Chapter 47 Wolf-hearted, Cowardly

Moyang's heart suddenly trembled, and he squinted his eyes to carefully look at the thugs maintaining order around him, afraid that among these guys were the criminals who had kidnapped the boy.
"Little one, my child, where are you?" The woman had already fallen to the ground, knocking her head like pounding garlic, begging, "Kind sir, please spare my child, he is still so young... Take me instead, I can do anything... And my husband, make him a slave for you... If you do good deeds, return my child to me... Surely you will be blessed for generations..."
This tragic scene of separation and farewell in the face of death has touched the hearts of most families with children. Those who were already cautious have become even more vigilant, holding their children tightly and refusing to let go.
However, many displaced people who are not directly affected by these situations simply numbly watch, regardless of how their hearts are fluctuating. The most important thing for them at the moment is to grab a bowl of rice to fill their stomachs and survive in this world. This is more important than anything else to them.
Moyang hurriedly led the skinny yellow horse out. After completing this trip, their work at the granary for today would be finished, and they needed to return to the car dealership to continue with other tasks.
Turning away from Wutong Temple, Moyang noticed a few ragged old ladies by the corner of the wall, wearing tattered coats and basking in the sun at the doorway.
And not far behind them, there are several thugs dressed up provocatively, standing there ogling.
On the outskirts of Wutong Temple, many people with their own daughters stood in a row along the street, hoping that someone would buy their child in exchange for some food or copper coins.
This is also a helpless move, as the child might starve if they stay with themselves. By selling them, even if they become slaves or servants, perhaps they can find a way to survive.
Moxiang saw two familiar figures, the prostitute and the fox, also with two assistants, picking people here.
Fox and Moya's eyes met for a moment, but neither of them greeted each other.
Seeing that Wan Niang was a resident of the neighborhood and seemed interested in her daughter, the woman in front of Wan Niang bowed clumsily, pleading in a sorrowful voice, "Madam, please take a look at me. This child is still too young and doesn't understand things or know how to serve others."
Madam Wan gently placed her hand on her chest while supporting her chin with the other hand, and said in a somewhat hesitant manner: "To be honest, such a small child wouldn't be of much use to us. I wasn't planning on buying one either, but seeing you like this, I can't help but feel sorry for you."
"You, woman, stop talking nonsense and don't make it difficult for the noble lady." The woman's husband slapped her, saying, "When I abandon you later, you deserve this punishment."
After saying that, the man lifted her chin and nodded, smiling obsequiously, saying, "Noble lady, take a look, my wife here has a pretty face, despite her pale complexion, which is due to hunger. If she stays at home for a while and gets taken care of, she will surely become a true beauty."
After saying this, the brothel owner and the fox had not spoken yet, and the scoundrels over there burst into laughter and started chattering: "Wang Laoba, if this noble lady doesn't buy it, how about you lend her to us for a few days, at the same price as your son?"
The woman didn't have much of a reaction even when she was being beaten, she just held onto her daughter tightly. But when she heard these words, she suddenly looked up and exclaimed in disbelief, "You sold our son? But you said he got lost by accident!"
She couldn't care less about reproaching the other person. She fell to the ground with a thud and looked eagerly at the person who let the secret slip, saying, "Darling, tell me, where is my eldest child now? I will do anything for you."
"This old lady's face is all covered in dust. Don't you not have a wife? Take her home and scrub her with some bath beans, she'll definitely be more attractive than that girl from Xiangfang." urged the companion beside the hoodlum with a mischievous laughter.
"Just bring her back first, and figure out how to deal with her when we get back. Just listen to you." Another thug chuckled as he rubbed his chin.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, this woman is just talking nonsense. I was still hoping to sell her and her daughter for money. I can't go with you." The man rubbed his rough hands and smiled awkwardly.
He turned around and slapped the woman kneeling on the ground on the back of her head: "That eldest child has long been taken by them, who has ever seen anyone whose child can be found after being lost? The fool has lost his mind. If you dare to go with them, I will send Little Ni'er to the brothel."
This woman froze and turned around, hugging her daughter tightly, crying loudly and trembling.
The thug's expression changed instantly, sneering and saying, "Wang Lao Ba, your wife agreed to leave with us on her own. Do you have the guts to stop us, you bloody traitor?"
He glanced at Wang Laoba, sniffed his nose, and said, "Brothers, help me out and I'll treat you to a drink later."
A few street ruffians responded and rushed forward, rolling up their sleeves and pulling the woman away without saying a word.
However, the woman was reluctant, afraid that after she left, her daughter would fall into an even more miserable situation.
The girl in the woman's arms saw her mother being pulled away, and she cried loudly, her voice hoarse and choked.
"Oh God, open your eyes and see... my eldest son... my precious child..." The woman wailed in extreme grief, appearing mad, "Wang Lao Ba, you damn son of a gun, you sold my son and now you want to sell my daughter!"
A few hooligans originally wanted to stir up trouble, but suddenly they looked like a mouse encountering a cat, and there was a bit of panic in their expressions.
"Mrs. Wang, if you want to know about your son's news, you can exchange it with yourself. Walk to the third house on the east side of He Fang Bridge, and come as soon as you figure it out—I have prepared a bed for you!" The hooligan reluctantly said, and then they shouted and walked away.
Moyang's gaze followed them, and he saw Su Chuang walking towards them.
Surprisingly, these people bowed and greeted Su Chuang before leaving with laughter.
The fox whispered a few words in the ear of Lady Wan, and she nodded before saying to the man, "My husband has a kind heart and cannot bear to see these two ladies separated. I will give you 300 yuan, and I will take them away."
"Madam, this price is really too low for them," the man didn't dare to offend the madam who had brought a few men out, and spoke politely, "Madam, if you add 200 more money, you can do whatever you want with the two of them."
"You better think carefully, Wang Lao Ba. If we leave and those people come looking for you, you won't even get a penny." The clever attendant brought by Wan Niang retorted with a sharp tongue.
The prostitute glanced at the man disdainfully, showing no intention of engaging in further conversation, and was about to leave.
The man panicked and quickly said, "Fine, fine, fine, 300 is 300, I want cash."
Seeing that things were resolved here, the fox breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up as if by chance and glanced towards the spot where Muyang had been before, only to find that the skinny yellow horse had been replaced by another coachman, while Muyang had disappeared without a trace.