"Xia Youcai, you good-for-nothing punk! You lose at gambling and now you're stealing bricks? I'll beat you to death!"
An old man in his sixties charged at them with a broom, swinging viciously.
The Xia siblings were notoriously infamous in the area; there wasn't a single person who didn't know them.
"Like hell I'd steal from you! A single brick is worth little more than ten cents. I'd work myself to death and not even make ten yuan. You think I'd steal your stupid bricks?" Xia Youcai cursed as he fled. Seeing Xia Youqian still standing there in a daze, he yelled, "Idiot, run! What are you standing around for?"
Only then did Xia Youqian snap out of it, scrambling to follow Xia Qiqi and Xia Youcai in their frantic escape.
After running for several hundred meters, the two siblings finally stopped, gasping for air.
"Why'd you stop running?" Xia Youqian asked, puzzled that they had halted.