“Tu tu tu…”

“Tu tu tu…”

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and a thatched hut stands in the wind. The strong wind passes by and squeaks.

"Who?"

Inside the house, a hoarse and old voice sounded, and it was an old woman.

"I…"

Outside the door, a low and hoarse voice sounded. It was a middle-aged man.

"Who are you?"

The old man seemed to be reluctant to give in.

"I'm Qian Kun."

The man was a little impatient.

"Oh... Qian Kun... Qian Kun... Who is it?"

The old man lay on the door and looked out through the crack in the door.

"I am your son, open the door quickly, old lady..."

The man looked back from time to time, looking a little panicked.

"Ah... son... you are not a foreign horse dealer... why are you back?"

The old woman squinted her eyes, and the night was dark outside, and she seemed to be unable to see clearly.

"The horse is dead, alas, let me in quickly, why are you so verbose?"

The man couldn't wait and smashed the door from time to time.

"Oh... the horse is dead... the horse is so good... why did it die for no reason?"

The old woman asked again, but she still hadn't opened the door.

"Oh, the horse dies when it dies. How do I know how it dies? Open the door quickly!"

The man was quite annoyed.

The old woman talked to the man across the door, asking and answering questions, and the old woman talked, and the man had no choice.

On the other side, a group of people were carrying big swords and heading for the thatched hut.

...

...

"Oh, I said, "My mother, just open the door and let me in!"

The man could not bear it anymore, and the old woman had been nagging here for half an hour.

"Hey...hey...you said earlier...you said earlier...I'll let you in..."

The old woman trembled and pulled the door bolt away.

The man pushed open the wooden door and was about to enter the house.

At this moment, the group arrived and shouted to him: "Qian Kun, stop!"

When Qian Kun turned around, although the night was shrouded in darkness, Qian Kun still recognized the person at a glance.

"Quick! Quick! Close the door!"

Qian Kun flashed in and headed straight for the backyard.

The old woman was confused and tremblingly bolted the door and came to the backyard.

Qian Kun held the steel knife in his hand and his eyes widened.

"Kun'er, are you in trouble?"

The old woman asked in panic.

"No, mom, go to bed, I'll deal with it."

"Kun'er... don't hide it from your mother... tell the truth... are you causing trouble?"

"My mother, this... this... I won't blame me for this..."

"What happened to Kun'er...?"

"well…"

The man sighed and told the story.

"I went to run a horse this morning. On the way, I met Brother Liu Er of the neighboring village. He said to me... "

"say what?"

"He said a new treasure bureau was opened in the city... He also said that he won twenty taels of silver there the day before yesterday... so he called me..."

"You've gone?"

"I...I didn't want to go...Ka...Ka..."

The old woman raised her dry right hand and slapped her in the face.

"I'll beat you to death. If you don't learn well, you can go and make money...I..."

"My mother! Mom! I was wrong. Don't be angry, don't get angry..."

The man threw the knife, knelt down "thump" and hugged the old woman.

"Say! Then what happened?"

"And...and I lost...and lost three or two..."

"Where is the horse?!"

"The horse has settled the debt..."

"You...you...you..."

The old woman trembled all over and pointed at Qian Kun, unable to speak for a long time.

"Why are those people outside looking for you?"

"They are here to ask for debt."

"You want debt? Didn't you pay off your debt?"

"Yes, but they said there was still interest, so they wanted me thirty taels of money in a row..."

The old woman lowered her head and thought to herself, then walked to a big pot, where the soup was rolling in the pot, and the aroma was filled with fragrance.

The old woman picked up the spoon, scooped out a bowl, and walked to Qian Kun.

"Drink the soup!"

Qian Kun looked at the soup bowl and felt sick for no reason.

"My mother, since I was a child, every time I caused trouble, you would ask me to drink a bowl of soup. When I woke up, I would have lost all the troubles. It was like a dream. But when I asked you the reason, you never told me that I would not drink this soup today!"

Qian Kun turned his face and felt as if he was swearing to death.

The old woman looked surprised and her eyes were very clear.

"Okay! If you don't drink it, then you can solve it yourself!"

The old woman put the soup bowl on the table, sat on the bench, and closed her eyes to rest.

Qian Kun glanced at the old woman and stood up angrily.

There was a sound of door smashing outside.

"Open the door!"

"Qian Kun! Open the door!"

“Repay the money…”

“Repay the money quickly…”

Qian Kun stood still and looked back at the old woman. The old woman still closed her eyes and did not look at him.

Qian Kun picked up the steel knife and looked back at the old woman.

The old woman seemed moved.

Qian Kun tightened the steel knife in his hand and walked outward.

The old woman opened her eyes, looked sympathetic, and with a wave of her sleeve, Qian Kun fell to the ground with a bang.

"Son... forgive Wei Mother, Wei Mother still can't let go... Let Wei Mother let you have another beautiful dream..."

After the old woman said that, she grabbed Qian Kun with one hand and placed him on the straw mat in the backyard.

If someone saw it at this moment, he would definitely be shocked and dropped. Who would have imagined that looking at the thin and thin old woman would have such power.
To be continued...