Chapter 180: Don't Waste My Time

The town of Little River, worthy of its name, has a small river.

"The ancients always gave their names so down-to-earth." Xiao Yuan looked at the small river that was two zhang wide, spanning the entire village, and only two or three meters deep, and sighed with Wang Miaomiao.

Wang Miaomiao only glanced at random, and followed Zhang Yuanhong, who led the way in front.

Xiaohe Village is a big place, and everyone came to Wang Hong's house.

"Matchmaker is a very lucrative profession!" Wang Miaomiao commented.

The courtyard walls of Wang Hong's house are better than the materials used in other people's homes, and you can see it at a glance.

"You want to be a matchmaker?" After getting along for three or four years, Wang Dezhong also has a certain understanding of Wang Miaomiao's temperament.

I was still a little surprised to hear her say this.

Wang Miaomiao shook her head: "No, I'm curious." ā€

Wang Fushun nodded, but he had already made a conclusion in his heart.

In the past few years, she has been strictly controlled, and at most she has only given her a few pennies.

This reminded him that he had to discuss with his father when he went back, and that he should be more relaxed financially.

Now that the girls have grown up, they should have matured a lot in their thinking.

Wang Miaomiao didn't know what her father was thinking, and watched Wang Dechang knock on the door of Wang Hong's house.

"Bang bang bang-"

For a long time, no one came to open the door.

Wang Miaomiao waited impatiently, saw that there was no one around, and went directly over the wall.

When he landed, he stared at a child with big eyes.

"Who are you?" The young boy asked innocently.

Wang Miaomiao saw that he was four or five years old, so she didn't pay much attention to it, and opened the door from the inside to let Wang Dezhong and them in.

Wang Dezhong and the others looked around, and found that there was only a child, squatted down and asked in a low voice: "Child, where is your father?" ā€

The little boy ate his fingers and pouted: "Daddy, mother, follow a few uncles!" Don't bring a baby, bad! ā€

Gone with someone?

A group of people looked at each other.

"I guess I was arrested by someone!" Otherwise, how could there be only one child left, and no parent would be so ruthless!

Moreover, I don't have a clue who was taken by whom.

A group of people looked at the poor child with hazy eyes in front of them and was at a loss.

Do they go or not?

"Hey, who are you? Who let you in? Just as they were struggling, a man burst in and looked at them vigilantly, looking at the crying young boy with worried eyes.

Wang Dezhong looked at the man and asked the young boy in a low voice, "Who is he?" ā€

The young boy looked at the man twice and exclaimed, "Uncle! ā€

The man's eyes were even more worried, and his eyes were firmly glued to the child: "Don't hurt him, he's just a child!" ā€

Wang Dezhong smiled, under the man's cannibalistic gaze, put his hand on the young child's head, touched it, hooked his lips and smiled: "If you want me not to hurt him, no problem!" Answer me, where have all the adults in this family gone? ā€

As he spoke, he slid his hand into the child's nose.

The itchy feeling made the sensitive child can't help but giggle, and turned back to Wang Dezhong and said, "Uncle, itchy~"

The immature voice made Wang Dezhong rub his hairy hair again, but his hand did not let go, and his eyes glanced at the man with a smile.

The man's hands were clenched tightly, and the words were almost sent from between his teeth: "What are you looking for them?" ā€

"What to do? If you ask this, if you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do, there is naturally something going on! Wang Dezhong scoffed.

"What's the matter, you explain it first!"

Wang Dezhong's face turned cold: "Naturally, Wang Hong made fake documents to sell my daughter!" ā€

Boom –

It was like a thunderbolt that struck the man to pieces.

"You, you ......" the man pointed at them, his expression shocked, and then, slowly, kneeling, hiding his face and weeping.

"Mother, I told you a long time ago, you can't do this, you can't do this, this will be retributed! Well, now retribution is coming! ā€

Little Wish (悚O悚): "What kind of god development is this?" ā€

It is said that men have gold under their knees, kneel to the sky and kneel to their parents, and shed blood and sweat without tears.

This man's actions made Wang Dezhong and them uncomfortable.

"Wang Hong is good at fabricating notes and reselling the women of good families, do you know?" Wang Yanlin, who saw a lot of people kneeling, reacted quickly and hurriedly asked.

"Yes." The man confessed.

The man looked at the child who blinked his eyes ignorantly, and said bitterly: "My mother ...... her"

It turned out that Wang Miaomiao was not the first victim.

Previously, there were more than a dozen victims.

At first, this was a last resort, for the sake of Xiaobao, that is, the illness of the child at Wang Dezhong's hand.

Children have heart diseases, and they have to be raised with good medicine, and their original belongings are simply not enough to bear.

will have no choice but to do this unconscionable deal.

It's just that if you do this, you can't stop it.

The first success lifts the child's crisis.

The second time it was successful, and the family's life improved.

Then the third, then the fourth......

The success again and again made Wang Hong's ambition gradually increase.

Gradually devouring what little conscience remains.

The man tried to dissuade his mother and his family many times, but to no avail.

How can Wang Hong do it, son, compared to money, it is nothing.

It doesn't take much effort, you can talk about it, the money comes quickly, the amount is large, and the risk is small.

couldn't stand the smug style every time Wang Hong came back, and finally chose to go out alone.

Even so, the man could still know what his mother had done.

Wang Hong became more and more unscrupulous, and even started to persuade some families to sell those girls who lost money, and she was responsible for helping to sell them at a good price.

until he kicked Wang Miaomiao's iron plate.

When he heard this, Xiao Yuan didn't forget to laugh with Wang Miaomiao: "Host, you have been silent for three years, and the people on the rivers and lakes have forgotten your awesomeness!" ā€

Wang Miaomiao sighed, not taking its nonsense to heart.

The man was already crying breathlessly, holding his head in pain, and when he said that he was choking, he hit his head on the ground, as if it was not his.

"He's in pain, too." Xiao Yuan sighed.

Wang Miaomiao's indifferent face: "There is no actual action, it's all fake." ā€

There are many ways to stop a thing from going on, but just by mouth, it's the most useless!

Xiao Yuan hurriedly corrected his name: "I don't sympathize with him!" Acts like him, who do not report the information and allow the situation to unfold, do not deserve my sympathy! "Serious face"

"How much is sympathy worth? What can change? ā€

In a word, the question made Xiao Yuan speechless.

In many ways, sympathy is really useless.

It's a pity that Wang Miaomiao is the only one who is sober in the world, and Wang Dezhong and they can't help but show sympathetic eyes.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and it is especially difficult to 'read' it if it is linked to parents, brothers and children.

"You ......"

"You've been talking for a long time, but you haven't said where your mother is, don't waste time!"

Wang Dechang spit out a word before he was interrupted by Wang Miaomiao.