The little thief was coming out of the pawnshop, and the jade pendant given by Zhong Xie could not be exchanged for silver. Because the shopkeeper said that the family emblem was engraved on the jade pendant, he didn't know which one it was, so he didn't dare to accept it rashly.

The little thief reached into his pocket at the door, and the broken silver was replaced with copper coins, but not much left. These copper plates alone could not survive the winter.

He saw the steamer not far away surround the white smoke in the cold, and the fat white meat buns were squeezed inside. Just moving the tip of his nose, he knew that the cage was filled with cabbage meat.

I didn't scream, but I just greedy.

The little thief lowered his eyes and stared at the rag shoes on his feet. There was a gap in front and back, and mud was everywhere in the black toes.

After watching for a while, my greed for eating buns faded.

He took the broken pocket, held the jade pendant in it, and swayed into the crowd. From the long street to the east, he penetrated into a narrow alley. The alley was covered in filth, and a few beggars were squeezed in the innermost part. They were leaning against the wall and picking their teeth with dead grass, but when they saw him coming, they closed their legs and stared at him.

He just stared at the road down, not at others. He climbed over a short wall and walked a few steps to a ruined land temple.

This is his home.

The place where the land was originally offered was swept out and an old tablet was placed. The words "Old Thief in Changhe Town" were neatly engraved. The thief stood in front of the pedestal and said, "I'm back."

Then he turned his head and lifted the broken cloth to the side hall, stuffed the dead grass into the broken stove, started the fire, poured the remaining half of the rice into the pot, and boiled it with water.

When the water soup was boiling, the little thief heard someone calling him outside. When he heard the sound, he knew that it was the bastards yesterday, and he ignored it and focused on cooking his rice soup.

Who knew that the person who used to be yelled came to his door today and leaned over and scolded: "Beggar! You have a gossip outside!"

The little thief took a broken bowl and served the soup. There were only a few grains of rice. He counted silently while drinking it. It was indeed sixty-seven, the same as last night.

The man poked his head again, smashed a stone inside, and cursed: "Why are you pretending to be dead!"

After the little thief finished drinking the soup, he heard a few outside insulting loudly. Someone said, "You steal! You used to steal money bags and you would let you go, but you dare to steal jade pendants! What jade? That's a family heirloom! If you don't return it today, you won't be able to spare you!"

He heard a few people shouting about "big young master", so he put the bowl, lifted the curtain and walked to the threshold.

In addition to those yesterday, there is another person sitting on the wall with his legs bent on his legs today. The little thief has never seen this person before, but seeing that man looks domineering, he is not a good thing.

"Steal!" Several people jumped out and shouted: "Where is that jade pendant? Will you give it to it today!"

The little thief stepped on the threshold and said, "I am your grandfather." He lifted the rusty axe beside the door and said, "I haven't stole a jade pendant."

"Bah!" Someone suddenly spitted and shouted, "Do you dare to take out that jade? It wasn't you who stole it, could it be yours?"

"It's mine." The little thief stepped out and said coldly: "That's mine."

There was a booing outside, and someone said, "You can't let him go today! Are you still calling him a tyrant here? You dare to speak this! Do you know that there is only a tyrant in this town! Young Master Park is sitting here today!"

They were talking to themselves, and the little thief stood alone at the door. A group of young men were talking, wishing to say that the emperor's diapers were stolen by him, pushing him all the things he had never seen before, and only saying everything was evil and stealing everything. The more they spoke, they became more and more excited, not only did they speak louder, but also had more words. I don't know who picked the head first, and shouted: "Let him kneel down! You have to kneel down and kowtow to finish!"

Watching the fun by the wall, they smashed a few stones, and they also picked up the stones and miscellaneous items, and slammed them at the same time. The thief raised his hand to block them a few times. Someone took the opportunity to come over, dragged him hard and dragged him out.

He raised his foot and kicked the crowd. They pulled his clothes and his hair, and someone kicked him behind him. A group of people surrounded him and sneered and asked him to take out the jade pendant. The little thief was kicked to the ground, and the little axe was stepped on by the soles of his shoes in the chaos. He held his head and stared at these faces from the gap without screaming a pain.

