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Chapter 1542 Do You Think Money Is Dirty?
With trembling hands, he loosened the wrench and tightly grasped the thousand yuan that the other person had stuffed into his pocket.

"Wow~!"

The banknotes flying in the sky are just like the paper money scattered in the sky during a funeral, and then fall to the ground.

Qin Huairu knew very well what money she could take and what money she could not take. No matter how much she liked money, this kind of money was too hot to hold. She could take it but not spend it.

"I don't want your money, Banggeng, go away, go home~!"

Qin Huairu was not very brave. She didn't want to anger the other party, especially since Bang Geng was still here. If she accepted the other party's money, what would she become? A spy. Even if she died here, she would never do such a thing.

The mother's roar and pushing had no effect. She held the handle of the toy tin train, looked at the money falling from the air, and decisively threw the toy aside.

"Mom, money, so much money, it's all our money~!"

Although Banggeng is very young, he already knows the importance of money. It allows him to wear new clothes, eat meat every meal, keep his sister from going hungry, and buy whatever he wants.

Bang Geng hurriedly bent down to pick up the hot banknotes that Qin Huairu threw away. He didn't mind the heat at all. Instead, he held them against his chest. With shining eyes, he stuffed handfuls of banknotes into his body in a disorderly manner.

The small pocket of his clothes was full of banknotes and mixed with leaves on the ground. It was almost full, so he used the stick to push open his collar and stuff it inside his clothes.

Even if it was blown aside by the wind, he picked it up carefully and smiled happily. As for his mother's roar, he just ignored it.

Qin Huairu looked at her son's performance in shock. She had never thought about it, nor seen that Banggeng valued money more than her, his mother. She was so angry that she was shaking all over and her heart sank.

The middle-aged man smiled and said nothing, just watching quietly by the side. Especially when he saw the change in Qin Huairu's expression, he flicked the ash in his hand.

"Mom, it's good money, why don't you want it? With so much money, our family can eat meat, Xiaodang Huaihua won't go hungry, and we can make sausages during the New Year~!"

He picked up the money his mother had thrown away one by one and checked to see if there was any that was missed. Bang Geng held his belly and looked up at his mother happily.

In the past, the most he had ever gotten was a few cents worth of coins, but this time, he felt like he was really rich. He had a bunch of big black coins that he had never touched and his mother was reluctant to take out. Now he had a bunch of them in his arms.

"Bang Geng, be obedient. We won't take the money. It's dirty. Just go home and be good, please. I beg you~!"

Qin Huairu, like a madman, squatted on the ground, holding her son's shoulders with both hands, as if what she picked up was money, but what she lost was her life.

She picked up the banknotes one by one and put them in her arms, took them out again and continued to throw them away. However, when she threw them, Banggeng bent down to pick them up. He picked up the big black ten on the ground and looked at it over and over again. He felt that the money was not that dirty.

"Mom, don't cry. Uncle is very good to me. I've been eating very well these days. I have meat buns and stewed pork in the morning, roast duck at noon, and eat out at night. I don't want to go back~!"

Being so happy that he doesn't want to leave seems to be the true portrayal of Bang Geng now. He has had enough of the hard life at home. Only when he is with the strange uncle does he know what it means to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks.

Banggeng hesitated and looked back at his uncle. His mother was crying and he was asking his uncle for help. He didn't want to go home yet. He would live his life as usual if he went home, but Banggeng didn't want to live a hard life anymore.

“Pia, snap, snap, snap~!”

Qin Huairu, who was furious, widened her eyes. Her eyes, which were filled with tears just now, became ruthless. She slapped Banggeng on the face, and then started crying and spanking his butt.

"I told you not to listen, I told you not to listen~!"

"Click~!"

Before, the middle-aged man who had been watching coldly stopped watching when Qin Huairu was beaten up. He loaded the gun and pointed it at Qin Huairu's head to help her clear her mind.

While the woman was stunned, the middle-aged man dragged Bang Geng, who had been beaten but did not cry, behind him. The identities of the two people seemed to be reversed, one became the biological father and the other became the stepmother.

"Uncle, don't~!"

Bang Geng, who was pulled behind and protected, bravely came out from behind the middle-aged man again, and pressed the muzzle of the gun downwards with his tender hands.

"Don't hit the child. At least, don't hit the child in front of me. As a mother, look at the life you have led your child to. You should feel guilty~!"

"She has grown up without ever trying meat buns or stewed food. Her child even ate the roast duck bones clean. She only eats steamed corn bread, porridge, and pickled radishes every day. Shouldn't you, as a mother, feel ashamed?" Seeing Qin Huairu calm down, supporting herself on the ground with one hand, looking helpless, the middle-aged man slowly squatted down, shook the gun in his hand, and instead of pointing it at Qin Huairu, he blamed the mother.

