A delicate girl stumbled over, followed by a few hooligans who were cursing at her.
"Don't run, stop right there."
The girl's eyes lit up when she saw Mu Ziang, just like a drowning person seeing the last piece of driftwood. She rushed over and hugged his thighs, "Sir, they want to sell me to a brothel, please help me, please."
Her delicate and beautiful face looks pitiful, with tears in her eyes and trembling, which can easily arouse a man's desire to protect her.
Mu Ziang was stunned, but he did not immediately protect the woman under his wings. Instead, he suddenly pulled up his feet and took two steps back.
Everyone was confused. What do you mean?
The woman looked at her empty hands, her expression twisted for a moment, and then she pitifully asked for help. "Sir, I was originally a good girl, but my uncle sold me after my parents died. I don't want to go to such a dirty place. Please help me. I am willing to serve you like a cow or a horse."
Passersby came to watch, and seeing what was happening, they all shouted for Mu Ziang to help.
Mu Ziang has been deeply influenced by his sister's values and outlook on life, and is no longer the silly second young master he used to be.
"Shouldn't you report this to the authorities? Don't you know where the government office is?"
Mu Wanqing’s first class is about learning the law. You don’t have to obey it, but you have to know it in order to avoid the pitfalls.
Well, that's how she taught people.
When you encounter problems, go to the authorities instead of taking action yourself.
Being a hero and harming yourself is a small matter, but dragging down the entire family is a big matter. Let me emphasize this point. Mu Zhongde was once again dragged out and his corpse was whipped and used as an example.
Don't ever learn from him. He will only hurt yourself, your family, and your entire clan.
It was because of Mu Wanqing's powerful brainwashing that the Mu family no longer followed the usual path.
Mu Ziang pulled an elder next to him, who looked like a local from his clothes, and said, "Uncle, do you know anything?
The elder nodded subconsciously, "I know."
Mu Ziang said happily, "Then please take her to report to the police."
Everyone was stunned by his outrageous actions.
The woman bit her lip, her mouth full of blood, her slender figure trembled like a white flower in the wind, "The government will not take care of such things, wuwu, my life is so miserable."
"The government can't do anything about it?" Mu Ziang was extremely surprised. "Then how can I possibly do anything about it? Girl, you are harming me! We don't even know each other, why are you doing this?"
Passerby: ...
The woman was petrified, her lips trembling, and she resisted the urge to curse, "As long as you buy me, this matter can be resolved..."
Before she could finish, Mu Ziang jumped up and said, "I'm poor. I have no money."
After studying accounting, Mu Wanqing required them to keep accounts every day, and she would check them once every half a month.
Those who spend money most reasonably can be rewarded.
As a result, everyone started to spend money carefully and racked their brains, hoping to spend every penny on the most useful thing.
Spend money to buy maids? Come on, they are all exiles, why would they need maids?
Even Mu Wanqing did everything herself and never asked anyone else to do it for her.
The scene fell into deathly silence. It was awkward, awkward.
The second hoodlum shouted loudly, "You stupid girl, don't expect others to save you. The young master is not an ordinary person in terms of his clothes and appearance, but he would rather eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks than spend money to save you."
Everyone subconsciously looked at Mu Ziang. He was wearing an old piece of clothing that was 90% new. It was made from that batch of medium-quality fabrics. Everyone got one during the Chinese New Year as a New Year gift.
Everyone couldn't help but accuse him of being heartless and refusing to help the weak woman.
The woman cried even more sadly, with tears in her eyes and full of resentment. "Sir, is it really impossible? If you don't save me, I can only...die to preserve my innocence."
This didn't make sense, and Mu Ziang instinctively felt that there was something wrong. "Why do you guys look like you're acting? You're in perfect harmony, but it's too formulaic. My sister performs scenes for us every day."
Various tricks are performed every day, and even the dumbest person won’t be fooled if you watch them every day.
As soon as the woman stopped crying, the scoundrels were also stunned.
A light laugh sounded, "Pfft."
