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Zhao Xiaodong: "..."

He looked at Song Yao in shock: "Have you finished your homework? When did you do it? Aren't we always together?"

Song Yao raised her chest and raised her head: "I finished it after I got up yesterday morning."

Zhao Xiaodong: "But didn't we play very early yesterday morning?"

Song Yao: "My morning is even earlier than that early morning!"

Zhao Xiaodong: "..."

After Song Yao finished speaking proudly, he asked him curiously:

"Going to school tomorrow, you haven't finished your homework yet. Aren't you worried?"

Zhao Xiaodong: "...I thought you weren't done yet."

Song Yao didn't quite understand: "What does that have to do with whether you worry about homework or not?"

Zhao Xiaodong: "...I don't know."

In fact, he also knew that no matter whether Song Yao did his homework or not, he would definitely be punished if he failed to hand it in.

but!

Whenever I think about Song Yao not doing his homework when he is anxious...

What should I do if I instantly feel at ease =v=

But now, knowing that Song Yao had finished his homework, Zhao Xiaodong finally started to worry.

"What should I do? It must be very late when we go back today. I won't have time to make up for my homework."

Song Yao criticized him decently: "Who told you to leave your homework until the end? Now you know how anxious you are."

In fact, Song Yao also liked to procrastinate his homework in the past and did not want to write it early. Of course, he would not procrastinate on his daily homework.

The homework during the holidays will be postponed until Sunday afternoon. There is really no time to put it off, so I will work hard to catch up.

However, he soon discovered that this would not work.

It's nice to delay for a while and rush to work on the crematorium.

Moreover, if I put off writing, before I started writing, the child would feel a little uneasy from time to time.

That's right, it's the kind of uneasiness that says, "Although I had a lot of fun, I haven't finished my homework yet."

After doing this a few times, Song Yao learned the lesson.

After every vacation, he completes his homework as quickly as possible, and then he can play as he wants, not to mention how happy he is.

At this moment, Song Yao "taught his experience" to Zhao Xiaodong as if he had experienced it:

"Every time you have a holiday, you should write your homework as soon as possible. When you finish writing, you will find that breathing can bring happiness."

The child took a deep breath and showed Zhao Xiaodong: "This is what I am like."

Zhao Xiaodong grimaced: "But every time I have a holiday, I don't want to do it."

Song Yao patted his chest: "It doesn't matter. I'll watch you then. I'll wake you up on Saturdays and Sundays."

Zhao Xiaodong: "..."

He seriously suspected that Song Yao had wanted to wake him up so early.

Sure enough, Song Yao never gave up asking him to get up early together.

He said that he was also very courageous: "I don't want it!"

Song Yao asked him: "Really don't want it?"

Zhao Xiaodong hummed: "If I say I don't get up early, I just don't get up early. I'm a kid who means what I say!"

Song Yao also hummed: "Whatever you want, you have to go to school tomorrow. If you don't get up tomorrow morning to make up your homework, the whole class will see you standing still. Anyway, it's not me who is embarrassed."

Zhao Xiaodong, who looked firm just now: "...Okay, then you wake me up tomorrow."

Song Yao guessed that this would be the case and agreed happily.

Great, someone will study with him every morning from now on.

The two children set up their stall, and passers-by came to ask questions one after another.

"It's just that we agreed to collect those parts. If one of you makes it, you can take it over. As long as it's done correctly, you'll be paid on a per-cent basis."

The person who came up to inquire was stunned: "Are you really giving me money?"

Song Yao was also stunned by his question: "Of course, didn't you say that before?"

That person: Yes, but you two kids, who knows what you said is true.

Everyone in Xinghe County is still very pragmatic.

It's as if they regard Song Yao as the pride of Huling County, and when they go out to brag about Song Yao, most people don't exchange money for the parts that Song Yao produces.

Not for anything else.

There are two different things between a child being smart and a child being willing to exchange money for things.

If it hadn't been for the county magistrate dragging his secretary out to publicize it, not even the small number of people would have believed it.

The person who came to ask was from the group of people who didn't believe it.

Even if Song Yao said he would really give money, he would look a little doubtful.

