But all this is not without a price. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe days without interest are three months. After three months, there will be a high interest rate every month. And at this time, if you can't pay the money of the boss of the valley, then your trouble will come. Hit half dead, or drop parts - like a hand, a leg, a few fingers, or something...... These "interest" are commonplace. But even if you are beaten half to death, the debt still has to be paid. If you don't have money, you can use the mortgage of your house and land to convert it.

Then you can't help but ask: what if there is no land and houses? Boss Gu never does loss-making business. By the time he decided to lend you money, he had already touched your old bottom. Some people borrow more, and some people borrow less, and that's why.

Although the debt collection is more powerful, Boss Gu himself is deeply respected by everyone. Sometimes, when someone in the family is so sick that the money borrowed from relatives is still not enough to beg Boss Gu, Boss Gu will not let that person make any notes, and the seventy or two hundred will be given directly to the family, and he will not say anything about returning it. When they scraped together enough money to pay it back, before they could speak, he waved his hand and politely sent them out with a cup of tea.

The little uncle walked to the familiar street with his luggage on his back. Boss Gu was lying on the big tree in the yard taking a nap in the afternoon, surrounded by a few followers. Seeing that the little uncle leaned over, the men stood up vigilantly. Among them, there was a man with a narrow and long face who recognized the little uncle, walked not far from the gate and laughed: "Yo, Young Master Ma, don't come unharmed!" ”

"Brother Zhao, don't make fun of me. ...... today" The little uncle stopped talking when he said this, and after glancing at Boss Gu who was squinting and sleeping, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then threw a look at the man with a narrow face.

The long-narrow-faced man known as Brother Zhao understood, walked to the big iron gate, lowered his voice and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Brother Zhao, let me ask you something! Has Ma San'er's arrears been repaid? The little uncle asked in a whisper.

"Ma San'er, return it. Two days ago. That kid doesn't know what kind of he has made recently, and he has made a small fortune......" Brother Zhao thought for a while and replied.

"Paid off?" The little uncle was stunned when he heard this, and spoke again as if he didn't believe it.

"Paid it off. One knot. Brother Zhao nodded, looked at the little uncle who became depressed for a moment, and asked suspiciously: "What's the matter, you are carrying luggage and going far away?" ”

"No~ nothing!" Although the little uncle said that it was nothing, his body fell down softly, as if the strength that had been supporting him all this time had disappeared. This news was suddenly confirmed, but the little uncle couldn't believe it.

"Is that going to be the case? Is that really the case? He asked himself in his heart.

"Lao Zhao, who?" Just when the little uncle was in a trance, Boss Gu's lazy voice sounded.

Brother Zhao hurriedly left his little uncle and ran over: "Big brother, it's that kid from the Ma family~"

"Oh, he! Let him not come later. I, Boss Gu, don't lend to things that are inferior to animals......" Boss Gu turned over and said lazily. Although his tone was flat, it could not hide the majesty of a person in power.

"Hey." Brother Zhao lowered his head in response to Boss Gu's order, turned to the little uncle and winked: "Did you hear that?" Don't you ...... go quickly."

Hua Ye made a fuss in a small gambling hall on the street that day, and the story of the little uncle selling his nephew to pay off his gambling debts has been well known. At this moment, the contempt in Boss Gu's words did not make the little uncle too surprised and uncomfortable. Uncle Xiao is now ******** on how to find the little pillar, and he doesn't care much about other things. He thought that only by finding the little pillar could all these sins be removed, and he would be able to live an upright life again.

Ma San'er didn't expect to meet the little uncle here. Since the little uncle left his house yesterday, Ma San'er felt that it was better to come out and avoid it. So he ran to the small gambling house on the street and was cat. At this time, he felt hungry and went out to buy something to eat. Unexpectedly, the road was narrow, and when I just came out of the intersection, I suddenly ran into my little uncle again.

In view of the little uncle's dazed performance yesterday, Ma San'er quickly stabilized his mind and asked the little uncle with a smile: "Brother Ma, you are here too." Have you eaten, or our brothers will go to the restaurant!"

"Ma San'er, my day, your ancestor!" When the little uncle saw Ma San'er, his eyes were red as if he saw an enemy, and he scolded and pounced.

"What's wrong? Brother Ma, the two of us have no grudges or grudges! What are you doing?" Ma San'er tried his best to run back, but he didn't outrun the little uncle, so he could only resist in vain.

"No grudges, no grudges?" The little uncle pressed Ma San'er while twisting his hand and asked loudly: "You dog|Ma San'er, a black-hearted thing!" Where did the little pillar go!"

Ma San'er's struggling movements froze when he heard the three words of Xiaozhu, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"What? Did I say yes? Scared? Ma San'er, I have always treated you as a good brother, but I didn't expect you to do such a thing as a beast!" The little uncle roared, and opened the bow left and right at Ma San'er. After a few crisp slaps, Ma San'er's face became red and swollen, but the little uncle looked at Ma San'er panting as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Blood snaked down Ma San'er's nose to the corners of his mouth, and Ma San'er couldn't help grinning: "I'm not as good as a beast?" Hehe, hehe, hehe......"

Ma San'er asked rhetorically, laughing louder and louder, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud. After laughing enough, he withdrew his gaze to the sky and looked at the little uncle coldly: "What's the difference?" Your own uncle can sell that child with a clear conscience, why can't I, an outsider? ”

As if angered by this sentence, the little uncle smashed a fist at Ma San'er's nose. The blood flowed even more.

"You fight! If only hitting me would make you more comfortable! But ......" Ma San'er stared at the little uncle, paused, and smiled weirdly: "Even if you kill me, it won't change the fact that you sold your own nephew!"

The little uncle sat paralyzed when he heard this, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to say many, many things, but he couldn't say a single one. Many thoughts wandered through his stomach, but he was dumbfounded. He was speechless about Ma San'er's accusations. Yes, it was he who sold his own nephew with his own hands. What right does he have to accuse others! No, he didn't! He's going to live forever with that sin! He can't hold his head up, and he won't be able to lift it for the rest of his life! The little uncle stretched out his left hand, which had only three fingers left, and began to cry.