Mu Wanqing had been watching from the side for a while and was very satisfied with Mu Ziang's performance.
His mind is a little simple, but he already has a sense of precaution.
She is the one who makes magical changes to fairy tales. By taking a few ready-made dark examples, she can completely shatter and reorganize these people's three views.
Mu Ziang hurried over, smiling ingratiatingly, "Sister, this is what you call moral kidnapping, right? In the name of morality, forcing others to help, regardless of whether they are willing or not, those who don't help are bad people."
Mu Wanqing nodded slightly, "That's right, helping others is a favor, not a responsibility. Second brother, you did a good job this time. You should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others."
Mu Ziang held his head high and chest puffed out happily, he was being praised.
Mu Wanqing looked at the little white flower kneeling on the ground, "Go tell the mastermind behind this that this little trick is too old-fashioned and outdated. Keeping up with the times is the way to make progress."
As she spoke, she glanced towards the teahouse opposite, slowly raised her right hand, raised her middle finger, and made a contemptuous gesture.
Everyone: ...
At the window of the teahouse box opposite, two men retreated at the same time.
"Brother Jiu, she won't see us, right? That shouldn't happen, there's a curtain."
Du Shiyi's heart beat faster and he felt inexplicably nervous.
Du Jiu couldn't believe it and moved closer to the window, looking extremely confused. "This shouldn't be the case."
She was not a deity, so how could she have guessed that they were here? Or even guessed that they were the masterminds behind the scenes?
Mu Shiyi also moved over and looked at the spirited girl from afar. She was not absolutely beautiful, but her vigor and sharpness were eye-catching.
Even without makeup or any jewelry on her body, she is the most conspicuous person in the crowd.
"But, she was clearly making gestures to us, what did that mean?"
Mu Jiu's mood was very subtle, "Anyway, it's not a good thing."
"She's a little strange." As for what was strange, Mu Shiyi couldn't tell. "Madam, there's still no movement?"
Mu Jiu's face looked a little unhappy. "The eldest lady said something like that, Madam should also be more cautious."
Mrs. Du doesn't believe those rumors. After so many years of true love, how could she not know whether the other person is sincere to her?
She wanted to stand up for her adopted daughter, but Miss Du only said, "The dagger that my brother always carries with him is in her hand. They have a friendship. If you don't mind your son's feelings, then go ahead and make a scene."
As soon as these words were spoken, Mrs. Du immediately gave up the idea and decided to wait for her son to come back.
She didn't think they were really close, but what if?
Not only that, the tribesmen are not allowed to cause trouble, and everything depends on Du Shaoxuan's wishes.
In her heart, her husband and son rank first and are the people she cares about most.
No matter how good an adopted daughter is, can she be better than one's own flesh and blood?
In the Du family, Mu Shaoxuan is the little ancestor, the person standing at the top of the pyramid. He is loved by his grandparents, parents, and sisters, and he is doted on. He is the epitome of everyone's love, and his words are more effective than anyone else's.
What can Du Jiu do? He can't go against his direct line.
He could only do things secretly and keep an eye on the snack street day and night.
This allowed him to find out a piece of information. It was said that there were hundreds of snacks in the snack street, bringing together delicacies from all over the country.
He came up with a bold idea. He wanted to get the secret recipes of these snacks first, and then disintegrate the Mu family from within, so that Mu Wanqing would be deserted by everyone and experience the feeling of losing everything.
He chose Mu Ziang, a simple-minded guy, to plant a thorn in the side of the Mu family.
As it turns out, Mu Ziang is actually mentally ill.
Others are heroes saving beautiful girls, but you, not only are you not moved, you even report it to the police! Why don't you just go to heaven?
Du Shiyi's eyes rolled around, "How about I do it myself?"
Du Jiu was stunned for a moment, "What do you want to do?"
Du Shiyi raised his head and waved the fan in his hand, looking very romantic and dashing.
"Girls just want to marry into a wealthy family and be loved by their husbands. Isn't it enough for me to give it to her?"
