Zongling Biography

Chapter 133 Compensation
Ji Sijiu said guiltily: "Uncle and aunt, this was an accident, I'm very sorry."

She continued to shake Ji Sijiu vigorously. She was like a piece of paper, as if she was about to be torn apart.

"You return my child to me, he came here to study well, no matter how you say it, he will be gone!!!"

Sijiu opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain it.

She thought to herself, she should be in the same mood as herself now, right?
They all lost their favorite family members, so she didn't let anyone stop her madness.

She also wanted to vent her anger, but reality did not allow her to do so.

The two children kept crying, "Give me back my brother, give me back my brother."

Just as Sijiu was about to promise them, Qingyuan's mother cried out, "Our daily expenses are all sent back by Qingyuan. He is dead. What will we eat? What will we drink? How do we live? People die. In your house, you have to give an explanation!"

Sijiu's open mouth gradually closed.

She felt a deep pain in her heart.

As a close relative, shouldn't you go to see his body first?

Why, the first thing is to speak?
What is brother Qingyuan in their hearts?
A money-making machine?

She was really sad for him, she clearly remembered that Qingyuan told her that he wanted to be a very successful person, so that his family would not have to suffer anymore.

She saw that the materials of the clothes worn by the family of four were no longer affordable by ordinary people.

The Ji family has always only helped families with extremely poor conditions, and the selection and training standards are the same, otherwise they are orphans.

Because of Qing Yuan's hard work, they are already living well, but why can't they even look at him now?

Ji Sijiu took a deep breath and suggested: "Let's go to see Qingyuan first! He can't enter the mourning hall of Ji's family, so in the yard not far away, we will talk about everything after the funeral. Also, you guys Do you want to bring him back so that it will be convenient for worship, or should I help him choose a place to bury him nearby and not torment him?"

His mother looked at Sijiu questioningly, and shouted, "Take it back? We will never take it back! Let me tell you, don't think that no one dares to do anything to you if you are rich and powerful! I'll take it back, don't you You just don’t want to care about it? People die on your side, you have to pay for it! We, old and young, all point to Qing Yuan earning money to support the family by himself, so you can see how much you can pay!”

Finally, Ji Sijiu lost control of her emotions. She grabbed Qingyuan's mother's arm with her backhand and dragged her out forcefully.

The two children are not too big, and they are even happier when their mother cries so much.

And his father just watched coldly from the side without saying a word.

Ji Sijiu didn't want her to disturb the rest of the deceased, so she asked coldly, "What do you want?"

She got up and patted the dust, pinched her waist with her hands and said, "Compensation!"

"How many!"

She rolled her eyes and thought for a while, then stretched out five fingers.

Ji Sijiu frowned, "Say the number! I know how much your five fingers are?"

She shouted without confidence: "5000 yuan."

At that time, 5000 yuan was an astronomical figure.

Some people's living expenses are only tens of yuan a month, but for the Ji family, 5000 yuan...

As small as a speck of dust.

Ji Sijiu felt more and more cold, 5000 yuan for his son's life.

(End of this chapter)