"The little real person is here!"

Yang Yun's arrival caused a sensation among the crowd.

They were all watching the thief, but now they suddenly became onlookers. Many people wanted to go forward to say hello to Yang Yun to show their closeness, but were blocked by Lin Geng and others.

"What's going on?"

Yang Yun walked to the little beggar who was pressed to the ground and asked casually.

"I didn't steal anything, I picked up those purses."

The little beggar made an ambiguous voice.

"I'm still denying it, I've clearly seen it's you who stole it." The foreman yamen scolded.

Yang Yun, the headmaster of the yamen, met Han Si, who had participated in the battle of the fire barbarians before and was promoted for making military achievements.

Han Si stepped forward to greet him: "Ask Xiao Zhenren. He caught a thief, touched him and took him back to the yamen... This little thing was very quick and got a lot of things."

Han Si showed the five purses seized from the young beggar.

Among the five purses, Wang Ji's purses were the most conspicuous, with the best material. Wang Ji was about to go forward to get it back, but Han Si reached out to block it.

"It was the thief who just picked up the stolen body from this young master." Wang Ji said with a calm face.

Han Si didn't reply immediately. Yang Yun smiled and said, "He said it right. If you check it correctly, please give it back to him."

Han Si didn't check it and threw the wallet to Wang Ji. Wang Ji quickly opened it and looked at the situation in the wallet, then relaxed gently, muttering, "It's obvious that he is tied around his waist and has clothes across it. How did this little thief take it away?"

Yang Yun was stunned, and the scene of the little beggar pickpocketing instantly appeared in his mind, which was played back almost in slow motion.

In the flash of disappearance, Yang Yun found that the little beggar was almost passing through Wang Ji's clothes and directly put his wallet into his hands.

Yang Yun thought to himself: "This is simply a separator to take things away! How did he do it? Is it caused by long-term training, or does he have any special abilities?"

"Woooo."

When Yang Yun was paying attention to the little beggar again, he found that the little guy's eloquence was gone. He cried constantly. The tears that fell washed away two white lines on his black face, making him look pitiful.

Due to frequent rebellions by the Southern Barbarians, Hanzhou, Pengzhou, Shuzhou and other prefectures and counties adjacent to the mountains in western Sichuan were not peaceful. As the war spread, the people were unable to take care of themselves, and their sympathy was gradually exhausted. It was difficult to gain something if begging honestly... Such children who lacked much physical strength would most likely die of illness and starvation.

The little beggar had a disheveled face, and Yang Yun couldn't see his face clearly.

Yang Yun vaguely felt that this agile little beggar was not simple.

Han Si picked up the little beggar and taught a lesson: "If I had known this, why would I have been there? The Tang Dynasty was rich and the people were strong, and there were no such incompetent people. I took them back and handed them over to the county magistrate to deal with it."

The yamen was about to take the person away, Yang Yun asked, "Brother Han, what would you do when you encounter pickpockets in the past?"

Han Si said: "I will go to court and convict first... I have a bad year and I will not have a prison meal for him. After I finish the board, I will drive him out of the city and let him die."

Yang Yun smiled and said, "It's better to leave the person to me. I will take good care of him and let him do some work for me. How about it?"

Yang Yun's words were very surprising. They didn't think there was anything worth pitiful about being a pickpocketed beggar.

Even Lin Geng whispered to Yang Yun: "Real person, this little thief is not clean. You want to ask someone to help some of them. Some of them are good families who apply for the recruitment... This person is not worthy of being a thief."

Yang Yun did not explain much and continued to ask Han Si for help.

Han Si just relied on Yang Yunrong to be promoted to the foreman of the yamen. Faced with the request of a "big figure" like Yang Yun, he had no choice.

"Since Xiao Zhenren has spoken, I should take the order. But Xiao Zhenren, please do not let this guy go casually. You have to wait until the county magistrate is behind." Han Si said.

Yang Yun nodded with a smile: "Of course... you also know my methods. You will never let him escape easily, and you and all brothers will not make it difficult for you and your brothers to do it."

