Leshui Village is not big, with only 103 households and a population of more than 500.

More than half of the young and middle-aged people in the village work outside, and they usually come back one after another one week before the Spring Festival. Most of the people who stay in the village are left-behind children, the elderly, and middle-aged women without any skills.

Because their parents have been away from home for a long time, very few children in the village go to high school. More than 80% of them enter the society after completing compulsory education, and not many go to vocational high school.

Yuan Jin walked along the alley for two to three hundred meters, stopped in front of a house, and looked back at the little carrot head who was following him.

This child is extremely beautiful and fair, and does not look like a left-behind child at all.

When I saw him in the video before, I thought he had beauty enabled.

"This is not Zhang Zhiyong's house." Song Yunce felt guilty for a while when she saw him, and his ears turned red unconsciously, "His house is down there, and the most beautiful building is."

Every time I find my sister, she is older than me.

If she is underage, he must be a child. He has been waiting for her since she was born. He originally planned to wait until he went to junior high school, but first skipped the college entrance examination and then tried to find a way to find her. He did not expect to meet her so soon.

"His family looks very rich, and he still steals things?" Yuan Jin looked up.

At just 15 years old, my body and height are very unsatisfactory, just over 160cm, and I have to stand on my tiptoes to see far.

"His parents don't give him money. If he doesn't steal things, he won't have the money to rent a house, and he won't have the money to buy cigarettes or go to an Internet cafe." Song Yunce clasped his hands behind his back and sighed like a little old man, "His grandma can't control him at all.

The last time his grandma went to the credit union to collect the elderly subsidy, he stole it all."

"Get a room?" Yuan Jin was stunned.

Zhang Zhiyong should be 14 years old, but he didn't expect to mature so early.

"Let's book a room. I heard from several people who played with him that he had several girlfriends, and one of them was pregnant." Song Yunce lowered his head and put his hands into his coat pockets, and said nonchalantly, "He didn't dare to

Bring people back to sleep."

Yuan Jin looked at the little carrot head next to him, his temples twitching.

He is only a few years old, and he talks about these things with a normal expression. Other slightly older children may not think that this is something that needs to be taken seriously, whether it is behavior or thinking.

"Zhang Zhiyong will graduate from ninth grade in the summer. He said he is going to work outside and will never ask his father for money again." Song Yunce noticed her knife-like gaze and winced unconsciously, "Sister,

Is it really that easy to get a part-time job?"

No matter how old my sister is, she will always put a lot of pressure on people when she is angry.

He didn't know what Sister A was like in Wangchuan. The first time he met her was in the boxing gym in the world where he lived.

At that time, he felt that Sister A was the most beautiful girl in the world and no one could compare with her.

In the world he lived in, all the children in the village liked to read. Unlike here, everyone thought it didn't matter whether they studied or not, as long as they could make money.

"It's not easy." Yuan Jin put away his shock and stopped again, "Is this the place."

Song Yunce nodded silently.

He started practicing martial arts when he was 4 years old, but now he is only 8 years old, still at an age where an adult can slap him away. He can't help, but he will never hold him back.

"That's good." Yuan Jin reached out and pushed the door open. He found that the little bastards had locked it from the inside. He turned around and jumped on the wall to climb over.

"You...what are you doing?" Several teenagers gathered around the yard to discuss how much the tiles could be sold for. Their faces turned pale with fright at the figure falling from the sky.

Yuan Jin opened the door and let Song Yunce in. He walked into the courtyard with an expressionless face, "You stole the tiles I bought and asked me why I came. You are very brave."

"Did any of your eyes see what we stole? This is what was left over from my house renovation last year." Zhang Zhiyong blew out smoke, raised his chin, and looked at Yuan Jin carelessly, "He came back from the city, and his breasts are quite big."

There was a crisp "pop" sound, and the cigarette in Zhang Zhiyong's hand flew out, and he fell to the ground, with stars in his eyes.

"Ace, close the door." Yuan Jin walked up to Zhang Zhiyong and looked at him condescendingly, "Can you speak properly?"

Zhang Zhiyong swallowed hard and nodded with red eyes.

Song Yunce locked the door, ran into Zhang Zhiyong's house with his short legs, moved a chair, and put it behind Yuan Jin with difficulty, "Sister, sit down."

Yuan Jin raised his hand and flicked his forehead, then sat down leisurely, "Go and guard the door. If anyone dares to run out, I will break their legs."

"Okay." Song Yunce glanced at the teenagers who were ganging up with Zhang Zhiyong every day, and ran back to guard the door with a smile.

My sister has always convinced people with her virtue and rarely lectures anyone.

"Who says it first?" Yuan Jin sat in a chair, folding his arms and looking at the young people standing in a row.

They are all about the same age, have their ears pierced, wear earrings, get tattoos, smoke, and pick up girls. It seems like they have not been educated much.

"I'm sorry, we shouldn't steal your tiles." Zhang Zhiyong opened his mouth, blood immediately flowed out, and his voice was muffled, "We will send it back right away."

This woman was so terrifying that he didn't even see what she did before he got slapped in the face.

"Send it back and end it?" Yuan Jin raised his eyes and looked at him, "I walked from home for five minutes and found the wrong door once. How are you going to compensate me for this loss?"

Several teenagers suddenly raised their heads and looked at her as if they were seeing a ghost.

Is this a bandit?

"I can make at least one million a minute. There are five of you, and the average is one million each." Yuan Jin stood up and walked over with his hands behind his back, "Did you just say bad things about me behind my back?"

