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  There is a way.

  Jiang Xi stroked the soft and fluffy leaves with her palm, waiting for the lead-printed words to continue.

  "Owe one hundred, repay two hundred."

  Jiang Xi has a bit of a toothache.

  Popularity is an intangible thing that can't be seen or touched, how did she manage to get so many people's liking? She isn't even a renminbi (RMB), yet everyone loves her.

  In my past life, I was trapped in a mountain valley where birds don't even shit for many years. The rivers and streams didn't have a single rope to hang myself with, all because I believed in the iron law of "the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridgehead". At this time, I also had many debts but wasn't worried, just thinking about escaping from this den of thieves first.

  The soft snoring sound of Sun Ting by his ear was annoying, Jiang Xi turned over and silently closed his eyes.

  Conscience...

  Conscience is something that can be lessened a little at a time.

  Jiang Xi didn't want to look at Sun Ting's face, but somehow her heart felt heavy as if it was tied to a stone, making her pant uncontrollably.

  Jiang Xi turned over again.

  The sound of playing cards outside the hall is intermittent. For these beggars, except for the work of negotiating with the next house every half month, most of the time is spent doing nothing.

  The effect of the anesthetic gradually took hold, Jiang Xi slightly closed his eyes, silently thinking about his worries. Before he fell asleep, the large gate was pushed open from outside with a "creak", and a black shadow stumbled in heavily, accompanied by a scolding voice, and fell onto the grass mat beside Jiang Xi.

  Jiang Xi suddenly opened his eyes.

  It was late at night, with only a faint glimmer of light shining through the crack in the door.

  The black shadow just now had shrunk into a ball, his body slightly trembling, if not for the heavy breathing that still showed signs of life, he would have been no different from a dead person.

  Even if they ate "added material" porridge, several children were still awakened by the commotion.

  They habitually glanced over at the riverbank and then turned over and continued sleeping.

  In this place where dawn and dusk are not guaranteed, no one has any extra kindness to spare for others - even the children, who are still pure and innocent, have been prematurely matured by fear and anxiety.

  Logically, in the darkness of Jiang Xi's past decade or so, this memory should be too insignificant to be remembered, but she found that she remembered it very clearly.

  She was very clear that the one who had been pushed forward was a boy of about ten years old, who should still be in junior high school, with a delicate and beautiful face like a doll, but with an extremely arrogant temperament, disobedient and often called out by those rascals to be taught alone.

  Needless to say, this kid must have been beaten up again outside and probably can't move for several days.

  Jiang Xi suppressed that pitifully small conscience of his and was just about to close his eyes again when a familiar musky scent wafted up to the tip of his nose.

  If she were still the naive high school student from her past life, she probably wouldn't be able to smell this kind of thing. But Jiang Xi wasn't that person anymore. After going through those dark days, she knew all too well what this was.

  This is the source of all evil, it is the root of men's calamity.

  Jiang Xi thought of it and felt nauseous, for a moment he was shocked by the fleeting thought in his mind and couldn't move: this child was actually...

  Bastard.

  Jiang Xi cursed in a low voice.

  Details that I didn't understand before suddenly became clear.

  No wonder every time he's scolded and sent back, this kid has to lie in bed for many days without getting up.

  This world is often more sinister than one can imagine. Jiang Xi felt a chill run down his spine, and he knew that he was able to stay safe and sound here only because he was a virgin. No wonder the female pimp had asked him to strip for inspection when he first arrived - a good-looking young boy like him could fetch a high price and was considered top-notch goods, something the male pimps wouldn't dare touch.

  Jiang Xi closed his eyes silently, his heart churning violently.

  The effect of the anesthetic took hold and she finally couldn't hold on, gradually falling into a deep sleep.

  Jiang Xi was woken up by a loud clanging sound.

  Here, of course, there is no fuss about brushing teeth or washing faces. Except for the day before being sent out, when they can get a clean set of clothes and wash up, at other times, everyone has messy hair and dirty faces.

  Jiang Xi got up and led the porridge while glancing at the side.

  The little boy was still curled up and lying there, unconscious.

  The rice porridge vendor had been replaced by a young man in his early twenties, with a square face and thick lips, looking rather simple-minded.

  Jiang Xi knew that this young man was brought by his fellow villagers and it was his first time doing this kind of thing, his conscience had not been dulled yet.

  In his past life, he had let him off the hook by turning a blind eye - and now, in this life, the key to his escape would once again depend on this young man.

  Among the four men and one woman in the photography studio, only this young man remained uncorrupted.

  She looked at the square-faced boy and handed over the ceramic basin, saying carefully: "Little brother, I'm very hungry, can you add a little more?"

  Even though the river stream was dirty like rolling in mud, those black and white eyes still showed a hint of spirit. The young man couldn't help but think of his younger sister at home, and the ladle in his hand shook slightly, filling the half-full ceramic bowl instantly.

  Jiang Xi pursed her lips and a fleeting dimple appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Thank you, little brother."

  She is indeed "not at peace", the paparazzi are not allowed to have too much contact with any one "cargo" alone, lest unnecessary emotions arise. For now, there's nothing but to create opportunities for herself.

  After drinking a lot of thin porridge, she had to go to the toilet. To get to the toilet, she had to pass through the main room, where she was already familiar with the order in which people took turns.

  Breakfast was served by a young man called "Dagui", which meant that he and his fellow villagers would be on duty today, but yesterday his fellow villager and the two men and one woman had played cards in the main room all night, so they must have been sleeping soundly.

