139 Breaking the Dust (2)
19 awe-inspiring should be, although Ye Qingshu said that he might as well chop off one of the owner's hands, but it was too big and the impact was not good, he had to grasp this degree.
Ye Qingshu said that he might as well chop off the hand of the owner of the gambling house, but such a trivial matter, he can only do it by chopping other people's hands, and it is estimated that he will not be far from being chopped by Ye Qingshu.
Ye Qingshu handed a purse to Fangcao, and Fangcao handed it to Yijiu, who bowed and retreated.
Ye Qingshu looked at Sijiu again, "Find a beggar and tell the people watching the excitement that Zhu Dahu's concubine is pregnant, and she is throwing money at the gate, and she has crushed silver."
"How did the girl know that Zhu Dahu had a new concubine......
In Ye Qingshu's smiling gaze, Sijiu shut his mouth and ran down quickly.
Fangcao looked at his back very puzzled, "Girl, how could the king of Hengyang County leave such a guard by his side?" β
Ye Qingshu raised his eyebrows, "Maybe, adjust your mood?" β
It's also a pleasure to have a fool around and tease it once in a while-
After a while, the crowd was in an uproar, and in a moment, it was like a tide rushing towards Zhu Dahu's house.
Ye Laosan and the others exchanged their heads and ears, and estimated that they felt that the 10,000 taels shouted on their lips were far less than the copper plates and broken silver that they could pick up casually, and they also ran away.
Not long after Ye Laosan and the others ran out of Daye Hutong, they saw several fierce men holding murder weapons such as steel rods and machetes, and they were coming towards them with great momentum.
Those strong men, Ye Laosan is very familiar with them, and they are a few thugs in Wanjia Casino.
Seeing them, Ye Laosan only felt that the old injuries on his two hands were faintly painful, and he instinctively turned around and ran back.
His son has become a big official, as long as he sees his son, those people don't dare to let go of a fart!
The strong men quickened their pace, blocked his way, and said with a smile, "Want to run?" Pay back the money, run as you want! β
Xu Laosan's legs were weak, "I don't have any money!" When I have the money, I will pay it back! By all means! β
"No money? Bah! Who in the whole Yingchuan doesn't know that your son is a big official! Wear gold and silver! You are his son, and you have no money? What about liars! Chop off one of his hands for me, and see if he's still honest! β
Ye Laosan still has to plead, but those strong men were originally ordered to take his hand, not to repay the money at all, how could they listen to his nonsense.
The two stepped forward to restrain him, and the other hand raised the knife and fell, blood sprayed on his head and face, and Ye Laosan howled like a pig.
Several of his uncles and brothers were so frightened that their legs went limp, and they stumbled and fell straight back, and there was no one who dared to speak for him.
The strong man who cut off his hand smiled fiercely, "This is a lesson for you, if you don't pay back the money tomorrow, you will have your other hand, brothers, go!" β
Ye Laosan grabbed his bare arms and screamed, rolling on the ground, not hearing what he said at all.
Ye Laosan's uncles and brothers didn't dare to approach him at all when they saw his miserable appearance.
Ye Laosan howled, fainted in pain, and lay on the ground without moving.
His uncles and brothers looked at him for a while, and then they made sure that he had fainted, and then they began to deliberate.
One asked, "What now?" β
"The blood is still flowing, I want to find a doctor-"
Another interrupted him, "Looking for a doctor? Do you pay? β
The former one was silent, and another said, "You carry him back, I'll go find the wild seed, his father has become like this, he doesn't care, who cares?" β
A few people pushed and shoved for a while, Fang pushed out two young and strong ones to carry Ye Laosan back, and the others walked towards Daye Hutong.
The door of the patriarch's house was still tightly closed, and several people patted the door for a long time but no one answered, and shouted angrily, "Ye Laosan's hand was cut down by the people in the gambling house!" That wild seed dares to care? Let the wild be planted! β
There was no sound behind the door, they had no choice but to continue shouting, and gradually, a large group of people gathered next to them to watch the excitement.
They ran to the door of Zhu Dahu's house, they didn't even see the shadow of Qian, they gathered around the door of Zhu Dahu's house and cursed the rumor-monger, Zhu Dahu angrily sent the nursing home to drive them with sticks, just when they heard that Daye Hutong was lively again, so they ran back again.
Ye Laosan's uncles and brothers saw that there were more and more people watching the excitement, and they became more and more confident, and they became more and more energetic.
In the small front garden of the patriarch's house, Ye Qingshu frowned at Ye Qingcheng, who was expressionless, and said, "Brother Seventeen, have you heard, they said that the person who asked for the debt in the gambling house cut off your father's hand, and I don't know if it's true?" β
Ye Qingcheng was silent and spoke, "If you owe money and pay it back, if you can't pay it back, if someone can cut off his finger, they will cut off his hand one day."
If you don't cut it today, you will cut it one day, and even those people have threatened to sell him countless times to pay off his father's debts, it's not that he is still clever, and he has long been a slave.
Ye Qingshu showed a smile on his face, but he sighed in his mouth, "If your hand is cut off, there will definitely be a lot of blood, and if you bleed so much, maybe you will die!" β
She said and stared at Ye Qingcheng tightly, Ye Qingcheng didn't answer, her face was condensed, as if she said that it was not her father who was going to die, not a person, just ants moving on the side of the road, and flies flying in front of her.
"Brother Seventeen, have you ever hated someone so much that you hate him so much that you want him to die?"
Ye Qingshu said without waiting for Ye Qingcheng to answer, his elbows propped up the stone table, his chin rested on his cheeks, and his eyes were far away, "I have, there are many, but unfortunately I am still too young and not capable enough, so I am waiting for myself to grow up, and when I grow up, one by one, let those people die without a place to be buried!" β
By the end of her speech, her face was already ruthless, and her voice was even more cold.
The figure of Yijiu outside the pavilion appeared, and Ye Qingshu suddenly smiled sweetly at Ye Qingcheng, "Brother Seventeen, do you say it's okay?" β
For the first time, Ye Qingcheng raised his eyes and looked directly at the noble lady in front of him who was once like a cloud on the horizon, but now he was sitting opposite him.
The little girl's bulging face has not taken off childishness, but she has faintly seen the posture of his day, and a pair of apricot eyes that encompass the beauty of the world are staring at herself, shining, like the morning star rising in the sky when the summer night is about to dawn, more dazzling than the sun in the daytime-
She's waiting for her answerβ
Ye Qingcheng's gaze fell on her hand holding her cheeks, those small hands were slender and white, delicate and dusty, these hands had solemnly written three words in his palms, Ye Qingcheng-
Qingyun is straight up, the future is splendid, Ye Qingcheng -
And his so-called father, his dirty and disgusting hands, would only pour wine on him at a young age, beat him endlessly, and now one of those hands was cut off......
"Good".
He heard himself say, steady and indifferent, clean and neat, without a trace of trembling and hesitation, as if he had simply decided a good word, not the life and death of his own father, but just whether to go to bed early at night, so simple and easy......
Ye Qingshu's smile was even worse, and he almost nodded to Yijiu and got up, "Brother Seventeen, let's go and see how the patriarch and my father discussed, right?" β