In July, Jing Jiren, who had been detained for several days, was released and returned home. He was skinny, covered in scars, and looked dull. He looked at the empty warehouse, stables, and cowsheds, and bumped his head against a pillar.
Two days ago, officials from Songfan Mansion took away all the grain, cloth, cattle and horses, and auctioned off all the land. A merchant from the county took it into his bag at the lowest price of five thousand taels of silver; the grain, cloth, and all the land were confiscated.
The government treasury; the cattle and horses were either sold as farm cattle or sent to the slaughterhouse... There were only two big yellow dogs left, tied with iron chains, breathing hot breath with their tongues hanging out. They seemed to have lost their former majesty.
The government is so eloquent that anyone who dares to collude with the bandits will be punished with bankruptcy and will be punished forever!
Jing Jiren died. His eyes were big when he died, as if he couldn't understand everything in the world. He stared again before he left - the pursuit of stolen goods, fines, and bails drained every piece of flesh and every drop of blood from his body, down to the bone marrow.
.....
Under the scorching sun, strong winds blew and heavy rain began!
The little fat man wore sackcloth and wore filial piety, and sent away his father who was swallowed up by the disaster. His once pot-bellied father was as thin as a reed stick - anger rose in his chest and burned blazingly. In the cold rain, his head, his heart, and his
His internal organs were all hot, and his mouth was almost deformed...
After the funeral, Mrs. Feng gathered everyone to make arrangements for the aftermath. There were some valuable utensils left in the house, along with the two big wolf dogs, which were distributed to the housekeeper and servants as wages, so that they could find other customers.
The concubine also had to live. Mrs. Feng asked her to take the two girls back to her parents' home, and it would be up to her parents to decide whether to keep them or marry them. The concubine may also have some private money hidden away, but the amount must not be much, just a few flowers.
, not worth much money, Mrs. Feng took off the gold earrings she was wearing, gave them to her concubine, knelt down and begged her, no matter how hard it was, she would definitely raise the two girls, even if they became maids, she must not
The concubine knelt down, called her sister, hugged her and cried.
After sending everyone away, Mrs. Feng sat down slumped, not daring to imagine her own tomorrow. Husband and wife are birds in the same forest, they fly separately when disaster strikes, she can't fly, she has a fat little belly, she has a grudge against her husband, and she has a future.
Clear the debt...
I had no sleep all night. The rain beat down on the banana trees, making my heart miserable, and the wind blew the solitary lantern and the ape's voice sounded sad.
After drinking some rice porridge in the morning, Mrs. Feng gathered her silks and satins into a pile, wanting to set them on fire. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, so she took Xiao Pangdun to the tenants' houses in Quanxia Village and gave one to their women.
Cut it out and use it, and ask the little fat man to kneel down and kowtow, saying that you are a patron, and you will take good care of the places that you usually treat poorly - there are some rough household items left at home, pots and pans, etc., if you don't mind, take them and share them.
Later in the afternoon, the couple cleaned up the yard, took out two bags of ration noodles from a press, placed them outside the yard, locked the door, and went to Jing Dezhen's house to hand over the keys.
Jing Dezhen was puzzled: "Fat mother, what does this mean?"
Mrs. Feng said: "Please uncle, let me pay off the debt with the house! The house is a good house. Your family is large and full of children and grandchildren. It will be used in the future. The nephew and wife are incompetent and can't afford the money to pay back."
Jing Dezhen couldn't help but said: "You two just stay together and make a living slowly. I'll find a way to help you. I'll deal with the debt later. Ji Ren has collapsed. You have to hold on until the little fat man grows up."
, all the hardships will eventually come to an end!"
Mrs. Feng was determined, saying that she and Xiaopangdun didn't need such a big yard. She was in debt, and her heart felt heavy and she couldn't breathe. She couldn't eat and couldn't sleep. She knelt down and begged Jing Dezhen to take the key.
Jing Dezhen saw that she was proud and strong, and couldn't bear to resist, so he agreed, and asked with concern where she was staying, what her plans were, and if she could help.
Mrs. Feng was very confident, and she only said that she should not worry about her uncle. Firstly, she would not commit suicide, and secondly, she would not live on the street...
After the delivery was completed, the couple picked up a bag of flour, walked for a while and put it down, then turned around and picked up another bag. They moved toward the Jiannan Gate like ants moving. They were sweating and panting. When they arrived at the Jiannan Gate, the disciple on duty took it over and took it.
Go see Gou Shiyun.
Mrs. Feng took Xiao Pangdun to her knees and begged Gou Shiyun to take her in.
Mrs. Feng said that she owed Master Gou a huge sum of money and did not dare to leave her and run away. She was still in debt, so she was willing to be a slave and raise the little fat guys. She looked forward to becoming successful in the future and repaying this huge sum of money. She and Xiao Pang
She doesn't sell her body, and selling her body won't be worth much money. She knows how to sew, mend, wash, and wash. She doesn't want wages. She just wants Master Gou to have a place and continue to teach Xiao Pangdun how to practice swordsmanship...
In Gou Shiyun's mind, fifteen buckets were used to fetch water - seven up and eight down. He originally despised Jing Jiren and was not willing to teach Xiao Pangdun martial arts, so he deliberately charged him double the tuition fee. In the meantime, he was beaten several times because of his children.
After meeting him for the first time, I felt that this person was quite reliable, so my attitude changed. At the end of last year, when he was attending weddings and funerals, Jing Jiren helped a lot and even took out 500 taels of silver notes as a spare. He respects me.
I respect people as much as one foot, so when Jing Jiren compensated Jingtang Mu, he generously lent him seven hundred taels. When Jing Jiren was in jail, when Mrs. Feng rescued his life, he dug out another three hundred taels. It turns out that
Thinking that Jing Jiren's family has a great cause and a thousand taels of silver is not a problem, but in a blink of an eye they have lost all their money and money, they can't help but sigh with regret. There is no hope of repaying the money. If we talk about salary compensation, it will not be enough in a lifetime. When the little fat man becomes successful,
The hope is slim, and Cheng Daqi can't see the slightest hint of it - one thousand taels of silver is not three pigs and two sheep!
But what can we do? The richest man in Shengquan Village in the past is now penniless. Even if he kills her, he can't get out a hundred and eighty taels of silver. Alas! Accept your misfortune! The little fat boy may be of some use when he grows up. My wife
After his death, Jiannanmen is also in need of a woman. It would be nice to be able to mend it, but Mrs. Feng is used to pampering herself. Can she endure the hardships?