"You're so poor that you're here to blackmail me." The fat man standing next to Zhang Zhiyong was so angry that he stretched out his hand to push Yuan Jin, "I can't even look down on a guy like you, even if you ask me to rent a house."

There were two consecutive crisp sounds of "papa", and the little fat man fell out spinning in circles, unable to recover for a long time.

"Can you talk properly?" Yuan Jin still had his hands behind his back, as if he hadn't moved at all.

The little fat man opened his mouth and spit out a tooth, and cried loudly "Wow".

"Shut up, or I'll knock out all your teeth." Yuan Jin's face darkened, "Can you speak properly?"

Zhang Zhiyong and the other four people lowered their heads, trembling and responded, "Yes."

The little fat man got up from the ground, held his teeth in his hands, and squeezed his mouth hard.

"Teacher hasn't taught you what politeness is, hasn't he taught you to respect the elderly and love the young, hasn't he taught you to respect girls?" Yuan Jin glanced sideways, stood still and turned around, "Didn't he teach you that?"

"Taught me." The teenagers said in unison.

"How did you do it?" Yuan Jin looked at these teenagers who were still full of childishness and had one foot on the edge of breaking the law. The idea of ​​becoming a support teacher quietly became stronger.

Before she died, she was probably a support teacher, which is why she was so angry.

Children in the city have to attend cram schools and interest classes in various middle schools after school, but they are picking up girls, cheating, and treating reading as a scourge.

Ten years later, their children were born. Like their parents, they left home and went to other places to work like migratory birds, leaving their children behind as left-behind children.

It goes round and round, and no one can really get out of this mountain for generations.

"We were wrong." Zhang Zhiyong quickly admitted his mistake.

This girl who came back from Haicheng is so scary. Everything she says is right. She will return the tiles later, and she must go around when we see her again.

"Go get a pen and paper to write an IOU. You must bear my losses on a per-person basis." Yuan Jin sat back down again and said in an understated tone, "If anyone doesn't write, I'll cut you off."

The little fat man started to cry and kicked Zhang Zhiyong, signaling him to get pen and paper.

Send this woman away quickly, otherwise it's just an IOU, and even if you write it, you won't have any money to give her.

Zhang Zhiyong staggered, ran into the living room, found paper and pen, and quickly returned.

Yuan Jin gave them a template and asked them to clearly write down the reasons for the IOU and record the whole process with their mobile phones on. IOUs for minors have no legal effect. She kept the video and the IOU to scare them.

Even if they have to bear a million in debt before leaving society, they can't wake them up, so they can only resort to violence.

After getting all the IOUs, Yuan Jin asked Song Yunce to open the door, and Shi Shiran watched Zhang Zhiyong and the others carry the tiles back.

In front of my grandparents' house, there were only a few old ladies chatting with my grandma. They were all shocked when they saw Zhang Zhiyong and others carrying the tiles back.

"Isn't this the boy from the Zhang family stealing something again?" A grandma put her hands on her hips and slowly straightened her back, scolding, "You bastards are careless, aren't you! Grandpa Liang's granddaughter came back so easily, you guys

What are you going to do?"

"It's okay, they just stole a tile." Yuan Jin understood the meaning of her words and explained in a gentle voice, "I have already taught you a lesson."

Human genes are amazing, or maybe she has learned dialects in other worlds, and she understands every word her grandmothers say.

I can speak a few sentences, but my accent is closer to the dialect spoken in the county.

"Teach them a lesson and don't be afraid of pain. Their parents are not at home and the elderly can't take care of them." The scolding grandma was very angry.

Yuan Jin guided her back and signaled Zhang Zhiyong and the others to put down the tiles.

Several people carefully put the tiles back, turned around and started running immediately.

Yuan Jin raised his hand and rubbed Song Yunce's head, and said in a calm tone, "They will definitely come back to me after dark."

Song Yunce raised his head with a smile, "Sister, how are you going to deal with them?"

"You'll find out tonight." Yuan Jin walked in happily.

Gao Jianmin has a group of villagers from Leshui Village who are working outside. He was worried that the testimony of a few people was not enough, so he invited her to join the group to study the matter. She knew many of the elders and also added them as WeChat friends.

She would make up any excuse and these elders would call and teach the brats in the family a lesson.

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The construction team didn't finish work until 9pm and left.

The foundations of the kitchen, pig-raising, chicken, duck and goose huts have been successfully laid. As long as the weather permits, the exterior wall reinforcement and roof leak repair projects can be completed in about 10 days.

After Yuan Jin and his grandparents finished eating, a flashlight flashed outside the door and someone knocked on the door.

She spoke to her grandparents, stood up from the brazier, put on her coat and opened the door.

Zhang Zhiyong and others who had stolen the tiles in the morning were standing outside the door, as silent as eggplants beaten by frost.

"You have money to pay me back so soon?" Yuan Jin covered his coat with an indifferent expression, "If you don't have money, get out. I want to go back and warm myself by the fire."

"Can you... let us work to pay for it?" Zhang Zhiyong lowered his head and rubbed the mud with the soles of his shoes, "Before New Year's Eve, each of us will pay you back 10,000 yuan first, and the rest will be paid monthly."

His father found out about him stealing tiles and that he owed money, so he said he would beat him to death when he came back.

"I don't need you to work, I have a better way." Yuan Jin raised his eyelids and said in a light voice, "As long as you can do it, I won't ask you to pay back a penny."
Chapter completed!