Yao Qi knew that Han Jincheng was right. He had a high-ranking old mother and a clumsy wife and young son.

The reason why he chose to surrender was because of his future.

This guy is sleek and never competes with others. Even if he suffers grievances, he will bear it alone. When he sees the person who bullies him, he still has a smile on his face and has a style of spitting on his own.

However, time is tight now, and the army cannot be used all the time outside the city.

If Han Jincheng was allowed to do nothing, it would be really undespite.

I have to force this guy to not put some pressure on him. It seems that this guy has no sense of urgency.

Of course, Yao Qi knew that Han Jincheng was afraid of conflict with Park Hyo-yi.

After all, people hold military power in their hands, and trying to kill him is like killing an ant?

Yao Qi couldn't take care of that much, and when he came early, he pretended to be a peddler and came to Han Jincheng's doorstep.

The sound of the peddler's rattle "dongdong" attracted many children to come.

Among them is Han Jincheng's six-year-old son.

The little guy stood at the door of his house and looked at Yao Qi.

Malt sugar was made into various colors and placed on the cargo box. The little guy kept sucking his fingers, and his saliva flowed out.

Yao Qi picked up a piece of malt candy and shook it at the little guy: "Come on, I'll give it to you!"

The little guy seemed a little unable to believe his eyes, and he shook his head slightly: "I don't have money!"

Yao Qi smiled slightly: "I don't have money, I'll give it to you!"

When the peddler said he didn't have any money, the little guy ran over, reached out to take the malt sugar from Yao Qi's hand, turned around and ran into the house...

Malt sugar, a favorite of children.

Sweet food is not something that ordinary children can easily eat.

The child is holding such a large piece of malt candy in his hand, so it is impossible for the adults to ask about it. The first thing they remember is to check whether there are fewer money bags in their home.

Obviously, Han Jincheng is the same.

When he saw his son holding such a large piece of malt sugar in his hand, his anger rose.

It was too difficult to eat at home. The army outside besieged the city, and the little food stored at home might not be enough. All the only salary was used as the chew of the family.

His position is not high, just a low-ranking official.

He refused to exploit the people like those corrupt officials, and could only live in poverty.

If you buy food at a piece of malt sugar, you can save some food for a family of three days.

He stepped forward and grabbed his son, grabbed the candy, and beat him up: "Little bastard, I've called you greedy, I've also learned to steal money."

The child was confused by his father and felt very wronged and burst into tears.

When a child suffers grievance, the first thing he thinks of is his mother.

So the little guy cried loudly and shouted at his mother.

Han Jincheng's wife was working on breakfast. When she heard her son crying hard, she hurried out of the kitchen.

I saw my own messenger man beating a child from afar.

The woman loved her son very much, so she rushed up and fought with Han Jincheng: "You are a terrible thing, except for knowing that you have a son who is full of money on me.

If you have a promising future and earn a fortune for your family, I will follow you and my son will follow you.

He has no prospects and cannot support his wife and children. He has a big temper and doesn't like his son. If you beat him to death, you can beat me to death.

This day cannot be passed...Woooo..."

One crying, two fussing, three hanging, and shrews are useful.

However, it seems that Han Jincheng is a fearful person. When he saw his wife making trouble with him, he couldn't even say a word with a blushing face and thick neck.

When the old mother heard the movement in the yard, she walked out with a trembling stick.

She saw the scene just now. Although she also felt that what her wife said made sense, she still loved her son very much.

I hurried out to smooth things over: "Damn Xiaohu, don't do this, so that the neighbors can see unreasonable jokes. Jincheng, so do you, why do you beat the child early in the morning?"

Han Jincheng really wanted to cry. A big man has been able to survive now and can’t afford the malt sugar that his children like to eat, let alone buy decent jewelry for his wife.

Alas, he sighed: "Mother, look at the malt sugar in Hu'er's hand. It costs a lot of money to be so big. This child can't spoil this problem when stealing money to buy snacks!"

The little guy stubbornly stubbornly defended himself: "I didn't steal money, it was given to me by the peddler at the door."

When Han Jincheng saw his son talking back, he became even more angry: "What the peddler gave to you? Lies, how can there be such a kind peddler? The peddler also wants to make money for food. How can he give to you such a big piece of malt sugar?"

I and my wife obviously agree with his words.

At this moment, his wife stopped making trouble and just hugged her son in her arms: "Tiger, you can't lie. Just steal money, why do you want to lie?"

The little guy was very aggrieved. It was obviously given by the peddler. You just said that I bought it by stealing money, so where can I reason about it?

In a hurry and anger, the child's crying was loud and loud, and he could be heard for miles...

Yao Qi waved over to a casual emblem guard to help him take care of the stall. He took out the gifts he had prepared from the cargo box and walked into the gate of Han Jincheng's house.

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This scene is definitely not much different from what he expected.

For a person with such a difficult family, what he needs most at this time is definitely money.

Money is definitely something that can make people unable to stop.

Especially people like Han Jincheng.

Yao Qi held the gift in his hand and said from a distance: "Oh! Brother Han's family has a wonderful atmosphere of life!"

Seeing that there were guests at home, Han Jincheng's wife and mother hurriedly hid in the inner room with their children.

Han Jincheng was very embarrassed: "Brother Yao...Brother, why are you here? You are making a joke."

"It's wrong to beat the child. I gave the child that piece of malt candy. You really wronged him."

The old lady and the wife in the room finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Yao Qi say this.

The woman hugged her son very much: "It was your father who blamed you wrongly, and my mother who blamed you wrongly."

The child stopped crying at this time, and snuggled in his mother's arms very sensible, stretched out the malt sugar from his hand to my mother's mouth: "Mom, try it, it's so sweet..."

Although the Han Jincheng family is not a bare-sized house, it is also very old and dilapidated.

But even so, his family's conditions are good enough.

The neighbors are all thatched houses, and at least his houses are brick and tile houses.

In the living room, Han Jincheng poured a glass of water for Yao Qi: "It made Brother Yao laugh. There was not even tea for guests at home. There was only a cup of clear water, so I hope I won't dislike you."

Yao Qi sent over and took a sip: "The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. I believe that the friendship between us is much stronger and more mellow than this cup of water, right?"

Han Jincheng looked at Yao Qi with gratitude, leaned closer, and whispered: "Did Lord Yao come for the matter that day?

You also saw that I have a high-ranking mother and a clumsy wife and young son. I really can't make up that determination..."

Yao Qi opened the package in his hand and pushed it over: "Brother Han, three thousand taels of treasure money from the Ming Dynasty, and five hundred taels of silver, which is enough to make your family live without worries."
Chapter completed!