  There must be only this young man in that room.

  Jiang Xi made up his mind to take the opportunity of going to the toilet after drinking too much, to get close to Da Gui and try to persuade him. If he succeeded, that would be best; if not, he believed Da Gui wouldn't betray him either.

  The door of the hall was closed, and in the bright daylight, the whole room exuded an eerie and frightening atmosphere.

  Dàguì was sitting silently on a long bench, peeling broad beans. At noon, Měijuān sister wanted to stir-fry the peas, and he peeled them very seriously.

  Before long, the most beautiful "high-end goods" in the east room came out to run a toilet. Every time she came out, she smiled and greeted him, making Da Gui feel a bit...

  The unspeakable monster.

  The fourth time, this "high-end goods" leaned over to Da Gui's side of the Eight Immortals table and smiled, asking: "Little brother, what are you peeling this for?"

  "Eat."

  Dà Guì felt that the girls in this city probably had never seen edamame before, so he carefully introduced them. He hadn't really chatted with girls much before, and now he was extremely uncomfortable all over.

  "Is it delicious?"

  Jiang Xi smiled and asked.

  "Delicious, a perfect dish to go with wine." Da Gui thought of the girl's thin porridge for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and fell silent.

  Jiang Xi brought up this topic, not really to discuss whether edamame is delicious or not. With a smile on her face, she immediately showed a full ten points of desolation, she had a pair of sentimental eyes, which made her look pitiful when she looked sad, and it was truly pitiful.

  "I used to love eating green beans at home... I miss home."

  Seeing Da Gui's vigilant eyes, Jiang Xi changed the subject:

  "Little brother, you're working outside, do you miss home?"

  He was immediately comforted by the familiar topic: "Think, how can I not think? But I have two younger brothers and a sister below me, my parents are getting older, as the eldest brother, I have to take care of this family. People back home said that there's more money to be made outside, so I followed them out."

  "Little brother is really impressive."

  Jiang Xi exclaimed in admiration.

  Dà Guì looked at the girl in front of him with a confused and curious gaze, only to feel his face burning with embarrassment.

  This money is dirty, he knows.

  Jiang Xi saw his expression and knew: The time has come.

  "Little brother, want to get out of here?" She asked in a very low voice, her black and white eyes drew near, with a hint of cleverness.

  Dà Guì nodded slightly and then quickly shook his head.

  "Little brother, I know you're different from them." Jiang Xi's hands were clenched into a fist, nodding affirmatively: "You're a good person."

  "Little brother, haven't you ever thought about the future? This money, not to mention that it's ill-gotten gains, but what if one day you have a bad luck and get caught by the police, how will your younger brothers and sisters be taken care of then?"

  Jiang Xi knew that just relying on a little bit of sympathy was not enough.

  Even someone as wealthy and influential as Da Gui has their own calculations.

  Dà Guì stopped his actions, he wasn't a fool, what Jiāng Xī said, he had thought about it before, but people are like that, taking things one day at a time, and can't help but have a lucky mentality.

  Jiang Xi directly pointed out that Da Gui's back was chilled, as if the day when he would be locked up had really arrived. He followed with a panicked tone: "Then, how, what to do?"

  This den of thieves, it's easy for his mother to get in, but hard to get out.

  Jiang Xi only then realized that he had overlooked a crucial point: the true nature of Da Gui, which the other side was clearly aware of. At least his fellow townsman was clear about it.

  The well-established human trafficking gangs have strict rules, with upper and lower houses forming a dragon-like service chain. Whoever dares to betray the organization will be dealt with by the organization along with their whole family.

  It's too risky for Da Gui to help her, and he can't even get her a ride, like in the past when he turned a blind eye; that was already extremely out of line.

  Jiang Xi felt like he had entered another dead end.

  "Does it hurt?"

  Jiang Xi shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

  What they saw before their eyes almost overturned Jiang's father and mother's entire outlook on life. Growing up under the red flag, they had the most firm materialistic values, not believing in gods or Buddhas, and were convinced that all ghosts and monsters were feudal superstitions. But then this mysterious and inexplicable thing called Bodhi grass appeared...

  When Jiang's father stretched out his hand, Xiao Yin jumped in her mind: "This disgusting and dirty mud-made thing of a man, get your filthy hands off Ah Xin!"

  Jiang Xi's eyes turned cold.

  The Boshencao seemed to have sensed the low air pressure transmitted by its host, and with a dejected look, it stretched out its leaves, touched Jiang Fa, and then quickly withdrew them in a flash.

  Jiang Mu's concern was elsewhere, "So Xi Xi... what kind of popularity value do you need to use to raise this grass? What if, I mean what if," Jiang Mu muttered to herself, ultimately not daring to say it out loud.

  When a divine object appears, children often take it for granted that they are the center of the world and all divine objects belong to them and serve them. Adults, on the other hand, are more realistic and considerate, and they do not believe in miracles.

  As people grow older, the amount of adventure and curiosity in their blood decreases, while timidity and reality accumulate.

  Jiang Mu couldn't help but consider Jiang Xi's words, if this grass was an evil object what should be done?

  The Boshen grass took root in XiXi's palm, and if it continued to grow, its roots would spread throughout her entire body and bloodstream. Would XiXi become the nutrient for this grass, or would they become two lives intertwined?

  Jiang Mu is not a child, she is just a mother.

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