Scumbag Chapter 180 The Real Young Master Doesn’t Care For The Crematorium Trope (2)

After a while, the children in the room gradually woke up, and some kept crying for their mothers and grandmothers. Soon, two men entered. T

After a while, the children in the room gradually woke up, and some kept crying for their mothers and grandmothers.

Soon, two men entered. They picked and chose, and then locked up the children separately in different rooms.

Fengtian had already scouted the surroundings. This was a small village where almost every household traded in children, and some even trafficked women.

‘So, this is a trash village?’

Mingting sneered.

Fengtian had gathered all the details, and knew the number of locals in the village, as well as the abducted children.

Most of the kids were locked up where Mingting was now, guarded by three men and five women.

The women were responsible for cooking and changing the children’s dirty clothes.

They would stay here for three days, and when the other villagers come back, everyone will split up to take the children to different places to sell them.

The kidnapped children were also divided into several grades.

Boys like Mingting, who is good-looking, fair-skinned, and from wealthy families, were first-class goods, fetching the highest prices.

Next were pretty girls, followed by ordinary boys.

Then the last are plain-looking girls.

Ugly boys and girls who couldn’t be sold would eventually have their limbs broken and be forced to beg on the streets, which was another source of income for the villagers.

Among this batch of children, Mingting and Miao Rui were the most outstanding in appearance, so they received the best treatment.

While the other kids only got steamed buns and pickles, they were given pancakes, egg soup, and even eggs and milk in the morning.

"This stuff is disgusting, I won’t eat it!"

Miao Rui threw the egg on the ground, throwing a tantrum.

When she saw Mingting calmly peeling his egg and taking small bites, she shouted at him angrily.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

Mingting didn't bother to pay attention to her. He finished his breakfast before politely thanking the woman who brought it, "Thank you, Auntie! The pancakes are so delicious!"

"Oh my, this kid has such a sweet mouth!" Li Fen pinched Mingting’s cheek, "Wait a minute, Auntie will make you an egg pancake, okay?"

"Okay!"

Mingting squinted his eyes and smiled sweetly.

"I like eating the egg pancakes made by Auntie the most, they are so, so tasty!"

Li Fen had never seen such a well-behaved little boy before. Mingting was especially good-looking, with long lashes, obedient and sensible… He’s the kind of child anyone would adore at first sight.

"Why are you talking to her? She’s a bad person!"

Seeing Mingting not only ignore her but also cozy up to Li Fen, Miao Rui got so mad she threw her milk carton at him.

The sharp corner of the carton hit Mingting’s head, leaving a huge swollen bump.

"Waahh..." Mingting’s eyes slowly welled up with tears before he started crying, "It huuurts..."

Li Fen was already annoyed with Miao Rui, and now that she had hurt Mingting, she slapped the girl across the face.

"What a vicious little brat! No food for you today!" Li Fen picked Mingting up and carried him out, locking the door behind her.

When the man outside saw Li Fen carrying Mingting out, she asked what happened.

"That little rich girl threw a tantrum, refused to eat, and nearly bashed his head open. If I hadn’t taken this boy out, she might’ve bullied him to death."

Since Mingting was the best-looking among the children, and they still hoped that he could be sold at a good price, they couldn’t afford to let that swollen bump linger. They quickly fetched ointment to treat it.

Mingting sat quietly as Li Fen applied the medicine.

"Auntie, it doesn’t hurt anymore! Thank you!" Mingting smiled with tears in his eyes to comfort Li Fen.

He was so sensible that it was amazing. Several men also came over to tease him, and Mingting sweetly addressed each as ‘Uncle’, his words dripping with honey.

"Honestly, this kid’s so well-behaved and articulate. I almost can’t bear to sell him, I really want to keep him as my own son."

One person said with a chuckle.

Mingting pretended not to understand what they said, raised his head and sniffed.

"Mm, smells so good!"

Seeing how sharp his nose was, Li Fen laughed.

"The kitchen’s cooking chicken and mushroom soup. Smells delicious, huh? I’ll get you a bowl later."

Mingting licked his lips and said, "I want a big chicken leg!"

"Fine, I’ll save you a drumstick."

What could a four-year-old possibly do? Especially one as obedient as Mingting. The adults didn’t bother locking him up, letting him roam the yard instead.

Li Fen was in charge of cooking today, so Mingting hovered around her.

The clay pot bubbled with fragrant chicken broth. After tasting it, Li Fen added the mushrooms.

While she stepped out to fetch firewood, Mingting tossed a handful of pretty little mushrooms into the pot.

The boiling broth quickly swallowed them up, leaving no trace.

"Red umbrella, white stem, eat together and lie on the board..."

The little boy hummed cheerfully as he hopped around. When Li Fen returned, she found him so adorable that she ruffled his hair again.

…

By the time Li Fen finished cooking, Mingting was already fast asleep on a rocking chair.

"This kid is so well-behaved." Not wanting to wake him, Li Fen carried the little boy to her room, tucked him in, and closed the door softly.

"Food’s ready! Come eat!"

Li Fen took the bowls and chopsticks and called everyone over. The other seven people came over, each serving themselves a bowl of chicken and mushroom soup.

"Nothing beats wild mushroom soup! After a few more rains, the mountains will be full of them. It's a pity that we are going out soon and won’t get to enjoy them for the time being."

"We’ll just dry the mushrooms and then come back to drink them later. This batch of goods has high-quality, the money we get from selling them is enough for you to drink a lot of mushroom soup."

The eight of them chatted and laughed as they ate, and the chicken bones were thrown all over the floor.

The fresh mushroom soup was so delicious it felt like their tongues might melt. They each had another bowl of soup, and while drinking, they discussed where to sell these dozen children.

After everyone finished eating and put down their bowls, Li Fen went to the kitchen to clean up. Suddenly, she felt dizzy and a little nauseous.

She staggered and leaned against the doorframe for support.

"Hey, does anyone else feel… weird?"

Before she could finish speaking, Li Fen saw the people in the yard and was dumbfounded.

"Woof woof woof! Where’s the dog bone? I want a big bowl..." A man crawled on all fours, sniffing around like a dog.

"Hahaha, let’s dance! Everybody dance! One, two, three, four… so many little people..." A woman flailed her limbs wildly.

"One mushroom, two mushrooms, three mushrooms… ah, they’re all mine..." Someone knelt on the ground, picking at imaginary mushrooms.

Some people even squatted on the ground, holding their heads, "Don't pick me, don't pick me, you can't see me, I am just a little mushroom, I haven't grown up yet, and I'm not delicious yet..."

Then, these people started vomiting.

Foam kept bubbling from their mouths, and Li Fen couldn't hold back, starting to vomit as well.

The courtyard was bustling with noise and excitement. Mingting lay by the window, watching their state, and couldn’t help but hum a tune.