The sewer has not been cleaned for many years. It is fishy and smelly, and there is also silt.

Qu Zheng struggled to pull the ladder and climbed up, sat at the edge of the sewer, watching his two brothers and around him find something wrong, and more than a dozen brothers who rushed over to reinforce were covered their noses and retreating.

"Which grandson stole the manhole cover? Find it out for me, and one person took off his arm."

He was a black-faced but looked at his gentle brother and snorted: "This manhole cover is always stolen. It has been more than half a year. I told Brother Zheng a while ago that you said that this is what the police station should be in charge. You are a gangster and you don't have such a big heart. Why are you in charge now?"

Another white-faced brother, but looking at the thick one, smiled and said, "This is called lice that don't grow on your head, I don't know what it means to be itchy."

Qu Zheng: "Why don't you go to set up a stall and say crosstalk? What business do with me!"

He paused: "Where is the grandson?"

"Brothers, I'm going to chase you. The truck is so big and the target is obvious. I'm sure that it's not until night to find out which bastard is causing trouble for us."

"I mean throwing my sweet potatoes that grandson."

Qu Zheng hummed and said angrily.

The white face was stunned: "Yes, I have saved Brother Zheng, so I have to thank him."

Qu Zheng: "...I'll use him to save me?"

As soon as these words were said, they were a little weak.

I was angry just now and didn't think about it, but now I think about it. It seems that if he hadn't seen Sweet Potato cover his face and subconsciously turned down and fell into the sewer, something might have really happened.

No matter how fast his legs and feet are, he can't go there faster than a car.

What's more, the person driving the truck was obviously coming for him.

"Anyway, find the person first, and I see he might know something."

Qu Zheng is a smart man with rich experience in the world. He remembered the man's actions of snatching the child's candied haws just now. He saw it later, and it seemed that he wanted to lure the child to the side, which saved the child's life.

"It's still so cheap. Such a big man, what kind of way can I do if I want to take the child away? I have to steal the candied haws!"

Meng Yifei was sitting on the edge of the road not far away, and his mind began to think about it everywhere, without thinking about walking at all.

Fortunately, Yang Yuying was a little conscious and quickly lowered the co-station, so she got up and dragged Meng Yifei's heavy body and left Han Street.

Yang Yuying has always been as light as a swallow and is flexible. She has never practiced martial arts or cultivated spiritual skills before. She is just a weak woman with no power to tie a chicken, and she has never been burdened with such a heavy burden.

Meng Yifei's body was panting after taking two steps. If he took a few more steps, he would feel like he was about to faint.

He was too lazy to even hug a child just now. Of course, if he really hugs, he might even stumble to his waist.

She tried to let Meng Yifei practice, but as soon as she absorbed the spiritual energy, she saw that the spiritual energy was going all over to the brain, her brain became clearer and her physical fitness did not improve at all.

"It's really not easy for you to grow up so old and live for so many years!"

Yang Yuying is now a little worried about Meng Yifei.

In the future, Meng Yifei will become his character card and will definitely be used. How can he achieve the virtue of three breaths in this step?

Yang Yuying hurried back to the Qu family's warehouse. She remembered it very clearly that when Shen Hong came back, the first thing that mattered to Qu Zheng was the one who was reborn, and then refused to wait for a while. When she returned from the hotel, she immediately framed Meng Yifei and beat him away.

It seemed that Shen Hong was very worried that at this moment, Meng Yifei had already had a relationship with Qu Xiaojin, the eldest daughter of the Qu family.

The Qu family runs a variety of businesses, from needles, threads, to bulk grains, and even arms and weapons. There are countless warehouses of all sizes.

The errands that Meng Yifei's family had planned for him were naturally not good errands. The warehouse she guarded was a miscellaneous warehouse, which was small and broken, and had no serious use for many years.

Since he became a warehouse administrator, he has eaten and lived here.

As soon as he pushed the door, Yang Yuying promoted the same dispatcher. Meng Yifei appeared. He carefully checked and searched, but he didn't look carefully and found two large bags of opium under his bed.

The people sent by Chen Hong to do things probably treat him as an idiot.

Last time, Chen Hong just slandered Meng Yifei for stealing, but this time he became a privately hiding opium. Everyone in the Qu family knew that Mr. Qu hated opium to be in the bones. Who dared to touch anyone under his sect? At the least, three swords and six holes, broken hands and feet, and at the worst, they were directly sinking into the sea.

Meng Yifei sat on the edge of the bed, moved his sore calves, and drank a cup of tea to slowly move.

The co-scheduling gradually decreased a little, and Yang Yuying suddenly felt that it was very troublesome. In fact, she could completely replace Meng Yifei, rush over and beat Chen Hong up, and kill Chen Hong.

Once Chen Hong dies, what else is there to be insecurity for Miss Qu’s family?

Yang Yuying had a dream.

Unfortunately, the only problem with doing this is, if it is found out, even if there is only a small chance, how should Meng Yifei deal with the Qu family's revenge?

Besides, how can physical elimination be worthy of spiritual destruction?

Chen Hong had just been reborn, and probably didn't have much sense of reality yet. He died and he didn't lose much.

After resting for a while, Meng Yifei tied two boxes of oatmeal with a rope, piled up a pile of straw on it, put it on a cart, and pushed it out of the warehouse gate and directly pushed it to the door of the Qu family's warehouse manager's house.

"Uncle Jiu."

Meng Yifei shouted slowly.