So after asking, he didn't leave. He just stood nearby, intending to see if he could actually exchange money for the parts.

Song Yao didn't think it was a hindrance to him standing there, and even took him to chat happily.

"Uncle, your hair looks beautiful. Where did you get your hair cut?"

This person was praised and touched the hair on his head happily:

"The one I paid to have taken care of is right at the front of this street."

"His home is nice. My hair is growing out soon. I plan to get it trimmed again this afternoon."

Nowadays, there are still only a few people who are willing to pay for haircuts, so he was super proud when he said it.

Song Yao looked envious: "When I grow up, I also want to get a haircut."

This person said: "You don't have to wait until you grow up. You can do it now. But your hair is pretty, so why do you need to trim it?"

Song Yao touched his soft black hair.

In fact, he also thinks that his hair is quite beautiful, and he can't resist the child's love for novelty.

When he saw someone wearing a hairstyle he had never seen before, he really wanted it.

Zhao Xiaodong was originally very interested, but once he heard the price, he lost interest: "Yao'er, you come to me, I will take care of it for you, I don't charge any money."

Song Yao looked at his good friend suspiciously: "You are a child, how can you get a haircut?"

"I'm a genius. Of course a genius can get a haircut."

Song Yao didn't believe it: "I'm also a genius, why can't I get a haircut?"

Zhao Xiaodong hummed: "Can't you learn this kind of thing just by looking at it? If you still don't know it after looking at it, then you must be a fake genius."

Dad Song, who had been leaning against the tree, raised his hands to cover his eyes, intending to close his eyes and rest.

After all, based on what he knew about the two children, they were about to start quarreling again.

Facts have proved that Father Song still understands them very well.

The two of them didn't agree with each other, so they started talking to each other.

"Hmph! You're bragging!"

"Fake genius, fake genius, just a little bit."

"Bounce!"

"I'll resist again!"

"I rebelled once more than you did!"

The two children were shouting louder than the other when a timid voice suddenly came:

"Um, is this the place where you can exchange money for those parts you mentioned before?"

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were so excited that they quickly stopped their quarrel and looked ahead with bright eyes.

"Yes, sister, do you want to change?"

Song Yao's voice suddenly became eight degrees sweeter, and he pushed the price list forward in a super positive manner:

"There is a price on this. Sister, what do you make?"

Zhao Xiaodong immediately cooperated and raised the price list so that the other party could not see it clearly.

The young girl standing in front of the table sheepishly took out a handful of small parts from her pocket.

"I made it according to the size you mentioned. I don't know if I did it right. Can you guys see if this can be exchanged for money?"

Song Yao immediately reached out to take it and began to examine it carefully.

"Well, this is okay... this is okay too, this has a little flaw but it doesn't matter, this is okay..."

The other party made a total of twelve parts. Perhaps he was afraid that if he made too many parts, he would not be able to do well, so they were all one type of parts.

It could be seen that she had done it very carefully. Even such a small thing could be polished in every corner. Song Yao counted it again with great satisfaction.

"There are twelve in total. These are 1.5 cents each. I'll give you 18 cents."

Knowing that they were coming to the county to collect parts for making clock fans, Grandma Zhao specially made a small pocket for each of the two children to hold money.

Song Yao's pocket has the word "Song" embroidered on it, and Zhao Xiaodong's has the word "Zhao" embroidered on it.

I don’t know how Grandma Zhao did it. She obviously can’t read, but when she embroiders, she can embroider the characters she doesn’t recognize beautifully.

The child liked this little Doudou very much, so he put all his money in it. He happily took out 18 cents from it, and carefully counted the money in front of the young sister. After confirming that it was correct, Just handed it over.

"Sister, count it again yourself. If it's correct, we will settle the account."

Because Song's father was cheated before, Song Yao was quite careful in this regard and did not forget to remind him to count the money.

The young girl carefully counted it, and after confirming that it was indeed 18 cents, a relieved expression appeared on her timid face: "Thank you."

"Will you accept it again in the future?"

Hey, this is a repeat customer.

