Chapter Twenty-Three: Fighting the Old House with Wisdom

The smoking hand paused, and the cloudy old eyes stared at Shui Yiren fiercely. Shui Yiren met his gaze, the momentum on his body changed, and his cold eyes instantly overflowed with murderous aura.

Seeing that Shui Laoqi was sweating on his back, his eyes flashed, and he didn't smoke anymore, he scolded at Shui Zhu, "Mother-in-law who died, let you get some pension money, what are you tossing here!" ”

Although he was frightened by the eyes of the Shui Yiren, the silver that should have been in his hand could not fly.

"I don't know how much pension money Grandpa wants?"

Shui Yiren knows that today's old house will not leave without scraping something from her, if she can buy a stable place with money, she is also willing, and if you want to settle accounts with them, there is no need to rush at this moment, see if it is not early, she can hurry to make dinner.

In the eyes of the villagers, the performance of the Shui Yi people is another performance. Shui Yongjun touched his beard appreciatively, and said in his heart, "Well, he knows that this baby is a good one, and the old man doesn't care about her like this and is willing to give pension money, which is really filial and well-behaved." ’

"Twenty taels!" For silver money, Shui Zhu's family is always in front, and since he knew that Shui Yi people had made money selling Ganoderma lucidum, he was even more open-mouthed.

Hiss!

As soon as her number exploded, a sound of inhalation suddenly sounded around her. This is too exaggerated, twenty taels, and people can't use five taels of silver for a year.

Ignoring everyone's reactions, the Shuiyi people only held out a finger.

"Ten taels? No......"

Before Xiaoshui Zhu's words were finished, he was impatiently interrupted by Shui Yiren, "Just a hundred texts, love or not, it's a big deal, let's go to the court now, anyway, we are barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, and it can be considered profitable to be able to pull a show to accompany us." ”

As soon as he heard this, Shui Zhu patted his thigh and began to howl again, "The slut who is going to be struck by thunder, you actually want to pay back your own uncle, you will go to eighteen layers of hell if you die!" ”

Shui Yiren didn't pay attention to the big drama at all, she just looked at Shui Laoqi with a smile, she knew that what Shui Laoqi cared about most was Shui Muming's talent and fame.

Shui Laoqi lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, so he raised his flabby eyelids and said, "One hundred wen per month!" ”

Mizuki Shou's eyes lit up on the sidelines, and sure enough, Jiang was still old and spicy, and you tried every means to block the money and finally got it in his pocket, "I have to sign the paperwork, so as not to let them repay the debt!" ”

Shui Yiren raised her eyebrows, Shui Mu Shou's suggestion won her heart, only one hundred wen a month, how can the money she want to earn in the future be one hundred wen, this is simply a divine assist.

"As long as we give enough pension money every month, the people of the old house can no longer come to us for trouble, if the two sides have a violation, they have to compensate each other ten taels of silver, agree, sign now!" The refreshment of the Shuiyi people made everyone sympathize.

"Sister~" Shui Eve grabbed Shui Yiren worriedly, and when she saw Shui Yiren's calm appearance, she swallowed back what she wanted to say. She wants to believe Sister A, Sister said that she will definitely take them to live a good life.

Speaking of signing documents, without saying that the people of the old house will do everything, the people of the old house will do everything, and the people of Shui Yiren looked at the document and sarcastically hooked the corners of their lips, what is a hundred Wen a day, and also changed the conditions she proposed to sell the three sisters and brothers to pay off the debts if they can't afford it.

"Grandpa the village chief, in order to show justice, let's find someone to remember, lest there be something that has not been written and make Grandpa and them suffer!"

"I'll read it!" It was the patriarch of the water tribe who spoke, and Shui Yong just rushed over when he heard the wind.

When Shui Yongcai got the document, his face darkened, and he threw the document directly in Shui Mushou's face, shouting, "What is this writing!" What about the face! Pen and paper! ”

Seeing this situation, what else do you not understand, they are ashamed of the old house's actions, Shui Yiren does not hide the sarcasm in their eyes, and looks at Shui Lao Qi playfully.

I thought that I could hide it by doing tricks on paperwork, but fortunately, the text here is only in traditional Chinese.

The water patriarch brushed and wrote the paperwork, personally watched Shui Lao Qi press his handprint, and left with a cold snort, obviously a person who was not used to seeing the old house.

The documents were in triplicate, and after signing, Shui Yiren also gave Shui Zhu a hundred dollars.

Shui Zhu took the hundred coins, and then looked at the objects in the thatched hut and felt heartbroken. Staring at the Shui Yiren sister and brother as if they were about to devour their lives alive, they scolded the warm things, twisted their fat buttocks and left.