After crossing, I was forced to hold on to my thighs and build a kingdom

It happened so quickly that just as the stick in the waiter's hand was about to hit the boy, a small and exquisite golden bead flew quickly from not far away.

The guy felt a pain in his wrist, and the stick he had gathered with all his strength slipped out of his hand and fell on the young boy.

Although it still hurts, there is no danger to life!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their hearts finally settled down.

The middle-aged man, who had been extremely anxious just now, now relaxed. He looked at Su Cheng'an throwing the golden beads and couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up, his eyes full of surprise and admiration: "Young man, you are so righteous! You have excellent kung fu!"

After saying that, he looked at the little boy on the ground again, but saw that the child was staring blankly in the direction of Su Cheng'an with a pair of eyes that were almost out of frame.

Slowly, his eyes blinked, and his amber pupils gradually began to light up with hope.

"Young man, can you still stand up?" the middle-aged man asked him with concern, while trying to help him up with his hands.

"No one is allowed to touch him!" The fat shopkeeper reacted and stopped them sternly.

The middle-aged man who had always behaved very gently now looked serious.

"Shopkeeper, even if this kid stole a few of your buns, you beat him up just now. If that brother hadn't intervened in time, I'm afraid this kid would have died on the spot under your stick!"

At this point, the middle-aged man could no longer suppress his anger, and his tone was filled with a hint of coldness. "Although this child stole the steamed buns from your store and did commit a crime, I have searched through all the laws of our Great Jin Dynasty and there is no reason to immediately beat or kill a child just because he stole a few steamed buns!"

The middle-aged man turned his gaze to Su Cheng'an and reminded the shopkeeper, "If that young man hadn't come to your rescue just now, you and your clerk would have lost your life!"

As soon as these words fell, everyone in the hall started talking again.

"Yes, if that young master hadn't intervened, the child would have been beaten to death!"

"Beating a child to death for a few steamed buns is truly vicious!"

"The key to running an inn is to make money through harmony. The owner is so cruel. Who will dare to come to this inn in the future?"

After witnessing the scene where the fat shopkeeper almost beat the young boy to death, everyone was still frightened.

Even the customer who initially said he wanted to catch the young boy and punish him was no longer on the side of the fat shopkeeper.

The fat shopkeeper, who was annoyed by everyone's gossip, was so angry that his face was shaking.

He stretched out his arms towards the crowd, yelling, "That little bastard not only stole the buns from the store, but also bit me. He deserves the beating I'm giving him!"

Everyone turned their eyes to the arm that the fat shopkeeper stretched out.

There were indeed two rows of clear teeth marks in the middle of his upper arm, and there was also a crack about an inch long in the middle, which was bleeding. It was obviously bitten by the young boy just now.

Even if that's the case, it wouldn't be necessary to take someone else's child's life, right?

This thought came to everyone's mind at the same time, and they couldn't help but feel even more disgusted with the fat shopkeeper.

A dark-skinned man with a quick tongue spoke up, "He only bit your arm, not broke it. Even if he did, you can't just kill him, right?"

The man turned his head to look at the young boy on the ground. A hint of pity flashed across his eyes, and his voice was filled with obvious indignation.

Besides, he's still a child, and you're an adult who's already kicked him once, yet you're still going to beat him to death. Isn't that a bit too cruel?"

"Yes, Boss, your inn is spacious and grand, and business is booming. It's no exaggeration to say you're making a fortune every day. Today's lawsuit is, after all, just a matter of a few steamed buns. Is it really necessary to cause a loss of life?"

After saying this, the other younger man glanced at the fat shopkeeper with disdain.

"How cruel of a rich man!" someone else interrupted and sarcastically said.

The fat shopkeeper was embarrassed for a moment. As his eyes were darting around, he suddenly caught sight of the dirty steamed buns that were trampled into pieces on the ground. His eyes rolled and he started to argue.

