Comprehensive Film and Television: Starting from An Lingrong, becoming the king of rolls

Mo Lan looked downstairs and frowned slightly.

She stared downstairs.

Because she wanted to better observe the daily life in Bianjing City, Mo Lan asked for a private room with a window.

Restaurants at this time were generally not that high, and Mo Lan was on the second floor.

And the original owner is a child after all, with good eyesight.

She clearly saw a woman downstairs holding a child and tugging at another woman.

I even faintly heard the words of the "kidnapper".

kidnapper?

Human traffickers!

Mo Lan jumped up and stood up.

I believe that as a flower grower, no one will have a good impression of human traffickers except those who commit heinous crimes and are inhumane.

"Walk."

Yun Zai followed her out in surprise.

"Girl, what's wrong with the lack of hospitality?"

The waiter was serving food and was a little surprised when he saw this.

The dishes were not even served. Why did the guest officer leave?

"Brother, I have something to do. I'll be back soon."

Mo Lan warned her so that the waiter would not think he was gone and take the dishes away when he saw no one was around.

After all, the meal has already been paid for.

"Okay."

Mo Lan hurriedly walked downstairs, and before she even reached the two women, she heard yelling and cursing from both sides.

"You're such a black-hearted whore, how dare you snatch my child away, and you're not afraid of being struck by thunder from the sky!"

The younger woman pointed at the woman holding the child and yelled, her face turned red with anger.

As he said this, he wanted to go up and snatch the child back.

But the middle-aged woman holding the child shook her head repeatedly, feeling helpless and pitiful: "No, this is my child, you... don't snatch my child..."

The middle-aged woman has a chubby face, round eyes, fair skin, and looks kind-hearted.

The young woman, on the other hand, had a cold look on her face, and looked quite aggressive.

In addition, her mouth was dirty, but the middle-aged woman could only pitifully say that the child was hers, and could not utter a single curse word.

The onlookers instantly felt biased.

Some people couldn't help but comment: "I think this woman is very aggressive, and she looks like she is here to steal the child. She also said she is a kidnapper, but I think she is the kidnapper."

There were also people nearby who agreed.

"Yes, I think this lady has a kind face. How does she look like a kidnapper? On the contrary, this woman is very aggressive."

"This lady is wearing silk and satin, but this woman is wearing coarse cloth. How could she steal a child with such grandeur?"

The comments from the people around her also reached the woman's ears, making her even more angry.

She glared fiercely at those who made sarcastic remarks, and shouted harshly: "Are you blind? What are you thinking?! You treat a kidnapper as a good person. If my child is lost, you will all be accomplices!"

If she talks to everyone in a nice voice, others will hesitate.

The fact that she was so fierce directly pushed people's hearts away.

The person who was scolded immediately stared: "You are such an unreasonable woman, I think you are the kidnapper!"

Everyone else scolded her, making the young woman gasp in anger.

The middle-aged woman shed tears again and thanked everyone: "Thank you all the benevolent people for upholding justice. Otherwise, I am a woman, old and frail, and I may not be able to protect my young son."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

When the young woman saw this, she stepped forward and wanted to scratch someone, but was held down by several people on the side.

"You are such a kidnapper. You are young and have both hands and feet, but you want to do such a sinful thing! You still want to do it?!"

"Let me go! You are all in a group and want to steal my child! Someone is here! Someone is stealing the child!"

When Mo Lan saw this, she couldn't bear it any longer. She took a step forward and asked, "Since you two say this child is yours, why don't you report it to the official?"

"What kind of official should I report to? This woman looks like a kidnapper!"

There was a hot-tempered lady next to her who couldn't help but speak.

"Report to the official?"

The young woman was stunned, struggled and shouted: "Yes, I want to report it to the official!"

The middle-aged woman's face turned cold and she hugged the child tighter.

"You kidnapper, you know that you are reporting to the police now, but you still don't know when the trial will take place. You clearly want to delay time and deliberately steal my child!"

Only then did Mo Lan remember.

Today, unlike in later generations, police resources are well developed.

Now we are in Tokyo, at the feet of the Emperor.

The prefect of Kaifeng Prefecture has many things to deal with every day, and there are endless matters to deal with every day.

If you want to report it to the official, the case will definitely take some time.

That's all the other things, now it's a big deal of robbing children.

Pian Shenghong was only from the sixth rank, and she was a concubine, so how could she have the dignity to show off?

But now that something like this has happened to me, I can't just sit back and ignore it.

How can one watch mother and son being separated and the traitor succeed?

That's right, Mo Lan has already figured out that the young woman is the biological mother of the child, and the middle-aged woman is the kidnapper!

Mo Lan looked at the ladies who were holding down the young woman and persuaded them: "Madam, please let her go. She is the biological mother of the child."

"how is this possible?"

Those ladies didn't believe her, so they taught her: "You are young, don't let this man who has suffered a thousand cuts deceive you."

Mo Lan said loudly: "Madam, I really have evidence to prove that this person is the biological mother of the child. Just listen to me. If you think I am talking nonsense, it will not be too late to send her to the Yamen."

Several ladies were hesitant.

Mainly because Mo Lan is so good-looking.

His features are picturesque and his attitude is humble.

And the silk and satin on her body, the jewelry, and the whole body style.

Even the maids and attendants following him looked good.

Everything shows that the little girl in front of me is a lady.

There is some truth in what I want to say.

Thinking like this, the ladies let go of their hands.

But the middle-aged woman standing aside became anxious and said with a cold face: "Why do you say that she is your biological child? I think you and her are in the same group!"

"By my eyes."

Mo Lan took a step forward and stared at the kidnapper with cold eyes.

"You said this is your youngest son, then do you love him and love him?"

The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, and there was a trace of unnaturalness in her eyes: "That's natural, this is my hard-earned young son, and my family loves him like a jewel. But someone comes to snatch my child. It's really heartless. !”

She wiped her tears as she spoke, and the people around her sympathized.

But the next moment, it was broken by Mo Lan.

"You said you love him, then why are you wearing silk and satin, while he is wearing coarse linen clothes? And the material and color of these clothes are very similar to the clothes on this lady?"

The middle-aged woman looked panicked for a moment.

Everyone also looked at the sleeping child. The color of the clothes on his body was indeed very similar to that of the young lady...

Qiaoqiu is a tool often used by women nowadays to tie up their sleeves when working.

If Mo Lan hadn't pointed it out, no one would have noticed this.

"You yourself are dressed in silk and satin, but you are wearing coarse linen and linen for your young son who you say you love so much. I want to ask you, do you really treat your beloved young son like this?"

Mo Lan's question made everyone suddenly realize.

Yes, they all cut back on clothing and food so that their children can eat and clothe themselves well. How could they be so popular, drink hot and wear silks and satins, and let their children wear coarse linen and linen clothes?

This has been China's national conditions for thousands of years.

Most parents devote their lives to their children.

"And as you all know, the loops are made from leftover cloth. This lady's loops were clearly made from the leftover fabric after cutting new clothes for her children."