Through the courtyard, I became a big villain

"Have a donkey roll."

Sticking his sleeves in his hands, he came to a small stall.

I thought to myself, I will eat it in my stomach immediately after buying it today, no one can stop me, I said it!

Compared with Moistur who just arrived at Xu Damao's house in the first period of time, the stick is extremely depressed at this stage.

Going to school every day is constantly being beaten and scolded. If it weren't for the last two days when Jia Zhang was busy with other things, he secretly didn't go to school. The life would be even more difficult.

Of course, the most disturbing thing is that the stick got money twice recently, but once it was lost for no reason, and the other time it was put in a sack and beat up, and the money was all lost in the end. He ran away, and the crushed marshmallows were also washed away by the water.

The stall owner in the alley has skillfully cut up a donkey roll, sprinkled it with sugar, and the gaze in one of the sticks is getting hotter and hotter.

"Here, find some money!"

The stick stem arrogantly handed over 2 yuan.

The stall owner's box-packing hand stopped suddenly.

"What's the matter? Hurry up, I've been hungry all morning."

Looking at the stall owner who didn't roll his ass, Sticky said very angrily.

The stall owner smiled angrily, put down the small spatula in his hand, and wiped his hands on the apron.

The left hand was lightly placed on the head of the stick, and then the right hand suddenly shot a big ear and hit the face of the stick.

"Why didn't you take me for silver? Just fool me with counterfeit money, and you still took a painting?"

"What? Counterfeit money? Impossible!"

Stickman's first reaction was disbelief.

Children of this age have never seen big bills of more than 1 yuan, and Qin Huairu would not have taught him how to distinguish real money from fake money, so he did not guard against counterfeit money.

The main reason is that when Bang Jing looked at the money in Zhang Longyi's drawer, he never dreamed that the money he grabbed "randomly" turned out to be fake?

Of course, the stick doesn't know that, as the maintainer of the order in Pigeon City, the Yanghe Gang has adopted a zero-tolerance attitude towards counterfeit currency while maintaining order in the market.

These days speculators are not necessarily bad people, but a large number of people who use counterfeit money are definitely out of their minds, so the Yanghe gang also caught one and taught them a lesson.

Of course, this is not the point. In fact, the drawer at that time was full of counterfeit money confiscated by the Yanghe Gang.

At that time, Zhang Long just picked a few of the most fake ones out of it on a whim. Who would have thought that the sticks were so heartless...

"I...I don't believe it..." Bang Giao was already a little panicked inside, but he still couldn't believe that what he received was fake money, because it probably meant that he had fake money in his underwear too!

"Pretending to be like that!" The stall owner held the stick by the neck and spat the money on his face.

"See for yourself!"

The man spat on the money, and then rubbed it on the face of the stick twice, and it turned out that the 2 yuan bill, as expected, faded...

"Hurry up, if you can come up with the money to buy this donkey roll, I can still pretend that you didn't do it on purpose, otherwise I will hand you over to the Yanghe gang, they will beat up anyone who uses counterfeit money and then Throw it into a beggar's nest in the back street and let people strip all their clothes clean!"

"I... I still have money in my pocket!"

Stick tremblingly, he unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers, reached in and unzipped the zipper.

"Hey~" The elder brother of the stall owner made a voice that he didn't know whether it was contempt or disgust.

"Let's see if these photos are real or fake..."

Stick handed over all the remaining 19 yuan in his hand.

The stall owner slapped his nose, but didn't answer his eyelids.

The hand that was holding the stick before also became a help stick to straighten the collar, and the other hand helped the stick dust the dirt.

"When I meet someone from the Yanghe Gang, if I kneel down earlier, I'll be beaten less, and try to be a decent person before I leave."

The stick terrified and howled, and shouted as he howled: "Don't hand me over to them, I didn't do it on purpose, I got this money at the entrance of the alley."

It's a pity that the stall owner didn't believe what he said: "I believe you for 2 yuan for a painting. You are blind in one eye. You are really blind and can't see it. I believe it. You took it One piece of 4 yuan, one piece of 7 yuan, one piece of 8 yuan to fool me? Xia Guo has never issued such a denomination of money!"

"Is there any fool in the world who would ask for this kind of money? Come on, follow me to the boss!"

The stall owner dragged the stick directly to the station of the Yanghe Gang at the intersection.

But the stick was already frightened by the previous stall owner's description, so how dare he go over, seeing that the stick, who was really struggling, directly bit the man's arm, and even stomped on the man's foot desperately.

The stall owner let out an "Aww" in pain, and let go of the stick in pain.

BangJiao took this opportunity and quickly ran to the entrance of the alley.

"You little bastard, how dare you bite me with counterfeit money?"

The stall owner was in a hurry, picked up an object from the stall and threw it at the stick, until the object was released, the stall owner said in his heart: It's broken!

In the blink of an eye, a weight hit the heel of the panicking stick.

This is also due to the fact that although the stall owner was in a hurry just now, he still has a little sense to know not to hit his head, otherwise the sticks are probably dead now.

Even so, the stick is still rolling all over the ground in pain, clutching his heels and crying heartbreakingly.

The stall owner also panicked, quickly packed up the cart and ran away, not even daring to pick up the thrown weight.

"Ding, Bangjiu was slapped for using the counterfeit money provided by the host, and the reward is 70 yuan."

After breakfast, Xu Yang, who watched Qin Huairu twist his waist and wash the dishes, suddenly received a system prompt.

Counterfeit money I offered?

After thinking about it, Xu Yang probably guessed that it was Zhang Long who played tricks to deceive the stick.

Well done.

"Xiaodang, Huaihua, go home and do your homework!"

Qin Huairu started to coax the two children away after cleaning up the dishes.

Xiao Dang: "Mom, can I write in Dad Xu's room? It's boring at home, I want to stay with you."

"Go, go, go home and write, your father Xu will be... for a while... Well, he will kill the chicken for a while, it's bloodshot, children don't look at it."

After a while, Qin Huairu came up with a reasonable excuse to drive away the two children.

Then Qin Huairu turned around and was about to close the door.

Who knew that Xu Yang got up and was about to go out at this time?

"What are you doing?" Qin Huairu glanced at Xu Yang charmingly.

Xu Yang said in a low voice: "I'm going to buy chickens, I can't lie to children."

An angry Qin Huairu kept hammering his chest: "You're making fun of me again!"

After speaking, she took the initiative to hug Xu Yang to find his lips and teeth.

Xu Yang waved his hand and plugged the door bolt, hugged Qin Huairu and quickly went to the kang with a grunt.

"Ding, because of the counterfeit money, Bang Geng was hit by the food stall owner with a weight and broke his right heel bone, causing serious injuries. There will be no reward this time."

Xu Yang took a breath. On the one hand, he was caught off guard by the sudden warmth, and on the other hand, it was because of the sudden system prompt.

Double happiness is coming to this great day, but do you want to tell Qin Huairu that her son is even more disabled?

Forget it, after all, Qin Huairu is now half a body shorter than Xu Yang, and it is inconvenient to speak.