In a small courtyard in the west of the city, the small three-room house was crowded with people.

Guy A lay on the narrow wooden bed and kept wailing: "It hurts me, it hurts me." ”

His father sat at a small table not far away and drank and scolded his mother: "You deserve it, whoever makes you stupid, no one else dares to provoke that tigress, you can!" ”

His mother sat aside and wiped her tears: "The child has suffered a big loss, so he won't say a word." ”

"I didn't know she was so ruthless." Guy Jiayang begged: "Mother, you can put that fairy powder on me again." ”

His mother was about to get the medicine, and his father slapped the table vigorously: "Don't put it on him!" Such an expensive medicine, I just applied it, and I'll give it to him tomorrow morning! Go to bed! ”

His mother didn't dare to speak, so she brought him a bowl of water and put it at the head of the bed, and followed his father tremblingly.

Guy A howled for a while, but he couldn't move, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

But not long after I fell asleep, I woke up in pain again.

And he wailed again.

No one in the family paid any attention to him, and they all slept to death.

Guy A regretted his death, and if he knew this, he shouldn't have promised that person.

It's just a few taels of silver, and you can't earn it when you can't earn it.

In the midst of remorse, the door was suddenly opened from outside, and a figure sneaked in: "Big brother, you are suffering." ”

Guy A turned around and saw a middle-aged man's face looking at him and smiling in the dim light.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Why are you here?" ”

The middle-aged man raised the burden in his hand and said with a smile: "No, I heard that you were beaten, and I sent you medicine and money." My medicine is cured, and it doesn't hurt when I apply it. ”

Guy A said impatiently: "The stinky girl wants to fine me for my wages, how much money did you bring me?" ”

The middle-aged man took out a piece of silver and handed it to him: "Look, it's ten taels!" ”

Guy A's eyes lit up: "Quick, give me medicine, I hurt a lot." ”

The middle-aged man smiled obscenely, uncovered his quilt, took out the medicine bottle and was about to pour the medicine up.

Suddenly, the light flickered, and a cold wind struck, and one hand snatched the bottle from his hand with lightning speed.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened in surprise, only to see a sword-eyed young man standing in front of him, looking at him coldly.

It was the steward named Mu Li beside Mu Yunhan.

"You...... I ......" The middle-aged man turned around and ran, but was swept to the ground by Mu Li's sweeping leg, and then his arm was twisted back, and he stepped on his face fiercely, unable to move.

Guy A was startled: "Steward, I'm ...... This...... I didn't do anything......"

The dog leftovers walked in, carrying a desperately struggling live mouse in his hand.

Guy A covered his mouth in fright, why don't you put this live mouse in his mouth?

"What do you think?" Gou Yu'er glanced at him with disdain, took out a dagger, cut a wound on the mouse's body, and put it in front of Mu Li.

Mu Li flicked the medicine bottle he snatched lightly, and a touch of medicine powder fell on the mouse.

"Squeak" the rat screamed miserably, its limbs twitching.

Guy A vaguely understood something, but he didn't understand it enough.

After half a cup of tea, the mouse did not move and did not bark.

The dog leftover picked up the mouse with chopsticks and showed him, the wound had festered, discolored and smelly, and the mouse was dying.

"Do you see what the good medicine he gave you is?" Gou Yu'er smiled and pulled out his long knife and slashed it down on the silver ingot.