and has never left her body.

Song Yuan also knew about the jade pendant. It was just an old thing that didn't look shiny and wasn't worth a few dollars. Song Yuan didn't say anything.

He took a look at the stack of thick silver notes handed over by Aunt Yan, and he finally felt a lot more satisfied, and the look on his face suddenly looked much better.

Without asking any more questions, Song Yuan first hid the banknotes close to his body, put the gold and silver in a thin roll, and told Aunt Yan not to open the door to anyone unless she came to call the door in person, and then left in a hurry.

The people living near this courtyard are not wealthy people, and as you can see, they are all wearing coarse cloth jackets. Many people even roll up their sleeves unceremoniously to reveal their strong black arms.

That's nothing. Some people even wear their pants a little shorter, exposing their calves... Plus there are children running around in rags. Some children as young as seven or eight are even wearing only a pair of trousers.

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This was an unsightly scene. Where had Song Yuan ever seen it before? He couldn't help but cover his nose in disgust, remembering that he had given him the idea to rent the yard here for Aunt Yan to stay temporarily so that his entourage could live in such a miserable place.

, when I took him to see it, he didn't see such a "lively" scene that made him a little scared.

Holding the package in his hands tightly, Song Yuan felt more and more that the new idea he gave Aunt Yan was a truly reliable and good idea.

I didn’t expect Wang Wu to be so unreliable.

How could I have been so blinded by lard at that time that I listened to his words?

And you listened to him and brought Aunt Yan here alone in order not to arouse any suspicion?

Song Yuan frowned, having made up his mind that when he got back, he had to punish Wang Wu for giving him random ideas.

But before he could finish his thoughts, he suddenly saw two men not far ahead who were swearing for no apparent reason, blocking his way, forcing him to stop with a frown on his face.

"I really didn't mean to bump into you, I just wasn't paying attention." The man in blue cloth said without sincerity to the other man in cyan cloth, "Why are you so stubborn?"

The man in green cloth was angry: "You didn't mean to bump into me, you tore my sleeves too. I've only had a good coat for two days, and you don't compensate me and you still say I'm unyielding. What do you mean?"

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"You have a tattered shirt that has been patched so many times. How dare you say that you have only been wearing it for two days? Do you want me to accompany you to wear a new one?"

The man in blue cloth was also angry. He rolled up his sleeves and cursed: "You want to take advantage of the wrong person, but you have found the wrong person. Grandpa, I have always only made other people suffer, never suffered a loss myself. Get out of the way,

Don’t blame Grandpa if you don’t, my fists are not vegetarian.”

"You son of a bitch, your fists are not vegetarian. Are my fists vegetarian?"

The man in blue cloth couldn't bear it when he heard this, and without waiting for the man in blue cloth to punch first, he jumped up and punched him.

The two immediately started fighting each other.

Suddenly, a lot of people came out to watch the excitement, cheering and fighting, but the people who were fighting were still biased.

Those people also bumped into Song Yuan, knocking him all over. He subconsciously grabbed the package in his hand. As a result, someone hit his elbow again, and the package fell to the ground.

Fortunately, it was tied firmly and did not fall apart.

Song Yuan didn't think much and lowered his head to pick it up.

Just as he was bending down, he was hit by someone again without warning, causing his chest to hurt so much that he almost couldn't breathe.

Someone in front of him seemed to have been pushed, and before he could stand still, he stepped back and sat on his face. He fell directly to the ground, and his head hit the stone ground heavily.

Song Yuan's eyes suddenly darkened and he fainted immediately...

"It's done."

Just when Song Yuan fainted, someone yelled. Immediately, the man in blue and blue stopped their hands at the same time. They rubbed the painful place and laughed and scolded each other: "Damn it."

, I don’t know how to save some effort.”

"It saves you all the effort, why don't you just pretend to be fake if you look at it?" Someone shouted from the side, which immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Amidst the roar of laughter, Song Yuan was cut with a knife on his neck, his hair was messed up, chicken blood and mud on the ground were smeared on his head and face, and he was carried onto a broken truck.

Someone picked up the package on the ground and put it on him, then covered him with the package and a tattered quilt with exposed black cotton wool.

"He's gone. Even his sweetheart won't be able to recognize him now." Someone looked at Song Yuan carefully and then whispered with satisfaction.

"Stop being so nagging and hurry up, don't get into trouble."

Someone yelled in a low voice, and immediately the people around him dispersed, leaving only one driver pulling the cart and two following the cart, who pulled Song Yuan away in a hurry.

Aunt Yan, who was still in the small courtyard deep in the alley, knew nothing about all this. She looked left and right, and it wasn't until the sun moved westward and the sky began to darken that she finally expected a knock on the door.

"Yuan'er, is that you?"

There was only a knock on the door but Song Yuan's voice was not heard. Remembering Song Yuan's instructions when he left, Aunt Yan, who was thirsty and hungry, felt something bad in her heart and asked in confusion and panic.

"It was your son Song Yuan who asked us to come." A woman's rude voice came from outside the door, "Hurry up and open the door."

"Where are the others? He said he would come by himself." Aunt Yan frowned and asked, "Why didn't he come by himself?"

"He hit his head and almost died. How come he's here?" the woman outside the door said impatiently.

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