Reborn as a Landlord-Chapter 165 - 83: Shen Family’s Bad Boy_1

Chapter 165: Chapter 83: Shen Family’s Bad Boy_1
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Lian Manman heard a duck-voiced man said such words, feeling even more anxious, she hurriedly squeezed into the crowd.
Lian Zhizhi was holding the peanut basket tightly in her arms, while Xiao Qi was being lifted off the ground by the collar by a man in cotton and silk clothes, with a hunched back, his heels barely touching the ground, his little face red from being choked. Wu Lang was struggling with Tuozi to save Xiao Qi.
"Let go of my brother," Wu Lang’s eyebrows were almost standing straight. He was only twelve years old and not very sturdy, but having worked in the fields since he was young, he had strength. The man was pulled by him and was forced to let go of Xiao Qi.
"Xiao Qi, go to your sister," Wu Lang fought with the hunchbacked man while telling Xiao Qi. Although he was younger than Lian Zhizhi, he considered himself the biggest man in the family next to Lian Shouxin. He was responsible not only for protecting his younger siblings but also for protecting his older sister, Lian Zhizhi.
"You little brat, you’ve got some nerve, I’ll beat you to death today," the hunchbacked man said through clenched teeth, obviously in pain, the very man who had spoken earlier.
"Old Xia, a lesson is enough, we of the Shen Family are people with status, it wouldn’t look good if someone got killed," these words were spoken in a strange tone, clearly hinting that even if someone were killed, it wouldn’t be a big deal.
This sentence was said by a man standing behind Tuozi. This man looked no more than in his early twenties, of short stature, with a thin face, wearing a crow-green Hang Duan Zhi Zhuang, with a paper fan in one hand, shaking it trying to look carefree.
"Sixth Master, please be kind," Tuozi called out loudly.
Seeing Tuozi had subdued Wu Lang, the young man grinned and moved towards Lian Zhizhi.
"Young lady, how old are you? You’re not bad-looking, just a bit skinny," the young man drawled, his already slightly slanted eyes leering at Lian Zhizhi, looking incredibly sleazy.
Lian Zhizhi’s lips were tightly pursed, she was angry, embarrassed, and anxious; she had never met someone like this before, those eyes made her feel sticky and disgustingly uncomfortable.
Seeing Lian Zhizhi’s reaction, the young man became even more smug.
"Holding those peanuts so tightly, do you want me to reach inside your arms?" the young man reached out, trying to touch Lian Zhizhi’s hands.
"This esteemed gentleman, this esteemed gentleman," an old man from a nearby stall came over with a smile, blocking the young man, "You are a man of great tolerance, and these kids didn’t know any better."
"I’m telling you, girl, listen to me, just give those peanuts to the gentleman," the old man said, keeping the young man at bay while turning back to Lian Zhizhi.
That basket of peanuts, they had dug out one by one from the ground, toiled to boil and dry. After selling some, there were still over six pounds left, which could be sold for over a hundred Wen Money. A hundred Wen Money could add quite a bit to their household.
But on the other side, Wu Lang ultimately could not beat an adult man. Should she just give them the peanuts and be done with it?
"Sis, we worked hard for these peanuts, why should we give them away for nothing? No way, I refuse to believe that there is no justice left," Wu Lang fought with Tuozi while shouting loudly.
Lian Zhizhi was still somewhat hesitant, but the young man grew impatient first.
"You old meddler, mind your own business and step aside," the young man roughly pushed the old man to the ground, leering as he reached for Lian Zhizhi.
Lian Manman squeezed through the crowd and what she saw was just this scene, feeling both heartache and anger. She had been away for such a short while, and already bullies had come to harass them.
Lian Manman quickly surveyed the battlefield. Wu Lang was in a tight spot, but with Xiao Qi helping, they could still hold on for a while. The critical situation was on Lian Zhizhi’s side. Wu Lang could take a couple of punches without much harm, but if the fourteen-year-old Lian Zhizhi was taken advantage of by that slant-eyed man, the consequences would be terrible.
Lian Manman, holding her empty basket, lunged towards the back of the slant-eyed man. The young man’s eyes were fixated on Lian Zhizhi and did not notice Lian Manman charging at him. When Lian Manman neared him, she spotted a carrying pole on a nearby stall selling water, instantly dropped her basket, grabbed the pole, and swung it at the slant-eyed man’s knee pit.
Children from rural families had to cook and work in the fields alongside the adults. Lian Manman had been busy and exhausted these days, but her strength had grown. She put all her energy into the swing of the carrying pole, picking a tricky angle, and the slant-eyed man yelped in pain and knelt to the ground.