In the dirty and dilapidated house, Granta, Graham and other family members fell to the ground, rolling and struggling, crying in pain.
"Money, my money!" Granta wailed with red eyes: "My money, my money, my money! The gold coins left by my great-grandfather, the gold coins left by my grandfather, the gold coins left by my father
, the gold coins I earned, my money, my money!”
Granta's body twitched, and his face became hideous and ugly due to distortion, like an evil ghost. His eyes were red, emitting a fierce light that people dare not look at. His strength was low, even the strength of a human warrior.
Granta didn't know where the strength came from, and her fingers dug deeply into the blue bricks on the ground, scratching deep marks on the bricks.
His nails and fingers were bruised and bruised on the blue bricks, but Granta didn't feel any pain at all. He just twitched in pain and howled, and large tears of blood kept falling from his face.
The other members of Granta's tribe were not much better. His few brothers were also twitching in pain. They stared at the empty and open entrance of the tunnel and screamed in despair, like lone wolves who had lost their spouses.
Howling sadly.
"My money, my money!" these Granta brothers and sisters screamed: "Granta, pay us back, pay us back!"
Two ugly middle-aged women rushed towards Granta, and their sharp claws fiercely scratched his face, cutting his old face, which was not very handsome in the first place, to pieces. Blood came out quickly,
Granta, who was in despair and pain, jumped up angrily. He clenched his fists and hit his two sisters head-on.
"It's your fault, it's your fault!" Granta wailed: "You must have robbed me of my money, it must be!"
Graham stared at the entrance of the tunnel, the fat all over his body twitching violently, his eyes turned white, and the corners of his mouth slowly opened, and a hysterical wail like a cuckoo crying for blood poured out of his mouth crazily!
"Granta, you old immortal, you old miser!" Graham pointed angrily at Granta who was fighting fiercely and roared: "It was you who asked me to store all my money here, and you used the patriarch's money.
In name, all clan members' money is required to be stored together. You said that it is safer to put this money together! I gave you more than half of my property for safekeeping, but my money! My money! My money!
"
Graham jumped up angrily. He was beating like a fat toad. His muscles were shaking violently, and he was wailing at the top of his lungs: "My yellow gold coins! My white silver coins! My shining and lovely copper coins."
Ah! I can’t bear to eat, I can’t bear to wear, I can’t bear to find a woman, I can’t even bear to find a wife, lest they spend all my money!”
Like a whirlwind rushing over, Graham jumped on Granta's body and strangled Granta's neck with both hands. He grinned and roared: "I work hard, be careful, and save money so I can make money easily."
The money I took out, all the profits I made for the family in the past few years, and my own money are all gone, all gone, all gone!"
Granta rolled her eyes as she was pinched by her biological son. He made a "gurgling" sound in pain and his body twitched.
The other tribesmen rushed up and punched and kicked Granta. These tribesmen, who had fallen into despair and were in a state of madness because they had lost all their wealth, did not strike lightly at all, and many punches and kicks were aimed at Granta's fatal vitals.
He greeted me.
Fortunately, these tribesmen of Granta are quite weak. Many of them are not as strong as ordinary teenagers due to long-term malnutrition. So although they surrounded Granta and beat him randomly, Granta survived by luck.
Come down.
But Granta had the power of a warrior of high status, and he strangled Granta tightly. This almost strangled his father to death.
Granta let out a desperate cry. The moment he was about to be strangled to death by his own son, he pulled out the knife used to cut bread and ham from his sleeve, and stabbed Granta hard with the knife.
Blood spurted out on Mu's thigh, and Graham howled in pain. He covered his injured thigh and retreated sharply, then howled at the top of his lungs.
"My silk tights! Tights that cost three hundred gold coins! You damn old thing, you broke them! You ruined a pair of tights that cost three hundred gold coins! My money, my money,
My money!"
All of Granta's clansmen looked at Granta at the same time. They were all wearing long robes made of coarse cloth or linen. Although each of them had a net worth of one hundred thousand or hundreds of thousands of gold coins, their clothes were just like ordinary people.
Poor farmers are no different.
For a long time, everyone has been disgusted with the gorgeously dressed Graham. Everyone thinks that he is the family's prodigal son, the biggest prodigal son. But because they really have no discernment about various luxury goods, they have always been
I thought that the clothes on Graham's body, such as his silk trousers, only cost two or three gold coins at most.