Song Yao said happily:

"We will accept it! We will come to the county every Sunday. Sister, you just need to come here and find us. As long as you do what you do and comply with the standards, we will accept it."

The young girl nodded quickly: "Then I'll do it when I get back. I'll come find you next Sunday."

She walked away with a brisk pace. Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong waved from behind super enthusiastically: "Sister, come back next time."

The barber who had been watching could no longer stand:

"Just that little thing, a two cent?"

Good guy, he didn't notice there were so many two cents when he was joining in the fun.

Song Yao corrected him seriously: "It's not a small thing, it's a small part. These are useful, and of course you have to pay for them."

The barber uncle immediately said: "Can I do it?"

Song Yao: "Anyone can make it, as long as it's not bad and the size meets the requirements."

He turned back to look at Zhao Xiaodong: "Where is our ruler watch?"

Zhao Xiaodong immediately took out his pocket: "Here it is."

Song Yao put the ruler table on the table: "If you want to do it, you must make it according to the size we have determined. If you don't have a ruler at home, you can come here to measure it."

The barber nodded repeatedly.

After discovering that this thing could really make money, he immediately became serious about it.

Xinghe County is poor, but the people in Xinghe County are not lazy at all.

After discovering a way to make extra money, he studied it more seriously than anyone else.

A lot of people gathered in front of their table, basically all attracted by those who had exchanged wooden parts for money and actually got them.

Song Yao has been accustomed to being watched by people since she was a child, and she is not afraid of strangers at all. She is very happy to talk to this person and that person.

Zhao Xiaodong was a little timid at first, but later he found that everyone was quite friendly, so he relaxed and joined in the chat.

As for Dad Song, he started the conversation.

Everyone talked lively together, and from time to time someone came to exchange parts. They looked at them with envy as they exchanged money, and then calculated how much the money was and how they should spend it.

An old man with a disabled right leg brought a total of about thirty parts, large and small, in one go. After Song Yao checked them, he sorted them one by one, calculated the money and handed them to him after making sure they were all right:

"Grandpa, there are two dollars in total. Count them."

Oops!

Someone in the surrounding crowd made a gasping sound.

Someone else asked Song Yao: "Why does he have so many? Is it because he does so much?"

"No, it's because this grandpa brought two particularly difficult ones."

Song Yao held it up for them to see: "It's difficult to make something like this, and it may be ruined if you're not careful, so it's more expensive."

A group of people worked hard to get closer and look at it, hoping that after watching it, they would be able to make such difficult things to sell for money.

Someone else recognized the lame old man:

"Hey, isn't this Uncle Dong? There are only two young grandchildren left in his family. Life is very sad. He couldn't even find a living before, but now he is better. He has earned two yuan a piece."

"Two yuan a piece, then his family won't have to worry about it. At least they will be full."

Uncle Dong limped, took the money and left happily.

His heart was so hot that he could walk very fast even with a crutch.

Before I even got home, I had already arranged the money in my hand.

First, he went to buy some food and go back. The food at home was already at the bottom, and then he made some white flour steamed buns. In order to make these parts, he didn't have much energy to take care of the family.

The two grandsons are sensible and will help share the pressure at a young age. Now that these parts have been exchanged for money, the child said that they can still be exchanged in the future. With this livelihood in the family, it is time to reward the two children.

Uncle Dong got the most money among the people who exchanged parts for money today. Most of the others got a few cents or cents.

Many people only did one, so they only got two points.

But two cents is a lot.

It can already buy two eggs, or several handfuls of vegetables, which is enough for a meal.

For Galaxy people who are careful about every penny, being able to make money just by spending a little effort doing some woodworking is like pie in the sky.

In a narrow alley, a woman was washing clothes in the yard. She earned money by washing clothes for others. The money was not much, but it could help support the family to some extent.

But having to bend over all day long is still a bit taxing on her body.

There was a low coughing sound in the room. She got up uneasy and went into the room. She said to the man on the bed, "How about we go to the hospital? It's not the same thing if you keep coughing like this."

The man shook his head with a pale face: "I don't have much money at home. This is an old problem of mine. Forget it, I'll be fine after coughing for a few days."

