The Evil Mistress's Killing Crazy Daily

"Mom, wait a minute, I'll get the doctor right away!"

Tian Baokang said this and hurried out the door.

After a while, he invited the village barefoot doctor over.

After he examined Tian Shuangshuang, the family sat together, drinking and eating, and discussed the case until late at night.

It was not until Tian Huqiang collapsed drunk on the dining table that Nanny Wan breathed a sigh of relief and pulled her son out.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Tian Baokang looked at the water tank in front of him and asked in a daze and drunken manner.

"Shh, Mom wants to talk to you about something."

Nanny Wan covered her son's mouth, kept an eye on the movements in the room, and pressed Tian Baokang's head into the water tank.

It was the coldest time of winter and the icy water was bone-chilling. Tian Baokang shuddered and woke up instantly.

"Well--"

He struggled quickly and pulled his head out of the water tank.

"you……!"

He sat trembling beside the water tank, staring at his mother. Just when he was about to get angry... Nanny Wan suddenly stuffed two silver bills into his hands.

Tian Baokang's eyes lit up as he held the banknote.

"Mother, where did you get this..." Tian Baokang was just about to ask about the origin of the banknote when Aunt Wan quickly covered his mouth. She turned her head and looked anxiously inside the room, then stared at Tian Baokang and whispered, "Shh, shut up and listen to me!"

"it is good."

Tian Baokang quickly and excitedly whispered yes.

He agreed so readily, but he was afraid that the money would be snatched away by his father. But how could Nanny Wan know his little thoughts?

She was just relieved that his previous behavior was just out of cowardice and fear, and he was not really partial to Tian Huqiang.

This put her at ease.

Thinking of this, she began to whisper her plan to Tian Baokang as Ruan Yunluo had said.

"What?" After hearing his mother's plan, Tian Baokang's eyes widened in disbelief, "You want to find the creditor to break my father's legs?"

"Yes." Nanny Wan nodded firmly and whispered with hatred in her eyes, "You know better than anyone how he has harmed us three children over the years. I can't live like this for even a day!"

"Mom, isn't this how every family lives?"

Tian Baokang didn't want to spend money on such things, so he quickly advised, "My father just has a bad temper. Next time he gets violent, can't you just say a few soft words and give him some face? Why do you always argue with him?"

"If you don't want to forget it!"

Hearing him speak, she felt more and more disgusted. Nanny Wan held out her hand with a cold face, "Give me back the money, I'll go by myself!"

"Don't, mother..."

When he heard that she wanted the banknotes back, Tian Baokang's attitude immediately softened.

He thought about it, and nodded as if he had made some great decision, "Okay, since you have spoken, as a son, I will do it for you even if it means risking my life. Just wait and see."

Having said that, he stood up and left Tianjia Village at night.

A few miles away, at the corner of the market closest to Tianjia Village.

This corner is the darkest and most secluded place during the day, but it becomes bustling at night.

Tian Baokang walked through the noisy crowds and alleys with ease and finally arrived at his destination.

Hearing the shouts of "Open big, open small" from inside, his blood boiled and he was impatiently wanting to lift the curtain and go in, but suddenly, he was stopped.

"Tian Baokang, I haven't paid you back yet, why are you here again? There's only half a month left, you're not afraid of losing your money, are you?"

"I'm afraid, but I have my own way." Tian Baokang laughed and said mysteriously: "I will have a lot of money soon, and then..."

"Go away, go away, settle the old debt first before you fart..."

Scar with a dark face was about to chase him away, at this time, Tian Baokang took out the silver bill very casually.

He shook the banknote proudly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Well, can we go in now?"

"You want to pay back the money?"

Scar couldn't believe it.

This grandson, every time he comes to play, he puts the bill in the name of his gambling father and asks his mother to pay it back. This is the first time he has paid the money himself.

"Don't pay it back all the time. When has my mother not paid it back? Just save it slowly and ask her to pay it back later. Why do you have to force me to do it? She works in the general's mansion. Can she really do without your money?"

Tian Baokang said, pushing Scar away impatiently, "Quick, quick, quick, get out of the way. I have money now, why can't I play? My hands are itching to death lately!"

"This grandson..."

Scar frowned as he looked at Tian Baokang's back, waving his fists and placing bets crazily at the gambling table among the crowd in the gambling house.

He was just lifting the curtain, planning to go in and chase him out, but the old beggar next to him laughed, "Hey, you're in this line of work, and you still have a kind heart?"

"Who is being kind? He hasn't paid back the money he owes. Why should I let him in to play?"

"Don't I know what you do?"

As the old beggar spoke, he stretched out his right arm, but there was no palm at the wrist.

He looked at his wrist with regret, where his palm should be, and sighed, “Don’t mention that someone has paid back the money he owes. Even if no one has paid it back, you have to let him in if he brings the money to gamble.

You can get the same amount of money. If you let him pay back, you are even. If you let him play, he will still owe you, and he will owe you more... If he can't pay it back, just chop off his hands..."

"You know it very well."

"Can I not be clear?"

The old beggar chuckled.

While he was talking, someone passed by and threw two cents into his bowl.

His eyes lit up and he hurriedly shook the broken bowl and counted the copper coins inside.

Seeing that he had made enough money, he stood up, pushed open the thick, shiny black curtain of the gambling house, and walked into the noisy crowd with his bowl in hand...

Tianjia Village.

Nanny Wan looked around the door again and again.

Watch from night to dawn, watch from dawn to noon.

Just when she was worried that something had happened to her son, Tian Baokang's figure walked towards her from the village on the other side of the sky in the distance.

He looked dejected and staggered after drinking.

"What's wrong with you?"

Nanny Wan was shocked to see him like this.

She quickly reached out to support her son, "What's wrong with you? Why did you come back just now? What about the things I told you to do? What did they say?"

"Mom, almost, just a little bit..."

Tian Baokang sat down against the wall with his head in his hands, muttering like a madman: "I was so lucky at the beginning. I won so much at the beginning. How could I lose all of a sudden? How could I lose? How is it possible..."

He questioned and cursed for a while, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and grabbed Nanny Wan's trouser leg, "Mom, do you still have money? You still have money, right? Come on, give me some more! I can make a comeback! I can get rich! I almost got rich! I..."

"You beast!"

Nanny Wan kicked Tian Baokang away fiercely.

She looked at her son, who looked like a ghost, and whose death was exactly the same as Tian Huqiang's. She gritted her teeth, turned around, and rushed into the kitchen.

Then, she rushed out like a whirlwind, holding down Tian Baokang's left wrist with one hand and holding up the kitchen knife with the other hand...