Chapter 11 Debt Collection 2
"Go away!" The man with the scar pushed Miao Dafu, who staggered and fell to the ground because he had bad legs.

"Brother——" Miao Xiaoyan screamed, but remembering that Xiao Que and Xiao Bao in the house didn't have time to help Miao Dafu, she got up and blocked the door first.

Miao Xiaoyan took out the kitchen knife pinned to her belt, slashed at several people with red eyes, gritted her teeth while chopping, and shouted, "I'll let you make trouble! Let you make trouble!"

When the Scar Man and the others came, they thought that they were just a few little furry children, so they didn’t have any weapons on them, so they could only dodge the kitchen knife that Miao Xiaoyan waved. "To describe.

Although some people in the village heard the noise and rushed over, they saw that they were local hooligans who came to collect debts, and no one had the courage to come in to help, so they could only worry outside the courtyard.

Seeing this, the leading man wanted to get behind Miao Xiaoyan to grab the knife. Miao Dafu also woke up from his daze at this time, and shouted to Miao Xiaoyan: "Swallow, watch out!"

After Miao Dafu shouted, he also picked up the hoe at hand and stepped forward to help Miao Xiaoyan.

Called by Miao Dafu, Miao Xiaoyan turned around and swiped the kitchen knife at the leader of the hooligans.

The leader of the ruffian quickly grabbed Miao Xiaoyan's skirt, but he didn't expect Miao Xiaoyan's kitchen knife to be faster!

Miao Xiaoyan put the kitchen knife on the head man's neck, and then yelled at the others, "Stop it!"

The other gangsters stared blankly at Miao Xiaoyan's kitchen knife, never expecting such a dramatic scene, a little girl who was only eleven or twelve years old actually restrained their leader with a kitchen knife.

"Are you still going to make trouble?" Miao Xiaoyan asked the leader of the gangster with a fierce face.

Facing Miao Xiaoyan's stern voice, the leading man was in a daze. Is this little girl really only 11 years old?

"I'll ask again, do you want 15 taels?" Miao Xiaoyan asked loudly.

"15 taels? Even if there is no interest, what do we brothers and sisters pay for running around like this?" Although the leading man was tied around the neck by a kitchen knife, he was still bargaining, trying his best to fight for his own interests.

"Yes, it's only 15 taels! If you think it's not enough, then you can go to the underworld to find my father!" Miao Xiaoyan threatened fiercely, wielding the kitchen knife.

"Okay! 15 taels is 15 taels!" Seeing that Miao Xiaoyan didn't seem to be trying to scare him, the leader didn't dare to be brave anymore. Who knows if this little girl will go crazy and make him move his head?
"Bring the IOU first!" Miao Xiaoyan said again.

The leading man tremblingly took out the IOU and handed it to Miao Xiaoyan.

Miao Xiaoyan glanced at him, but didn't move the kitchen knife. He took the IOU with one hand and looked at it, then turned to Miao Dafu and said, "Brother, give him the silver that Aunt Luo gave you."

Seeing the situation like this, Miao Dafu didn't dare to hesitate, he hurried into the house and handed over the only 15 taels of silver to the man with the scar.

The scarred man counted and said to the leading man, "Brother, it's exactly 15 taels."

Miao Xiaoyan put down the kitchen knife and shouted at several people: "Get out!"

"Wait for me!" The leading man warned with gritted teeth as he walked out.

In a fit of anger, Miao Xiaoyan raised the kitchen knife and threw it behind them, shouting, "Come if you are not afraid of death!"

Following Miao Xiaoyan's voice, the kitchen knife landed on the heels of the leader of the hooligans. The leader of the hooligans was so frightened that they peed on their buttocks. Several people ran to the door. At the gate of the courtyard, a few hooligans met Miao Xiaoyan, who was rushing over. My uncle Miao Tianyang bumped into one.

(End of this chapter)

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