Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

The concierge was an insider, and his tone was a bit gloating.

After hearing this, He Tian staggered back two steps and almost fell to the ground without losing his balance.

"What? He owed gambling debts. Didn't he partner with his third cousin in the fabric business? How could he owe gambling debts? By the way, is there any yarn in the house? I paid two hundred taels for it. Yes, your master just has a house. It’s useless to ask for the Liuguang yarn. Please give me the Liuguang yarn. Give it back to me. I’ll take it to Jiangnan County and sell it. One piece can be sold for fifty taels. I’ll give you five. Two lines? Don't tell your master, please."

He Tian still holds on to the last glimmer of hope, that is, Wang Gui really bought the fabric, but he just owed gambling debts and couldn't sell it in time, and the flowing yarn was kept at Wang's house.

As long as he gets the Liu Guang Sha, he can take it to Jiangnan County and sell it.

Then redeem the deed.

Everything is too late.

"Haha, Liuguangsha? Is that something he can buy? A piece of Liuguangsha is worth a thousand taels! For fifty taels, only a fool like you can believe that Wang Gui's maternal grandfather's family died more than ten years ago. , Third cousin, I advise you, don’t waste your time here, either report it to the official, or go to Wang Gui to see if you can get some money back, and don’t knock on the door, my master has a bad temper. If he hears it, watch your skin carefully."

The concierge still has a good heart.

Although he was watching He Tian's jokes, he revealed some useful information to him.

With that he closed the door.

Don't pay any more attention to He Tian.

He Tian collapsed.

He grabbed his hair with both hands and slumped to the ground. As his breathing became heavier and heavier, his eyes became red.

He was still mumbling to himself.

"What should I do, what should I do, what should I do, I'm done, I'm really done, where can I find him, where can I find him, ah, Wang Gui, I have no enmity or enmity with you, why do you want to harm me, you This beast, this beast—"

He couldn't bear it anymore and sat at the door of Wang Gui's house, cursing Wang Gui loudly, but the door never opened again.

The people coming and going pointed at him as if they were watching a monkey show.

After sitting there for a long time, He Tiancai walked home like a madman.

"Son, what's wrong with you? Were you beaten? Huh?" Ms. Song was startled when she saw her embarrassed son.

Jiaoer also felt bad. She knew about this. Could it be that the money was not earned? She guessed in her mind.

Bai Ruixue was the only one sitting on the small bench washing clothes. She didn't know anything, but she looked at He Tian with worry.

"Mom, I'm sorry for you, I'm done, son, I'm sorry for you, mother--"

"Boom-"

He Tian cried out in pain, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

The sound of my knees hitting the ground was like a drum, and it hurt to hear it.

"Son, what's wrong with you? Get up quickly. Does your knee hurt? What did you do? Tell mom, tell me -"

Mrs. Song had never seen He Tian like this.

While she was worried, she was also a little scared.

I'm afraid that my son will get into some serious trouble.

"Mom, I..."

He Tian knew that he couldn't hide it anymore. Since Wang Gui lied to him, he must have made plans not to pay back the money. What's the use of reporting to the official? Wang Gui might have disappeared, and he was not like the concierge just now. , A man with a big family and a big business is alone, what can he do to block people.

He didn't even know where Wang Gui was.

But I just said two words.

The door was kicked open and the door hit He Tian hard on the back.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

It throbbed with pain.

"Son--"

"Who are you? What are you doing? You injured my son in broad daylight. I want to report it to the police. Help me. I'm beating someone -"

Seeing her son vomiting blood, Ms. Song shouted for help.

But the neighbors only glanced at her, then returned home and locked the door.

Because the outside of He's house was full of thugs from gambling houses.

All of them had thick beards, and some had scars on their faces. They looked like they were not good people. No one dared to report to the He family, and they all hid in their homes, not daring to make a sound.

"Huh, reporting officer? You report it and give it a try. Ask your good son what this is." The thugs made a way, and a man walked out of the crowd. It was Shen Jiading, the shopkeeper of the gambling house.

He held up a piece of paper to make an appointment and sneered.

"Son, what is this?" Thinking of her son's actions just now and the unknown words written on the paper, Ms. Song panicked.

Could it be that her son really did something and someone came to her door?

"I'm sorry, mother, I'm sorry for you, I, I..." He Tian couldn't say anything.

His voice became hoarse from the pain as he vomited blood.

He lowered his head, not even daring to look at Ms. Song.

"He mortgaged this house to our gambling house and took away two hundred taels. He promised to pay it back in March, but that day has come. Where is the money? I saw you didn't come to the gambling house, so I brought someone to find you. La, how about it, I'm considerate, right? Pay back the money, two hundred and fifty taels of capital, fifty taels of profit, a total of two hundred and fifty taels, you don't want to lose a copper! Otherwise, you are a house, haha."

Shen Jiading looked at the furnishings in the courtyard, and then focused on Jiaoer.

He took back the paper promise and touched his chin with his hand, a lustful light in his eyes.

Pregnant women...

he likes.

"What? Son, is what he said true? How did you get the deed of our house?" Mrs. Song was already frightened. She slapped He Tian in disbelief, as if she wanted to hear her son's denial.

But seeing her son not saying a word or raising his head, she was completely panicked.

So Mrs. Song ran back to the house on her old legs and searched for a long time, but could not find the house deed.

"Oh my God, I can't live anymore. I have worked hard all my life and made you shit and piss. This is how you repay me? I don't live anymore. What energy do I have to live? In this life, You live like a joke, you talk about you, I ask you to study hard and get a good reputation, but you don't listen, and you want to be a lowly merchant. Did you use these two hundred taels to do business?

Where's the money? ah? Get the money back! I tried to persuade you at first, but you didn’t listen. You’ve eaten more salt than rice, so why should I help you make money? Who do you think you are? Go and ask for money quickly! Just say that you quit and ask for your money back. Not to mention the fifty-tael profit gained for no reason, your mother's face has been completely humiliated by you. Look at Jiao'er, look at Xiaoxue, one is due in four months. After giving birth, one is just three months pregnant. What do you want them to do? What will your mother do? You want to force us to death——"

Mrs. Song sat on the ground, crying and singing.

Still patting his thigh.

Completely like a village woman.

Shen Jiading's eyes turned cold, and he picked out his ears with his fingers, feeling a little impatient.

"Mom, if he doesn't come back, Wang Gui has run away. Unless he reports to the official, but what's the use of reporting to the official? If he runs away, the government won't be able to find him. Otherwise, if he comes back, mother, I'm sorry for you. My son knows his fault. Okay, I know I was wrong——"