Suddenly, they heard Graham say that his trousers were worth three hundred gold coins, and everyone's eyes instantly turned red!
"You damn guy!" a middle-aged man roared angrily: "When we are frugal and save money for the family. When our children can only eat gruel! When we are sick, we all
When we can only drink a lot of water to lower our body temperature and are reluctant to take some medicine! When we can only live on a thin animal skin in winter!"
Another middle-aged man looked at Gram with bitterness and hatred, and howled hysterically: "You damn prodigal son, three hundred gold coins for trousers! Three hundred gold coins for a pair of trousers? This is enough for all our tribesmen.
It’s been a good five or six years!”
Several middle-aged women, they were all Graham's aunts. These old women, who had aged prematurely, had ugly faces, and had no trace of makeup on their faces, jumped up like ghosts and rushed towards Graham crazily.
.
"We are living so frugally, why can you wear trousers worth three hundred gold coins a pair?" These old women waved their sharp claws and clawed hard at Gram. Looking at their desperate energy,
They had the urge to completely disfigure Graham and claw out his eyes.
Graham angrily pulled out a dagger and waved it around wildly. He shouted loudly, threatening these old women who were in a state of madness. His heart was full of grievances, full of melancholy, and a feeling that he had done something for his family.
He has made great contributions but is not understood by his family.
Three hundred gold coins a pair of silk tights, is this what he is willing to wear?
Was it not because he, Baron Graham, wanted to do business with those upper-class nobles that he bought the title of a nobleman and put on this glorious outfit? Without such a valuable thing, which nobleman would be willing to be with him?
Dealing with Mu?
In the past five or six years, Graham has only had three sets of attire that he can use! As a dignified baron, the owner of millions of gold coins, he only has three sets of luxurious attire that can be used to meet people!
These damn guys, these parasites who enjoy their wealth, these scum of the family, they know nothing!
They only know to keep asking for gold coins! Gold coins! Gold coins!
In addition to spending money, what else do they do? Of course, Graham also admitted that these damn guys don't spend much money. There are many people whose whole family only spends two or three gold coins a year. Compared with many
The ordinary people in the city, even the poor in the slums, need to save much more.
However, because they are members of the family and because they have a certain share in the family business, for every gold coin that Graham earns, they have to deduct a layer of gold dust from it! Over the years,
, Graham has been exploited by them for hundreds of thousands of gold coins!
"Hit me, hit me hard!"
A wave of anger rushed up in Graham's heart. He jumped up hysterically, waving his dagger and forcing several old women to retreat, and then shouted loudly to his dozen or so guards. Graham's guards
He rushed up with a gloomy expression and beat up the tribe members of Gram.
Although Gram's guards are really not good, they are just one of the weakest mercenaries in Port Vias City. However, these people still have the strength of a person or even a lower-level person. Facing the Gram family
This group of ordinary people can easily defeat one of them in two or three strokes.
Gram roared angrily and kept giving orders to be beaten to death. Therefore, these guards were really merciless. They twisted the arms of the Gram tribe members, kicked their thighs, and broke their ribs.
They were beaten until they vomited blood and fell to the ground in embarrassment.
Even Granta had an arm broken and fell to the ground crying.
Graham spat heavily on the ground. He glanced at these tribesmen with disgust, glanced at Granta with an emotionless gaze, and muttered in a dark and sinister voice: "Father, that's it.
!You failed to fulfill your promise, our money, all our money, is gone! Then, let’s separate our families! From now on, my business is my business, I will no longer care about you, and you don’t have to worry about it anymore.
Leave me alone!"
Taking out a silk handkerchief and wiping his nose fiercely, Graham said ferociously: "You are all a bunch of paupers now, but I am different... I still have two million gold coins in the bank of the Jinbei family.
You can just die in poverty, I will still be Lord Baron Graham!"
With a cold snort, Gram turned around and left. His guards stared at Gram's clansmen and made a few rude gestures, then tightly surrounded Gram and left the small town filled with mournful sounds.
courtyard.
Granta howled at the top of her lungs: "Gram, you damn bastard, come back to me, come back to me!"
And other tribesmen also shouted: "Split the family, Granta, split the family... There is no way we can survive this day!"
Granta was stunned, and then he vomited out a mouthful of blood. (To be continued)
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