Seeing his wife's worried but helpless look, he felt deep regret in his heart.

His health has been poor since he was a child, and he should have expected that he would be in bed together one day, but he still took a chance to get married and have children.

As soon as he fell ill, the family had no source of income. His wife was also illiterate and had to take some hard jobs. The only daughter also began to think of ways to make money while going to school.

Although he disagreed, she already had the idea of ​​dropping out of school to earn money to support her family.

The man regretted it so much that he shouldn't have been treated in the first place.

Now that the money has been spent, the disease has not been cured, and he has no strength to get out of bed every day. Even if he dies now, he can't worry about how his wife and daughter will live in the future.

He was regretting it, but the happy voice of his only daughter came from outside:

"Dad, Mom, those things made of wood can really be sold for money, I got a full 18 cents!"

The young girl ran in excitedly and cherished the money to show to her parents.

"Dad, they praised the one you made for being so fine. They also said they would keep collecting it, so we can make these parts in exchange for money in the future."

The man looked at the dime in his daughter's hand, and his eyes lit up.

He originally made these parts just to comfort his daughter, but he didn't expect that he could actually exchange money.

The decadence on his face faded a bit:

"After that, I did this every day. Although I couldn't get out of bed, my hands were quite strong. It was easy for me to do this."

The young girl was timid outside, but she was much more lively when she returned home. She said expectantly:

"I can usually do it after school. When I came back, I heard from them that one person exchanged it for two yuan. Let's do it together as a family. If we save up, we will definitely be able to exchange for a lot of money. When the time comes, If the family has money, Dad, your illness will be cured soon."

When the wife saw that the man was smiling and nodding, and no longer resisting taking medicine as before, the wife felt relieved. She leaned over and said to her daughter:

"How to do this, please teach me, and I will do it when I have free time."

Similar scenes appeared one after another in Xinghe County.

For those who have good jobs, spending time doing this to make money is a bit uneconomical.

But for some families in need of a chance to make money, it's like a ray of hope.

They hold hope in mind, learn and explore hard at the same time.

Xinghe County was not a county with many carpenters before, but from this day on, everyone in Xinghe County has more or less basic carpentry skills.

Song Yao, the biggest beneficiary, unfolded the sack with satisfaction and looked at the various small parts inside with pleasure.

"In this case, it won't take us too much time to make a fan clock."

Although these parts were recovered at a cost, the remaining money after the fan clock was sold was enough for them to make a fortune.

"I see quite a few people going home and doing it, and we should be getting a lot of them next week."

Song Yao calculated happily: "Several people have come to us in the past two days, and they all have no objections to our pricing. We can do it immediately after we get back, and then we can use them to exchange money right away!"

Zhao Xiaodong was also very happy: "In the future, if everyone helps us make these troublesome parts, we won't have to squeeze in time to play."

He looked forward to the suggestion: "Today there is a temple fair in Dongcheng, do we want to go and play? We have worked very hard to fan the clock recently, and now we finally have some free time, how about we go and have fun?"

Song Yao's eyes lit up immediately.

He looked at his father with bright eyes.

Dad Song, who actually wanted to go and play, said: "If we go back late, your grandparents will scold you..."

Song Yao immediately took his arm and begged:

"We don't play very late, just for a while, a little while, Dad, Dad, you are the best, Dad, Dad..."

Father Song had to admit that his son's little face was really lethal when he acted coquettishly.

I can't blame my mother for seeing Yao'er acting like a spoiled child and seeing him acting like a spoiled child. They have two completely different reactions.

"OK OK."

In the end, Father Song couldn't resist: "We agreed, let's just play for a while."

As soon as he agreed, Song Yao immediately jumped up happily: "Yeah yeah!! Just play for a while!!"

This was his first time attending a temple fair in the county.

I heard that there were many fun things at the temple fair, and Song Yao was already very excited just thinking about it.

The two children ran forward hand in hand, and Song's father chased behind him with the sack: "Don't run around, be careful not to lose it again!"

Song Yao didn't take it seriously at all.

He has been to the county so many times and is familiar with everything. How could he get lost?

