Back to the 1970s: Building My Fortune Through Time Trading-Chapter 363: Not Good at Taking a Hit

The sun had completely set, and the alley she was in was enveloped in darkness; the other party hadn’t noticed her.

She watched as a sneaky figure crept to her doorstep, peering inside.

The person was thin and hunched as he walked, looking guilty like a thief.

Could it be a thief?

Su Xiaoxiao was speechless; there were so many wealthy people in the village, why did this thief like to target her family’s wool?

How many times has it been?

She knew this era had many thieves, but she hadn’t expected so many.

She was calculating in her mind how to catch the person off guard when she saw the thief sneak around to the west side of her home’s yard wall.

Planning to climb over the wall?

This thief seemed a bit dim-witted.

Normally, shouldn’t they come at midnight when the owner is asleep to steal?

What time is it even?

She watched patiently for a while but realized the thief had become silent after circling to the west side of the yard wall.

She crouched at the wall root to observe but didn’t hear any strange noises from the yard.

Could it be he’s planning to hide first and act at midnight?

She thought being a thief wouldn’t be so brainless.

Should she use this time to call the neighbors to catch him?

No, the other party hasn’t acted yet; she has no evidence he’s here to steal from her home.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind her, sounding like more than one person.

She was startled but quickly realized the footsteps sounded very familiar.

Looking along the direction of the sound, she indeed saw her mom, Liu Cuilan, walking at the front. Behind her was Xu Zhaodi holding Little Stone, and beside her was Su Pan carrying a basket.

Great, mom’s back.

She hurried forward, lowering her voice: "Mom, I just saw a thief wanting to steal from our house. He peeked at the door for a long time then went around to that side."

While speaking, she pointed to the direction of the west wall, "What should we do? Should we call someone?"

Liu Cuilan believed her daughter’s words without a doubt: "No need, he’s alone, and there are so many of us that we can’t handle this one person?"

"You first take Little Stone home, we’ll go take a look."

Su Xiaoxiao was worried and handed Little Stone to Su Pan: "Pan, you take Little Stone home, I’ll follow and go."

Su Pan is the youngest; as an older sister, she couldn’t let her face the danger.

Liu Cuilan glanced at the two without speaking.

Thinking to herself, although Pan is slightly younger than the third, her strength is definitely not less. Compared to the third, she still has more confidence with Su Pan tagging along.

Her third daughter had delicate skin, and if a fight really broke out, she feared she wouldn’t handle it well.

Su Xiaoxiao didn’t know she was disliked by her mom, and reminded nervously: "Mom, let’s hurry, don’t let them get away."

"Okay, follow behind me and your Sister Zhaodi, and be careful later."

Liu Cuilan cautiously advised, gripping the hoe she had slung over her shoulder.

Anyway, there were many of them, even if it was just her and little Xu, the two against one, they should manage to handle the person; the third just needed to make up the numbers.

Once Su Pan led Little Stone into the yard, the three immediately lightened their steps toward the west wall root.

At the corner, Liu Cuilan advised: "Wait here for me, I’ll check the situation first."

Speaking, she carefully poked her head out and found the west wall root barren, not a single person.

Could he have run off?

While puzzled, she heard Su Xiaoxiao suddenly ask her: "Mom, is our haystack supposed to look like that?"

Liu Cuilan followed her gaze and discovered that at some unidentified time, the originally neatly stacked haystack had a big chunk missing, leaving corn cob bones scattered all over.

"Who the hell dares to steal our haystack? Bah, disgraceful! If I catch who’s behind it, I’ll curse their family gravestone into smoking!"

Liu Cuilan’s voice grew louder as her anger flared up.

Su Xiaoxiao faintly heard rustling noises from the rear wall and hurriedly tugged her mom.

"Mom, it seems there’s someone behind our house."

Liu Cuilan immediately stopped speaking and listened carefully; she was indeed right.

Behind the house, faint rustling noises were emanating, as if someone was crouched behind her house, engrossed in some business.

Several people exchanged glances and quietly stepped in the direction of the sound.

Behind the Su Family home was a small grove; the cold weather had stripped the trees of leaves, leaving dry branches bare and swaying in the wind.

A sneaky figure weaved through the grove.

After a while, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, gazing with satisfaction at his work on the ground.

The moon was out; under its faint glow, one could see a line of corn cob bones placed at the base of the wall, interspersed with many branches and dry leaves.

What’s he planning?

The three simultaneously questioned in their minds.

But their puzzlement didn’t last long because the person answered their question with his actions.

"Go to hell!"

He sneered and took out a match, the sound of its subtle friction with the matchbox reverberating in the air.

The man was actually going to set the house on fire!

Su Xiaoxiao was startled, but before they could react, a gust of wind blew over, extinguishing the small flame in his hand instantly.

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

With the weak light of the flame earlier, she saw the man’s face clearly; it was Sun Wenbing.

Wasn’t he pummeled by his wife in the morning? So he’s healed already? His self-healing ability is quite strong.

Seems the beating was light.

Su Xiaoxiao exchanged a look with her mom, meaning they would rush out to subdue him once Sun Wenbing got the fire going.

But...

When will the man ever manage to light the fire?

It’s been several minutes, and Sun Wenbing was still persistently striking matches.

Every time one lit up, it was instantly snuffed out by the wind, making the three anxious.

"Damn it! Even a lousy match wants to oppose me!"

Sun Wenbing cursed, angrily throwing the matchbox to the ground, stomping heavily on it, then pulled out a lighter from his pocket with a dark expression.

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

Was he sick or what? He had a lighter but didn’t use it earlier.

However, the man seemed somewhat unlucky, as every time he lit the lighter, it was immediately extinguished by the wind.

Sun Wenbing was so frustrated he nearly wanted to smash the lighter; what rotten luck was he having today?

Just then, a hand suddenly extended beside him.

The hand was small and fair, with fingers holding a lighter of a design he had never seen before.

"A windproof lighter, need it?"

Sun Wenbing was about to nod and say yes, but suddenly realized something; he seemed to have been exposed.

Mechanically, he lifted his head, facing six pairs of gazes directed at him.

Su Xiaoxiao gave him a gentle yet polite smile: "Comrade Sun, could you kindly tell us what you’re doing behind our house?"