Then he took out several dozen taels of silver from his person, along with the silver he had just robbed.
Hand it to him.
Lü Yunchuan took it.
The others, Duan and Shi, were slightly taken aback.
Lu Chengfeng feigned calmness and sneered, "A peasant is a peasant, destined to be trampled under my feet for life."
The farm boy calmly replied, "You're right."
Then suddenly he reached out and shoved the silver in his hand into the other person's hand, shouting frantically, "Everyone come quick! Young Master Lu is robbing people!"
A row of crows flashed on the foreheads of the others...
Lu Chengfeng sneered, "Such a idiotic framing method is laughable."
There were originally many people surrounding him.
His shout attracted the attention of the onlookers.
Then those lackeys said righteously, "I saw it! It was you who insisted on taking their money!"
He reached out and tried to snatch it!
The other lackeys added fuel to the fire, saying, "You still say that this man is dressed in peasant clothes, with rough fingers, and looks like a farmer working in the fields. How could he have so much money?"
The farm boy, his face weathered by hardship, said sadly, "These are all money scraped together by the people in my village for my trip to the capital to take the imperial examination. How could you do this to me?"
The lackey jumped around, speaking with great conviction.
Many people have already begun to criticize, saying, "That's too vicious. Who's your father?"
"County Magistrate Lu."
"You bastard, oh no, excuse me..."
"What are you afraid of? His father is the culprit who caused the influx of refugees into the city and the plague!"
"He really is a bastard, and the thing he gave birth to is no good either."
The farm boy's expression remained calm.
Lu Chengfeng's fingers trembled, his face contorted, "You! You!"
The farm boy calmly said, "Now you know how satisfying it is to be wrongly accused, young master?"
Duan Zhujun looked at the somewhat unfamiliar young man.
I want to speak.
Shi Jingxing said in a low voice, "Neither you nor I are him, so no one can... put yourself in his shoes and imagine how he felt when he was wronged. Don't talk nonsense."
Some self-proclaimed righteous teenagers are easily provoked.
My head was racing with hot blood.
Let's start fighting!
Pfft! Pfft!
The boy took the silver back from the other person, pried open the other person's fingers, and calmly said, "In the end, I still can't let go of my resentment. Is this belated revenge still revenge?"
He glanced at the boy who looked like a dead dog.
Even after the nails are removed, the marks remain on the heart of someone who has had nails driven into it.
It's still intact and smooth like before, but it's different.
Meanwhile, the original servants of the Lu family had long since pretended not to have seen the young master's miserable state.
They began a frenzied looting of the Lu family's vases, antiques, and other valuables.
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