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Before dawn, Fubao was awakened by a knock on the door.

Soon, Zhang Ercui entered the room and yelled excitedly, "Hurry up, everyone! Someone is here to cause trouble. I knew those people were jealous, and we couldn't stop them no matter how hard we tried."

Fubao: "Aunt, don't get excited. What happened?"

Zhang Ercui: "I don't know which son of a bitch destroyed all the paintings outside our shop! They are just jealous! Those paintings are so expensive, I want to report to the police!"

When Fubao heard this, he lay back down and said lazily, "If the painting is posted outside, someone will definitely move it. The government won't do anything about it."

Zhang Ercui was furious: "What should we do? He destroyed our paintings for nothing and ran away."

Fu Bao turned over in bed: "It's okay, we'll talk about it after the store opens."

Zhang Ercui turned around angrily and went back to the shop.

When Fubao arrived at the shop and saw the destroyed paintings outside, he understood why Zhang Ercui was so excited.

The lower half of the painting was torn into pieces. The parts that couldn't be torn off were scratched by a knife so that the original appearance could not be seen. The entire lower half of the wall was covered with scratches, deeply engraved on the wall.

Fu Bao's face darkened. A familiar customer came over and asked, "Little girl, your family didn't offend anyone, did they? Why was it scratched like this?"

Fu Bao smiled and said, "The original one doesn't look good. If the old one doesn't go away, the new one won't come."

After seeing the guests off, Fubao returned to the house, took out several paintings he had prepared earlier, and pasted them up again to cover up the dense scratches.

Business in the shop is still brisk. Most people who come to this street probably want to try the sweet soup, and customers keep coming in and out of the shop.

Fu Bao called his two brothers upstairs and said, "Someone is causing trouble. I won't go home tonight. I want to see who it is."

Chongming patted her head and said, "Okay, I'll tell Dad and Uncle later that we won't be back at night."

The family watched as they worked very hard, but in fact they were a little angry when they saw the situation outside the shop early in the morning. So when Fubao said that they wanted to catch the troublemakers, they immediately agreed.

As soon as it got dark, they closed the shop. Zhao Xiuer followed Liu Er's wife and drove the ox cart back home. Yisheng, Yiqiu, and Rong'er were waiting at home, and the two were worried.

After closing the shop, Fubao followed his father and Chongming to hide in the dark across the street. Zhang Ercui, Li Darong and Chongxi hid at the door of the shop.

In this way, as long as someone comes, both sides can find out immediately.

Fu Bao rubbed his legs which were almost numb from squatting and said, "Why hasn't he come yet? It's almost half an hour already. We can't let people wait all night."

Chongming chuckled: "I asked you to go back with Second Aunt, but you didn't want to. Come and sit here." As he said that, he patted the hard stone beside him.

Fubao bent over and sat next to him. His sneaky look almost made Li Shuangrong and Chongming laugh out loud.

Just as he relaxed his guard, Fubao saw a dark figure approaching from afar, and excitedly lowered his voice: "Someone is coming."

Several people immediately fell silent, staring at the approaching shadow with bated breath.

It was too dark, and Fubao could only see that he was not very tall, holding a small silver knife in his hand. He quietly walked to the side of the shop, preparing to start working on the painting on the wall.

As soon as he unveiled the first picture, Fubao immediately shouted, "Catch the thief, catch the thief!"

The three people in the shop joined forces with the people outside. They attacked together and pinned the man to the ground.

Fu Bao took out a tinder and lit the candle. The light shone on the man's face, which looked familiar. "Who are you? Why did you come to uncover the paintings in my house?"

The other people were also a little surprised, because this was a child, who looked only eight or nine years old. At this moment, he was pressed to the ground by them, trembling.

Li Shuangrong reluctantly let go of his hand and pulled the man up from the ground: "Why do you do this?"

The child stammered with tears in his eyes, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault. My grandfather has no money to treat his illness. My mother can't afford to buy food."

Fu Bao was confused: "What have we done? Who is your grandfather? Who is your mother?"

The boy sobbed: "Since you put up this picture, no one will come to buy our water."

Fubao thought that it must be the child of a competitor, but there was no tea shop on this street, let alone a dessert shop like theirs.

Seeing him crying so pitifully, the adults couldn't bear to blame him and took him into the store.

Fubao: "Tell me clearly, which shop are you from? I have never seen you before."

The boy wiped his tears and kept his mouth shut.

Fu Bao: "If you tell the truth, I won't tell your family. Otherwise, I will report it to the police right now."

When the boy heard about calling the police, he panicked: "No! Don't call the police!"

Fubao: "Can you tell me now?"

The boy lowered his head and stammered, "My mother sells bamboo leaf green snakes."

Fubao suddenly realized. She always felt that the person in front of her looked familiar. Now that he said that, she really looked 60% similar to his mother.

Fubao: "But hasn't Bamboo Leaf Green always been selling very well? Our shop is far away from there."

The boy lowered his head. "No, it's not true. Many people were about to buy, but when they saw your paintings and the special sweet soup, they all left. We don't have a shop, so they can only sit on the roadside to drink..."

Fu Bao: "You scratched our wall just for this? Will our business get worse after scratching it? Will people buy your bamboo leaf green snake after scratching it?"

The boy's tears fell again.

Fubao: "Is your grandpa sick?"

The boy said, "He is sick and can't get out of bed. My mother originally wanted to sell some Bamboo Leaf Green for a few days so that she could hire a doctor for him. But in three days, she only sold four cans..."

Fubao: "What's your name?"

The boy stared at her with a vigilant look: "Please, don't report to the police. I won't come here again."

Fubao: "I want to discuss some business with your mother."

The boy said: "My name is Ye Xuan."

Fubao: "It's too late today, you should go back. Ask your mother to come with you tomorrow morning. I have a way to sell your Bamboo Leaf Green."

After saying this, he gave him one or two taels of silver and said, "Go hire a doctor for your grandfather first." Only then did he believe it and promised to bring his mother over.

After Ye Xuan left, Chongming and Fubao looked at each other and said, "The aunt who sells the bamboo leaf green snake helped Brother Chongming pick up the lost silver."

Fubao: "When we opened the shop, I didn't expect it to be so popular. It even affected Zhuyeqing's business. But I want to help them."

The whole family remained silent. Although Zhang Ercui felt a little aggrieved, she did not pursue the matter further because she saw that the other party was just a child.

After a tiring day and a night of catching thieves, the family slept together on the second floor.

Early the next morning, before the shop opened, noises were heard at the door of the shop.