They had fun and soon arrived in Dongcheng, because it was Sunday and there were quite a lot of people on holiday. In addition, a lot of outsiders came to Xinghe County recently because of the fans and clocks. At first glance, it looked very lively.

Song's father ran after him and said, "There are many people at the temple fair. You two hold my hand..."

After he finished speaking, he remembered that he was now carrying a sack of parts. In order to prevent the people next to him from squeezing him down, he had to use both hands. There was no way to hold the two of them.

Father Song already regretted agreeing to come to the temple fair.

"Yao'er, why don't we stop playing today and come back to the next temple fair?"

Song Yao pursed his lips: "No, we agreed to play for a while."

He knew what his father was afraid of, so he stretched out his hand and held the corner of his clothes:

"Dad, if I catch you, you won't get lost. And even if you do, we can just go to the county government to meet you again."

Zhao Xiaodong also grabbed Song Yao's clothes: "If I catch Yao'er, he won't get lost."

The two children looked at themselves pitifully, but Father Song still couldn't resist:

"Okay, let's make an agreement first, wander around for a while and we'll come out."

Song Yao immediately nodded crazily.

The two children succeeded and happily followed Dad Song and looked around.

Now there were more and more people attending the temple fair. The voices of everyone and the cries of vendors were all connected together. There were also many new things that Song Yao had never seen before. He couldn't take his eyes off them.

Especially after seeing the wooden dragonfly that could fly by spinning, something clicked in his mind.

In an instant, all kinds of knowledge about flying flew through his head.

Song Yao was so lost in thought that the hand holding the corner of his father's clothes unknowingly let go.

There were too many people around. As soon as he let go, Father Song was pushed to nowhere.

Song Yao didn't notice it either, and kept looking back at the wooden dragonfly.

Zhao Xiaodong also watched with great interest, and just as he was watching with pleasure, he suddenly felt that his hand holding Song Yao was violently thrown off.

He was stunned and subconsciously looked up, just in time to see a strange man in gray clothes taking Song Yao into his arms, covering Song Yao's mouth while striding forward.

"Yao'er!!!"

Zhao Xiaodong's eyes widened and he shouted: "Who are you! Put Yao'er down for me!!"

Then he shouted, and he realized it himself:

"Human trafficker! That man is a human trafficker!! He is a human trafficker!! Catch him quickly!"

The strange man did not let him go in a panic as Zhao Xiaodong thought, but actually shouted:

"Everyone, please watch your children! There are traffickers!!"

His voice was much louder than Zhao Xiaodong's.

There were many parents with children around. As soon as they heard the word "human trafficker", everyone started making noises. Those who brought their children to the temple fair immediately began to make sure that their children were with them.

Father Song was just looking back for his two children. When he suddenly heard that there was a trafficker, he went crazy. He threw the sack on the ground and squeezed over there.

"Yao'er!! Dongdong?? Yao'er?!"

However, there are too many people calling children now, and they are all mixed together

The surroundings were in chaos, and Zhao Xiaodong found that his voice was completely drowned out. He didn't even have time to think, so he followed the dusty back and squeezed past.

The human trafficker is also a veteran, and he deliberately caused chaos around him.

When there was chaos, no one could care about anyone else. Instead, he could take the opportunity to run away with the child. Even if he met someone and saw the child crying, he only had to say, "There is a trafficker at the temple fair, and the child was scared." Others would not Suspect something.

The child he captured today looked to be only five or six years old. Even if he wanted to explain, with an adult like him here, who would believe the other person's words.

Thinking of the good-looking child he caught today, he was very happy, because he had stepped on it before, and while others were still confused, he had easily gone around and reached a small alley.

Just as he was about to go out from the other end of the alley, he found that a child who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old was following behind him. The trafficker frowned and did not intend to pester him further.

If he had been younger, he would have taken her away with him.

But he is already a teenager, and such a child is not easy to sell.

Unlike the one he was holding in his arms, he had been very quiet since being picked up by him. He probably didn't understand anything or was scared out of his wits.

"Put down Yao'er!!"

