Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 190 The Heart Can’t Bear To Be Falsely Accused (9)_1

Chapter 190: Chapter 190 The Heart Can’t Bear To Be Falsely Accused (9)_1

As Mo Yan passed by, she glanced over and saw a small beggar, about five or six years old, kneeling on the ground, his hands bound behind his back, and a wooden sign hanging around his neck. On it, the crudely written words read, "I am a little thief, I am a bastard."

She frowned, strongly disapproving of the victim’s actions. Although it was despicable for a thief to steal, beating him up would be better than humiliating him like this.

"Do you feel sorry for the boy?" An old lady beside her asked upon seeing Mo Yan’s expression, "You shouldn’t pity this kid, he often sneaks into other people’s homes to steal. He’s been caught and beaten many times but never learns his lesson. The victim had no choice but to do this—after all, the boy has stolen from them seven or eight times this month."

Stolen seven or eight times in a month?

Mo Yan’s eyes twitched. The people living in this area were just ordinary civilians. If a six or seven-year-old child could steal from them seven or eight times, it probably wasn’t anything valuable. But theft is theft, whether it’s a needle or something else.

She looked through the crowd towards the child, only to see him bowing his head silently, his lips tightly pursed, exuding stubbornness.

About the same age as Zhenzhen, yet living a completely different life, Mo Yan couldn’t bear it and stepped forward, addressing the middle-aged man who was cursing the thief incessantly, "How much did he steal from you? I’ll pay you back."

The middle-aged man was taken aback, clearly not expecting this turn of events. Seeing that Mo Yan was well-dressed, he turned his eyes and said, "He stole from my house seven or eight times, a total of ten taels of silver and five chickens. Forget the chickens—just give me ten taels of silver, and I’ll let him go."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the kneeling child suddenly raised his head, glaring at the man with hatred and declared loudly, "You’re lying! I only stole ten steamed buns and one chicken from your house, I didn’t steal any silver."

Having his lie publicly exposed, the middle-aged man was both ashamed and furious, giving the child a kick that knocked him to the ground and shouting, "You little bastard, you dare to argue after stealing my stuff? I’ll beat you to death." As he said this, he even moved forward as if to kick and beat the child again.

Seeing this, Mo Yan stepped in front of the child and exclaimed, "Enough! He’s just a kid, do you really need to be so rough?"

Perhaps still hoping to get silver from Mo Yan, the middle-aged man glared at the child furiously but refrained from cursing at her.

"I suggest you tell the truth or you won’t get a single copper coin."

Mo Yan coldly said to the middle-aged man. Judging by his actions, she knew it was impossible that the child stole ten taels of silver from his house. She wanted to help the child out of this situation but was not going to be the sucker.

Realizing that Mo Yan wasn’t falling for it, and considering that she had no relation to the thief, if he asked for too much, he might not get anything at all, the middle-aged man promptly put on an ingratiating smile and said, "I must have remembered it wrong, he only stole about ten steamed buns and two chickens from my house. Just give me two hundred wen and it will be fine."

Mo Yan, not wanting to argue with such a person, handed him two hundred wen under the angry gaze of the child.

The middle-aged man, having got what he wanted, hastily untied the child and removed the sign from his neck, "Consider yourself lucky, kid. You encountered a noble person. If you dare steal from my house again, I won’t let you off so easily."

Yet the child lifted his foot and fiercely kicked the man in the groin. After kicking him, the child turned and ran off, leaving Mo Yan staring in astonishment and the middle-aged man lying on the ground, clutching his lower body and howling in agony.

With a twitch in her eye, Mo Yan watched the child run away and didn’t know what to say.