This condescending tone of charity was based on the century-old prosperity of the Du family.
No matter how smart Mu Wanqing is, she is just a fugitive.
Du Jiu was silent for a while, "You have a wife."
The girl looked unruly, like a wild horse that was difficult to tame.
Du Shiyi's eyes flickered. "She is not a good citizen, so she can't possibly marry me. I'll give her the status of a co-wife and promise to help her get rid of the crime. How can she not be tempted?"
To be free from crime is the greatest temptation and the freedom that countless exiles dream of.
Du Jiu knew that he had also set his sights on this snack street. Who would complain about having too little money?
Regardless of whether the snack street can be successful or not, these secret recipes bring real benefits.
"But...she has a relationship with the young master."
Du Shiyi's personality is more eccentric and fearless. "You still believe this nonsense? Don't you know what kind of person the young master is? He has seen all kinds of women, how could he possibly be interested in an exiled female prisoner?"
Du Jiu still had some reservations, "Just say it's friendship..."
Du Shiyi rolled his eyes. "What kind of friendship can there be between a man and a woman? There are countless possibilities for the dagger to fall into her hands. The only impossible one is that the young master gave it to her. It seems that the madam cares too much about the young master."
He said confidently, "Okay, it's decided. If I succeed, I will not treat her badly. I will make sure she has a comfortable life."
Isn't this the dream of all women in the world? He gave it to me!
Mu Wanqing bought a lot of things, many of which were ingredients for practice, and she also tried some local food.
The two of them were holding bags of things. Mu Wanqing hadn't shopped enough, so she saw a silver shop and her eyes lit up, "Second brother, let's go in and take a look."
"You want to buy jewelry?" Mu Ziang was a rough man who never paid attention to these things. He looked at his sister and saw that she didn't have any jewelry. He couldn't help but feel distressed. "Okay, I'll buy it for you."
Girls of his sister's age love beauty the most. Mu Jinyao brought piles of jewelry home at this age, but his sister has nothing!
"Don't you have no money?" Mu Wanqing joked with a smile.
Everyone earned some pocket money on the way, but when they arrived at the border, they stopped making money and focused on practicing their skills.
Mu Ziang has pocket money. “I always have money to buy flowers for my mother and sister.” At worst, he can just save some money.
Mu Wanqing smiled slightly, thinking that her second brother was so nice to her.
She doesn't need the money, but the thought is precious.
But in the eyes of some people, this scene is a manifestation of vanity.
Mu Wanqing pulled her brother into the silver shop. The waiter came over to greet them. He glanced at them and immediately concluded that they were rich, but their social status was not high.
He greeted them with a smile, "What would you two like to see? Do you need my recommendation?"
Mu Wanqing directly put forward the request, "The jewelry for daily wear must be of good quality and novel style."
The waiter responded and ran to tell the shopkeeper, who immediately picked out a few items, put them on a plate and brought them to Mu Wanqing.
Mu Wanqing picked up a pearl hairpin and said, "It will be mother's birthday in a few days. Let's pick a few things each and help big brother pick some too, to show our filial piety."
She had some expensive jewelry in her hand, but she didn't have the chance to sell it last time, so it has been kept in the bottom of the box.
But those jewellery are not suitable for daily wear, they are too expensive.
Mu Ziang was stunned. "Ah, I didn't know. What a sin. My sister is really careful. Thank you for reminding me."
The few pieces of jewelry my mother had were taken away during the house search. Now she doesn't even have a hairpin and she wears plain clothes every day. Alas, he was too careless.
Mu Wanqing was looking down carefully when she heard the waiter's excited voice, "Master Eleven has come to our store. It is a great honor for us. Please take a seat. I will serve you some good tea."
The shopkeeper also ran over hurriedly to serve the distinguished guest, calling him "Eleventh Master" affectionately.
The man's smiling voice sounded, "What are they picking? Show it to me."
Mu Wanqing looked up and saw, wow, the fat sheep came to her door!
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