The God of Wealth is Bankrupt

The summer is long, and it is almost evening, and the sun is still hanging tenaciously in the sky.

This community has been here for many years, and it is very dilapidated. The light hits the walls, making the outside walls white and peeling.

Yuanxi ate the last popsicle, threw the garbage into the trash can, and went into the stairwell.

The light was still bright outside, but the stairway was dark and damp.

There is no elevator in this community, so he has to climb the stairs by himself. Yuanxi climbed up to the fifth floor in one breath, tired and panting.

Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, before he opened the door, he heard the man's scolding and the woman's begging and crying, coming from the door.

After a pause, Yuan Xi slowly pressed down the door handle.

The house was full of smoke, and there were several glass bottles, beer and white, rolling on the ground.

The man was drunk and pointed at the woman huddled on the ground with a beer bottle. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head to look.

Seeing Yuanxi, the man put down the bottle and smiled inexplicably.

Yuanxi put down her schoolbag, went over, and helped the woman on the ground up. Some places where the woman's skin was exposed were blue and purple, and it was obvious what she had suffered before.

"Bah! Damn dumb! Bad luck!"

The man spit at Yuanxi's figure who helped the woman into the room, raised his head to take a few sips of beer, and fell on the sofa, snoring loudly after a while.

Yuan Xi took the medicine and gave the woman a simple treatment of the wound and entered his room.

The room was so small that it couldn't even fit a wardrobe, and apart from a bed, there was only a shabby table in the room.

There are several books on the table, the original owner used for homework.

The original owner, Xu Yuanxi, was born dumb. The two people outside just now, one was her mother and the other was her stepfather.

The original owner's father died when he was very young. A few years ago, Xu's mother took the original owner to marry Wang Daqiang, her stepfather.

Because in Wang Daqiang's eyes, the original owner was a slacker and was very dissatisfied with her, beating and scolding her at every turn. Mother Xu was cowardly, and she could not avoid domestic violence, let alone protect her daughter.

The original owner's wish was to take his mother to escape from this place and let Wang Daqiang get the retribution he deserves.

Looking at Yuanxi's current situation, Wangcai felt sad, and gave her an idea and said, [Xixi, otherwise you can take Mother Xu and go now. The matter of Wang Daqiang will be discussed later. 】

Yuanxi shook his head, 'Mother Xu won't leave. ’

Every time after the original owner was beaten, Xu's mother would just keep holding her and cry. In the most serious one, the original owner injured her head and had a high fever for several days, and she almost didn't wake up.

The first sentence when I woke up was to take Xu's mother out of here, but Xu's mother refused.

At that time, the original owner's heart was cold.

Several times later, the original owner said that he would take Mother Xu to leave, but Mother Xu refused. After all, this is his own mother, and the original owner could not leave her here, so he had to endure it silently.

And the reason why Mother Xu didn't leave is also very simple, which is ridiculous to say.

Mother Xu's education is not high, she has only attended elementary school for two years, and she does not know all the characters. She only knows that she was educated by her parents in the village when she was a child - she believes that women must be married.

And it's not easy to find someone to marry him with a naturally dumb oil bottle like this, which is why Mother Xu endured Wang Daqiang's beatings and scoldings.

Obviously Wang Daqiang also understands this, so he started his hands without mercy.

After dinner, Yuanxi washed up and went back to the house to do his homework endorsement.

After the homework was finished, it was almost twelve o'clock.