Poor family mother and son

Chapter 508
Meng Yong was so frightened by those pale feet that his heart stopped beating. He opened his mouth to shout, but the person above his head let out a "shh", which seemed to remind him to keep quiet.

Meng Yong still dared to ask with a trembling voice: "Are you... a human or a ghost?"

The man didn't reply, but shook his foot, this action frightened Meng Yong to the point of fainting.

However, before he fainted, he felt that someone was playing with the bun on the top of his head. He wanted to look up, but he didn't dare, so he stiffened his neck and didn't dare to move it.

He felt that "something" who didn't know whether it was a person or a ghost had wrapped something around his bun, and he suspected it was the woolen rope that was half in the pot.

"Don't move." A voice sounded from the corner of the room, Meng Yong trembled, and the chair shook, so frightened that he almost peed his pants.

Looking for the sound, he couldn't see anything, all the oil lamps were shining on him, and the rest was pitch black.

There was a rustling sound above his head, and he guessed that the pot above his head was shaking.

"I told you not to move," said the voice in the corner again:

"One of your chair's legs is short. If you move a bit more, it will touch the oil pan above your head; if the pan is overturned, tung oil will pour on you, and there is fire under your feet!"

Meng Yong really didn't dare to move his neck.

But since there are people in the room, the "ghost" next to the head is not too scary. Meng Yong swallowed his saliva and found that his mouth was dry.

He asked: "Please... Excuse me, which monster, no, no, which hero are you? Why did you bring me here? What is this place?"

The pair of pale feet next to his head flickered and disappeared.

"There are seven lamps under your feet," said the voice from the corner of the room.

Chu Yuan admired Meng Yong's fat face, which was half bright and half dark. The light shone from his feet, making his double chin even bigger.

After Shui Damao frightened Meng Yong, he jumped to the beam to rest, and took back the rope hanging from his shoulders just now.

Gan Lai and Xiao Bao sat behind Chu Yuan and poked him, telling him to get down to business.

Chu Yuan said: "Tell me what you think is the most important thing. If you say something wrong, you will turn off a lamp. If all the lights go out, you will die."

Meng Yong felt something soaking down the top of his head, and he thought it was his own cold sweat.

Meng Yong: "I...I raised a foreign house last year..."

"Shua!" A light went out.

Meng Yong shivered for a moment, and the chair made a "bang", which scared him to sit upright quickly, lest the short-legged chair wobble and get involved in the oil pan above his head.

He felt his neck starting to get sticky too.

Meng Yong didn't know who the other party was, and wanted him to say something, so he tentatively said a "little mistake".

Generally speaking, what men are least afraid of talking about is "lifestyle issues". To them, this is a "little mistake", but the price is the least. Men, who wouldn't steal it?

However, one of the lights went out!
What should I say?
"Old Zhangtou's shop on the East Street was designed by me to frame Huang, and finally received under my name!" Meng Yong hastily said another "mistake".

He didn't offend many people, and if he wanted to offend, he would offend the eldest son. He was just an "old dude" who only cared about eating, drinking and having fun.

"Shua!" Another light went out.

Shui Damao was on the beam, touching the melon seeds in his hand, he was very greedy, but he couldn't eat it, so he had to keep the lights off to create an atmosphere.

Meng Yong was about to cry, the cost of this "trial and error" was too great!
His back also started to feel a little sticky, and the smell of tung oil in his breath became stronger.

Meng Yongzhen cried, and he cried, "What do you want me to say? You are asking questions! I will answer what you ask!"

"Shua!" The third light also went out.

Meng Yong's crying stopped abruptly, and his lips trembled violently.

This is not good, this is not good!
What the hell are you going to say?Why didn't the voice in the corner remind me?
Meng Yong tried to say: "Our second room doesn't have much cash, and the money has to be withdrawn from the company. I have a few shops under my name, and the deeds are in the step stool next to the bed in my bedroom. Turn it over and you can get it." See the dark grid..."

The flame of the fourth lamp flickered a few times, but did not go out.

It seems that it is okay to talk about things related to money, but what happened to the flickering flames?Do you despise your own money?

"The big house, the big house are rich! They are the richest!" Meng Yong shouted hastily, his eyes fixed on the oil lamp.

The oil lamp did not move this time, nor did the flame flicker.

It seems that Dafang's money is only useful!

"I don't know where Dafang's money is kept, but you can easily find out where our Meng's shop is..."

The flames flickered again.

"Dafang's most profitable business is jade, Worth Jade!"

The flames flickered more violently.

"Our Meng family's business is really the most profitable in Voss jade!

Silk, tea, and sesame oil really don’t make much money!
Those are businesses that every family has, and silk is often exploited by the weaving bureau.

Only jade is monopolized by our Meng family, and no other family can purchase in large quantities like our family!They can't get in! "

The flames are steady.

Meng Yong licked his lips, he wanted to swallow his saliva, the strong smell of tung oil made him sick, but there was no saliva, his mouth was very dry.

He continued: "Do you want jade? Let me tell you where it is...Our storehouse is in the northern outskirts of the city, and there are still a lot of jade stones that haven't been unlocked...

If you don’t think it’s enough, then wait a little longer. In two days, my elder brother will go to the country of Voss again. This time he will transport all the iron ingots he saved, and he can exchange for a lot of jade! "

The white "ghost" suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the ground, raising the wick of an oil lamp, and the oil lamp became brighter.

Then the white "ghost" flew away again "swish".

Meng Yong trembled even more violently, even his teeth chattered, making a "cracking" sound.

The "ghost" is still nearby, staring at him!

It seems that you can talk about jade or iron ingots, and it can make the oil lamp brighter and save your life!
The oil lamp at this time is like his "eternal lamp", indicating the length of his life.

Meng Yong closed his eyes, and shouted like beans poured from a bamboo tube:
"Our family's iron ore is transported from Fuzhou Prefecture. There is an iron mine in the north of Fuzhou Prefecture. My eldest brother's third son-in-law is a county magistrate there, and he can help smuggle out a lot...

It's just, it's just that the limelight is too tight this year. The prefect of Fuzhou has changed people. It may not be easy to get iron ingots. My elder brother said that we must quickly sell all the existing iron ingots, otherwise I am afraid that there will be no chance to sell them in the future...

Now the batch of iron ingots has been transported to a small ferry in the south of Songjiang Mansion, where our family's warehouse is located. After my elder brother has prepared all the other goods, we will start from there...

The small ferry is just south of Funan County, board the boat from there, pass through Chongyu Mansion, go ashore at Yibin Mansion, and go to Xinlunzhou by land..."

After speaking in one breath, he opened his eyelids tremblingly: God!The oil lamp is on!
Meng Yong's temples were wet, but he didn't feel hot. Even though it was summer, he still felt cold and shouldn't be sweating.

He tilted his head to wipe the sweat on his shoulders, only to realize that it was tung oil!
(End of this chapter)