A prostitute is about to turn over

Chapter 25
Song Yizong looked at his son heartbroken, beating him, he couldn't bear it, and cursing him, it was useless.

He slowly and painfully told his son about the current situation in the mansion.

When Song Yubao heard this, he opened his mouth wide and said in surprise, "Father, you are really good. You can lose a few million taels in one fell swoop, bull!" After speaking, he gave his father a thumbs up to express his admiration.

After a pause, he suddenly screamed: "Father, what did you just say? We have no money? We only have three months' food left?"

Song Yizong nodded, his face full of sorrow.

The family business of the Song family is so big, with tens of thousands of acres of fertile land, shops all over the country, and a huge income.

Only in the past ten years, the Song Mansion has been on the road to decline.

It was calculated that after the accident of the second brother Song Yifeng, the old man lost his beloved son, so he began to lose his mind to take care of the family affairs, and let the prodigal sons in the mansion go to waste.

It's too late to regret it now.

Suddenly, Song Yubao jumped up, his face couldn't hide his excitement, and said: "Father, Fatty Hai told me today..."

"Really?" Song Yizong was a little skeptical. A boy around ten years old stole 80 taels of silver notes from Fatty Hai. This is simply unbelievable. Who is Fatty Hai?How could you miss this hand?
"Really, and this person is in the Song Mansion" Song Yubao nodded
Song Yizong raised his hand and stroked his mustache, thinking to himself, this 80 taels is not a small amount, if so. . . . .

Song Yizong's brows that were originally knit together relaxed a little.

. . . . . .

In the most dilapidated courtyard in the Song Mansion, the overgrown weeds have disappeared, the holes in the roof have already been repaired, and the interior furnishings are extremely luxurious, with everything you need. No one would have imagined that here, a few months ago, it was a different scene. picture.

The sky is blue, white clouds are floating, and the breeze is blowing.

In the small courtyard, Yu Ling is lazily lying on the bench, with roasted chicken legs in her left hand and fresh juice in her right hand. This fresh juice is squeezed with her extraordinary inner power palm, and dripping is precious.

Life! !It should be enjoyed like this, why is she stealing?What is she betting for?What is she working hard for?It's not for meat to eat and good fortune to enjoy.

Just as she was eating so much that the corners of her mouth were dripping, a change in the corner of the wall made her stop. She threw the chicken legs back into the plate, took the cloth towel beside her, wiped her mouth and hands, and said in a loud voice, "Come in."

While the figure was shaking, a beautifully dressed woman flashed in front of her.

(End of this chapter)