No matter what Qin Haitang said, Tian Minyan didn't ask for the four hundred taels. He only took one hundred taels to pay for the consultation fee and medicine, and bought some Yu Zhengui's medicinal materials for emergencies. After all, Tian Huairen hurt his heart. Who could
I know if there will be any side effects in the future.
As for the rest, she is not a porcelain person, and she doesn't disdain it. She feels disgusted to use this kind of money. The one hundred taels are just the compensation for the medicine that should be paid.
Money is always earned by oneself and can be used with peace of mind and comfort.
"Your Majesty, what do you think?" Qin Haitang looked at the four hundred taels of silver notes on the table and frowned in embarrassment.
"This girl is very proud." Qi Qi glanced at the banknote, pursed his lips and said to Yang Guan: "Yang Guan, put it away. You can buy a lot of silver needles here, and then I can practice your skills with you."
Yang Guan's face turned dark and he put it away without saying a word, making Qin Haitang laugh.
"Young Guard Yang's hidden weapon has become more and more accurate, so Hu Bazi's right hand is probably going to be disabled, right?" Qin Haitang said with a faint smile.
Yang Guan's dark face relaxed and he sneered: "That's natural."
"I wonder how that girl will take revenge and make life worse than death. I'm so curious." Qi Qi suddenly touched his chin and said something, opened the fan and walked out.
But it is said that after Hu Bazi was driven home by his family's entourage, Mrs. Hu received the news and rushed over with a group of wives and concubines. When she saw half a silver needle stuck in the palm of her precious son's hand, she immediately opened her throat and howled. This cry
, the white powder on my face fell down in a swish.
And Hu Bazi's wives and concubines, whether it was true or false, all started crying sadly, and for a while, the room was noisy.
"Please, doctor, please come here, doctor He. Who the hell did this? My son, who dares to hurt you without risking his life?" Mrs. Hu hugged Hu Bazi and cried miserably.
"Mom, are my hands going to be useless? Why can't I feel anything?" Hu Bazi felt that his palms were numb and he couldn't feel the pain anymore.
"What?" Mrs. Hu was shocked when she heard this, and howled even louder: "My poor son, who is it? Tell your mother that she asked your aunt to send someone to kill him."
Hu Bazi was also full of resentment, and told the story of today's events with added embarrassment. At the end, he said: "Mom, do you think my father is an old fool? He actually beat me in front of so many people.
Your son, should I raise my head in front of servants in the future?"
"That old guy, I can't spare him!" Upon hearing this, Mrs. Hu raised her eyebrows and shouted angrily.
"You unscrupulous son, you don't know how you dare to arrange for me when you are about to die, don't you?" Suddenly there was a loud roar outside the door, and the mother and son looked back, only to see Mr. Hu's fat body swept away like a gust of wind.
Come in.
Seeing Mr. Hu, Basi Hu shrank his head and shouted, "Mom, dad wants to hit me again. Oops, my hands are going to be useless."
"You old thing, if you dare to hit my son, just step over my body first." Mrs. Hu immediately opened her hands to protect her like an old hen, and screamed again when she saw the needle in her son's hand.
: "Why hasn't the doctor come yet? Are they all dead?"
"Get out of here." Mr. Hu shouted when he saw a room full of sobbing wives and concubines, which made the veins on his forehead stand out.
When the room was quiet and only his confidants were left, Mr. Hu glared at Mrs. Hu and cursed: "It's all you who spoiled this evil boy. Do you know what good things he has done? He is trying to fool me."
The family is driven to death."
"Isn't she just a village girl? What's the big deal? It's just a matter of throwing two more dollars." Mrs. Hu didn't notice the old man's panic at all, and said disdainfully as before: "Those damn poor devils, give it to him."
Dozens of taels, how many girls can't carry them? You're an old man, but you're still helping outsiders bully my son. I tell you Hu Youqian, if my son's hand is going to become useless, you can give me one as compensation.
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"Damn it, who is this cruel person? How did he prick his good palms like this? Oh, my son." Mrs. Hu slapped her thigh and screamed heartily.
Mr. Hu had a son in middle age. It was not that he didn't cherish his son. It was because he was precious that he valued him more. He was afraid that he would offend someone he shouldn't offend and end up hurting himself.
"Housekeeper Hu, please quickly send someone to write to the second aunt, telling her that her precious nephew was bullied to the point of losing half his life." Mrs. Hu ordered the housekeeper at home: "Let her send an imperial doctor to treat her.
My son's hand, go away quickly. These bunch of country bumpkins are bullying me and no one in the Hu family."
"Yes, I will go right away."
"Stop." Mr. Hu shouted, glared at Mrs. Hu hatefully and cursed: "You are said to have long hair and short knowledge. What do you know? Do you know who is standing behind that girl?"
"Isn't she just a village girl?" Mrs. Hu was so shocked by Mr. Hu's serious face that she cried. Listening to the profound meaning of his words, she couldn't help but ask in a daze.
"What kind of background does a stinky girl from the country have? Dad, you were bluffed and you still have to pay five hundred taels. Why don't you go to Mixiang Pavilion and drink flower wine with me?" Hu Bazi hummed.
"What, five hundred taels, you have too much money and nowhere to spend it? You old thing, have you been smitten by some vixen again, ah?" Mrs. Hu jumped up when she heard this.
"Mom, I know this. She is the shopkeeper of some tea shop. She has such a beautiful figure." Seeing his mother showing off his power, Hu Bazi was happy to see his father defeated so that he could avenge the beating in the street, so he kept fanning the flames.
: "Those eyes are so enchanting that even my son was a little bit fascinated."
"Okay, you're such a nagging person..."
"Shut up, everyone." Mr. Hu was so angry that he shouted loudly: "You bastard, you are about to die and you don't know it. Standing behind that girl is King Xian. Do you know King Xian? Prince An
Even if he is several decades old, he still has to be called uncle. You evil boy, I will beat you to death right now, so that the white-headed man will send the black-headed man to Japan and bring trouble to the whole family." After saying this, he ran around the house to search for the guy.
Wise King?
Hu Bazi was stunned on the spot, and threw his right hand against the wall. The silver needle inserted in his palm penetrated half of the way, causing him to scream in pain.
"Master, are you mistaken? How could the wise king be that village girl's backer? If it were true, that girl would have lost her temper a long time ago." When Mrs. Hu heard her son yelling, she woke up first and asked doubtfully.
"Yes, yes, there must be a mistake."
"What a mistake. Even the woman you are interested in came out of the palace. You do not know how to live or die, you are a fool." Mr. Hu threw the vase in his hand at him.
Hu Bazi was startled and quickly ducked away, shouting: "Mom, help me, oh, my hand is going to be useless."
The room was in a mess. Mr. Hu couldn't touch his son several times. He was so tired that he fell to the ground and murmured: "It's a shame. It's a shame. Now I just ask that person to forget about it."