"If that brat hadn't broken into my shop and stolen the steamed buns, how could I have encountered such a sudden disaster? Now my steamed buns are gone, and my arm is bitten, but this brat is still alive and well. Who will be responsible for my losses?"

He paused briefly, then turned his gaze towards the crowd around him. "Let's not even talk about the cost of these steamed buns. Who's going to pay for the medicine to treat my arm injury?"

Everyone avoided his gaze, knowing that the steamed bun was easy to deal with, but as for the wound on his arm, if he really asked for a huge sum of money, the cost would not be small.

I don't think there are many wealthy people who can rest in such a small place. What's more, the situation is not good and everyone is just a chance acquaintance. Naturally, everyone will take care of their own business and not worry about other people's troubles.

Besides, no one’s money comes from the wind.

Although they felt pity for the young boy, no one was willing to be a sucker and offer themselves up to be slaughtered by the fat shopkeeper who obviously had bad intentions.

Therefore, everyone fell silent again.

"How much silver will it cost to treat the injury on your arm?" someone with strong curiosity asked.

The fat shopkeeper curled his lips and said loudly: "At least five taels of silver, no, at least ten taels of silver!"

"Tsk! If you had consulted a doctor later, the wound on your arm would have healed. You actually dared to ask for ten taels of silver. Do you think we are all fools?" Someone sneered.

"That's right. Last time I got a big cut from a pair of scissors. It was bleeding profusely, but it only cost me two hundred coins to heal it." Someone shared his experience.

A flash of panic crossed the fat shopkeeper's face, and he said guiltily, "Well, it has to be at least five taels, no less! Besides, that kid stole my steamed buns!"

"You're talking nonsense! I never stole your steamed buns!"

The young boy on the ground suddenly shouted, "I worked in your kitchen for five days. You promised to give me three steamed buns every day. Except for the first two days when you gave me steamed buns as agreed, you didn't give me any steamed buns for the next three days! I took five steamed buns from you today, so you should give me some!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall exploded again, and everyone turned to the boy to ask questions.

"Is this true?"

"Of course it's true. If it wasn't true, how could I have come out of his kitchen?"

The young boy raised his head, his dirty face filled with gloomy eyes. "If I tell a lie this time, my family will be destroyed and I will die a miserable death!"

This is a very serious statement!

The ancients valued their promises and never joked about their families, let alone such cruel words as the destruction of the family!

Since the young boy dared to say this, everyone believed it about 80%.

The fat servant was anxious and immediately shouted at the top of his voice, "This kid is lying. Don't believe his lies. His parents died a long time ago! He's the only one left!"

"You're talking nonsense! Don't curse my mother and my little sister!" The young boy stiffened his neck, his body shaking with anger.

"Stop arguing!"

A deep voice sounded, but it carried an obvious sense of pressure. Everyone looked at the handsome young man with a stern face and shut their mouths involuntarily.

Su Cheng'an looked up at the fat shopkeeper and asked, "Five taels of silver, right?"

The fat shopkeeper was stunned, but he saw the young man with a stern aura, impatiently reminding him: "Your medical expenses!"

"Oh oh oh, yes, at least five taels!" The fat shopkeeper finally reacted and responded repeatedly.

"for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden bead flew towards him, passed by the fat shopkeeper's ear, and landed on the counter behind him, shining with golden light.

"What an amazing kung fu!"

Everyone admired him in their hearts, and looked at the young man with admiration.

As if he couldn't feel everyone's gaze, the young man remained expressionless and simply said, "This is the money for your medicine."

He pointed at the young man who had picked up a gold bead earlier and asked, "Is that bead enough to buy thirty steamed buns from your family?"

The fat shopkeeper was about to say that it was not enough, but he happened to meet the young man's cold gaze. It was not fierce, but it made him shiver.

He was so frightened that he kept saying, "Enough, enough, enough. That's enough."

He was so angry that he couldn't help but kick the guy next to him and yelled, "You idiot, go and fill the buns for the noble man!"