Uncle Jiu is an old man who grew up with Mr. Qu. Later, he was injured, his legs and feet were not smooth, and he was older. He ran to the warehouse to guard the warehouse and to take care of the elderly.

When Meng Yifei's family found a job for him, the relationship was that he was the niece of Uncle Jiu. Although Meng Yifei had not dealt with Uncle Jiu much, Uncle Jiu knew about his situation and was still taking good care of him.

"What's up?"

Uncle Jiu was drinking, a plate of peanuts and a bowl of rice wine, and an old man in the room was squeaking and singing "The Empty City Plan".

Hearing the sound, Uncle Jiu waved his hand and stopped moving.

When the old man pushed the door, he was surprised to see that Meng Yifei had come.

On weekdays, Meng Yifei doesn’t like to meet people or talk, that’s just a dull man. He sees that the warehouse has been there for several months, and he can count what he said to Uncle Jiu with a slap.

Pushing the cart to Uncle Jiu, Meng Yifei said with a stern face and said clearly: "I order goods today, and I don't know what it is."

Uncle Jiu couldn't help but feel a little happy when he heard his normal speaking: "Boy Meng, I knew you were not stupid. How could you be stupid with such a bright young man?"

Otherwise, appearance is extremely important.

In the past few months, Uncle Jiu has taken great care of Meng Yifei. Everyone said that he had a problem with his brain and his hands and feet were not flexible, but he still asked Meng Yifei to be the gatekeeper of the warehouse safely.

Why? It is because Meng Yifei is good-looking. He was a little thin, but his eyebrows were clear and beautiful, his face was a little pale, and he had very good skin, and his eyes were a bit special, not like an adult, but he looked like a newborn baby.

He has such a good look, even his parents thought he was disabled, so he raised him so hard over the years.

If it was a peaceful era, there was nothing to say. Even if the child had some problems, he would probably be reluctant to give up.

But what is the world now? In the past few years, wars are fought every day, this year, this year, next year, flooding, and the people live like they are in Coptis chinensis. Many families cannot raise their children. Like those with disabilities, even those who are kind-hearted people drowned directly, they are countless.

Uncle Jiu looked up and down at Meng Yifei, nodded and stood up, walked over and lifted the weeds on the cart. After a closer look, it changed color immediately: "Where did it come from!?"

He stared at the two boxes of tobacco, gasped for a few breaths, and turned around in place for a few times, "Come in and talk carefully, what's going on!"

Meng Yifei's expression remained unchanged, and he was not anxious. He just said slowly: "Today I will check the goods in the warehouse. These two boxes have not been registered and recorded."

After pausing, he looked up again and stared at Uncle Jiu and said lightly: "I order goods every seven days. The last time I counted them, the inventory of elm wood is fifty square, camphor wood is fifty square, cotton yarn thirteen boxes, old water truck, fifteen spinning wheels, twenty-seven boxes of waste newspapers and books, and two sacks of old clothes, hats, leather bags."

"In seven days, there were eleven people entering and leaving the warehouse when I was on duty, Brother Huazi, Brother Mang, Wang Tian, ​​Senior 2, Brother Hammer..."

After that, Meng Yifei actually described everyone, when they came in, when they went out, whether they came by car or horse, what they came, what they took away, and what they did, and what they did.

Uncle Jiu almost forgot about the two boxes of tobacco on the ground. He really felt that this kid was really a talented person.

“None of these works.”

After Meng Yifei finished speaking, he lowered his head and said nothing.

Uncle Jiu smiled and said, "Why is it useless? Just looking at your absence, whoever has entered and exited the warehouse will know which ball player dares to get involved in such a conscience."

He is an old man. When he saw Meng Yifei so responsible, he knew that when he was there, no one could do anything.

"check!"

Uncle Jiu was about to go out immediately, but Meng Yifei stopped him gently, "Don't say anything, someone will come again."

“So too.”

Uncle Jiu naturally wouldn't have thought that someone was going to frame Meng Yifei.

A fool who guards the warehouse, doesn't even say a word every day, who will be idle and target him?

If there is really a conspiracy, Uncle Jiu probably thinks it is targeting him.

Meng Yifei handed the opium to Uncle Jiu, and then safely returned to the warehouse, sat on a chair and looked through various newspapers and books.

Yang Yuying: In the last life, Shen Hong was easily framed. If he didn't say anything, he would still not let you tell me. Uncle Jiu can save you?

After asking, she also went to find the answer.

Now it is no better than the last time. The last time because Qu Zheng was seriously injured, everyone was focused on Qu Zheng. Even Uncle Jiu only learned about it after Meng Yifei had been driven away for a long time.

That day, as soon as the light was lit, four people came in outside.

Meng Yifei stood up slowly and spread out the book to register. Dawu, led by these four people, sneered a few times as soon as he came in, walked over with big strides, and leaned directly under Meng Yifei's bed.

The other three people inadvertently surrounded Meng Yifei to prevent him from running away.

However, Dawu gradually changed his face, lay down, looked under the bed for a while, stood up suddenly, rushed over and grabbed Meng Yifei's collar, and pushed the person to the wall, and furious: "Where is the thing? Where? You bastard, do you know who it belongs to?"

He was so panicked that he had long forgotten the script he had rehearsed. Although he framed Meng Yifei with those things, he could not lose things, and they were all valuable things.

Meng Yifei raised his eyebrows gently: "What?"
To be continued...