Where can a cripple run?
The wooden door of the ruined temple was kicked open.
Ye Wuying walked in holding an oil-paper umbrella, followed by three guards with long swords hanging from their waists.
He was wearing a sapphire blue brocade robe, with a crystal clear jade pendant hanging around his waist. The jade pendant jingled as he walked.
"Hey, are you still alive?"
Ye Wuying glanced at Zhao Jiaqi who was huddled in the corner, and the corner of his mouth curved with contempt, "Life is quite tough."
Zhao Jiaqi said nothing.
Ye Wuying walked up to him, looked down at the half moldy bun, and raised his feet - "Pop!"
The steamed bun was trampled to pieces, and the crumbs mixed with rain splashed on Zhao Jiaqi's face.
"The cleaning fee of ten taels per month was not paid last month, right?"
Ye Wuying took out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms and waved it in front of Zhao Jiaqi, "The rules of the Ye family are that the waste from the sidelines must turn in ten taels of silver every month.
No money? "
He threw the paper on the ground and pointed at his crotch.
"Pull under my crotch, one copper is missing."
The old beggar rushed in from outside, "Manager Ye, Jiaqi has limited legs and feet, can you be accommodating...
…"
Before he finished speaking, a guard kicked the old beggar in the chest.
"Bang!"
The old beggar flew out and hit the pillar of the ruined temple, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Old Li!"
Zhao Jiaqi finally moved. He struggled to get up, but his right leg failed and he fell to the ground.
