Siheyuan: I Just Can't Swallow This Breath

In the alleys of Forty-Nine City, a boy and a half, holding a dustpan in his arms as if he were carrying golden lumps, ran all over the street, running as if the soles of his feet were greased. The two bandits behind him, with their business in hand, were chasing after him for the dozens of big meat buns that were hot in the dustpan. These two boys are quite worthless. They don't want to steal the gold and silver, but they are eyeing this stutterer!