Guan San and the old couple, when they were young, were thieves, but later washed their hands and quit, and lived in seclusion in Laiyang.

Guan San used stolen money to buy a house and opened a satin house, leading a prosperous life.

Thirty years later, he became the leading wealthy household in Laiyang City.

Unexpectedly, Guan San, who has become a rich gentleman, does not forget his roots, and often secretly practices his stealing skills, taking red-hot coals from the coal stove with his fingers and soap from the boiling water. Guan San has his reasons for doing this. He said who can guarantee wealth for a lifetime? What if he goes down in the future? If he can't find a way to survive, he may even become a thief. How can these unique skills of hard work be wasted casually? The lady laughed at him, "You just want to be a thief." Guan San pouted "snorted" and took a cigarette: "Also, skills are itchy."

Guan San is a big family, so he is naturally missed by thieves. Of course, some thieves were caught by the servants when they were stealing. Caught these thieves, Guan San did not beat or scold them, nor did he send them to the official office, but let these thieves perform stealing skills for him. When the thieves' "art" was finished, he took out a few oceans and politely sent the thieves out. In this way, Guan San also saw some things he had never seen before. As soon as Guan San caught his eye, he could hold up a pile of oceans.

Every time he saw a new skill, Guan San practiced it. Guan San drew on the strengths of others, accepted all rivers, and his stealing skills improved a lot.

Once, they caught another thief, who looked to be seventy or eighty years old and skinny to the bone.

Guan San personally untied the old thief and said, "Brother, at such an old age, are you still a thief? Are you really in trouble?" The old thief closed his eyes slightly and didn't look directly at Guan San, just nodded. Guan San said, "I should have sent you to the lobby, but seeing that you are old, I will be a good person again." Guan San pinched a "Yuan Datou" and threw it over, and the old thief took it firmly and looked at Guan San expressionlessly. "This is for you." Guan San pinched two more pieces, "If brother doesn't want to suffer for nothing, my younger brother would like to let my brother perform your stealing skills to open our eyes. If you make me happy, the money will be added." His fingers tugged at the ocean, weighed it, and threw it over. The old thief stretched out his hand, and the three oceans "clanged" together. The old thief still couldn't see any expression on his face, his eyes were still slightly closed, and he said for a long time, "Really? Don't send me to see the official? Give me money back?" Madam Guan San replied: "Our old man likes thieves, of course it's true."

The old thief lowered his head without saying a word, nodded, stood up, and said, "Master, thank you! After saying that, he leaned forward and finished lighting the cigarette. The old thief opened his hand and showed a golden ring in his palm, "Master, please put away your stuff." At this time, Guan San vaguely sensed that this old thief must be a top expert in the way of thieves. The speed with which he took his ring just now was above himself. Also, the louse-like expression of wilted skin, the slightly closed eyes… So extraordinary! He thought, this old thief must have higher stealing skills. Guan San slowly stood up, rubbed his hands, and said, "It's okay. Looking at your pitiful illness, Old Guan will accumulate merit." After saying this, he asked the housekeeper to bring out ten pieces of ocean. Guan San took the plate of ocean and waved it at the old thief. Then he walked out the door and threw foreign money into the sky, and the ocean fell to the ground. Guan San turned to the old thief and said, "If you don't dislike it, take this silver!"

The old thief lowered his head and thought for a long time, then said, "Is what the master said true?"

"Seriously!"

The old thief suddenly let out a long sigh: "Alas, if it weren't for the need for money to treat this damn tuberculosis, my skills would not be easily revealed." At this time, the old thief's slightly closed eyes suddenly widened, emitting a different kind of light. He threw off two shoes and walked out barefoot.

Guan San screamed in his heart, "Come—" His eyes glowed with excitement.

Everyone went out together with the old thief.

At this time, the clouds were hiding the crescent moon. The lanterns shone brightly in the yard. The old thief stretched out in the yard, and his waist became straight. Several servants stood in a circle around the courtyard wall to prevent him from escaping. The old thief began to take a leisurely walk in the courtyard, as if no one was around. He stopped and walked, stopping and walking, sometimes raising his head to look at the moon, sometimes lowering his head in thought, like a sad poet. The old thief seemed to be deliberately avoiding suspicion, and his waist was not pussy. Occasionally, when he pussied down, everyone's eyes doubled, but he just scratched his back with his hands, coughed for a while, and straightened his waist again. Everyone was at a loss. At this time, the old thief suddenly swung his feet, stepped on a sudden gust of wind, and began to wander in a disorderly manner, agile like gossip, soft like Tai Chi, and the more he walked, the faster he went, like a top turning left and right, floating east and west, suddenly south and north, a light wind swelled in the courtyard, fluttering against his cheeks refreshingly. Everyone was stunned, and they didn't know why. Immediately, the old thief's steps slowed down again, fluttering like a fallen leaf. Guan San had already been dumbfounded.

At this time, the old thief suddenly stopped, did not speak, and only walked straight back, and everyone hurriedly dodged a path. The old thief returned to the living room, stood still, and moved his feet to look for shoes. When everyone saw where he had just stood, they were all stunned – there were two stacks of oceans neatly placed on the ground.

Guan San pressed the old thief on the chair and picked up his feet to take a look. There was a "meat nest" at each foot of the old thief.

"Foot thief – this is the legendary foot thief!" Guan San's eyes lit up with excitement.

When Guan San was an apprentice, he had heard from his master that there was such a skill in the world, which was known as the pinnacle of skill on the path of thieves. But he had never been able to see it. Just then he realized that the old thief was a master of the path of thieves, and the word "foot thief" suddenly popped out of his mind for some reason. Throwing out the ten oceans, he naturally wanted to elicit this skill. But Guan San knew that finding this skill was tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack. Now, that "needle" was actually caught by him.

Guan San begged the old thief to teach him foot theft.

The old thief finally nodded in agreement.

Guan San mastered the method of foot theft, and it was like a treasure. Since then, he has practiced this stunt hard without sleeping or eating.

A year later, the three-legged thief was trained, but the joy was extremely sad, and at that moment, due to excessive excitement, he died.

Madam lay on Guan San's body and cried, "Since you have changed your ways, you should not always look back and think about this evil!"