A Smooth Path in Med

When my uncle was young, he was a lazybones who didn't do any honest work. One day he would steal chickens from the neighbor, and the next day he would steal dogs from behind the village. He was simply a despised scoundrel.,One year, he injured the son of the village head from a neighboring village in a fight. Fearing retaliation, he left his hometown.,“Goodness, this is unexpected! Even the peddler has joined in. Come on everyone, make some room!” As he spoke, seven or eight people quickly made space.。