Zhao Xiaodong rushed over like a little tiger, but the trafficker was not afraid of him.

Children at this age are still not as strong as adults. He can easily control the opponent as long as he frees one hand.

The man confidently freed up one hand, ready to push Zhao Xiaodong down and take the opportunity to run away.

As a result, as soon as he freed his hand, Song Yao, who had been keeping quiet since he realized that he couldn't break away from the opponent's strength, suddenly stretched out two fingers and poked him in the eyes.

"Ahhhh——"

No matter how young Song Yao was, it was still very painful to poke his eyes with such force. Before the man could react, he let go of his hand in pain, covered his eyes and screamed.

Song Yao took the opportunity to roll to the ground, picked up a stone and hit his toes hard.

"Ouch!!!!"

The man yelled again. He was in so much pain that before he could stand still, Zhao Xiaodong rushed over, pulled his hand off and bit his index finger.

Then, without waiting for his reaction, she bit his little finger again.

It was as if he wanted to bite off the entire finger, and the man screamed in pain.

Song Yao took the opportunity to smash the toes of the other foot.

"ah!!!"

His fingers were connected to his heart, his toes and fingers were hit hard, and the man couldn't even scream in agony.

He still had some sense, so he endured the pain and tried to get rid of the two children, but they had already moved away on their own.

Zhao Xiaodong stared at the man fiercely while untying his belt. Song Yao also untied his own. Then he remembered that he was not wearing a belt today, so he could only put down his hands and stare at the trafficker warily.

A man has never suffered such a big loss at the hands of a child.

He gritted his teeth to hold back the pain coming from everywhere: "Little bastards, I think you are tired of living!"

He picked up the soft persimmon and squeezed it. Although he was speaking harshly to the two children, he was still targeting Song Yao.

He pounced in pursuit, and Song Yao immediately ran towards the tree. Zhao Xiaodong chased after him, and the two children looked at each other.

Song Yao immediately seemed to be unable to run anymore and stopped beside the tree to catch his breath.

The man was overjoyed and immediately reached out to Song Yao, but Song Yao jumped up and poked him in the eye.

"ah!!!!"

After scoring twice, the man screamed miserably again.

Zhao Xiaodong took this moment to push him under the tree, wrapped the waist rope around his neck and the trunk of the tree, used the tree to block it, and pulled the rope back hard.

The man struggled for a long time, but he could only block the rope with his hands so that he could breathe briefly.

It wasn't that Zhao Xiaodong was very strong, but because of the terrain, he couldn't reach the two children hiding behind the tree.

Seeing that he seemed unable to get away, Song Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and while panting, he picked up sand from the ground and threw it into the man's eyes.

The man kept shouting angrily, and Zhao Xiaodong could be heard saying: "Stop throwing sand, put your fingers together and hit his toes and fingers."

Song Yao changed it to picking up stones and throwing them.

He also looked around: "What should I do? It's not winter now. Should we pour hot water on it?"

Zhao Xiaodong: "No, there is no hot water. What else did Brother Ajiu say? I don't remember."

Song Yao doesn’t remember either.

His little heart was pounding now, and he was almost scared to death, fearing that this man would jump up and abduct them.

The child was shivering, so scared.

So he took advantage of the fact that the other person seemed to be weak and poked the man in the eye again.

"ah--"

The man yelled, his eyes were red and swollen with tears, and he couldn't see clearly in front of him.

Especially at this moment, Song Yao was still adding fuel to the fire and kept throwing rocks at his face.

While smashing, he cried: "What should we do? What should we do now..."

Zhao Xiaodong doesn't know either.

He could only hold on to the waist rope with all his strength and cry too:

"I don't know what to do. I don't dare to let go. He looks so scary, even scarier than Grandma Shou. Why don't you poke his eyes again? I think this is the best trick."

Song Yao was sobbing, crying and throwing stones at the man:

"I've forgotten what Brother Ajiu taught us. He's so scary. He doesn't know how to eat children."

Zhao Xiaodong became even more frightened: “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupupupupups”, Yaoer, I’m so scared, he’s so scary, are we going to die? "

The man who was almost out of breath and really about to die:...Shouldn't it be you who are more terrifying?