"Search him! Search for him!" Someone pulled him back, "Maybe he's hidden close to his body!"

The little thief was kicked hard in the back of his back. He rolled into the soil and pulled his back. He suddenly shouted, "Dare you dare to touch it?" He didn't even hold his head, pulled out the small axe from the soles of the man's feet, got up and chopped it a few times, and hissed, "Fuck you guys! I didn't steal!"

I don’t know which bastard I cut it, but I heard a howl. The axe was so rusted that it hurts to hit people, but I can’t see blood unless it’s hitting my head.

Someone hugged his shoulders and said sarcastically: "I'm killing someone! This thief wants to kill someone to silence him!"

A group of cowards immediately broke apart, and took a few steps away from him, surrounding him and insulted him. The thief held the axe and was covered in dust. He shouted angrily to the surroundings: "Get out! I didn't steal!"

But the sound was buried in the noise and no one could hear it. The little thief gritted his teeth and was pushed hard by someone behind him. He staggered. The man behind him rushed, directly hit him on the ground, kicked the axe away, pressed the back of his head, and said, "Take it out, I will take people away."

He was pressed to the ground, his face was rubbed to the ground, his hands were about to get up, and he struggled and roared: "I'll take your ancestors!"

The boys around him were like red-eyed jackals, shouting at the eldest young master. Park Cheng pulled his hair and said, "My brother said you stole the jade pendant."

The little thief immediately spitted him, then grabbed his wrist, turned over and pulled Park Cheng's collar, and kicked Park Cheng's lower abdomen with his foot, which made Park Cheng bent over silently. The little thief grabbed Park Cheng's collar and punched him to the cheek of the little bully.

Park Cheng was tied up with some collars, and he pulled the thief's arm hard, and punched him back. The two of them were entangled and fought on the ground, and they were shocked to the point of dust flying everywhere.

The screams surrounded him, and a group of people were excited. Park Cheng turned over and pressed the thief down, raised his fist and slapped him in the face, causing the thief's mouth to crack. This was not enough, and Park Cheng followed him to smash it wildly. The thief's hand was stumbled on the ground, and the axe was on the ground. His mouth was soaked in blood, and his feet were kicked fiercely.

The fingertips reached the axe handle, and the little thief held it enough to hold it. He suddenly raised the axe and was about to come up at the storefront of Park Cheng!

"What are you doing!"

Someone pulled away the crowd and rushed in, pushed Park Cheng away, and shouted: "Don't smash it!"

Park Cheng was pushed to the ground, and he turned his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. When he saw that the person who was rushing out was not someone else, but the little blind man he had just met this morning.

"Rong Banbian!" Someone pushed the little blind man, "You want to protect this thief? Your father can't beat you to death!"

"He won't steal!" Rong Yang couldn't see the faces of the people around him clearly, only a blurry shadow. He groped on the thief's face and said anxiously: "Can't you hear it?" When he touched the blood on the face, he suddenly lost his color, "Bleeding? Where is it broken?"

Rong Yang could only look closer to see the crack in the corner of the thief's lips.

The little thief stood up by him, wiped the blood, and said, "It's okay." His hands were a little shaking, his whole body hurt, and he still forced himself to say, "I'm fine."

Park Cheng also got up and kicked the axe hard, "Don't pretend, you have to crawl away when you turn around."

"Big Young Master!" shouted the previous few, "He hasn't handed over it yet!"

"A gentleman loves money and gets it well." Rong Yang held the thief, "That's not your jade, why should he be so aggressive?"

"No?" Park Cheng frowned. His eyes turned to those people. When he saw them shrinking, he felt angry. He kicked the person over and held the collar and scolded: "You really dare to treat me as a gun!"

"Big, Big Young Master!" The man raised his hand and said anxiously: "It's not ours, it's also someone else's! It's all stolen by him!"

Park Cheng was furious, and Rong Yang behind him immediately said: "It was not his stolen. He doesn't steal things anymore. It was given by the yamen. Why are you slandering people?"

