Chapter 190: I can’t bear to be in danger (9)
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Chapter 190: I can’t bear to be in danger (9)
Chapter 190 I cant bear to be blamed (9)New novel chapters are published on
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.
I think youd better tell the truth, otherwise you wont even get a copper coin.
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 was too lazy 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."
But the child raised his foot and kicked him **** 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 looked at the child's running back with twitching eyes and didn't know what to say.
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Chapter 190: I can’t bear to be in danger (9)
Chapter 190 I cant bear to be blamed (9)New novel chapters are published on
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.
I think youd better tell the truth, otherwise you wont even get a copper coin.
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 was too lazy 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."
But the child raised his foot and kicked him **** 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 looked at the child's running back with twitching eyes and didn't know what to say.
Chapter 190: I can't bear to be in danger 9Chapter 190 I cant bear to be blamed 9New novel chapters are published onWhen 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.I think youd better tell the truth, otherwise you wont even get a copper coin.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 was too lazy 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."But the child raised his foot and kicked him **** 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 looked at the child's running back with twitching eyes and didn't know what to say.
