Ji Canghai raised a cane and poked it heavily at the ground a few times: "Are you done drinking?" Drink it and leave."

I couldn't help but laugh to myself: this guy is the same as before, and he still has no eyesight for sand.

Uncle Ya leaned back in his chair gently, "It's okay, that's all in the past."

"I ......"

Uncle Ya was about to continue, but immediately closed his mouth, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and strained the corners of his mouth.

For a storyteller, his mouth is worth more than his life, and now that he can't continue to speak, it's worse than killing him.

"." Ji Canghai scolded indignantly: "Xiaobai, this king and eight lambs, how long has it been, and he hasn't come back yet."

"*** It's worrying!"

"Kid." Uncle Ya slowly put down the handkerchief and comforted, "When you were as old as him, you were more playful than him, right?"

Ji Canghai's eyes widened: "Then it's time to score, right?" The two of them are waiting for the rice to be cooked!"

"Just shout." Uncle Tooth sneered a few times: "The more you shout, the more hungry you become, look at me, I won't be hungry."

With that said, I don't have to ask anymore.

Uncle Ya, as the pillar of the teahouse, now has no storytelling skills, and the business of the teahouse has naturally plummeted.

If their income is cut off, they may not even be able to get their next meal.

Now the only one who can take the lead is Xiaobai.

But Uncle Ya is right, he is a child after all, and there is a limit to what he can solve.

While Uncle Ya was talking to Ji Canghai, I stuffed 20,000 yuan under the chair cushion.

No one knew about all this, not even Xiaomei, who was sitting next to me, didn't find out.

I cleared my throat, stood up slowly, and pulled two more coins out of my pocket: "The water money is here."

In the past, it was always said that a penny was hard to beat a hero. Looking at it now, this is still too conservative.

Uncle Ya is full of economy, and the cultures of all sizes have traversed the ages.

In terms of kung fu, Ji Canghai used to be a smash hit professional Muay Thai fighter before, and he had more medals than furniture at home.

These two people are one scholar and one martial arts, which one is not an upright hero?

But now because the people who bought vegetables have not returned, they can only stare and starve.

This tragic situation was something I had never expected, and the moment I left the house, I had already made a decision.

To the extent that the rules allow, I want to make money, and I want to make a lot of money!

Not long after I came out of the teahouse, there was a lively shouting not far from the street.

When I looked up, there were many people gathered near the intersection, all in a circle, with their necks stretched out, staring intently at the center of the circle.

I've seen enough of this kind of streetside style for a long time, and I don't have the heart to watch the excitement.

As I got closer to the crowd, my voice changing tone.

This doesn't seem to be a trick, it seems to be a fight.

As I passed by the crowd, the noise grew louder and louder, and I glanced around and immediately stopped.

Three adults surrounded Xiaobai, smashing their fists and feet as if they didn't want money, and Xiaobai could only roll on the ground with his head in his hands.

Xiaobai was originally a child, his mind and body were immature, and he was powerless to deal with it in front of three adults.

The point is, there is a group of people around him, and no one cares.

"Oops, hey."

I slipped into the crowd and raised my hand to stop the fist that was about to fall.

The moment I grabbed his wrist, I felt a lot of ruthlessness.

It's just that this time it completely hooked the fire in my heart.

An adult bullying a child on the street is shameless enough, and the key is to kill him.

The strong man in front of me had a beard on his face, and his heart guard hair came out of his shoulder, and a pair of palms were the size of a fan.

The strong man glared at me, "Meddle with me?"

I squinted and saw that there were a few sieve cups on the stall next to me.

I didn't say anything, but pulled my hand back as fast as I could, and shook him lightly.

"So many people watching, you bully a child?"

The strong man's face was full of disdain, hugging his shoulders, his eyes sweeping back and forth over me like X-rays.

"Dude, do you understand the rules? I'm in the game, there are no adults or children, it's my dad today, and I have to give money if I lose!"