For so many years in the trafficking industry, this was the first time he encountered such a scary child.

At this moment, the man was deeply afraid.

Especially the two children who seemed afraid to let go without killing him.

In the past, I was happy that children were ignorant and could easily fool people into being kidnapped. Now, I am so afraid of children who are ignorant.

The child doesn't know that he will die if he continues like this.

They really could hold on until he was killed.

At this moment, he wanted to shout for help.

There was the sound of running outside the alley, and two policemen ran over: "What are you doing?"

When the man realized that the police were coming, his eyes were full of tears and he was more excited than the two children.

Until he heard Song Yao crying and shouting to one of the policemen: "Brother Ajiu!!"

man:"……"

His eyes when looking at the police were filled with fear and tears.

These two policemen were the two policemen who had been assigned by the county magistrate to temporarily protect Mr. He.

They came quickly to maintain law and order after discovering that the temple fair was in chaos. They took this route because they wanted to take a shortcut to the temple fair.

As a result, we met two children fighting (beating) a trafficker on the road.

Seeing the two familiar policemen, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong finally relaxed. They let go of their hands to resist (beat) the traffickers and burst into tears.

Two policemen rushed up to stop the trafficker, while the other coaxed the child.

"Okay, okay, be good, it's okay, don't cry anymore."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong cried louder when they saw someone coaxing them.

Gradually, someone noticed the movement here, and Father Song staggered over as he ran over.

As soon as I saw my son with dirt on his clothes, his face turned pale:

"Yao'er!!"

He fell, and almost rolled up to his son with his arms and legs, and hugged him.

Song Yao was crying very loudly, but when she saw her father, her crying suddenly increased to a higher level.

Of course, he did not forget to complain while crying and gesticulating:

"Dad, he pulled me up at once and covered my mouth. I couldn't even speak... and he beat us sooooooooooo!!!"

Zhao Xiaodong also wiped his tears and complained loudly: "He also called us little bastards!!"

Song Yao was reminded and cried even louder: "Dad! Tell mom to beat him!!!"

Father Song's eyes turned red with anger. He hugged his son and ignored Ah Jiu and others' wishes to stop him. The last time he kicked him:

"I, you! What's the point of bullying a child? You, if my ex-wife were here, I would kill you in three blows and I would beat you to the point of losing all conscience, you ￥ # ￥\u0026!!!"

Song Yao sobbed and encouraged her father: "Yes! Yes! Kick him! Kick his father!!"

The trafficker with red and swollen eyes on the ground, his fingers bitten and bleeding, his toes swollen and his body covered with stones and sand:

"I, I was the one who was beaten..."

Zhao Xiaodong suddenly remembered: "Uncle Song! He also eats children!"

Song Yao also remembered it and cried so aggrievedly: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Dad, we were almost eaten. He ate children."

Father Song looked shocked.

Some people actually eat children.

He quickly hugged his son in fear, and even brought Zhao Xiaodong over.

"Quick, quick, stay away from him, it's too scary."

People around him also looked horrified: "It's terrible. These two children must have been so frightened. He must have beaten them. Fortunately, the police arrived in time."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong cried and nodded: "Yes, yes, he beat us, it's so scary."

"Bah! Beat all the children! Shameless!"

The dying human trafficker looked at the person who said this with his eyes red and unable to hold back tears, and tried to breathe:

"...I, I didn't..."

The man was startled: "He actually stared at me. Oh my god, his eyes are so red and scary. Send him to be shot quickly."

Trafficker: "...you, you..."

He took a few deep breaths and glanced at him, crying in his father's arms with an aggrieved look on his face. There was no trace of Song Yao who had just poked his eye hard: "I... you, you guys..."

"ah!"

Song Yao was so frightened that he screamed softly. The tender and tender voice with a cry in it was particularly heart-wrenching. He shrank into his father's arms and sobbed:

"Dad, he stared at me."

Father Song was so angry that he picked up a stone and threw it at the trafficker.

Trafficker: "..."

He couldn't breathe, and his vision went dark.

Finally fainted from anger.