"Hahaha..." The onlookers laughed and said one after another: "Worse than a pig."
The boy slowly raised his head from the mud, looked at everyone indifferently, then looked at Mu Yunhan and Xiaomi, silently curling up his thin body into a ball, skillfully protecting his head and face, while holding down the bleeding wound.
Several boys who were about the same age as him ran over and surrounded him. They started beating and scolding him with punches and kicks. Everyone just watched the joke and no one stopped him.
Mu Yunhan frowned and said, "Who is he?"
A squire's female family member smiled nonchalantly and said: "An illegitimate child with no father and mother, who doesn't learn well and specializes in stealing."
Mu Yunhan asked: "Doesn't he have any relatives?"
A woman smiled and replied: "What's the matter? His mother stole someone and jumped into the river to die. His maternal grandfather's family wished that he would die too. They were so embarrassed that they had moved away long ago. They were afraid that he would follow her and sneak away in the middle of the night.
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Mu Yunhan asked again: "In that case, why not give him to me."
Everyone wondered: "What are you using it for? If you want to find someone to work for, we have many good children with innocent wealth."
"What I want is a death contract. Life or death depends on the master's words." Mu Yunhan smiled lightly and winked at Xiaomi.
Xiaomi walked forward, easily drove away a bunch of rebellious children, and asked the boy on the ground: "What's your name?"
"Little bastard!" the children laughed "haha", "his name is little bastard, his mother's illegitimate child who stole life, the little bastard that no one wants."
The boy curled up even more.
Xiaomi asked: "Are you willing to sell yourself? Follow my girl from now on. You will have food to eat, clothes to wear, and a house to live in. No one will hit you again."
It took a long time for the boy to slowly raise his head, look at Xiaomi fearfully, and then turn to look at Mu Yunhan.
Mu Yunhan nodded at him, indicating that Xiaomi was right.
The boy shamefully covered his lower body with tattered clothes and squatted on the ground. After a long time, he whispered: "Yes."
Mu Yunhan said: "It's a death contract. If you sign this, you will no longer be your own, but mine. Life and death are up to me, do you understand?"
The boy nodded again: "Understood."
Mu Yunhan asked the landlord: "Do you have any opinions?"
The villagers had no objections to being able to drive away such a disgusting person. They just felt that it was not good for Mu Yunhan to buy anyone, but he chose to buy such an illegitimate child with bad morals and a shady background. They all talked about it.
It's of no use, so I won't talk about it anymore.
Bai Wuwei acted according to the opportunity, quickly wrote the deed, asked the village elders and villagers present to stamp their fingerprints as witnesses, and then asked the boy to stamp their fingerprints.
When everything was ready, Xiaomi bought a set of coarse cloth clothes from the landlord, asked him to boil water to bathe and bandage the boy, and bought some food.
After the boy was cleaned, he was taken to the carriage. He was not good-looking, he was as skinny as a stick, only his eyes were big and bright, and he looked pitiful.
Mu Yunhan raised his hand to see his wounds, but he hugged his head and shrank into a ball in horror.
It seemed that he was afraid of being beaten, so Mu Yunhan did not force himself and said softly: "You don't have a name, so you will be called Mu Li from now on. The surname is mine. Li means self-reliance."
The boy peeked at her through his fingers, his eyes gradually glowing: "Mu Li...be strong and self-reliant..."
Mu Yunhan said: "Do you want to never get beaten again? I will find a master for you, and you can practice boxing and kicking with him, okay?"
The boy let go of his hand, and after a long time he said softly: "Okay. I'm obedient, please don't drive me back."
He looked fearfully at the villagers outside the car and shrank toward Mu Yunhan's feet like a puppy. (To be continued)