Is this mangled body really your own?

Yang Cong looked at his knees and feet that were twisted at an abnormal angle, the wounds on the knee joints had not been treated, and he knew that his legs were completely rotten and broken. There were a dozen or so small maggots wriggling in the pus on the wound, and some rolled from the wound to the straw, and he watched the few white maggots arch their bodies energetically, and tears fell sadly, silently falling on the straw under him.

The candy seller picked up a stick and poked at his wound, and when he saw that he didn't feel any pain, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Don't blame me... If you want to blame it, blame your aunt..."The candy seller threw away the stick and walked over to pick up the bowl on the ground.

"Auntie?" Yang Cong heard him mention his aunt, and suddenly turned his head away.

"Yes, who told you to give birth to you so beautiful. Someone like you, who is good-looking, but has broken hands and feet, is the most sympathetic. The candy seller was not afraid of him running away at all, and told Yang Cong all the truth with a smug look.

When people have compassion, they will give money, and the best-looking ones are much more delicious than the ugliest.

The ugly half-sized dolls had also been taken back by him and mutilated and thrown out to beg, and he threw them in the bustling street market where the dignitaries often passed, thinking that this would arouse the greatest sympathy from those people.

You must know that those rich people have the best face, and if they see such a miserable situation on the road and don't send some silver taels, they will be reprimanded for being cold-blooded and ruthless. It's nothing to be reprimanded for being cold-blooded and ruthless, but if someone points out that he doesn't pull out a dime, picks the door, and is stingy, it will really be a big loss of face.

However, it backfired, and those ugly boys could only ask for a few copper plates every day, is this really sending away the son? It's almost like losing the money to feed them steamed buns...

So he can't be blamed for throwing them into the mountains and leaving them to fend for themselves, after all, no one wants to do a loss-making business.

So he set his sights on those young people from poor families with clear eyebrows...

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The first one he caught, and on the day he released it, he begged for ten taels of silver!

Having tasted the sweetness, he took the guise of selling candy and kept a close eye on the handsome ten-year-old boys in the vicinity.

Why do you have to choose teenagers and not girls? There's a reason for that, too. He once chose a female doll to start, the girl was only about ten years old, and she looked like a pink carved jade, and everyone loved her. He broke her hands and feet and put them next to the bustling market, but he didn't dare to move that delicate little face, and if he was disfigured, it would be worth the loss.

The girl looked at the passer-by with her big aggrieved eyes watery, and without saying anything, the silver that had been put down into the broken bowl she was begging for was quickly piled up.

Nor was he afraid of her talking, for his tongue had been plucked out with him. He hid in the distance, gladly watching the broken bowl of broken silver about to fill up, and waited for the bazaar to disperse, and then went up and took the girl away.

How do you know that the praying mantis catches cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind! He took advantage of the fact that the crowd in the market became scarce and rushed forward to pick up the girl, but was taken by another group of people!

How can this be! This is a money-making tool that he has single-handedly trained, how can he let people snatch it casually! But it was difficult to punch his hands, he was first dragged to a mountain stream by the gang and beaten indiscriminately, and then the crippled girl was ravaged in front of him...

Afterwards, the leader of the gang came to him with a well-fed appearance, and put the bowl of broken silver in his pocket.

"You're a bad guy... I like it, uncle. The leader said, as if sensing the lucrative interest in his dehumanizing act, and offered a partnership.

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"Partnership?" The candy seller was beaten so dizzy that he didn't react for a while.

"Uncle Ben is not afraid to tell you that the prefect of Ningxian County is my uncle, if you find a few more such "goods", it will be much more profitable than the business in the Qinglou. "The Qinglou sells skin and meat, and most of those who visit the Qinglou are reluctant to spend more money, but these disabled children are not afraid. First, the strength is not easy to catch, and secondly, the number of broken silver in the bowl of this girl today is something that ordinary Qinglou women can't earn for several days.

"What else does the uncle mean..."What else is there in this world, more than you can make money, and you can still have a big official to protect you and be happy if you are not afraid of being caught and asked by the yamen?" When the candy seller heard this, he no longer minded the fat beating he had just received, and the wolf and the embarrassed man collided together.

"I'm seven, you're three." The leader said. He has the lion's share because he also has to honor his prefect's uncle. If he didn't give a sum to his uncle, he wouldn't be able to continue.

"It's... Yes, but I have one condition! "Selling candy is humane, anyway, this is a business, even if it only accounts for 30%, he can make a lot of money.

"Tell me about it." The leader said.

"I don't have enough manpower, you have to send someone to help me keep an eye on those "goods", in the future, there will be more "goods", and I can't manage it. "If you want to do it, you can make it big, and the money will come quickly.

"No problem...", the leader also said cheerfully, he didn't have much of anything, but he had a lot of idlers.

"That's... Your people should be okay, right? Don't break the cash cow I've worked so hard to get. "It depends on the situation, the wound on the female doll's body has not completely healed, and he was thrown out to earn silver, and the ten-year-old doll is also very delicate, how can it withstand the tossing of these tiger-backed men!

He himself is reluctant to touch it...

As soon as he finished speaking, a few curses came from the grass not far away.

Those people tied their belts and took them over, and one of them said "Phew": "Bad luck, Lao Tzu hasn't finished yet, why did this doll lose her breath..."

Candy sellers are cold, and sure enough... His cash cow!

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So since then, he has never looked for beautiful female dolls again, and once he is taken away by someone, what will he do to earn money.

"Brute! You will have retribution! Yang Cong scolded and spat in the face of the candy seller!

"Little bunny!" The candy seller slowly wiped the spit off his face, stood up with a blazing eye, picked up a stick and hit him in the foot...

I was tired from the fight, and I was sweating. After feeding some sleeping powder to Yang Cong's mouth, the candy seller picked up a dagger, pinched Yang Cong's chin, who was weak in all his limbs, and was about to reach in and tear out his tongue and cut it off.

This was specially instructed by the prefect to make these "goods" not say a word, and he must not be implicated.

"Don't..."Yang Cong said weakly, he didn't want his tongue to be cut out, if even his tongue was cut off, then he really couldn't escape, and he couldn't return to Daddy and Auntie!

"It's not your turn, you say no!" The candy seller said viciously, and his fingers had already touched Yang Cong's tongue.

Not to mention biting his fingers, Yang Cong, who couldn't even bite his tongue and commit suicide, closed his eyes in despair.