The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Fortunately, there was no urging from Xiao Ruiyuan, giving Mo Yan a buffer time.

"Stop, stop for me. You stupid bastard came to my house again to steal something. I will beat you to death today."

Unknowingly, Mo Yan walked to the street where she met the child a few days ago, and heard an angry voice in the distance.

She took a closer look and saw that the two people running from far away were not a child and the middle-aged man.

Seeing that the child was about to be caught, Mo Yan took a few steps forward and caught the child who was trying to run away.

"Why did you go steal his things again?"

The child who originally wanted to break away raised his head happily when he heard the familiar voice, "Big sister!"

Mo Yan looked helplessly at the few steamed buns he was holding tightly in his arms, took out a few pennies from his purse and handed them to the middle-aged man who had caught up.

The middle-aged man had an impression of Mo Yan, but this time he did not accept the money. Instead, he stretched out his hand to grab the child's back collar, but Mo Yan stopped him.

"This uncle, considering that he is still young, how about letting him go this time?"

"Impossible! No matter what you say today, I will teach this damn brat a lesson." The middle-aged man glared at the child angrily. The kick from the last time was still not healed, so he had to hang the kid up and beat him.

Mo Yan frowned, "Even if you beat him up, he will still come to your house to steal things next time. It's better to let him go this time. I guarantee that he won't go to your house again."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he sneered: "You won't go if you say you won't go? What guarantee do you have?"

Mo Yan ignored him and looked down at the child: "For the sake of big sister helping you last time, please promise big sister not to steal anything from this uncle's house again, okay?"

She couldn't just watch this kid keep stealing, so she decided to help the little guy find a job, or become an apprentice or something.

The child looked at her intently, hesitating for a moment, then handed the steamed buns in his arms to the middle-aged man, and said dullly: "I will never steal your steamed buns again."

The middle-aged man was stunned, then knocked off the steamed bun, and said with a cruel smile: "I don't believe what you say, you're a dirty kid. You'd better let me beat you up today, otherwise the emperor will come to help you." It’s no use.”

Mo Yan's face darkened: "He is so small that he can't withstand a beating. If you beat him badly, what will you do to repay him?"

Until now, she couldn't tell that the man held grudges against the child for kicking him last time. He was just so angry that he couldn't possibly maim the child if he missed it. This was not okay.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he sneered: "I'm just a little beggar, so what if I beat him to death? The worst I can do is pay some money to the government. Will the government make me pay for it with my life?"

Mo Yan was really angry now: "Then try it! If you dare to do anything to him, I will go to the Yamen now. Even if he is wrong first, it is not your turn to do whatever you want."

Although ordinary people in ancient times did not have any human rights, in a place like the capital, no one dared to act recklessly. If the child was really raped, it would be nice if no one would pursue it. Once someone files a lawsuit with the government, the middle-aged man will definitely not be able to escape the blame.

The middle-aged man glared at Mo Yan angrily, but he was already shrinking in his heart.

If this nosy little girl really goes to the government to sue him for hurting people at will, he might really be tried. Who cares if a dead kid is too young. Even if he is wrong in stealing things, it is just a matter of a few steamed buns. The government will not consider this at all.