Since dusk, the child has been stalked here and has been bitten several times by mosquitoes.
The result is empty.
The child angrily let go of the car curtain and got down from the low stone.
The bitten area on his body felt itchy and uncomfortable. He scratched it a few times. When he saw the militiamen who had begun to snore, the child thought for a moment and walked away.
You can't keep an eye on this trip in vain, otherwise you'll suffer a huge loss.
However, I thought he was a stinky guard, but I didn't expect to find a rather valuable wallet on his body.
This weight is at least three taels of silver.
The irritability in his heart was gone, and the child put his wallet in his arms and prepared to go home.
A tall militiaman carrying a long gun came down the stone steps not far away and happened to see this scene.
"Little thief!" the militiamen shouted angrily.
The child was so startled that he didn't bother to look back and ran away.
The tall and long-legged militiamen caught up and quickly caught the child.
"Take it out for me!" the militiaman reached for it.
"Wow!!" The child grabbed his wrist with both hands, and a clear cry echoed through the night sky.
The sleeping militiamen were awakened.
Several nearby families were also awakened.
The barking of dogs in the village suddenly started.
The generals who were drawing lots in Zhan's house frowned.
Mo Wuye went to the window and stuck his head out to look around, then turned around and said, "It's all nonsense, ignore it."
He spread out the dice in his hand, and it turned out to be six.
Six is an even number, which means that the girl is allowed to stay.
"Wow!!" The childish voice howled again.
Master Zhan Qi was displeased and looked at Master Zhan Jiu: "Go, go out and have a look."
More and more people came after hearing the sound.
Lin Shuanglan went to the north of the village to deliver the pork and came back by taking a shortcut along the river. Hearing the cry, she hurried over.
The child was crying in a panic, his voice was hoarse, and his face was full of innocence and confusion.
The militiaman, who was almost as tall as two children, was grabbing him by the collar of his clothes, scolding him, and searching him for money.
"What are you doing!" Lin Shuanglan shouted and ran over, "How can you bully a child!"
"He stole money!"
"I didn't take it!" the child cried, "It's a murderer!! Help!"
Many people nearby pointed at the militiamen and asked him to help.
The militiamen who had just woken up anxiously touched their bodies for a long time, and found out that the money bag was indeed lost.
"Be more honest!" The big man pointed at the child and scolded him, "Where's the money bag?"
The child broke away from him and sat on the ground wiping his tears: "I didn't take it, wuwuwu..."
Several militiamen came forward and asked what was going on.
The big man pointed at the child and told him what he saw.
"No money bag found?"
"No." The big man was annoyed.
"But my money bag is really missing!" said the militiaman who woke up.
"I've lost it before..." a militiaman recalled, "also around here."
"Just leave it to me!" the child cried, "I'm easy to bully anyway!"
"Let me search for it!" A militiaman walked towards the child, "It may not be on him, he might have thrown it away."
The child screamed and ran towards Lin Shuanglan who was closest to him at an extremely fast speed.
Lin Shuanglan subconsciously stretched out her hand: "Don't run around..."
The child grabbed her hand and pushed her towards the militiamen who were chasing behind her.
She wasn't very strong, but after walking for a day, Lin Shuanglan's feet were so sore that she could hardly stand firm.
The militiamen were busy supporting her, while the companions behind him continued to chase the child.
But the child suddenly let out a sharp roar: "Get away!"
Lin Shuanglan hurriedly turned around and saw that the child seemed to have been stopped by someone downhill by the river.
There is a small lantern by the river, hanging high in a wooden frame fixed on the tree. It is used by the villagers to illuminate the road. The occasional evening breeze blows the lantern lightly.
Under the tree stood a tall and thin girl, wearing a long sky-blue dress and wind-swept skirts. What was holding the child back was the bamboo stick in her hand.
"Miss Ah Li!" Lin Shuanglan said.
The militiamen caught up and when they got closer, they saw that the girl's features were delicate and cold, as if the moonlight had been cut out and turned into her bones.
The child avoided the bamboo stick and ran forward again.
The girl's feet did not move, but the bamboo stick she held in one hand seemed to have eyes. She struck three times in a flash, hitting the child's knees and elbows.
It's not a heavy force, but it's so strong that it hurts the child.
The child yelled and stepped back, stretched out his hand to rub the area where he was hit, and raised his eyes to glare at Xia Zhaoyi.
"Miss Ah Li!" Lin Shuanglan came running.
"You nosy, get out of here!" The boy raised his head and shouted at the girl.
"He stole my money!" the militiaman pointed at the child, "He took my silver!"
Xia Zhaoyi glanced at him and then looked at the kid: "Where's the money?"
"I didn't take his money!! Get out of here!"
After that, he left again.
Was stopped again.
"Why did you push someone just now?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
"It's none of your business!" The child who was hurt by the beating yelled, "Get out of here! You stinky thing!"
"Don't talk nonsense, your mouth is dirty!" Lin Shuanglan scolded.
"Take out the money," Xia Zhaoyi said, "This is your last chance."
"Get away!!"
"Very good." Xia Zhaoyi said.
She put away the bamboo stick in her hand.
The child was about to run, but then he found himself flying, and then there was a "pop".
The child didn't even have time to cry, and bubbles came out of his mouth.
He has good water resistance, but now he can't react, and his limbs are so painful from being beaten.
The villagers by the river exclaimed in surprise.
A shrill female voice screamed: "Hu'er!"
The child's mother pushed through the crowd and ran over. When she saw this scene, her face turned pale and she immediately looked at the girl standing by the water.
"You little bitch, why did you bully my son!" the woman yelled, turning back to call to the villagers to help them fish him out.
"How old is my son? You are so old, how can you bully a child?" The woman turned around and cursed.
Xia Zhaoyi said nothing, held the bamboo hand behind his back, and looked at the woman calmly.
The woman's eyes were red: "If my son has anything, I will fight you with my life!"
"Okay." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Immediately afterwards, there was another "plop" sound, and the woman also fell into the water.
The mother and son took a picture of an icy splash in the water.
After they stabilized, they floated on the water shivering.
"Found it!" came the voice of a fellow militiaman from behind, "The money bag was found! He threw it into the grass!"
The militiaman was overjoyed and looked at Xia Zhaoyi: "Girl, I found my money bag!"
"It'll be good if you find it." Xia Zhaoyi said.
In the water, the mother of the child, who was angry and ashamed, was yelling curses and dirty words that were unbearable to hear.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Lin Shuanglan was also angry and shouted to the woman in the water.
The woman pointed at Xia Zhaoyi: "...stinky bitch, you are such a shameless thing, you will never be able to give birth to a son in this life, and even if you do, your asshole will be rotten! Find a stinky beggar on the street corner to marry you, and spend all day long
Beat you to death! Bitch!..."
She was overly excited, her voice was hoarse, and her yelling sounded very harsh in the night.
Lao Tong and Zhi Changle had just arrived when they heard such insults.
