Scumbag Chapter 182 The Real Young Master Doesn’t Care For The Crematorium Trope (4)

"I want it! Give it to me!" Seeing how protective Mingting was of the food, Miao Rui got so angry she tried to hit him. Earlier, when she’d

"I want it! Give it to me!"

Seeing how protective Mingting was of the food, Miao Rui got so angry she tried to hit him.

Earlier, when she’d thrown the milk carton at him, Mingting had let it happen on purpose so that Li Fen would take him outside.

But now, he wasn’t going to indulge her.

Mingting darted around the room, and no matter how hard Miao Rui chased him, she couldn’t catch him. Instead, she was exhausted.

"I’ll tell my dad to beat you up!" Miao Rui stomped her foot, her eyes red with anger.

‘Tsk, this again.’ Mingting was speechless.

In the original timeline, Miao Rui would ask her father to come forward and solve every problem for her.

Whether it was throwing a tantrum to break off her engagement with the male lead, using marriage as leverage to force him into donating bone marrow, or even emotionally blackmailing him into giving up a kidney after marriage...

Anyway, as long as there was a problem that she couldn't solve, she would go to her father, and her father would do it for her beautifully.

And because of Miao Rui’s traumatic experience of being trafficked, Miao Family spoiled her rotten.

There was nothing wrong with doting on his own daughter, but Mingting would not tolerate her if she wanted to blackmail him.

Mingting threw the chicken leg on the ground and stomped on it a few times. When it was covered with dust, he picked it up and handed it to Miao Rui.

"Here, eat up!" Mingting grinned, "You want to eat a big chicken leg, don't you? I’ve added some extra seasoning for you… it’ll taste even better now!"

Looking at the once-delicious drumstick now covered in dust and grime, Miao Rui burst into loud, angry sobs.

"I’ll tell my dad to beat you to death! Beat you!"

Miao Rui couldn't say anything else except this sentence.

Hearing the crying inside, someone came to check. The moment the door opened, Mingting’s tears started falling.

When Granny Cao came in, she saw Miao Rui wailing at the top of her lungs, but she ignored her. Instead, she went straight to Mingting.

Seeing the little boy silently crying, his fair cheeks streaked with tears, she immediately asked what happened.

"She wanted the chicken leg, but I didn't give it to her, so she threw it on the ground."

Mingting clutched the chicken leg, looking utterly wronged. His quiet sniffles were far more convincing than Miao Rui’s dramatic bawling.

Before 2000, chicken legs were a luxury in rural areas, and Granny Cao had only given Mingting one because she favored him.

Now, seeing Miao Rui waste food like this, Granny Cao was furious. If it weren’t for the fact that the children were to be sold tomorrow, and couldn’t be injured or sick, she would’ve hit Miao Rui a few times.

"Come with me. Let’s ignore her."

Granny Cao led Mingting out, but before leaving, she snapped at Miao Rui.

"Shut your mouth! Keep crying and I’ll hit you!" Granny Cao threatened, and Miao Rui immediately covered her mouth in fear.

As he walked out, Mingting turned back and flashed Miao Rui a grin, ‘Heh, kid, you’re no match for me!’

Seeing Mingting’s smug smile, Miao Rui nearly exploded with rage.

Granny Cao locked the door and took Mingting to the next room, even scooping him a small bowl of rice and some side dishes, "Eat up, be good."

She didn’t close the door when she left, but Mingting had no intention of touching the poisoned food. He climbed onto the bed, sat cross-legged, and began meditating.

Outside, the atmosphere was very lively. At first, Uncle Sun had been furious when he saw all the mushrooms, after all, he had specifically forbidden them, especially after what had just happened. But these women just wouldn’t learn.

It wasn’t until Granny Cao reassured him that they’d fed Mingting some first while cooking and he was perfectly fine that Uncle Sun finally dropped it.

"If you’re going to test it, at least use one of the ugly girls. If it’s poisoned, who cares if one ugly brat dies? But if that pretty little boy kicks the bucket, we’ll lose tens of thousands!"

Uncle Sun picked up a piece of mushroom and stuffed it into his mouth.

Everyone ate, drank and chatted for more than half an hour, and suddenly, someone started foaming.

"What's going on..."

Uncle Sun's tongue had gone numb, let alone the younger men and women.

They had eaten quickly and in large quantities. Some started ‘swimming’ on the ground, others claimed to see fireworks in the sky. One person stared at the floor, insisting there was a dragon in the water. A few jumped around wildly, while others vomited white foam all over the place...

In short, the courtyard had turned into a scene of utter chaos.

[Boss, are we going to send the whole village to lie on the board this time?] Fengtian asked.

[If dozens of villagers kicked the bucket all at once, wouldn’t that cause major trouble?]

"In half an hour, I’ll call the cops and get them a pair of silver bracelets… I’ll let them enjoy some state-sponsored meals." Mingting walked out of the house and fished out a set of keys from the pocket of a man who was currently humping a tree.

This man was the owner of a small grocery store at the entrance of the village. His shop had a telephone that could connect to the outside world.

"Eat, have an umbrella, and the whole village will lie on the board..."

Mingting skipped along, humming a tune as he made his way to the store.

Timing it just right, he first dialed the police, then had Fengtian look up the numbers for the provincial newspaper and city TV station, calling them as well.

The police and the provincial newspaper received reports about child trafficking, while the city TV station got a tip about a village where over forty people had been poisoned by mushrooms.

Fortunately, he had learned voice mimicry from Le Qing in the Cultivation World, so Mingting used a sweet girl's voice to make calls, and no one knew the true identity of the person who called the police.

Soon, all three parties dispatched people to the scene.

After finishing his tasks, Mingting wiped off the fingerprints on the keys and the phone, erasing all traces.

He returned to the courtyard, found a tape recorder inside the house, inserted a cassette, and used his voice mimicry skills to record a cheerful rendition of ‘Red Umbrellas, White Stems’, placing it in a conspicuous spot. (T/N: It’s  a popular children’s song on the Chinese’s Internet that describes poisonous mushrooms.)

The rest of the things will be left to the adults. After all, he was just a 4-year-old child, so what could he do?

Mingting dusted himself off, found a donkey in a nearby pen, fitted it with a saddle, and climbed onto its back using a stone roller as a stepping stool.

"Let's go!"

Brandishing a small whip, Mingting smacked the donkey’s rear and rode off.

[Boss, aren’t you going back with the police?]

Fengtian perched on the donkey’s head.

"Nope." Mingting shook his head. Going to the police station would only mean being sent back to the Lu Family.

The wish-maker had long lost all affection for the Lu Family, and his heart was already dead. Mingting had no fondness for them either, so he had no intention of returning!

[But this place is in the middle of nowhere. What’s a little kid like you going to do?] Fengtian was a little worried about Ming Ting. Although its Boss was very powerful, he was still just a four-year-old child now.

"You don’t get it. Right now, the scary thing isn’t the mountain roads or wild beasts… it’s people."

It's normal for wild beasts to appear in the wilderness, and Mingting wasn’t afraid of that. But if a person suddenly popped up, they might be a bad guy.

Mingting jolted along on the donkey’s back.

There were a lot of fruits and vegetables in his space, so he casually plucked a crisp cucumber and began munching on it.