In the countryside and villages, children stealing something from outside the house will not be called "stealing", and adults are more tolerant, most of them will shout: "Don't take too much, too much to eat and waste; Be careful, don't spoil the crops. ”

When you encounter someone with a bad temper and a stinky mouth, at most you will scold and scold a few words, and forget about scolding people away, and rarely catch a child like a thief; It is rare to sue the child's parents, because if you do, it will be terrible, and the child will suffer.

If you don't raise your godfather, if your child steals someone else's things, then it's okay, basically every parent will beat their child to the death.

As a parent, I am most afraid that my child will become accustomed to stealing things, and when he grows up, he will become a habitual thief and steal into the class room (prison), then the child will be raised in vain.

One is for the sake of education, the other is for the sake of parents' face, they generally catch the child and beat it, so that the child cries wolf, of course, it will not be beaten as hard as the enemy, the main thing is to spank, the butt is meaty, and it will not hurt people at once.

When the child was small, the adult grabbed the pants on his buttocks and slapped them, beating them loudly, and the children cried loudly, until the children begged for mercy and promised that they would not dare next time.

The older children still picked up the pants on their buttocks, and took chicken feather dusters, puff fan handles, bamboo tail tips and other things that were convenient and did not hurt their muscles and bones, and pumped their buttocks, which was also to beat the children to beg their grandfather to admit their mistakes before stopping.

If there are really no such "torture instruments" to serve outside, they will take off their cloth shoes and use the soles of their shoes to whip the child's buttocks, and the child will scream like killing a pig; Sangou, like the children in the village, was never smoked less when he was a child.

Of course, eating grains and rice to raise a hundred kinds of people, adults also steal things, there is a man in the village, his children are running all over the ground to make soy sauce, he still likes to steal vegetables and fruits in other people's fields.

This guy often carries a hoe on his shoulder, and hangs a dustpan on one end, and slowly moves around the field, not his own field, and goes, and in the afternoon and evening he first looks at which field has any good things, and remembers.

At dawn in the early morning of the next day, he went out with a hoe and a dustpan, and went to the place he had aimed at yesterday, and picked the fruits and vegetables from other people's fields, and when the villagers woke up and went out, he had already returned home.

There is also a female family (woman), who often holds a "two-headed mao" (a kind of bamboo basket) to the field to drag pigweed, and is also an old picker of other people's vegetables and fruits, put them under the basket, covered with pigweed, and carry them home.

In fact, most of the people in the village know about these small actions, and some of them are caught on the spot, but they are all villagers who have seen each other all their lives, and it is not good to break his/her face. It is precisely because someone has seen and caught it that these things will come out.

If you go into the house and steal something, the nature is different, it is serious, that is the real thief, there are people in the village, and the people who do this kind of work are generally young and middle-aged men.

However, rabbits do not eat the grass next to the nest, and these thieves rarely steal from the villagers, because once this is caught, they will not be able to raise their heads in the village for the rest of their lives.

I also heard that some people went to other places to steal things, and they were caught and beaten half to death, and people in rural villages, who have any legal concepts, as long as they catch a thief, anyone can go up and beat them a few times to get angry, because most people have lost or been stolen themselves, and who doesn't hate these thieves who steal.

Thieves are often caught in the bazaar (bazaar), and the owner does not report to the official, because everyone knows that the official has no ball, and he has reported it before, and he has been arrested and locked up for a few days and then comes out, and there is no hair on his body that is broken, and he continues to be a thief.

Now that the thief has been caught, he would rather not report to the official and deal with it himself, and directly tie the thief to the trunk of a tree on the side of the road, and let the passers-by beat and scold, and the thief lowered his head to death, for fear of letting the people of the village see it.

Is your head still down? And he took a rope around his head, and pulled him up, and tied it to the tree; What's more, he even scribbled on the thief's face with ink, writing the word "thief" or something.

Dogs, you dare to be a thief, and you are afraid of being known who you are, that is, to let everyone know who you are; Some of them were not angry, so they kept asking passers-by on the side of the road, do they know this person? Do you know each other? Does anyone know? Which village is it from?

In fact, many of them know each other, and they won't tell others, so as to save other people's face; But there are also people who usually don't deal with it (there are contradictions), so they will turn their heads and secretly tell people who this person is and which village he belongs from.

If you know who the thief is, the owner begins to vigorously publicize it, and when he sees a passerby, he will loudly say that this is such and such a place in such and such a place, and even write the name and address of the thief on a piece of paper and paste it on the thief for everyone to see.

Those who have good deeds, for fear that others will not know, play a big gong next to it, and the sound of the broken gong attracts passers-by to watch.

At this time, the bazaar is like watching a big circus, and there are several circles of people; Some parents educate their children on the spot, when they grow up, they can't be thieves, look at these thieves, and lose the face of their ancestors for the eighteenth generation.

This kind of punishment is much better than reporting to the official, basically this thief will disappear in this place in the future, if he doesn't disappear, no, everyone knows that he is a thief when he goes to the street.

As soon as he entered the store, everyone stared at him to prevent him from stealing; In addition to pointing and pointing behind their backs, some of them directly ridiculed and scolded in person, like rats crossing the street.

