"Isn't the ice drink you bought just now still there? We just had a meal and we didn't go anywhere. Why are they gone?"
Several people hurried back to the dining table to look for it. The waiter was clearing the table, shaking his head and saying, "I just came here to clear it, but I didn't see the money bag!"
There aren't many people in this restaurant, and it's not noisy either. It's such a big place, and if someone actually picked up a money bag or something just now, they wouldn't know about it.
Moreover, Lihua never got up and walked around since she came in and sat down to eat.
The money bag was lost, and the helpless Pear Blossom didn't know what to do, and her eyes were red with anxiety.
Song Qiu had a flash of inspiration, "Didn't you get hit by someone when you went out to deliver bowls just now? Could it be a thief?"
"Yes! It must be!" Lihua was stunned for a moment, then realized and her face became more anxious, "Then what should I do? The money bag was stolen, how can I find it back! The pear flower hairpin you gave me is also in it!
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Money is a small matter, she has to find the hairpin!
Several people hurriedly went outside the restaurant. It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, and there were many fewer people on the street. They could be counted at a glance. Where could they find the thief just now?
Song Qiu thought that thieves generally divided their locations. They almost always committed crimes in areas they were familiar with, and rarely committed crimes in unfamiliar places.
After all, the roads are familiar to familiar places. Once you succeed, you can escape from the place immediately. If you really want to be chased, you can also find familiar shortcuts to escape smoothly.
She glanced around and saw that there were mostly small restaurants, teahouses and shops in this area, and there were also many vendors on both sides of the street. If it hadn't been for the bright sun, there would have been a lot of people.
After thinking about it, she walked towards the ice drink stand.
The pear blossom collided with someone just now, not far from this stall, and this ice drink stall is often placed outside this restaurant. I wonder what the boss knows?
"Uncle, we just bought your sweet bowl, remember?"
When the stall owner saw Song Qiu and his entourage coming over, the little girl who came to return the bowl just now had red eyes, and her eyes flashed subconsciously, "Remember, remember, it only took a while."
Song Qiu clearly saw the look he was looking at Lihua, and said directly: "First, my sister came to return your bowl, and when she turned around, she bumped into a skinny boy. As a result, she just found that the money bag was missing. We thought
The guy who hit me must be a thief. The uncle often sets up a stall here. Do you know that guy?"
As he spoke, he watched the stall owner's reaction carefully.
Seeing the stall owner's expression change slightly when he heard her saying that the money bag disappeared after being hit, Song Qiu was sure that the money bag must be related to the skinny boy, and the stall owner must also know the skinny boy.
Even if you don't know him, you must have seen that skinny boy touch someone's money bag more than once.
She waited to see what the stall owner had to say.
But I saw him shaking his head repeatedly and saying: "I don't know, I don't know."
It doesn't look like you don't recognize him.
Al-Ling also saw it. She hated people who stole people's money bags the most. What if it was someone else's life-saving money? If it was stolen by others, wouldn't it be harmful to others?
The owner of this stall obviously knew the thief but he didn't tell him. Wouldn't the person who lost his money bag be anxious to death? It would be even more annoying!
She puffed her cheeks angrily, picked up a small stone on the ground, poured her inner strength, and flicked her fingers, and the stone flew heavily to the cutting board in front of the stall owner. Before it could get in, it was firmly embedded in the food.
on the board.
When the stall owner saw it, his mouth turned into an egg shape.
"You really don't know me? Think about it first! Otherwise, I won't know where I'm going to hit the next stone, whether it's in the face or the stomach?" Aling picked up another stone and placed it there.
Throwing his hands up and down, he threatened fiercely.
The stall owner watched the stones being thrown around, and when he heard these words, he was afraid that the stones would hit his face or stomach the next moment, so he hurriedly covered his face with one hand and his stomach with the other.
I didn’t expect that a girl this young could be so powerful.
He didn't dare to tell any more lies and hurriedly said: "I know you! I know you!"
Lihua hurriedly asked: "Who is that thief? Where does he live?"
She has to go get the money bag back!
The stall owner sighed and said in a helpless tone: "You can find him by going to the Salesian Church in Zhendong, but don't say you asked about him here."
It could be heard that he didn't want to say it, but because of Al-Ling's strength, he was too timid to say it.
Salesian Church?
Why is that thief from the Salesian Church?
The stall owner refused to say more, so Song Qiu and his entourage had no choice but to drive to the east of the town.
At this time, when the sun is at its strongest, there are almost no people on the street, and the vendors who set up stalls have taken shelter in the shade.
The carriage took off and headed east of the town.
It was a hot day and the horses were a little tired and moved very slowly.
Fortunately, the east side of the town is not far away, and you can reach it just by turning two streets.
There was a tea stall at the entrance of the alley where the sun had been shining since noon. Song Qiu and his entourage stopped the carriage and mule cart to have a rest and ask for a bowl of herbal tea.
It was too hot today. After walking against the sun for so long, the heat became unbearable.
The herbal tea was brewed with mint. It tasted very cool and very comfortable. Song Qiu took a big sip, put down the bowl, and asked the tea waiter: "Excuse me, little brother, where is the Salesian Church from here?"
Is it far?"
There was no one at the tea stall at this time. The tea boy was fanning himself non-stop with a palm leaf fan in one hand and a gourd in the other hand, sipping herbal tea. The tea slipped down the corner of his mouth and he quickly wiped it away with his sleeve.
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"You want to go to the Salesian Church? It's not far away. It's in the alley ahead. It's at the end! But why are you going there? The Salesian Church is weird!"
Aling was curious, "Isn't the Salesian Church a place to take in orphans? Why is it so strange?"
"That's weird!" The tea waiter put down the gourd, looked at Song Qiu and the others, and said suspiciously, "You are from out of town, right? Otherwise, why don't you know?"
"But why do people from out of town go to this Salesian Church?"
Thinking that this business was both horse-drawn and mule-drawn, these people looked like they were no ordinary people, so they asked again: "Are they doing good deeds?"
As he spoke, he waved his hands, "Oh! Is this news from Lao Huangli? This Salesian Church has not even been taken care of by the Feng family who founded it for ten years. You should stop and go there to show your charity.
, but there’s nothing you can do with your money!”
This made Song Qiu and the others even more confused, and they quickly asked the tea waiter.
There was no one around at the moment, and the tea waiter was happy to chat with others to kill the boredom, so he spoke slowly.
The Feng family, the leading wealthy family in Yangping Town, is engaged in the wine-making business. They own a large winery and the wine they produce is sold to the capital. It is worthy of its reputation.
More than ten years ago, the young master of the Feng family fell seriously ill and never recovered. A passerby suggested that Mr. Feng should do more good deeds and accumulate merit for his son.
Mr. Feng was just such a son, so naturally he would not listen. He built bridges, paved roads, and built tents to serve porridge, but the results were not great.
The wanderer said: Your son is young, so it is best if the object of your good deeds falls on a child, so that the merit can be repaid to your son.
Master Feng listened to everyone, so he immediately took out the money and opened a Salesian Hall, which took in all the homeless little beggars and orphans without fathers and mothers in the whole town, so that they could have a good life.
A place to stay, new clothes to wear, and enough food to eat.
In this way, the young master of the Feng family really gradually recovered from his illness.
When Mr. Feng saw it, he thought that this Salesian Hall was really good for his son. It was worth spending the money to ensure that his son would be free from illness and disaster throughout his life.
Therefore, the Salesian Church continued to handle the matter in an orderly manner.