Chapter 348 (1/2)

The busiest place in Changping county is Furong bank. The banks are full of carved balustraded flower buildings. The wind blows and the leaves are flying red. The buildings are full of red tea. It is a good place for rich and powerful people to look for flowers and willows in Jiang'an.

Warm wine was tied to the Furong River by Li Laihua. It was evening. Li Laihua dragged her and bargained with the procuress of Hualou like selling goods.

Li Laihua was not satisfied with the price after three or four quarrels. ”Twelve? It's too few. Look at this little face. It will grow in two years. It must be a beauty who can be a cash cow for you! Add more!”

He kept blankly warming the wine and suddenly opened his mouth and bit Li Laihua's thumb. He died until his lips were covered with blood and didn't loosen a bit.

”Let go! You stupid bitch, let go!” Li Laihua howled in pain and kept beating her and kicking her. She just didn't let go until she didn't have the strength to fall to the ground and curled up like a desperate little beast.

The wound on Li Laihua's hand has deep bone.

Seeing the blood, the procuress of the Hualou repeatedly scolded her bad luck. While calling in thugs to beat them out, she scolded, ”it's hard to say if you can live two years! Get out of here!”

The thugs threw Wenjiu and Li Laihua out together. The dust was flying outside the door. The passers-by had been used to this scene for a long time. They looked at it, smiled and turned away.

Li Laihua picked her up and slapped her hard. ”You dead girl, give me trouble at this time! The Wen family doesn't want you. I'm kind enough to send you to a good place to enjoy happiness. You don't know how to be grateful and bite me!”

When he finished, his hand hurt badly. Looking at the people coming and going in the street, his eyes flashed. Suddenly his tone was much better and coaxed him: ”ah Jiu, if you are more calm, my uncle can find a good place for you, otherwise you will starve to death and no one will take care of the streets in the future.”

Wen Jiu's face was burning and painful. He looked up at the sky and was stunned. His eyes didn't have any aura in the past.

On this day, dark clouds filled the sky.

She thought: if it rains and thunders, it may kill people.

Li Laihua rubbed her hands, took the warm wine to the street, picked up a straw from the ground and put it on her head.

Just a moment later, he shouted, ”sell your body to save your father! Sell your body to save your father! Come and have a look! A 13-year-old girl, when she is tender, only needs twenty Liang! Buy it back and be a servant girl, wash clothes and cook! Wash your feet and warm your bed! It's all right!”

Twelve year old Wen Jiu had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and his face was beaten red. Since he was humiliated, a pair of apricot eyes burst into tears, which became more colorful in the eyes of others.

She bit her lips and looked up at the sky to prevent herself from crying.

Why not thunder?

Doesn't it mean that God is the most fair?

You killed Li Laihua!

However, dark clouds rolled in the sky and lightning whizzed past, but Li Laihua still stood in front of her and shouted to stop pedestrians coming and going.

A rich merchant in his fifties smiled and said, ”I'm so young. I don't know if my body is open. I'm afraid it's meaningless to be on the couch!”

Next to the crowd followed to coax, ”this little face is good, but this look is too fierce. I'm afraid it's not easy to tame.”

”I just like those who have a temper like this. Come on, take off your clothes! Let me see how good the goods are!”

The sound fell, and everyone laughed.

All kinds of sounds overlap and surround the warm wine ear.

Li Laihua responded well, turned around, tore open her outer shirt and tore up the innocence of Wenjiu in the past 12 years.

The thin and white shoulders lost their cover and were exposed in front of people. The hemp rope tied her hands and feet to death. Her body was full of blue and purple bruises. The men around laughed even more and marveled that the little girl could bear it and didn't cry.

The rich merchant in his fifties said with a smile, ”keep taking it off. When can she be tough? It makes me happy. Silver is not a matter!”

Li Laihua nodded and bowed in response, tearing off the warm wine clothes bit by bit.

There was thunder in the sky, and the big rain suddenly fell.

It was midsummer. Pedestrians hurried through the streets. Everyone left at a glance. Only a group of men were interested in discussing the good waist and the small shoulder