49. Debt repayment for the "mountain king of counting birds" plus more

Old Man Lin's hand shook, and the feather duster he raised fell to the ground with a click.

The old face, which was already full of wrinkles, instantly seemed to be a few years older, and muttered to himself: "This matter has come to this point, how can I let you." Listen to what the outside is saying about our Lao Lin family! This is where the old man and the villagers are watching......"

"Dad, mother, our brother Wang'er can't help it!" Wang collapsed on the ground when he heard this, covering his face and crying, crying and crying, and suddenly looked at Lin Yingying who was standing at the door. She pulled her like a demonic barrier: "Mother, why don't we send Yingying out to pay off the debt!" Those people will definitely say yes! ”

Lin Yingying's face was pale, and she looked at her mother with frightened eyes: "Don't it, don't ...... I beg you, mother......"

She threw herself to Wang's side, tugging at her trouser leg and crying. She secretly laughed in her heart a moment ago that Su Luan deserved it, and she had to marry because of her bad reputation. And in the next second, her mother actually said that she would use her to pay off her brother's gambling debts. She couldn't help but tremble at the thought of those people......

Old Man Lin looked at their mother and daughter, smiled bitterly, and sighed for a long time: "Help!" Save that bastard...... Let's sell land, sell land! A desperate roar, as if it had exhausted all his life's strength.

The calculation failed, and the money from the sale of land could take care of Lin Xingwang, but he couldn't take care of his family's Brother Wen. He hung his head, and the resentment in his eyes was like a cluster of oiled fire letters, whirring and burning, and his internal organs were hot.

Early the next morning, the gambling house scoundrel who had come to ask for accounts came to Lin's house early in the morning to call the door.

The fist slammed against the door panel, and the thudding sound shook people's hearts. Old Man Lin pulled Lin Xingwang's collar and carried the person to the gate, and pushed him to the ground: "If you want money, you will take the ten taels of silver first, and the rest will be given ten days." If you want a man, take this beast away. ”

The one-eyed man who sat on the door stone with Erlang's legs crossed sneered: "Old man, the master spits and nails, if you can't see the silver in ten days, just wait to collect his body!" As he spoke, he took a sip at Lin Xingwang, raised his chin, and motioned to his subordinates to take the silver.

After sending away these plague gods, Old Man Lin went to Lizheng's house with the title deed.

As soon as he saw him enter the door, he put the title deed in his arms on the kang, and before he could open his mouth, Master Zhou asked his wife to take out the twenty taels of silver that he had prepared before, and stuffed it into his arms without saying a word.

Old Man Lin looked at him dumbfounded, his lips trembled: "Brother Zhou, you are ......"

Old Man Zhou waved his hand: "Okay, Changsheng, your family's incident is still known to the whole village." My brother knows that you are in trouble, so you take the silver first. As for your title deed, bet on me first. The difference is twenty taels, and when I go back, I can always make it up. Farmer, if this land is gone, what will you rely on to eat?! ”

Old Man Lin's eyes were red, and he couldn't say anything else except "thank you" in his mouth.

Before going out, Old Man Zhou patted him on the shoulder: "This silver, my brother will not lend you in vain." I'm also looking for you for a favor. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at him, and saw that he was listening in a muffled voice, so he continued: "Mr. Qin intends to let the second girl of your family marry from him, and the Lin family is your master after all, you see this matter......"

This silver is heavily pressed in his hand, where can he not be tolerated, Old Man Zhou asked this to give him face, Old Man Lin nodded with a wry smile: "Cheng." ”