Bullying the weak and fearing the hard is probably a common personality. Everything has pros and cons. There are two sides. Some people gain power. After power, they will help the weak and poor. Some people gain power and ability, do whatever they want things, completely disregarding others.

Sachiko Yamamura walked into the city with a cane made of tree branches. Judging from her appearance, she was pale, weak and staggering. She could be considered old, weak, sick and disabled, let alone an adult, even if she was twelve years old. The children on the left and right can also knock her down.

After entering the city, without wasting time, I asked the way to the pharmacy, went straight there, and bought the necessary medicinal materials, powders, and ointments. When I was walking towards the gate of the city, I was bumped into by someone. The other party was fine. Sachiko Yamamura almost fell It's okay, of course, but well, the medicine in the bag is missing by one-third, and coincidentally, the wallet that happened to be in that position is also missing.

Is it really a coincidence? It shouldn't be. Yamamura Sachiko guessed that the other party just wanted to steal money, and the medicine that was taken away was just incidental. Yamamura Sachiko lifted her bangs, her eyes covered by her bangs were half-squinted, turned around, and walked back .

"Wow, rich man, I have 540,000 yuan in my wallet. What kind of medicine are these? It smells bad." In a group of dilapidated houses that few people passed by, there were several people gathered here, including two bald men and one with chin. Beard, the three of them looked at each other and laughed. They can have a good meal tonight, and they have gambling money, so they can have a good gamble. Put the money away and throw away the medicine.

"Go and sell these medicines. With the money you get, you can buy a few steamed buns. If you have extra, buy some seasonings. Aren't you good at catching mice? With seasonings, the rats cooked on the barbecue will taste just as good." The person the bald man spoke to was, They were six young, ragged children. The oldest was no more than fifteen, and the youngest was seven to nine years old. There were boys and girls, three boys and three girls.

What is more strange is that the ankles of the three girls are tied with iron chains. The other end of the iron chain is a big iron ball. Just by looking at the shape, you can tell that the weight is not light. Looking at the skilled movements of the bald man, similar things are not obvious. Do less.

The three adults threw away the medicine and walked out. To them, these children were tools for making money. They were not considered human beings at all. Those who could make money could still eat steamed buns to fill their stomachs. Those who could not make money, the city. There are so many wild mountains in the wilderness, and a few corpses can be buried without being discovered. What is conscience? You can also say that these three are devils in human skin.

"Forget the money, can you return the medicine to me?" He stayed outside for a while and did not come in. When the three adults were about to leave, Yamamura Sachiko came forward and said in a consultative tone.

His gaze rested on the three adults for only a moment. Soon, his eyes fell on the six children behind him. They were malnourished and had sallow complexions. Those three boys seemed to be able to move around a lot and go out to steal money. They were quite capable. , but the condition of the three girls was very bad.

Under normal circumstances, among children of the same age, which one is not the treasure and apple of their parents’ eyes? These children are

"Well, what about the money and medicine? If you are sick, please get out of the way and walk around," the bald man drove him away.

"Those medicines are very important to me. My students are injured and need medicine to treat them." Sachiko Yamamura said, stepping into the dilapidated threshold, just as the wind blew by, she deliberately lowered her bangs to cover her eyes and part of her face Being blown up, the face of Sachiko Yamamura is seen.

"Oh"

"A good and upright girl"

"Hey, hey, are we lucky? The girl came to our door." When the bearded man heard that Yamamura Sachiko wanted medicine, he walked back and kicked away the boy who crawled over to pick up the medicine, along with the weeds and dust on the ground. Hold up those medicines.

"Um, didn't you say you would take it for us to sell?" The boy picking up the medicine grabbed the man's trouser leg and whispered anxiously.

"Whatever you want, just think about eating and eating all day long. Hungry can temper your will even more. Just give me two days to go on a diet."

"No, no, Xiao Ling, she can't last that long. Please, steamed buns are okay, anything is fine, food."

The bearded man was annoyed. For him, war orphans without parents and wandering brats could be found everywhere. There was no shortage of one or two of them, so naturally they didn’t know how to cherish them. “Do you want to die and get dirty?” my pants, quick

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