Chapter Ninety-Eight: Intentions

There is a bill signed by Wu Yi himself, which is 8,970 taels that cannot be relied on.

The Wu family sat at the table, their four faces mixed with the firelight, gradually blurring into a cloud of smoke, no one could see the other person's expression clearly, I don't know if there was water in their eyes, or the other party's face was covered by charcoal smoke, and they couldn't see it clearly.

Stepping on the ground, it is like stepping on a cloud, soft and unreal.

Only the sound outside was like thunder, the crackling of firecrackers for a while, the sound of fireworks was also constant, and the debris and clods hit the roof tiles, and jingled, which was extremely lively and joyful.

Wu Jin's hand holding the pen was almost stiff, his fingers were curled, and his bones felt jerky when he stretched out. ”

Mother Wu hurriedly got up and went to get the money box.

She pulled out a wooden board behind the bed, took out the money box from it, put it on the table, and opened it for Wu Jin to see.

There is a Jiaozi inside, which is Wu Jin's reward after the test, Wu's mother deposited it in the Jiaozi shop, as well as ten taels of big silver and five ingots, five small silver coins of one or two weights, as well as three copper coins and a handful of broken copper coins.

This is all their family's savings, not even a fraction of it.

Wu Jin covered the money box: "Father, mother, I will send this silver to the Liu family tomorrow, and I will make another IOU, and pay him back within a time limit. ”

Mother Wu shook her head: "The second child doesn't read it, you have to read it." ”

"A-Niang, listen to me," Wu Jin looked at Wu Yi, "Tomorrow, you go to Liu's house with me, and you will return the silver yourself." ”

"No way!" Wu Yi snatched the money box violently, hugged it in his arms, and tears rolled down, "No! This is our family! Brother, please, open your mouth and beg for a favor, isn't this matter over, what does the use of mules have to do with us? I will listen to you in the future, and promise not to play with Liu Bowen again! Good no good? ”

The simple number is too huge for Wu Yi, he does have a sense of the world spinning, but the grief is not real, as if there are dark clouds in the sky, knowing that there is a catastrophe, he still luckily thinks that he can escape.

But now holding this heavy money box that reprinted all the money of their Wu family, he howled in despair, couldn't control his body at all, broke free from his parents' hands, and stared at Wu Jin hard, hoping that Wu Jin could make a statement.

Wu Jin's heart swelled up, his teeth chattered, he didn't know what to do with this younger brother, the younger brother sat at the table, completely alone, but suddenly became a monster with empty skin.

His natural look, the way he didn't treat others as human beings, reminded him of Zhao Shiheng and Mo Qianlan, even more hateful than them - he didn't suffer, he didn't suffer, he just wanted to send others to hell.

This evil is the most terrible.

The younger brother was coaxed by Liu Bowen and made a big hole, he was angry, but when the younger brother said such a remark, he was not angry, but disappointed, disappointed to the point of discouragement, and wanted to give up this person and let him fend for himself.

Wu Yi sensed his anger and hurriedly changed his words: "No, it's not the Liu family who is begging for mercy, it's going to beg Miss Mo and Cheng Sanye, they are all powerful people, and their families are also very rich, this money is nothing to them, isn't it?" ”

"It's not my ambition to flatter your shoulders and wagging your tail and beg for mercy, don't mention it again," Wu Jin looked at him coldly, "Besides, if you dare to order flower cards, order prostitutes and wine, eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, drink agar syrup and jade liquid, and enjoy the scenery, you should bear it yourself, why do you want me to bow down to my friends?" ”

Wu Yi looked at him in a daze: "You are my brother, if you don't go, how will we live in the future?" ”

Wu Jin was categorical: "How you lived before, how you will live in the future." ”

He continued: "Let's live in the house here for the first month, and then I'll go to find Uncle Zou, and let's go back to Shishi Street to rent a house." ”

Wu Yi was desperate to the point of wanting to die.

Owing so much silver, every day when you open your eyes, you let the heavy debt weigh on your body, it is really full of darkness, and there is no light.

I'm going back to Ten Stone Street.

He was so happy when he moved out of Ten Rock Street, and when he moved back in, he looked as ugly as if he had been stripped naked.

He didn't want to move back.

Brother is not good - he thought, it was just a matter of one sentence, why can't he open his mouth, he has to let the whole family suffer!

The sound of firecrackers sounded outside the house, overwhelming, Wu Yi let go of the money box, sat down, covered his ears and didn't want to listen to the laughter outside, let alone listen to the sound of firecrackers, but the firecrackers didn't know how to make such a big movement, just kept drilling into people's ears, he pulled his ears, wanted to die, and was afraid of dying.

Wu Jin sorted out the bills and prepared to go to Liu's house tomorrow, but Wu's mother saw that his eyes were blue, so she didn't want him to keep the New Year's eve and drove him to sleep.

He walked out of the house, the tip of his nose was full of fireworks, and suddenly he heard a sound different from firecrackers, and when he looked up, he saw a firelight cutting through the night sky, cold thunder and fire, and blooming like a meteor.

After a sound, the sky fell silent for a short time, and then it suddenly brightened, like a thousand points of firelight, ten thousand points of starlight, and like a sky of flowers, Yao Guang touched the eyes.

Wu Jin stretched out his hand, but his hands were empty.

He smiled, and his ears were filled with thunderclaps, laughter, and cries, and he didn't pay any attention to them until the fireworks were over, and he returned to his house, spread out the paper and ink, and wrote the last diary of the year.

"On the thirtieth day of the 22nd year of the Yuan Chapter, the firecracker mountain called, very good, and the fireworks were very beautiful.

It is sad and ridiculous to be poor for a day, to count the annoyed and confused accounts, and to owe a huge amount of 8,970 taels, but to be suspicious of his brothers.

"The Book of Rites: Confucianism" says: "Confucianism has the same aspirations, and the camp and the road are the same; Standing side by side is happy, never tired of each other; I haven't seen each other for a long time, and I don't believe the rumors; Its line is based on righteousness, advancing with the same, and retreating from the different. They have such friends. ’

If I go to ask for silver taels, even if Cheng Ting and Mo Lingfeng are tolerant, I feel that I have to ask for others in my heart, and between words, it is inevitable that I will be inferior, and I will not be embarrassed to stand side by side with the two of them, and my best friend will be lost.

Moreover, the saint was poor between Chen and Cai, and he did not eat for seven days; Left according to the tree, right click on the branch; can also sing the wind of the Yan clan, my generation has never been poor here, what is there to worry about? ”

After writing, he put the pen on Beacon Hill, got up and went out, took out a few "ground mice" from the fireworks bought by Wu Yi, and called Wu's father and mother to put them together.

After letting it go, Wu Jin returned to the house, did not turn off the lights and went to sleep, but wrote with a pen: "There are many winds and snows in the remnants of winter, green willows and saffron are still far away, fireworks are covered with tiles, firecrackers are exploding, and the pen is stuck and the ink is congealed.

Sixteen years of hard work, when will it be safe? Don't complain about the north wind, don't blame the frost, and there will be a year next year. ”