The pedestrians coming and going on the road ahead are mostly Yingdu, and it is not surprising that there are occasionally one or two carriages passing by.

The dryness in Shi Yiguang's chest had not yet dissipated, and he was still sitting behind the gossip with his collar pulled, and when he turned his head, he saw a child sticking out of the alley.

Shi Yiguang's movements paused, and his eyes fell on the boy. Isn't it the child that the woman is carrying? Shi Yiguang darkened his face and didn't speak, just stared at him.

The boy craned his neck to look at Shi Yiguang with a straight face, and grinned.

Shi Yiguang didn't look over his head and stopped looking at the little boy. She was afraid that she couldn't help it and beat him up.

The boy saw Shi Yiguang look away, his eyes rolled, and then landed on the porcelain jar next to Shi Yiguang.

Shi Yiguang pulled the neckline of his padded jacket with one hand, pinched the fortune-telling stones, looked at the pedestrians coming and going, and began to shout.

will shout no more than twice, and there will be movement next to it. She turned her head, and saw the children in the alley running to her side with their feet scattered, and ran away with her porcelain jar for money.

Shi Yiguang paused, looking at the child who ran away with the porcelain jar, his eyes narrowed.

Robbing her of her money?

The scene of daring to love the general, just to test whether she is good or not?

Shi Yiguang's face darkened, and he pinched the stone in his hand, looking at the fast little hairy head who was running with her money porcelain jar.

Wrist movement.

The stones flew out, and the running little hairy head had not yet reached the corner, and as soon as his legs were weak, he planted himself in front of him. Rao is like this, but the porcelain jar in the little hairy hand was held by him and was not injured at all.

Xiao Maotou's face was painful, and his legs still hurt tightly, and he got up and wanted to continue running while touching it.

As soon as he bent up, he was blocked by a shadow in front of him. He raised his head and frowned at the little boy standing straight in front of him.

Shi Yiguang stretched out his hand to Xiao Maotou and made a straight face: "Bring the money." ”

Xiao Maotou hugged the porcelain jar tightly, and moved his body back.

Shi Yiguang took a deep breath again, bent down, grabbed the porcelain jar in Xiao Maotou's arms and pulled it out.

Xiao Maotou held on to it and didn't let go, and Shi Yiguang didn't pull out the porcelain jar after pulling it a few times.

The little hairy head was holding the jar tightly, while looking at Shi Yiguang with a straight face but small arms and legs, and suddenly shouted: "Grab the money, grab the money!! ”

The people who passed by around looked over and avoided it.

Shi Yiguang paused, looked at the little boy screaming in front of him, and raised his eyebrows. Then he stretched his face, raised his foot, and kicked Xiao Maotou's chest hard: "Fuck you!" ”

I have been telling myself to listen to Mr. Sun. To live in the Chinese tradition, we must abide by the traditional Chinese culture of respecting the elderly and caring for the young.

But this matter, she can't bear it anymore.

This kick was not light, Xiao Maotou had a sharp pain in his chest, and his body fell back two or three steps. Where did he still have the strength to hold the porcelain jar, and he could only cover his chest with his hands and curl up on the ground.

The porcelain jar was poured aside, and a little of the money in it was scattered. Shi Yiguang walked over, packed all the money, picked up the porcelain jar, looked at Xiao Maotou who was hugging his chest and curled up on the ground and screaming, and raised his feet to face his body with two feet.

"I want to bully Lao Tzu, little bastard."

Shi Yiguang looked at the little hairy head on the ground with a dark face, holding the porcelain jar and scolding and about to walk away, ignoring the strange eyes of the pedestrians around him.

When his feet were about to walk away, suddenly a woman rushed out of the alley next to him, threw herself down and hugged Shi Yiguang's thigh, and cried: "God, my son! ”

Shi Yiguang's body was pulled, he looked down at the woman holding him, and said coldly, "Get out." ”

"My son!" The woman still spoke, and did not look up at Shi Yiguang, but just looked at the passers-by who came and went, and cried loudly: "This child was born crazy, and now he has stolen the family's money and ran out!" O my son! ”

The strangeness in the eyes of the pedestrians who looked at this side suddenly turned into a sigh, and they shook their heads and walked over. It's a good thing, and I stopped, hugged my arms and watched.

Shi Yiguang looked down at the fat woman holding his thighs underneath.

She thought she was just a ruffian liar walking the streets and alleys, and she didn't want to be a kidnapper wandering the rivers and lakes?

There are not many abductors these days, and abduction is not a sale. Isn't it sold as an official prostitute? Shi Yiguang's eyes narrowed. Most of the official prostitutes were women, but there were also men.

There are many nobles who raise ** teenagers like Yang Chengjun.

In this era, official prostitutes were mostly captives or slaves and maids with good figures and good looks selected by the official family. This is the legitimate profession of the official family, and the common people do not look down on it. But the status is different, it is a slave. Once the title of slave is installed, it will not be mixed up in this era.

The woman was weeping, but she was already on her feet. She grabbed Shi Yiguang's arm with one hand, and grabbed the porcelain jar she was holding in her hand with the other hand and pulled it.

The strength of both hands is enormous. If it was a child of her age, she would probably have cried bitterly.

Although Shi Yiguang's body is practicing now, it is also thin skin and tender meat. The pain in her wrist made her let go of the porcelain jar in her hand and let the woman snatch it.

When her woman saw that she had snatched the porcelain jar, a look of joy flashed across her face. The strength in his hand was even greater, and he was about to walk towards the alley with Shi Yiguang.

Shi Yiguang let the woman pull him, and he didn't speak.

The little hairy head behind him had already climbed up, and followed into the alley with his hands on his chest.

The alley was less crowded, and the woman walked only two steps, went around a tree, turned a corner, and stopped.

She turned around, grabbed Shi Yiguang's hand but didn't let go. He only looked at the childish child in front of him viciously and spat: "Dog thing!" With that, he took Shi Yiguang's hand and shook it.

Shi Yiguang didn't have any strength on his body, and he was thrown away two steps by this throw.

"Mother, beat him up before selling him!" The little man who followed behind him said hatefully in his voice.

"Naturally, we have to fight." The woman looked at Shi Yiguang and sneered: "This character, if you don't train it first, how dare you sell it?" ”

As she spoke, the woman handed the porcelain jar in her hand to Xiao Maotou, rolled up her sleeves and walked towards Shi Yiguang.

The alley is close to the main road and spacious. There are few people, but it is not without people. There's even the occasional horse-drawn carriage passing by.

But the woman looked indifferent. The occasional passerby looked at it, just thinking that it was a disobedient child trained by the mother at home, and he didn't think much about it.

Shi Yiguang looked at the woman who was rolling up her sleeves and approaching with a fierce light, and the little man next to him was holding the jar and grinning at Shi Yiguang with a grin, as if the kick in his chest just now had disappeared.

Shi Yiguang squinted his eyes and looked at the woman who had already slapped her neckline before she walked to the face.

Raising his hand, he grabbed the woman's hand on the neckline, turned his head and bit it, and the little tiger tooth dug into the flesh and pulled his head.

There was a howl in the alley.

Shi Yiguang spit out the raw meat that he was desperate to come down and took a few bites. He stared at the woman in front of him who was clutching her hands and wailing in pain, and the blood gushing from her hands quickly flowed out of her fingers.