There are also stupid thieves who will break into their own villages and steal things; It's all poor people's homes, and there are nothing valuable at home, but the rich people's homes are a little, but no matter what kind of family, it's very uncomfortable to be stolen.

If you are caught by someone from your own village, you will be beaten up if you are unlucky, and if you don't usually see a contradiction, you will send people to the government, of course, this is a very small number.

Most of the luck is not bad, because people don't want to break the face of the thief, especially if the thief is an unmarried young man, this reputation is broken, and he can't even marry a daughter-in-law in the future.

There is an old saying: "You only see a thief eating meat, but you don't see a thief being beaten", and the countryman wants everyone to see the thief being beaten. Therefore, whether in the city or in the countryside, everyone is afraid that their children will grow up to become thieves, and the real family can't raise their heads, and they are poked in the backbone when they walk on the road.

Of course, these are very few people who can do it, and people who come out of normal families would rather beg for food than be thieves, even if they are forced to do it, they have to leave their hometowns and do it incognito.

Not all the atmosphere is so bad, and there are also things with a good reputation, such as Mr. Wang, who teaches private school in the village, is a tough old man who picks up money.

This old Mr. Wang, even a little old-fashioned, not only does he not pick up gold, but he also doesn't touch his hands, and he won't pick up any lost items on the ground.

But this old master Wang, he is afraid that the lost property on the ground will be picked up by others, and the owner will not be very sad, and he can't pick it up himself (probably for fear that others will mistakenly think that he stole it), so he can only stand on the edge of the lost property and wait for the owner.

This old man is still very serious, seeing that if the lost property is a valuable thing, he will take something to cover it, and when the owner comes up to collect it, he will also ask someone to report what is inside? What is the number?

That's right, it's yours, take it; It's not right, I'm sorry, you're a fake person, and you're going to pull you who didn't play, people are afraid of him, and even the real owner comes to collect it, and I'm a little nervous, for fear of saying the wrong thing, and being dragged by the old man and scolded.

It's a coincidence that others rarely see a lost item on the road, and this old man always sees it; Once, when the old master saw that there was a lost property on the road, he picked up a lotus leaf and covered it, shouted loudly, and called someone to collect it; But after shouting for a long time, no one came.

The poor old man, standing under the scorching sun for a long time, people were about to faint, and he insisted on not leaving, and when others saw it, they didn't want to go, so he kindly said, "Old man, you rest for a while, and I will guard it for you." ”

But this pedantic master not only didn't appreciate it, but also suspected that people wanted to take advantage of his absence, took the lost property and left, and resolutely refused. Everyone can't look at this, the only teacher in the village is sunburned, where are the children going to study?

So the old man held an umbrella, the water was served, and the family was nearby, and even moved a chair over for the old man to sit on, so busy.

After a long time, everyone began to complain about this lost owner, is this lost owner a big horse? The whole village knows about it, and after all this time, don't you know that you have lost something? Could it be a foreigner passing through the village?

In the end, there was really no way, so I sent someone to invite the old patriarch out, and the old patriarch opened the lost property in front of everyone, and wrote a note on it, writing in detail the name, characteristics, and number of the lost property.

Then, the old patriarch handed over the slip to Mr. Wang as a claim certificate, and finally brought the lost property back to the ancestral hall of the clan and kept it in a large locked cabinet, and the matter was temporarily closed.

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The three dogs, who were immersed in the memories, were interrupted by the noise of the city guards throwing steamed buns, and watched the rain of steamed buns fly down in the sky, countless hands stretched out to the sky, and the steamed buns splashed and fell to the ground.

Everyone bent down and pouted their buttocks to pick up on the ground, eager to have an extra hand, some small steamed buns were stepped into the soft soil, the children hurriedly pulled out, wiped on the clothes, and ate directly in their mouths.

Seeing Sangou laughing silently, as if looking in the mirror, he saw himself when he was a child, when Fuying's family returned to the house and threw steamed buns, he was also such a big little kid, playing like he was grabbing steamed buns, under the forest of countless adults' high arms, he could only focus on the steamed buns that fell on the ground, requiring his eyes to be quick and flexible.

Mingyue didn't dare to step forward and enter the crowd to grab it, so she had to stand and watch from a distance, because she believed that in the end, her three dogs would definitely come to her with a big handful of steamed buns.

The result is not wrong, the two pockets of Sangou are stuffed with small steamed buns as big as xiaolongbao, the left hand pocket is full of clean steamed buns, which are reserved for Mingyue, and the right hand pocket is a little dirty steamed buns, and they are even pulled out of the mud, which are taken home and washed for their younger brothers and sisters to eat together.

But now, the new house of the Shoucheng family, that is, Mingyue's new house in the future, Mingyue, who is far away at home, no longer needs him to help grab the steamed buns, and he doesn't need his things anymore, all the steamed buns are rolling on the ground, and there are too many to eat.

If you can

I'm willing to be stoned to death by this little steamed bun

If you can

I'd like to be smashed into the dirt by steamed buns

I hope so

Buried in the dirt and no one knows

I hope so

It's like trampling dirt

trample

My body

trample

My fate