Traveling through ancient times to survive

Pushing all the blame onto his mother, County Magistrate Wei looked down upon Zhao Decheng even more and was too lazy to listen to his excuses.

"For the sake of your honor, I can forgive you this time and not hold you responsible for fooling me. From now on, you will be dismissed from your position as a clerk and you will be required to move out of your current house within three days."

Amid the pointing and criticizing of the petty officials, Zhao Decheng fled from the government office in a panic like a stray dog ​​and returned home like a wandering ghost.

"Son, why are you back home now? What happened?" Mrs. Zhao looked at her distraught son with concern.

The person who had just been in a daze seemed to have turned on a switch in an instant. Zhao Decheng looked at Mrs. Zhao sarcastically.

"Where else can I go if I don't come back? It's all your fault! With a mother as vicious as you who tortured my parents-in-law to death, how dare the county magistrate keep me after knowing about it? Now I have lost my official position, and I will soon lose this house. Are you satisfied to see me in such a miserable state?"

Zhao Decheng selectively concealed the factors that were unfavorable to him. It was obvious that everything started because he was the first to claim the credit. His grandfather was so angry that he suffered a stroke, and then his condition rapidly deteriorated.

As he spoke, Zhao Decheng's expression became more and more ferocious, as if everything was really as he said.

Mrs. Zhao really thought that it was her fault that her son lost his official position, and she was completely panicked. She began to regret everything. If she had known that the county magistrate was so nosy, she would have treated her mother-in-law well and would never beat or scold her.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhao realized that something was wrong. The old man’s death had nothing to do with her. She had never stepped into the old man’s room once.

As for the incident in which she had cursed at home, causing the old man to fall into a bad mood and subsequently causing his condition to worsen, Mrs. Zhao had completely forgotten about it.

Even though she had a bad attitude towards her mother-in-law, the main reason was that the old man died for love, so it was not because of her abuse that he died.

"Does the county magistrate think that I abused your grandparents to death? This is such a huge injustice! My son, I will go to the county magistrate to help you explain that your grandfather had a stroke and was not cured. Your grandmother couldn't bear to leave her husband and committed suicide. It has nothing to do with me!"

"Haha, now the whole government office is saying that I, Zhao Decheng, am an unfilial person. My grandparents will not rest in peace! If you tell them, who will believe it? Others will only think that I am shirking my responsibility!"

"But this is the truth of the matter. How can they talk nonsense?" Mrs. Zhao looked anxious.

"What's the truth? Do you dare to pat your chest and guarantee that you didn't abuse the two elders? The people living next door are not deaf!"

Mrs. Zhao didn't dare to say anything. Indeed, if she was fighting and arguing here, the people next door couldn't have failed to hear it.

"Who made me unlucky? I have a mother like you who disrespects her parents-in-law. I deserve to be fired!"

Zhao Decheng resented his mother with a clear conscience. Only in this way could he feel better.

Mrs. Zhao was hesitant and dared not respond. Even though her son spoke harshly to her, she only felt that it was her fault because she had ruined her son's future and her son was right to lose his temper with her.

Three days later, the mother and son were kicked out of the yard. If it weren't for the money left by their parents for buying medicine, they would have almost been homeless on the streets.

In order to save money, Mrs. Zhao rented a small room again. The mother and son lived in the same room, separated by only a curtain.

All the daily necessities were piled together, leaving no room for anyone to step in the small house.

The surrounding environment was even more chaotic, the streets were stained and smelled bad, and the neighbors were quarreling all day long over trivial matters.

Zhao Decheng had never lived in a house with such bad conditions in his life. He couldn't accept the fact, so he got drunk all day and became a frequent visitor to the winery.

After all her savings were used up, Mrs. Zhao had no choice but to go out to work. As she was old, many people didn't want her for many jobs. In the end, she could only find a job washing clothes. After washing clothes all day, she was so tired that her back and waist ached, but she still earned less than 30 copper coins.

Mrs. Zhao aged rapidly, but Zhao Decheng was not heartbroken. Instead, he felt very pleased, as if he had avenged himself.

Mrs. Zhao worked so hard to support the mother and son that she couldn't even straighten her back, but she didn't earn much money. After deducting rent and daily expenses, she had almost no surplus at the end of the month.

Zhao Decheng didn't care about so many things. He felt that everything that happened today was caused by Mrs. Zhao. Apart from asking for money every day, Mrs. Zhao never saw her son during the day.

If the family couldn't get the money, where would it come from? It was obvious that Zhao Decheng was addicted to gambling. When Zhao Dasao was visited by the debt collector, she found out that her son owed the gambling house 100 taels of silver.

Hearing such a frightening amount, Mrs. Zhao couldn't breathe and fainted.

Having seen many debt collectors, Zhao Dasao had a hard heart. He poured a bucket of cold water on her and she struggled to wake up.

"My dear friends, my family really can't afford the money!"

"I don't care whether you can come up with it or not! I'm not doing charity! No one can owe me a debt! You have seven days to pay it back, otherwise, your son's arms and legs may run away from home!"

The fierce man's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "Don't even think about running away, your son is a guest in our gambling house now."

Only after the debt collectors left did Mrs. Zhao dare to burst into tears. Let alone a hundred taels, she couldn't even take out one tael.

After crying, Mrs. Zhao left the city. She had no choice but to go find her son's biological father.

When they arrived at the village entrance, this time Mrs. Zhao did not dare to act bossy. She hesitantly asked the villagers to go find Zhao Chengshan.

The villager guarding the gate didn't want to pay attention to Mrs. Zhao, but Mrs. Zhao suddenly knelt down in front of him and begged with tears in her eyes.

"Brother, I beg you, can you go and call Chengshan? Cheng'er is in trouble, I really have no other way!"

Seeing Mrs. Zhao with tears in her eyes, the villagers on the opposite side felt terrible.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't cry, can't I go and call you?"

Zhao Chengshan came here reluctantly. If someone hadn't forced him to do so, he wouldn't have wanted to show up at all.

"We're divorced, why are you still looking for me?"

Mrs. Zhao started to cry again: "Cheng'er has been detained by the gambling house. The gambling house said that if Cheng'er can't collect 100 taels of silver within seven days, he will die!"

Zhao Chengshan's expression changed drastically, and he cursed: "This rebellious son! He even learned to gamble! And you, you really know how to teach your children! It's only been a few days, and he's already addicted to gambling!"

Mrs. Zhao pulled Zhao Chengshan's sleeve and said, "Now is not the time to talk about this. You should think of a solution quickly!"

Zhao Chengshan pulled down his sleeves: "What can I do? This is one hundred taels! Besides, I have severed ties with him. His affairs have nothing to do with me!"

Mrs. Zhao's eyes widened: "How can you be so cold-blooded! He is your only son, how can you watch him die without saving him!"