Chapter 842 Steal?

Style: Girl Author: Jiang MuyunWords: 1492Update Time: 24/01/12 03:15:46
When asked this question, Duan Xu's face turned pale.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a stab at his Achilles heel.

I patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid, I just wanted to ask."

"me……"

Duan Xu groaned for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "I stole something last night."

"Steal a hammer?"

"no."

Duan Xu raised his head with a flushed face: "I went to the village to steal food."

"The grain farm is very close to the construction site. I thought I'd already done it anyway, so I might as well do something bigger!"

I couldn't help it anymore: "Do something big? Then steal a hammer?"

"I wanted to steal iron. I took the hammer to break the lock on the warehouse door, but before I could do it, you discovered me."

After a long silence, I asked again: "Why are you doing this?"

"Short of money, I want money."

Money, money, money again.

How many people were driven to death by a few cents.

I took out a few red bills from my wallet and stuffed them into his hand: "This time you stole from your own home. If you are caught, I won't be looking for you today."

"Don't do this again."

"Also, if you are short of money in the future, just tell me. I can't guarantee that you will be rich. Food and drink can definitely guarantee you."

Duan Xu looked at the money in his hand, his lips trembled slightly, and he had a strange look on his face.

Guilty? A little bit, but not much.

Feeling ashamed after being exposed? It doesn't look like either.

Forget it, I don't have time to guess what he is thinking.

"You should take good care of your injuries. We won't need you at the construction site for the time being."

After saying that, I gave Xiaomei a look: "You leave some medicine for him, and we can go back first."

After getting in the car, Xiaomei, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly sighed.

"If you are so kind to your enemies, you won't be bad to your own people."

She showed a faint smile and said, "I made the right choice to hang out with you."

I observed the road conditions and muttered: "There are no enemies. As long as we can provide benefits, the beasts and I can be friends."

"Then what if we can't continue to provide it?"

"Trash goes where trash belongs."

After a brief silence, Xiaomei asked again: "What about me?"

I burst out laughing and said, "How can we compare with those who fought together?"

After a pause, I threw the phone to Xiaomei: "Look where there is a village near the foundation."

"There's only one, called Wangzhuang." Xiaomei put away her phone: "What do you want to do?"

"It's not easy for people to grow some food. Duan Xu's theft may have cost him several months of sweat."

Xiaomei pursed her lips: "No wonder Sister Taozi said you are nosy. If you do too much, you are just abusing good people."

I turned my head and glanced at her: "You think so too?"

"Uncle Ya asked me to learn to play Go before, and now I recommend you to learn it too."

Xiaomei leaned forward and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

"Do you think I'm wiping Duan Xu's butt?"

I couldn't help but sigh: "Now that the Taoist temple has not been built, things have been lost in the surrounding villages. What do you think people will think? Am I no longer a Taoist?"

"They didn't know it was Duan Xu who did it."

"There is only one village in that place and everyone knows each other. We are the only outsiders."

After hearing what I said, Xiaomei stopped talking.

It took a long time to hold back a sentence: "It makes sense that you can do what you do now."

"Okay, let's not talk about each other's business."

Following the navigation on the map, we took a circuitous route and headed straight to Wangzhuang.

As I guessed, Wangzhuang is indeed not big. When you enter the village entrance, you can already see the end of the village.

Although this village is small, the crops grow really luxuriantly, and all kinds of crops almost cover the village.

Taozi's car was already eye-catching, but now it stood out even more in a crop field.

The fellow villagers in the field put down their tools one after another and looked at us intently.

I smiled and handed over a few cigarettes, and easily got the location of the village chief's house.

The village chief is an old man who is about 60 years old. He has jagged white beard on his cheeks. There is a faint smell of dry smoke in his movements.

The village chief still seemed very enthusiastic about our arrival and kept asking me if I was here to invest.

After a few pleasantries, I finally got to the point: "I'm here today to apologize to you."

The old village chief looked at me confused: "How do you say this?"

"We built a Taoist temple next to it. Last night, my men were ignorant and stole the food from your village."

While I was talking, I had already put my wallet on the table: "Please check the loss. I will compensate you according to the price."

The old village chief immediately stopped rolling his cigarette and said, "I've never heard of anyone losing anything."