The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

When Mo Yan passed by, he took a glance and saw a little beggar in ragged clothes, about five or six years old, kneeling on the ground. His hands were tied behind his back, and there was a wooden sign hanging around his neck, with the words " I'm a thief, I'm a bastard' eight words.

She frowned and couldn't stand the owner's behavior. Although it is indeed disgusting for a thief to steal something, it is better to beat him up than to insult him like this.

"Young girl, do you think he's pitiful?" The aunt on the side saw Mo Yan's expression and couldn't help but said, "Don't pity this boy. He often digs into other people's things. He has been caught and beaten many times and has no memory. The owner had no choice but to do this, who allowed this kid to steal from others seven or eight times a month."

Stealing seven or eight times a month?

Mo Yan's eyes twitched. The people living in this neighborhood were all ordinary people from ordinary families. If a child of six or seven years old could steal them seven or eight times, it probably wouldn't be anything valuable that was lost. It's just that stealing is inherently bad behavior, and stealing a needle is also stealing.

Looking at the child inside through the wall of people, I saw that he had his head lowered, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly. His exposed lips were pressed tightly, showing a hint of stubbornness.

She was about the same age as Zhen'er, but lived a completely opposite life. Mo Yan couldn't bear it, so she stood up and said to the middle-aged man who kept cursing the thief: "How much did he steal from you? I will pay you compensation."

The middle-aged man was stunned. He obviously didn't expect such an incident. Seeing that Mo Yan was well-dressed, he rolled his eyes and said, "He robbed my house seven or eight times, stealing a total of ten taels of silver and five chickens. Forget the chickens. As long as you give me ten taels of silver, I will let him go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the child who was kneeling on the ground silently suddenly raised his head, stared at the middle-aged man angrily, and said loudly: "You lie! I only stole ten steamed buns and one chicken from your family, not yours." silver."

When the lie was exposed in public, the middle-aged man was very angry and kicked the child to the ground. He yelled, "You bastard. If you steal my things and dare to make excuses, I will beat you to death." As he said, He actually wanted to go up and kick him.

Seeing this, Mo Yan stepped forward to block the child and shouted: "That's enough, he is just a child, is it necessary to deal with such a heavy hand?"

Maybe she still wanted to dig money from Mo Yan, but the middle-aged man glared at the child angrily, but did not say anything bad to her.

"I think you'd better tell the truth, otherwise you won't even get a single copper."

Mo Yan looked at the middle-aged man and said coldly. Looking at his actions just now, he knew that the child could not have stolen ten taels of silver from his family. Mo Yan wanted to save the child, but he would not act as the scapegoat.

The middle-aged man saw that Mo Yan didn't want to tell lies. Besides, she had no connection with the thief. If she really asked for more, he might not get a penny at all. Thinking of this, he quickly said with a shy smile: "It's me. I remember wrongly, he only stole a dozen steamed buns and two chickens from my house, I just need the girl to give me two hundred dollars."

Mo Yan didn't bother to argue with this kind of person, so he gave him two hundred coins when the child looked at him with anger.

The middle-aged man got an advantage and hurriedly untied the child's rope and took off the tag around his neck, "You are lucky, you have met a noble man. Next time you dare to steal into grandpa's house, grandpa will not let him off so cheaply." you."

However, the child raised his foot and kicked him hard on the lifeblood. After kicking him, he turned around and ran away, leaving only the stunned Mo Yan and the middle-aged man who was lying on the ground with his lower body covered and rolling and wailing.

Mo Yan's eyes twitched as she looked at the child's running back, not knowing what to say.