"Look, the child is so sensible. Even if you treat him like that, he still knows to protect you. Is it wrong to put money first? I don't think so. He knows what life is like at home. His sisters are often hungry and don't eat enough. Why is that? Is it because you can't earn enough money for the family?"

Holding Bang Geng's shoulders, the middle-aged man pushed Bang Geng in front of Qin Huairu, touched the back of the child's head, and said hurtful words that Qin Huairu could hardly accept.

"Children have their own self-esteem. Their classmates have picture books, new toys, and new clothes every year. Can you give them to them? If you can't, what will your classmates think of your son? His clothes are covered with patches, and his shoes are patched over and over again. Oh, I can't bear it!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at you as a mother, you are such a failure, your son doesn't even dare to tell you when he is bullied and looked down upon at school~!"

With a disdainful smile on his face, the middle-aged man gently tapped Qin Huairu's cheek with his gun. The verbal humiliation made Qin Huairu look at her beloved son in disbelief.

"Is what he said true? Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell mom?"

Qin Huairu shook her son's shoulders, looking like a madman, her heart filled with pain, self-blame, and shock. These words made her, as a mother, even more heartbroken than having experienced a miscarriage.

The middle-aged person pointed out that she was unable to provide her child with the same material conditions as other classmates, which made her feel strongly guilty for not fulfilling her responsibilities as a mother and for being ignorant of her child's experience.

"Mom, I... I'm afraid you'll be sad. There's no money at home, and you're busy at work. I don't want to cause you any more trouble~!"

Banggeng felt a little uncomfortable being shaken by his mother, but he did not avoid her gaze. He looked directly into his mother's eyes full of pain and spoke like a little adult.

Her son's frank words made Qin Huairu's heart feel as if it was stabbed by a knife or struck by lightning. It was even a thousand times, ten thousand times more painful than when Li Feng humiliated her, because this involved her son.

She slowly loosened her grip on Banggeng's shoulders, her body swayed, and she almost fell down. Tears burst out, and her heart was filled with guilt towards her son.

"I am sorry for you. I am incompetent and have made you suffer so much."

Qin Huairu murmured to herself, her voice full of despair. This despair made her feel that as a mother, it was more painful for her to be alive than to die.

"Come and take a look. This one is money, and this one is also money. Tell me, which of these two is noble and which one is dirty?"

The middle-aged man looked at Qin Huairu, whose psychological defenses were broken, with a faint smile on his face. He waved the banknotes in his hand casually, and the thin paper fluttered between his fingertips, as if it was a ruthless mockery of Qin Huairu's current predicament.

Qin Huairu stared blankly at the two bills, her vision blurred by tears, and the faith in her heart was crumbling at this moment.

She has always stuck to her bottom line, but now, her son's experience is like a heavy hammer, shattering the world she thought was solid.

Faced with this cruel reality, she suddenly felt that everything she had insisted on seemed so powerless in the face of her child's happiness.

"Mom, this money is not dirty~!"

Banggeng also took out a banknote, looked at it again and again, and even wiped it on his clothes. He didn't see the dirtiness that his mother and uncle said. It was just dropped on the ground. At most he could just wipe it off.

"Even children understand this truth, but you, an adult, don't. I really feel like a failure for you. Qin Huairu, you have given everything to your family, but what you get in return is the recognition of your children? Banggeng, tell your mother if you want a stepfather. With all the money at home, do we still need stepfathers?"

"No, I don't want a stepfather. My classmates all laugh at me, saying that I live in a new house thanks to my stepfather. My grandma said that I was bullied by my stepfather in exchange for the money, but our life at home is still the same as before. Now that we have this money, we don't want a stepfather, okay?"

After wiping the banknotes clean on his body one by one, Bang Geng put them back into his mother's pocket, with a hint of pleading in his tone. These innocent words were like sharp knives, piercing Qin Huairu's heart repeatedly, leaving her feeling chilled.

As the saying goes, raise boys in poverty and girls in wealth, but being too poor will make children bear family responsibilities at an age when they shouldn't.

Qin Huairu stared blankly at the banknotes in her son's hand, as if she saw all the compromises and struggles she had made for life over the past few days.

Those decisions that I once thought were good for the family now seem so vulnerable in the face of my son's innocent words.

"If you don't take the money, your son will. With your careful training, he already knows the importance of money to the family. In addition, from the moment you didn't cooperate with them, you have already stood on our side. There is no turning back!"

The middle-aged man slowly stood up and gave Qin Huairu, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, a strong push from behind.

(End of this chapter)