After breaking off the marriage, the Zhuangyuan Lang who was picked up was dressed weakly every day

Chapter 25 Indebtedness

On the same night, some people were enjoying themselves, while others were bankrupt or even heavily in debt.

Early the next morning, after coming out of Jucai Gambling House, Meng Er's fingers changed from nine to eight.

The burly man at the door looked down at him and said: "Meng Er, you have five days to pay back the debt you owe! Otherwise, hey, what I want to chop off is not just a finger as big as this!" "

Meng Er's face was as white as paper, lying on the ground, holding his severed finger and crying: "It's impossible... It's impossible... It's impossible that I can't win even once! Impossible! There's a scam in your gambling shop! Yes, yes, yes! There's a scam. !”

He must have lost his mind after losing, so he was so arrogant and unscrupulous in front of other people's territory.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, one of the burly men stretched out his foot and kicked him, "Fuck you! You can't afford to lose, can you?"

Meng Er was kicked so hard that he rolled twice on the ground, grinning in pain.

The faces of the people who had just come out of the gambling den were either lost or numb. Seeing him rolling on the ground, no one came forward to help him.Even Li San, who had known him for many years, just shook his head when he saw Meng Er in such misery.

If Meng Er hadn't been too complacent and gambled so much, he wouldn't have lost all his money in a short time.

Since it was a big market day, there were many people passing by and many onlookers.

"You'd better be obedient and send the money in five days, otherwise your mother and your sister will never get over it!"

In full view of everyone, after the sturdy man finished speaking, he spat, turned and left.

After a while, the onlookers watched the excitement gradually dissipate. Meng Er was sweating profusely. He covered his bloody fingers and dragged his body, which was disabled for the second time, back to Qingshui Village.

Aunt Meng got up early in the morning and just came back from picking herbs from the mountain. She walked to the fence gate of the yard and was about to push the door open when she saw Meng Er appear at the corner of the wall.

Her eyes were immediately attracted by Meng Er's action of covering his hands.

Nothing else, because his familiar actions really frightened her.

Aunt Meng rushed towards Meng Er.

After seeing clearly that he was really missing another finger, Aunt Meng screamed: "Erlang! You, you went gambling again? Oops! I can't live anymore, I really can't live! Erlang, why are you so useless? You How can you be worthy of your dead father like this!"

If he had been scolded by his mother, Meng Er would have said, "Let's just gamble, there's nothing to fuss about." But today, when Aunt Meng was crying and howling, Meng Er lowered his head, as if he knew he was wrong. look like.

After all, he still needs money to pay off his debts.

Aunt Meng panicked when she saw him like this.

She stopped crying, and then said in a horrified voice: "Where did you get the money to gamble?" Since no money was stolen from the Shen family, her son had been trapped at home for many days without going out.

Meng Er raised his bloodshot eyes, glanced at his mother, lowered his head and said nothing.

Seeing that something was going wrong, Aunt Meng didn't care to look at the injury on her son's hand and trembled: "You couldn't have taken it..."

Before she finished speaking, Aunt Meng staggered towards home carrying the bamboo basket on her back.

She rushed into the kitchen, where Meng Xiaomei was cooking in front of the stove. When she saw her coming in, she called out to her mother. Aunt Meng did not answer and walked straight towards the depths of the firewood pile.

Meng Xiaomei stood up helplessly, watching her mother hurriedly push away several large bundles of firewood in the corner, and then opened up some clumps of hay, revealing a black clay pot.

Aunt Meng opened the lid of the clay pot and touched it inside. Her face turned pale in an instant, and only one of her eyes was wide open. Her eyes became frightened and angry.

Seeing her frozen in place, Meng Xiaomei asked: "Mom, what's wrong?"

Aunt Meng seemed to be brought back to her senses by her words, turned around and rushed out of the house.

Meng Xiaomei heard her mother scream, and then she cried: "Damn you, what kind of evil did I do in my previous life! Why did I give birth to a son like you? Do you know that this What kind of money is it? Huh? You just stole it, and you stole it for gambling!"

While shouting, she hit Meng Er. Although it was a beating, he was her biological son after all, so she was not cruel.

But Meng Er was already hurt, and after being beaten, he couldn't help but get angry: "What money? Isn't it the money you saved? Just use it, you can't earn it anymore!"

Aunt Meng raised her hand and slapped him hard on the back, "Earn it? Do you think money is so easy to earn? Why don't you go earn it?" Meng Er was silenced by his mother's question and stopped talking.

Aunt Meng still harbored an untimely hope in her heart, "With such a big sum of money, you...you won't lose it all, right?"

But reality is cruel.

Even despairing.

Meng Er not only nodded, but also said: "Mother, I still owe a large debt to the gambling house. They give me a limit of five days to pay it off. Mother, please help me find a way, otherwise my son's life will really be lost." ”

Aunt Meng's already pale face turned even more pale, and there was deep fear in her eyes, "How much debt do you owe?"

"Two hundred."

"How many?"

"Two hundred."

When Meng Er finished speaking, Aunt Meng was furious. She raised her hand and hit Meng Er hard on the face.

Meng Er staggered and was knocked to the ground by his mother.

No matter how angry Aunt Meng was, she never slapped Meng Er in the face. Seeing the unusual atmosphere in the house today, Meng Xiaomei stood by the kitchen door, grabbing the corner of her clothes, looking at a loss.

Meng Er took advantage of the situation and sat on the ground and said in a playful manner: "I owe everything. If you don't want your son's life to be ruined by them, you should quickly find a way to get the money together within five days!"

Aunt Meng sat down on the ground and cried: "You really want my life, you want my life! Just sell my life, you can take my life, one life for another!"

Meng Er glanced at his mother a few times. For some reason, he saw that although his mother was crying sadly, he felt that his mother could give him a solution to the problem.

As for what method, he couldn't think of it at the moment.

But he suddenly remembered that a few years ago, a nobleman from Lin'an Mansion came to give money to his family.

And that noble man...

Meng Er said whatever he thought of: "Mom, why don't you go to Lin'an Mansion again and ask that noble man for his money back?"

Aunt Meng was startled and cried, "What did you say? How did you know this?"

Meng Er said "Ouch", "She was dressed so well and she came in the middle of the night. Naturally, I wanted to know which kindhearted person she was from, so I followed her for a few steps and watched her enter the city..."

Having said this, Meng Er had an idea flash in his mind and said, "From Lin'an Mansion? Could it be related to the one from the east end of that village?"

"The one at the east end of the village" refers to Qiuwang Garden.

Aunt Meng stepped forward suddenly and covered Meng Er's mouth, "Don't fart with your mouth full! Shut up!"

Meng Er looked at his mother's panicked eyes so close and stopped talking.

In the same village, the Meng family no longer talks about what happened at the east end of the village, but the family at the east end of the village is making a fuss at the moment——

"This is good!"

"This one is better."

"Let me tell you this."

"Qilang, would you like to comment on which embroidery pattern is the best? I think this one is better, Zhuzhu said this one, and Yang Langjun and Mu Jin also think this one is better."

Qin Yuehuai looked at the three crude paintings and felt that his eyes were not as good as those who were blind.

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