Princess, I am really a good person

Chapter 79 You think I’m easy to bully, right?
  A gust of cold wind blew by, and Zhou Mingyi got up shivering. He was sleeping on a bench at the bus stop. At this time, the sky was dim and the dew wet his clothes.

Last night, he found a small river to wash away the blood on his face. Then he walked out of the village and found this bus stop. He planned to take the early morning bus to the nearest city and at least buy some suitable clothes to wear first.

After his body became smaller, the short bench at the bus stop was just enough for him to sleep on, and with the enlarged clothes, he was still tired and could sleep for a while.

I looked at my watch and it was already eight o'clock. Now it looks like the sky is just before six o'clock. Maybe the time is not correct.
  "Isn't this platform going to be useless?" he thought to himself.

The license plate next to it was upside down, and there was a vague place name on it: Pingtupo Village.

After yawning, the sound of roosters crow came from the village not far away.

Before the bus came, I heard the sound of a tractor coming.

An old man drove a tractor and pulled a cart of bricks over.

Seeing him sitting there, the old man stopped and shouted to him:
  "Son, where do you belong? Why are you sitting here so early in the morning?"

"I came from somewhere else and wanted to take a bus to the city." Zhou Mingyi said.

"Then what are you waiting for here? No traffic has come to this platform in two years." The uncle shouted.

"Ah, really?" Zhou Mingyi looked at the fallen station sign.

"I'll take you there. I'm going to the town. When you get to the town, you can take the bus." The uncle said.

Zhou Mingyi thought for a while, said thank you to grandpa, got on the tractor and sat on the pile of bricks.

The black smoke coming out of the front of the tractor carries a strong smell of diesel and mixes with the cool morning wind. This scene reminds Zhou Mingyi of when he was a child and followed his father to hitchhike to town. At that time, they were also riding on a tractor.

Along the way, the old man chattered at him at the top of his lungs despite the chugging sound of the tractor.

"Baby, you didn't run out after a quarrel at home, did you? You are so dirty and the clothes are like those worn by your father."

Zhou Mingyi could only say nice things about this, saying that he just ran here to play with friends and forgot to go home at night. He was going back to his home in the city now.

It was already bright when we arrived at the town, so the uncle put him on the side of the road and drove away on the tractor.

After waving goodbye to this kind uncle, Zhou Mingyi felt a little hungry.

The morning market in the town was bustling with people selling vegetables, people going to the market, and people going to work and going to school. The street was crowded. The steamers of the breakfast shops on the street were billowing white smoke, and the fronts of the shops were crowded with people.

Zhou Mingyi took out his wallet and counted it. Including the change coins, the total was 3,567 yuan coins. Considering the time he would have to stay in this time and space, he would use it sparingly at first.

Walking on the street, many people looked at him because of his loose clothing.

Passing by a steamed bun shop, the owner of the store shouted loudly while packing steamed buns:

"The meat buns come one piece at a time!"

Looking at the big white fat buns stacked on the steamer of the bun shop, smelling the fragrance of flour, the hunger in my stomach became stronger. I swallowed and took out three coins.

There were a lot of people, so the shopkeeper took away the coins in his hand without even looking, and then put three buns in paper bags into his hand.

I grabbed the hot bun and took a bite. The meat juice flowed down the corner of my mouth. The filling was made of pure pork, mixed with scallions and diced carrots, and I chewed two mouthfuls full of meaty aroma.

"It would be nice if I could add some spicy food." Zhou Mingyi thought while eating.

As soon as he finished eating a bun, he felt someone staring at him. He turned around and saw a little girl carrying a schoolbag not far away, who looked like six or seven years old, staring at the meat bun in his hand.

"This little girl is too dirty," Zhou Mingyi thought first. She was wearing a coat and trousers that looked like they hadn't been washed in several years. Her long black hair covered half of her face and was all dirty. It was lumpy, and his face was also dark, as if he had never taken a shower.

It can also be seen that she is very thin, her arms are like bamboo poles, which is caused by malnutrition.

As if she noticed that her gaze was noticed, she lowered her head shyly and started to leave.

Zhou Mingyi took out a bun and handed it to her.

"Please, you look like you're about to starve to death," he said.

The thin face covered by bangs raised his head in surprise and looked at Zhou Mingyi.

"Take it." She then took the bun, lowered her head and whispered thank you before leaving.

Zhou Mingyi took out the remaining buns from the paper bag and was about to bite into them when an aunt wearing a headscarf next to him suddenly rushed over and snatched it away from him.

Seeing the aunt running away, Zhou Mingyi looked confused, and then immediately jumped up.

"Grandma, you dare to steal my buns?"

He stretched out his hand to hold the aunt's feet in vain, and she was pulled by the power of telepathy and fell to the ground.

"You're so shameless, you're still robbing children for food at such an old age, right?"

Zhou Mingyi stepped forward angrily. When the aunt saw him coming, she hurriedly sat on the ground and stuffed the bun into her mouth.

Before Zhou Mingyi could say anything, she said vaguely: "Do you want buns? If you want, I'll give them to you."

Then she took out a bun from her pocket and stuffed it into Zhou Mingyi's hand.

"Do you still want it? I want more, auntie."

Zhou Mingyi was stunned for a moment while holding the bun, and then he understood what was going on.

Why are there still people using such an old routine?
  He laughed dryly at the corner of his mouth and smashed the bun in his hand into the other person's face.

"Fuck you uncle, I want my own!"

"You kid! You're so rude!" The aunt panted and climbed up while giving hints behind him.

Zhou Mingyi noticed without looking back that a van was slowly coming towards him.

"How come you were targeted by Mrs. Ya when you first arrived?" He thought helplessly.

Is it because I look so easy to bully?
  "Let's go! Come home with me! Your mother is so anxious at home!" The aunt said and took Zhou Mingyi's arm.

But she found that no matter how hard she pulled, the child in front of her remained motionless, as if his heels were nailed to the ground.

She turned around in surprise and found that the other party was still looking at her with a smile, pointing at the approaching van and asking:

"The person in that car was your accomplice?"

"Hurry up and call the police. This is almost going to kill someone."

"What's going on, a group fight so early in the morning?"

"I don't know. I saw those two people getting out of the car, and then they were beaten by that kid. Oh my God, he was so capable. The driver wanted to escape, but in the end, he was beaten out of the car. Drag him down and beat him up."

"Is he the only one? Beat up all four of them?"

Zhou Mingyi grabbed the collar of the man in the yellow jacket. Three minutes ago, he got out of the car aggressively and wanted to carry Zhou Mingyi into the car. But now his face was covered with blood, his nose was crooked, and he couldn't even murmur anything. It's not easy to say.

"You know? I like beating beasts like you the most, because it doesn't have any psychological burden." He said to the man with a smile,
  "Woo... Wu..." The other person said vaguely with blood in his mouth.

"What did you say?" Zhou Mingyi leaned forward.

"Spare...spare my life...I was wrong...spare my life..." the man whimpered.

"What? Are you still not convinced? Okay!"

Zhou Mingyi raised his small but bloody fist and punched the opponent's left eye socket.

"What are you doing! Stop! You."

A man in uniform rushed into the crowd with a security team. He had just received a report that a fight had occurred here and rushed over with his team immediately.

But when they arrived at the scene, they saw three adults with their faces covered in blood fainting and dying on the road, and then a little boy of seven or eight years old, pulling his collar and punching him.

This made the captain, who has been in the industry for more than ten years, confused. This was the first time he had seen this scene.
  [I’ve been free recently, so I’m thinking of saving a few drafts and updating them at a different time in the world.]

(End of this chapter)