Chapter 47 (Chapter 47 (Three in One)...)

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 his head and chest: "I finished it after I got up yesterday morning."

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

Song Yao: "My morning was earlier than that very early!"

Zhao Xiaodong: "..."

Song Yao finished his words proudly, and asked him curiously:

"You will go to school tomorrow, and you haven't finished your homework yet. Don't you feel worried?"

Zhao Xiaodong: "...I thought you didn't finish it either."

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

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 didn't hand it in.

But!

When he was anxious, he thought that Song Yao hadn't done his homework either...

What should I do if I feel relieved instantly =v=

And now, knowing that Song Yao had finished his homework, Zhao Xiaodong finally realized it belatedly and began to worry.

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

Song Yao criticized him in a serious manner: "Who told you to leave the homework for the last? Now you know you are anxious."

In fact, Song Yao used to like to procrastinate on homework and didn't want to do it early. Of course, he would not procrastinate on daily homework.

He would procrastinate on homework during holidays until Sunday afternoon. There was really no time to procrastinate, so he would try his best to catch up.

But he soon found out that this was not working.

Procrastination is fun for a while, but rushing homework is a funeral.

And if you procrastinate and don't do it, before you start writing, the child will always feel a little uneasy in his heart from time to time.

Yes, it is the kind of uneasy feeling of "although I am having fun and happy, but I haven't finished my homework yet."

After a few times like this, Song Yao learned his lesson.

Every time after the holiday, he would finish his homework as quickly as possible, and then he could play as he wanted, not to mention how happy he was.

At this moment, Song Yao was "teaching" Zhao Xiaodong like an experienced person:

"Do your homework immediately when you have a holiday. When you finish, you will find that breathing can bring happiness."

The child took a deep breath to demonstrate to Zhao Xiaodong: "That's what I do."

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

Song Yao patted his chest: "It doesn't matter. I will watch you. I will wake you up on Saturdays and Sundays in the future."

Zhao Xiaodong: "..."

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

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

He said he was very strong-willed: "I don't want it!"

Song Yao asked him: "Really?"

Zhao Xiaodong snorted: "I said I won't get up early, I won't get up early, I'm a child who keeps my word!"

Song Yao also snorted: "It's up to you, I 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 in the corner. Anyway, I'm not the one who will be embarrassed."

Zhao Xiaodong, who had a firm face just now: "...Okay, then wake me up tomorrow."

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

Great, someone will accompany him to study every morning in the future.

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

"It's what we agreed to before, and if any of you have made it, you can bring it over. As long as it's done correctly, it's all charged by the piece."

The person who came forward to inquire was stunned: "Are you really paying?"

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

The man: I did say that, but you two kids, who knows if what you said is true.

Everyone in Xinghe County is still very pragmatic.

It's like they think Song Yao is the pride of Huling County, and they brag about Song Yao when they go out, but most people don't do the money exchange for the parts that Song Yao made.

It's not for anything else.

A child's intelligence is different from a child's willingness to exchange money for things.

If the county magistrate hadn't brought his secretary out to promote it, there wouldn't even be a small number of people who believed it.

The person who came to ask is one of the people who didn't believe it.

Even if Song Yao said he would really give money, he looked a little skeptical.

So he didn't leave after asking, and stood by to see if he could really exchange the parts for money.

Song Yao didn't think he was standing there in the way, and he was very interested in chatting with him.

"Uncle, your hair looks so good. Where did you get it cut?"

The man was praised and touched his hair happily:

"I paid someone to cut it. It's just in front of this street."

"His family is good. My hair is getting long. I plan to get it cut again this afternoon."

Nowadays, there are still few people who are willing to pay someone to cut their hair, so he was very proud when he said it.

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

The man said: "You don't have to wait until you grow up. You can do it now. But your hair looks good. Why do you want to cut it?"

Song Yao touched his soft black hair.

In fact, he also thinks his hair looks good. He can't resist the child's love of 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 am also a genius, why can't I cut my hair?"

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, 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.

When he discovered 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 of them attracted by those who 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 talking to this person and that person, and she doesn't know how happy she is.

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 was talking together in a lively atmosphere. From time to time, someone would bring parts to exchange. They would look at them with envy and calculate how much money they had. If it were them, they would spend it.

An old man with a disabled right leg brought a total of 30 parts of various sizes. After Song Yao checked them, he sorted them one by one, counted the money and handed them to him after confirming that there was no problem:

"Grandpa, a total of two yuan and one, count it."

