Scumbag Chapter 181 The Real Young Master Doesn’t Care For The Crematorium Trope (3)

By the time the villagers noticed something unusual about the small courtyard, it was already evening. They arrived too late, and the eight

By the time the villagers noticed something unusual about the small courtyard, it was already evening.

They arrived too late, and the eight of them had long stopped breathing.

A man called Uncle Sun, seeing the situation, stomped his foot in anger.

"Eat, eat, eat! Did you all eat yourselves to death? Couldn’t resist a bite of mushrooms, huh? Who picked those mushrooms? Which damn fool was it?!"

Scolding them now was useless. Uncle Sun had no choice but to make a few calls, ordering several coffins from the town.

After cleaning up the eight bodies and changing their clothes, they were placed inside.

"Look at this! This is what happens when you’re greedy!"

Uncle Sun pointed at the coffinsand warned the villagers present.

"Couldn’t resist stuffing your faces, and now you’ve lost your lives. All of you, remember this well! We’ve got important business to handle lately… don’t act like starving cats and throw your lives away!"

No one took Uncle Sun’s words to heart.

Every year, there were cases of people dying from eating poisonous mushrooms. They just had bad luck, that’s all.

Apart from a few family members wailing in grief, the others didn’t feel particularly affected. Some even secretly rejoiced, after all, with fewer people, the share of money would be bigger.

The children were moved to another house, and the village held a funeral for three days. Those who had been away also returned.

Originally, they were supposed to take the children to different places in the next couple of days, but the funeral delayed things.

In the morning, everyone worked together to bury the dead on the mountain. At noon, they gathered again to prepare a meal.

The women cooked while the men discussed where to go this time. Uncle Sun assigned tasks on the spot, like who would take how many children, which routes to take, what prices to sell for...

The bump on Mingting’s head hadn’t gone down yet, so a middle-aged woman applied ointment for him and even gave him a piece of fried fish to eat.

"Delicious! Thank you, Auntie!"

Mingting sat obediently on a small stool, nibbling at the fried fish in small bites.

Over the past few days, the other children had been crying and throwing tantrums, while Mingting remained quiet and well-behaved.

On top of that, he had a sweet mouth, calling this one ‘Grandma’ and that one ‘Uncle’, which made him quite likable.

Two of them even started considering keeping him as their own son, but Uncle Sun scolded them harshly.

"Such a pretty littleboy can be sold for at least 20,000 yuan. With 20,000 yuan, you could renovate your house. You still want a son?"

Uncle Sun had a hooked nose and was thin as a rail. After his scolding, the two didn’t dare say anything more, though they still eyed Mingting greedily, thinking how nice it would be if such a well-behaved child were theirs.

In the kitchen, several women bustled about. Mingting ate his fish quietly and even helped pass firewood when needed.

"I really like this kid! Hey, Granny Cao, tell them later to sell him to a good family. Find him some decent parents and don’t let the poor thing suffer."

"Don’t worry, this kid will definitely be sold to a wealthy family."

The women knew Mingting was too young to understand, so they didn’t bother hiding their words around him.

Later, a woman came in carrying a basket of mushrooms. When the others saw it, they quickly told her to hide it.

"Don't let Uncle Sun see it, or he’ll scold us again. Uncle Sun said that we can't eat mushrooms today."

"What can't we eat? My husband really likes to drink mushroom soup. They’re leaving tomorrow, and who knows when they’ll be back. How could I not fulfill such a small request?"

The woman handed the basket to Granny Cao.

"Granny, look, everything I picked is edible. I grew up in the mountains. Don’t I know which mushrooms are safe? Look how fresh these are! They’ll make a delicious soup!"

Granny Cao dumped out the mushrooms and inspected each one carefully. They were all safe to eat, no problem.

"Okay, stir-fry a few plates of mushrooms and make some soup."

Mingting tilted his head and stared at the mushrooms, as if he was very curious.

Granny Cao crouched down with the mushrooms and taught Mingting how to identify them, "These are chanterelles, these are red mushrooms..."

Mingting repeated after Granny Cao a couple of times and remembered them all, which made Granny Cao happy and praised him for being smart.

There were many children abducted this time. According to the custom of the village, they had to eat together before going out to distribute the ‘goods’.

There were more than 40 people in total, so the stoves in this house weren’t enough. They even set up a few temporary brick stoves.

The men drank tea and smoked outside in the courtyard, while the women stir-fried and stewed over the fires.

Mingting wandered around, sometimes watching one woman fry vegetables, sometimes hovering near a pot, making ‘gurgle gurgle’ noises along with the boiling soup.

He was small, so no one would pay much attention to him, and he kept throwing beautiful mushrooms into the soup pot.

The cooking women liked to feed him bites while dishing out the food.

Mingting puffed his cheeks, chewing while blowing to cool the food, looking like a little squirrel.

When Uncle Sun arrived and saw Mingting constantly eating around the women, he frowned.

"It’s almost time to eat. Why haven’t you locked him up yet?"

"Got it! No need to be so harsh… you’re scaring the kid." Granny Cao fished a chicken leg out of the mushroom soup, put it in a bowl, and took Mingting back to his room.

"Eat up. Chicken legs are delicious." Granny Cao patted Mingting’s head, "If you want more, Grandma will bring you more later."

Once the door was locked, Mingting wiped his mouth and didn't even look at the chicken leg in the bowl.

He didn't dare to eat the chicken leg cooked with the red umbrella mushrooms.

Although he had eaten a lot of foods given by those women before, he’d only picked dishes without mushrooms.

As for the red umbrella ones, he’ll gift them to these human traffickers!

Miao Rui had been glaring at Mingting angrily ever since he came in.

For the past few days, no matter how much she cried or screamed herself hoarse, no one paid her any attention.

On the contrary, Mingting was adored by both men and women. Not only could he play freely in the yard, but he also got to eat delicious food.

"I want the chicken leg!" When Miao Rui saw the big chicken leg steaming in the bowl, she swallowed her saliva. Then, she walked up to Mingting and glared at him.

"That chicken leg is mine! You can't have it."

"It's mine." Mingting hugged the bowl tightly.

Though he didn’t like the Female Lead, the other party was just a child right now, so there was no point in arguing with a kid.

Besides, the chicken leg was poisoned. What if something happened to Miao Rui if she ate it? This place was remote, and children had weaker immune systems. If she really ate it, it could be fatal.