Chapter 42: Lao Tzu is a wicked man

Now Su Cao knows why their father and daughter are hated?

Dare to lover has a bad character, and he is still a leper in the village.

"Repay, it's only right to repay debts!"

Su Cao laughed more ugly than crying, took 200 yuan and returned it to Miao Blacksmith, and paid the last 700 yuan left on hand to Shen Dashan.

"One jar of good apricot blossom wine is 500 Wen, the second altar is one or two silver, and there are only 700 Wen left for selling pork, Changgui's sister-in-law helped me sew clothes last time and still owes her 20 Wen, Uncle Shen helped me bring 20 Wen to Changgui's sister-in-law, 680 Wen first repays part of the wine money, and I still owe 320 Wen and I do the business to pay it back."

"Su Zhongxian, it's still your daughter."

Shen Dashan waved his hand: "Folks, it's okay to charge a little bit of wine at a cost, so you don't have to pay back the money." ”

"No, no, I will pay it back as soon as I make a profit."

She moved a chair to greet Blacksmith Miao and Shen Dashan: "I cooked braised pork, Uncle Shen, Uncle Miao rarely came to the door, sit down and drink some wine with my father and Dao Chang." ”

Su Caogang felt that the scumbag father was not so bad, and the mud might be able to paste on the wall, and then the debt collectors came to the door two or three times in a row.

The silver has not been covered yet, but it owes the Shen family three hundred and twenty wen.

She even has the heart to kill the scumbag.

The heart is stuffed, she still gave Su Zhongxian face and got them a few more snacks.

Stir-fried with ginger, shallots, and chili peppers, a crispy pork intestine with fresh bamboo shoots; Cut the pig ears as thin as cicada wings, drizzle some marinade, and sprinkle some chopped green onions; A plate of sauced hooves, a plate of deboned meat.

There is wine and meat, and the guests and hosts are happy.

The old Taoist priest of Changqingguan was the last to leave, and before leaving, he also made a lot of sauce pig's trotters from the pot.

"The old Taoist priest is shameless, robbing Lao Tzu's sauce pig's trotters."

Su Zhongxian jumped to his feet angrily: "Stinky girl, you don't care?" These door-to-door debt collectors clearly don't give Lao Tzu face, you are still entertained with wine and meat. ”

Is it reasonable not to repay the debt?

Su Cao rolled his eyes at him: "You owe people money for so long to pay it back, don't you pay some interest?" ”

"Besides, the wine was brought by the Taoist chief, so let's have some snacks to accompany it."

Su Cao taught Su Zhongxian a serious lesson: "Why do you think Shen Dashan and Miao Blacksmith came to our house today?" It was the Taoist who came to the door first, and they came with it. But think about it, Dad, you used to hunt wild game from the mountains and sell it in Mingzhu Town, why didn't they come to the door to ask for silver? ”

Su Zhongxian spread his hands: "Lao Tzu has a bad reputation, and they don't want to have anything to do with our family." ”

"Then why is someone coming to the door all of a sudden now? It was because your daughter joined forces with Shen Yuning, Ye Wenliang was tied up by the Shen family and taken to the ancestral hall, and the wind direction changed. This is a signal, a signal that the people in the village are willing to associate with you. ”

Su Cao's eyes smiled: "I just gave up some snacks, Dad, you sat down with Shen Dashan and Miao Blacksmith to drink." ”

She smiled, like a spring breeze that melts ice and snow.

Su Zhongxian was stunned!

Then, a pair of eyes turned red, and the expression became very strange.

"Who seldom drinks with them? Lao Tzu is a wicked man! ”

He slammed his fist on the door of the stove room, leaving Su Cao and leaving the house.

When Su Cao finished cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks and walked out of the house, he saw Su Zhongxian sitting on the broken fence wall under the moonlit night.

The silver moonlight sprinkled on his broad back, and in the cold wind of early spring, there was an indescribable loneliness in his back.

Su Cao picked up a gravel and threw it over: "Hey, you don't stop so late, and you want to excuse yourself to be lazy with sobering up Ming'er, right?" ”