Wow!

Some people in the crowd gasped.

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

"No, it's because this grandpa brought two that are particularly difficult to make."

Song Yao held it up for them to see: "Those like this are difficult to make. If you are not careful, they may be ruined, so their price is higher."

A group of people tried to get closer to see it, wishing that after seeing it, they could also 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 little grandchildren left in his family. Life is very difficult. He couldn't even find a job before. Now it's good. He has earned two yuan and one cent."

"Two yuan and one cent, then his family won't have to worry about food in the future. At least they will have enough to eat."

Uncle Dong limped away happily with the money.

His heart was burning, and he walked very fast even with crutches.

Before he got home, he had already arranged the money in his hand.

First, go buy some food and go back. The food at home has run out. Then make some white flour buns. In order to make these parts, he has no energy to take care of the family.

The two grandchildren are sensible and can help share the pressure at a young age. Now these parts have been exchanged for money. I heard from the child that they can be exchanged in the future. With this livelihood at home, it is time to reward the two children.

Uncle Dong is the one who got the most money among those who brought parts to exchange for money today. Most of the others only got a few cents or a few cents.

Many people only made one, so they got two cents.

But two cents is not a small amount.

It can buy two eggs, or several vegetables, enough for a meal.

For the Xinghe people who count every penny carefully, just spending a little time doing some wood crafts can make money, which is just like pie in the sky.

In a narrow alley, a woman was washing clothes in the yard. She earned money from helping people wash clothes. The money was not much, but it could more or less subsidize the family.

But bending over all day long was still a burden on her body.

There was a low cough in the room. She got up and went into the room worriedly, and said to the man on the bed: "Why don't we go to the hospital? It's not a good thing for you to cough like this all the time."

The man shook his head with a pale face: "There is not much money at home. This is an old problem. Forget it. It will be fine after a few days of coughing."

He looked at his wife's worried but helpless look, and felt a strong regret in his heart.

He had been in poor health since childhood, and should have expected that he would be bedridden one day, but he still married and had children with a fluke mentality.

Once he fell ill, the family lost its source of income. His wife was illiterate and could only take some hard jobs. His only daughter also started to go to school and find ways to make money.

Although he disagreed, she had already thought about dropping out of school to make money to support the family.

The man regretted it very much. He should not have treated it in the first place.

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

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

"Dad, Mom, those wooden things can really be sold for money. I got a full 18 cents!"

The young girl ran in excitedly and showed the 18 cents to her parents with great care.

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

The man looked at the 18 cents in his daughter's hand, and his eyes lit up.

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

The decadence on his face was somewhat gone:

"Then I will do this every day. Although I can't get out of bed, my hands are still quite strong, and it's easy for me to do these things."

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

"I can also do it after class or after school. When I came back, I heard them say that someone exchanged a full two yuan and one yuan. Our whole family will work together and save up. We will definitely be able to exchange a lot of money back. When the family has money, your illness will be cured soon."

The wife saw the man nod with a smile, and no longer resisted taking medicine as before. She was relieved and went over to her daughter and said:

"How to do this? Teach me, I will do it when I am free in the future."

Similar scenes appeared one by one in Xinghe County.

For those who have good jobs, it is a bit uneconomical to spend time doing these things to make money.

But for some families who need opportunities to make money, this is like a ray of hope.

They were filled with hope, learning and exploring.

Xinghe County was not a county with many carpenters before, but from this day on, everyone in Xinghe County had some basic knowledge of carpentry.

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.

Father 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 a deal first, hang out 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 the number of people at the temple fair was gradually increasing. 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 gusto, and just as he was looking happily, 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 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 had time to 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 all 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 tree trunk, 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, panting while picking up sand from the ground and throwing 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, for fear that this man would jump up and kidnap 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 also cried:

"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: "Uuuuuuuuuuah, he might really eat children, Yaoer, I'm so scared, he's so scary, are we going to die? I don't want to die, I haven't finished my homework yet." "

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 to dare not let go without killing him.

In the past, I was happy that children were ignorant and could easily be fooled into being kidnapped. Now, I am so afraid of children's ignorance.

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 same 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 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... He also beat us woo woo woo woo!!!"

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, you would be dead if I hit you three times and I would beat you to the point of losing all your conscience, you ￥#￥&!!!"

Song Yao sobbed while encouraging 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.