"Lin Qingshan!"

The choking pungent smell wore out the patience of the old lady to find someone slowly.

Directly hit the ground with a cane and shouted loudly at the top of his voice.

"Lin Qingshan."

"Don't make me call you a third time."

Yu Feiwan coughed twice, waved his hand, dispersed the smoke in front of him, and squinted his eyes to sweep over the people at every table in the mahjong parlor.

Lin Qingshan was on the mahjong table against the wall, and there was a wine bottle in the corner of the table, and he was anxiously facing people with a white face, and he didn't notice the old lady's shouting at all.

I couldn't hear what the people at the same table said that angered Lin Qingshan, and I saw that Lin Qingshan was about to pick up the bottle in his hand.

"There!"

Yu Feiwan hurriedly pointed out the direction to the old lady.

The old lady walked out of the heroic sense of walking in a tiger's step, threw her cane on the ground, snatched the wooden stick in Yu Feiwan's hand, and knocked it on Lin Qingshan's arm mercilessly.

Yu Feiwan dutifully picked up the crutches and followed behind the old lady.

There was a wail, and the bottle fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The noisy mahjong parlor fell silent, and eyes from all sides focused on this corner.

Lin Qingshan raised his eyes to look at the old lady, and the anger in his eyes that seemed to burn someone to death instantly froze "Mother......"

The old lady's face was frosty, and her cold eyes swept over the other three people on the table.

A face full of meat, the hob meat that is famous in the small town.

A sharp-beaked monkey gills seems to be the little brother of the hob meat.

There is also a widow with curly hair and red lips who still have charm.

There is also a white paper full of words written on the corner of the table, and there is a bright red ink next to the paper.

"You pressed your handprint?"

The old lady asked with a fierce look as she held the stick.

Lin Qingshan shook his head hurriedly, "I haven't caught up yet." ”

The old lady breathed a sigh of relief, and her face was still cold, "You get out of here." ”

Lin Qingshan touched his arm, like a little daughter-in-law, followed the old lady dejectedly, and walked out of the smoky mahjong parlor.

As soon as they walked out of the mahjong hall, the old lady and Yu Feiwan took a long breath together.

In this life, the most smelled by the old lady was the incense candles offered to the gods and Buddhas.

"Disobedience, making you disobedient."

"Don't want to die?"

The old lady held the stick and hit Lin Qingshan again and again until she was out of breath.

"If I'm a step too late, are you going to mortgage the courtyard of the blue brick house in the village?"

"The lid of the clay box is open."

"I've got a long job!"

"Drinking, gambling, and trying to smash people with a bottle just now."

"What kind of bad luck did Haihong pour to put up a father like you."

Lin Qingshan sat on the ground embarrassed, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and there seemed to be blood on his back oozing out through the thin undershirt, "No print." ”

"Didn't think about mortgaging."

"Mother, I really don't want to mortgage."

Lin Qingshan looked at the old lady holding the stick with palpitations, and explained again and again.

The old lady held the stick, panting, and glanced at Lin Qingshan fiercely with hatred that iron could not be made of steel.

No, the old lady is no longer looking forward to Lin Qingshan's steel.

It doesn't matter if it's broken copper or rotten iron, as long as it's not a harmful product.

As a mother, she is humbled like this.

After the old lady's breathing gradually calmed down, she kicked Lin Qingshan, "You just don't feel happy, and you shouldn't come to play such a big mahjong parlor." ”

"Look at the ones on your table yourself, is there a serious person?"

"If you lose casually, it will be worth your salary for ten days and half a month."

"If you gamble and don't care about anything, will the house be mortgaged?"

"Say, how much do you owe those three people?"

"No ......"

The old lady directly interrupted Lin Qingshan's quibble, and hit Lin Qingshan with another stick, "If you ask, you will tell you honestly." ”

Lin Qingshan's urn said in an angry voice, "Not much, just more than one hundred and fifty ......"

The old lady only felt that it was dark in front of her.

More than one hundred and fifty, that's not much?

In these years, ordinary workers who work as coolies only earn dozens of dollars a month!

In just such a short period of effort, I lost one hundred and fifteen ......

And the face to say not much?

The old lady was angry, "It's really good!" ”

"You're so good!"

"Lin Qingshan!"

Losing so much in a short period of time, on the one hand, it was a big game, and on the other hand, Lin Qingshan was also fooled and teased by the other three.

"Keep fighting, you keep losing."

"Keep losing, you keep fighting!"

"Are you going to me off!"

The old lady looked at the hob meat leaning on the door frame of the mahjong parlor lazily with a cigarette in her mouth, and knew in her heart that Lin Qingshan was not something she could take away if she wanted to.

"What the hell were you going to sign with them?"

"It's not a small courtyard with a mortgaged blue brick house, how are you going to pay it back?"

Lin Qingshan shrank and didn't dare to respond for a long time.

"Say!"

The old lady was really angry, and hit Lin Qingshan's leg with another stick.

Lin Qingshan snorted, closed his eyes, broke the jar and roared, "I promise them that I will pay it back within three days, double it in more than one day, and if I haven't paid it back for a week, they will unload one of my legs." ”

Hearing this, the old lady's figure stumbled a few times.

Yu Feiwan hurriedly hugged the old lady, for fear that the old lady would be angry and faint on the ground.

One day overdue, doubled?

This interest!

High scared to death!

Unexpectedly, the blessing of Torin Qingshan, she actually gained insight in this era!

The old lady laughed angrily, "Lin Qingshan, your leg is really valuable." ”

"On the fourth day, it starts to double, and by the seventh day, do you know how much money you have to pay back?"

"You have to pay back thousands of people, what do you pay?"

"Do you have any other way than mortgage the yard?"

"You dare to agree to this kind of request."

Lin Qingshan lowered his head, drooped his head, and did not dare to respond.

The old lady had weak legs, and she insisted on holding on to her breath so that she did not sit on the ground.

If it weren't for Pingping's mistake of seeing Lin Qingshan enter this mahjong parlor, Lin Qingshan might really be ruined.

Two lines of tears burst out of his eyes.

It's fear.

It's also a real disappointment.

No old man can accept a white-haired person sending a black-haired person.

"Qingshan, you are so disappointed by your mother."

Leaning on the door frame, the hob meat had a cigarette in his mouth, and strode towards the old lady.

"Old man, godson to godson."

"You can't deny the money you owe."

"I'll put it here, I'm not afraid of you to sue, cats have cats and dogs, as long as you are not afraid of your children and grandchildren, you can't be quiet, just sue."

"I know you have three granddaughters."

"I'm not slandering anyone, you can ask your son yourself if he lost the money."

The old lady's face was as white as paper.

"Doubled in three days, what about these three days?"

"Ten yuan a day for the past three days, I still have a special discount for the sake of the face of falling in love with him."

"I've made all of this clear to him."

(End of chapter)