Park Cheng felt that he was just a fool today. He wanted to find a pastime but was taken out as a fool. He kicked him a few more times and pointed at the man and said, "This matter is not over. When I hit Changhe Town, I will get out of here, otherwise I will kill you one day!"

After saying that, he pushed the people away and stared at everyone around him. After he stared at him, who would dare to get out of the thief and fight again? Besides, he has offended Park Cheng now, let alone whether the jade can be taken, I am afraid that they will stay, Park Cheng will take them out first.

"Fuck!" Park Cheng took off his shirt and threw it on the ground, turned around and glanced at the little thief, "Are you venting your breath with your mouth? Why don't you tell me!"

The little thief sneered, leaned over and picked up the axe, and said, "Get out."

"I'm standing on your ground?" Park Chengben stepped out and turned back, "Clean your mouth clean, otherwise you will kneel down and cry tonight!"

"Is the head of the door clamped?" The little thief pulled Rong Yang and walked into the temple, "I have something wrong."

As soon as he broke through the door, he found something to block it. Park Cheng hit the door and kicked it.

The pot inside was cold, and the thief cleaned up the pot and bowl and said, "What are you doing?"

Rongyang said worriedly: "Go to the clinic and have a look."

The little thief didn't reply to this. His back pain was so bad, but there was only a little money left in his pocket. He just said, "It's okay." He said, "Are you here to send old books?"

"No." Rong Yang looked at the shadow of his face, wiping his face, and said, "I...I want to ask you if you want to go to school together next spring."

"No." The little thief wiped the blood on his face and said expressionlessly: "I have to find a job."

"If you don't go," Rong Yang was a little anxious, "What a pity! If you don't do stealing, you can't keep doing hard work. Now you have paid off the debts from the gambling hall for your master. I heard that the gentleman is a good man. If you go to the academy for a few years, you can take on some reading and writing work in the future. Isn't it better?"

The cold water was so cold that his fingers were numb. The little thief kept listening to him and said, "Rongyang."

Rong Yang leaned over with her eyes narrowed.

"Thank you." The little thief wiped his face randomly, turned to him and said, "Since there is no book today, you can go back soon."

"Shaozhen." Rong Yang called his name and said seriously: "I know what you are worried about. I'm asking you to study together, not on a whim. My housekeeper will return home in a few days, and the seat of the house will be vacant. There will be no one to find when the salary is empty. There are not much wages, two meals a day. If you don't dislike it, move from here to the store. I discussed with my father that I will pay you a monthly salary and don't ban the contract. Listen to me, after winter, we can go to the academy together. If you think it's good, go there together. If you don't feel it's good, come back and continue working in the store. Is that okay?"

Shaozhen held the scarf and cutlery in a daze, and after a while, he said, "Why do you think I can go to the right path?" He pinched the scarf and cutlery tightly, "I can only steal things."

That day someone gave him a pear and said he was "smart". He shouldn't have remembered it, but he couldn't forget such a clean blue shirt and such aura.

That's what a scholar looks like.

Rong Yang paused and said, "Although I have bad eyes, I am not blind."

Since he knew it in his heart, he also had to understand it. Shaozhen wanted to say that he understood, but from the day he hit me, his master and old thief only taught him to steal things. The words he recognized now were taught in old books given by Rong Yang.

But even if he is a thief, he still looks delusional.

"Thank you." Shao Zhenjing put his handkerchief and said softly: "Rongyang, thank you."

Rong Yang waved his hand quickly and said, "You helped me out yesterday." He said, "But do you recognize the person who did it today?"

Shao Zhen's mouth thrust, and he said, "I haven't seen it before."

Rong Yang beat his palm lightly and hesitated: "I didn't see my face clearly. I always feel that the sound is familiar, but I have heard it... I can't remember it, I shouldn't be an acquaintance."

"Don't worry." Shao Zhen took out the jade pendant and flipped it in his hand, "...Don't let me see the official again. The pawnshop is right. This jade pendant is hot and not a good thing."
Chapter completed!