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A dispute between the market ended with Yang Yun mediating.

Others were afraid to avoid this little beggar who was dressed in rags and smelled all over his body, but Yang Yun felt inexplicably compassion. Of course, he was more curious about the little beggar's pickpocketing methods.

The yamen had already tied the little beggar's hands with a straw rope, holding one end in his hand, and was about to take it back to the yamen. Yang Yun went forward to untie the rope, grabbed the little beggar's black hand, and led it all the way back to the workshop.

Wang Ji followed behind and took the opportunity to sneak into the workshop yard.

Yang Yun asked someone to prepare some food, put it in a pottery bowl, and put it in front of the little beggar.

The little beggar immediately reached out to grab food, but was captured by Yang Yun. The little beggar shook his hands repeatedly but couldn't break free. He immediately looked at Yang Yun with shame.

His face was pitch black, and he could no longer see his true face, only his slightly exposed teeth and eyes were a little white.

Except for darkness, the skin is not rough, and there are no calluses or broken scars on the palms and fingertips.

Yang Yun thought to himself: "If it weren't for a military disaster, he would have been the one who lives a good life."

"If you want to eat, you have to wash your hands and face first, and then you can eat it after washing it." Yang Yun said in a gentle tone.

After entering the workshop, Wang Ji immediately ran to observe those who were grinding saltpeter, charcoal and sulfur. He walked over and said, "In the war, beggars are everywhere on the streets, so it's good to have a meal."

Yang Yun ignored it and said kindly to the little beggar: "The disease comes from the mouth, so you have to develop the habit of washing your hands before and after meals... bring a basin of water."

A soldier went to the well to fetch water with a wooden basin. In order to stay in the workshop, Wang Ji took the initiative to take it and brought it to the stone platform beside Yang Yun with the wooden basin.

"Master, if you go out, your whole body will be covered with dust. You should wash it first... This kid will wash it a few times, and he will benefit from it." Wang Ji said in a compliment.

Yang Yun ignored it and said to the little beggar, "You can eat after washing your face and hands... This is the rule. No rules can make you square. Do you understand what I said?"

The little beggar's eyes were bright, their eyes were lively, and they were unique to children. He looked at the white rice that emitted the fragrance and the diving pickles that were accompanied by food. His eyes were shining and he swallowed hard. But he did not dare to reach out, and the five big, three thick and evil men around him were scared.

He looked up at Yang Yun, nodded heavily, and obediently as Yang Yun said, stretched out his hand, got into the basin of the stone platform, and rubbed his hands vigorously with soapcorns. Soon the basin of water turned black.

Yang Yun asked Wang Ji to fetch a basin of water again, then took a piece of cloth from the house and threw it to the little beggar for him to use for washing his face.

Seeing a basin of water changing color again, Wang Ji teased: "Tsk tsk, this is clearly about taking off a layer of mud!"

The little beggar spent the boss's efforts to roughly clean his hands and wiped away most of the dirt on his face.

Yang Yun looked carefully and saw that the little guy had slender willow eyebrows, dark and clear eyes, straight nose, soft and plump cherry lips and beautiful, smooth and smooth cheeks. All of these were just right in the same pure and refined face, a full beauty... That's right, this is a lively girl, not a young man.

The little beggar looked at Yang Yun, his eyes full of desire, as if asking for instructions, can I have a meal?

Yang Yun smiled and said, "If you want to eat, eat... Follow me in the future, you will have food to eat after the work is done, but you cannot be discharged from the yard for the time being. Unless the county government has been convicted and your crime has been exempted, they will be treated as fugitives. When caught, I will slap your ass..."

The little beggar glanced at Yang Yun, and had not even rolled up his sleeves. He quickly picked up the pottery bowl with his left hand, picked up a few slices of radish from a small plate with his right hand and squeezed it into rice balls in three or two, and immediately put it to his mouth and swallowed it voraciously.
Chapter completed!