Chapter 848

Anyway, the monk lost his temper after being told by Li Dazui.

But Li Dazui's one-table-one-daoguo deal is really too cheating, it's a robbery.

"A fruit?"

"Li Dazui, you only sell one or two fruits for a bowl of noodles, and we are looking at a table, but you want to charge one fruit. Isn't it obvious that you are robbing!"

The monk yelled at Li Dazui dissatisfied.

Li Dazui slammed the cigarette stick in his hand on the noodle stall, and sternly said: "I will ask you, do you want to do this business? If you want to do it, bring the fruit, if you don't do it, go as far away as possible How far away!"

Of course, this group of monks would not do such a deceitful business, so they rolled their eyes and harsh words at Li Dazui, and then they cursed and withdrew.

After the group of people completely disappeared into the crowd, Li Dazui said angrily: "Damn girl, come out!"

As soon as his voice fell, the little beggar who was hiding under Zhou Hao's table stood up with a sullen face, and then walked to Li Dazui, showing his courtesy.

While skillfully adding crushed tobacco leaves to Li Dazui's tobacco rod, she said sweetly to him with a smile on her face: "Uncle Dazui, your business here is booming today, it must be a lot of money!"

"By the way, I have nothing to do today, so I'll help you clear the table and wash the dishes for free!"

After she finished saying this sentence, she turned her head to look at Zhou Hao who had almost finished eating the noodles, and then made a snoring motion of raising her hand, which meant to imply that Zhou Hao finished eating quickly so that she could clean up.

Zhou Hao understood immediately, so he ate the last bit of noodles in the bowl with two snorts.

Seeing this, the little beggar's eyes lit up immediately, and after adding tobacco leaves to Li Dazui, he was about to run over to Zhou Hao's table to clean up the table.

Unexpectedly, Li Dazui yelled and stopped.

Li Dazui called the little beggar to his side, and then severely reprimanded him: "Stretch out your hand."

The little beggar had a frightened expression on his face, he was reluctant to stretch out his hand, and looked at Zhou Hao pitifully.

Zhou Hao chose to ignore it and continued drinking the noodle soup.

Then Li Dazui might be the relative of the little beggar, this is someone else's family matter, and it's not his turn to intervene.

"Hand out!" Li Dazui snarled again, and his face became fierce. The little beggar was so frightened on the spot that he bowed his head and whimpered, as if he was about to cry.

The little beggar stretched out his hand obediently, still trembling, and then looked at Li Dazui with a pair of big watery eyes.

Li Dazui pulled her hand out with one hand, and said: "You didn't learn well at such a young age, but you want to learn how to steal. I will teach you a lesson today and smash your hand!"

As he spoke, he waved the cigarette stick in his hand and hit the little beggar's small and tender palm hard.

Slap!

Slap!

...

Li Dazui hated iron for being weak, so he didn't save his strength at all, beating the little beggar until his hands were bleeding.

The little beggar burst into tears, yelling again and again: "Uncle Dazui, Xiaodi doesn't dare, Xiaodi knows it's wrong, don't hit me."

"You are a thing that has been taught repeatedly, every time you admit your mistake, don't you learn to be bad again?"

Li Dazui swung the cigarette rod more vigorously: "Today, I just break your hand, so that you can't learn to steal!"

After finishing speaking, he really tried harder. The sound of the cigarette stick hitting the little beggar's palm even pierced Zhou Hao's heart, and made the monks passing by all look sideways.