Make a lot of money!I got rich in the year of famine

Chapter 108

Shen Hui also thought of Yang Xiuyuan, what happened to the Yang family?

What Shen Qing was thinking about was that the boy named Zheng should have gone home, right?
There has been no response from her side. Granny Zheng would think that no one noticed the arson and it was him who did it, so she could go home and live peacefully.

She thought well. Widow Song's previous house was sold in order to pay off her son's gambling debts, and she used the remaining money to buy a dilapidated house in a village near the town.

There was wind leakage from all sides, and the roof was in dilapidated condition. If the wind was strong, the thatched roof would be blown away.

Fortunately, the terrain here is high, so it was not soaked by water, but this house is also the only shelter for their mother and son at the moment.

"My son! Come and eat, my mother just cooked the porridge." Widow Song walked in with a broken pot and a smile on her face. The kitchen was set up under the eaves of the house. It was neither rainproof nor windproof, so she could cook a meal. , her whole body was soaked.

But even so, she couldn't starve her son.

Zheng Bo lay on the kang, crossed his legs, turned to glance at the pot brought by his mother, and turned away in disgust, "Do you think I'm a pig if I eat this every day? I don't eat porridge, I want to eat meat, and why?" If you want a drink, go and buy it!"

Widow Song put the pot on the kang and stood on the edge nervously, "Son, it's not that mother doesn't want to buy it for you, it's because mother has no money. All the clothes and jewelry have been pawned, and all the valuable things in this house are gone. It's raining heavily outside now, and Mom has no way to earn money. You make do with it, eat something first, don't starve. Mom promises you that when the rain stops, she will go out to get you fish. Mom just saw, The ditch at the entrance of the village was overflowing, and there were a lot of fish, and some people went to pick them up. Mom will go back later."

While she was talking, her eyes would glance at the pot from time to time and she would swallow her saliva.

Zheng Bo's attitude became even worse, "Then why don't you go now? Catch the fish and come back to make soup for me. Look at how skinny I am now. I don't even have a few ounces of meat on my body. I don't know how you became someone else's mother." , can’t even raise a child!”

Widow Song almost wanted to cry, but instead of complaining about her son, she complained about Shen Changgui's arrival.

"Damn it, I thought he was a blessed man with a long life, but he turned out to be a short-lived man. Otherwise, we wouldn't have ended up in this situation. Humph! Maybe even God can't stand it. He deserves to be burned alive!"

Zheng Bo felt guilty and did not dare to take on this problem. When he saw the fire that day, he woke up with the remaining energy from alcohol. He ran out of the village from the other side and hid outside for several days without daring to go home.

Later, when he saw that there was no movement, he plucked up the courage to come back to find his mother. He felt that Shen Qing either didn't know, or even if he knew, he was too timid to come to him for revenge, so he put his heart back in his stomach.

"Okay, shut up now! I'll just eat it." The tasteless porridge really didn't taste good, and it was hard to swallow for him who was used to big fish and meat.

Widow Song was pleased to see her son. She felt that her son had grown up and became sensible, so she sat down and started chattering.

"Son, you're not young anymore. It won't be a problem if you continue like this. When this period of time passes, mother wants to find you a daughter-in-law, so that you can start a family as soon as possible."

"You have money to start a family?" Don't you need money to marry a wife?

"No, Mom, but I have found a good way. The woman next to Mrs. Meng's family in town is an old acquaintance of mine. Mom can sign a deed of sale and sell herself to the Meng Mansion. Then I will get the money to marry you a wife. , you don’t have to worry about Mom being wronged, Mom has inquired, even if the Meng family is a servant, they still have good food and good housing, and most of the heavy work is done by people, so Mom only needs to help in the kitchen. "

Zheng Bo was unmoved, "Why do you think of selling yourself?" I didn't think of it before, but now I think of it.

What would Widow Song say?If life can be lived, no one would want to sell themselves!
When Zheng Bo saw that she was silent, he said with a cold face: "Why don't you ask someone to get me in too? I promise not to mess around. I have enough strength to carry it. Isn't it better than being hungry outside?" Is it better to have a full meal?"

"No!" Widow Song's face suddenly changed, "You are the only child of the Zheng family. As long as you marry a daughter-in-law and buy a few acres of land, you can live a peaceful life. My mother had no choice but to sell herself and enter the government. Do you know what she is doing? Are you selling yourself?" "Ha! As a slave, life and death are in the hands of others. The mistress can do whatever she wants, and no one dares to question it. The government will not care. You will be a slave all your life. You are a good citizen. That's not right. It’s the same thing, son, you must not be confused.”

Zheng Bo was impatient, "I'm just saying casually. Seeing that you're nervous, why don't you hurry up and catch fish? I want to eat grilled fish tonight!"

Speaking of fish, Yang Xiuyuan of the Yang family in Liushu Village just picked up a large grass carp from the door of his house, weighing five or six kilograms.

He skewered the fish with straw, carried it in his hand, returned to the courtyard, picked up his straw hat, and headed out.

Yang rushed out and called him hoarse, "It's raining so hard, everywhere outside is flooded. If you don't stay here, where else are you going?"

Xiu Xiuyuan said without looking back: "I'm going to Crescent Bay." After saying that, he walked away.

"No, you can't go, just stop." But by the time she chased him out, Yang Xiuyuan's figure had already been submerged in the rain and fog.

Yang's eyelids jumped. Yang's father came back from outside wearing a raincoat. Seeing that she looked stupid, he asked: "Why are you here in the rain? Go back quickly."

Yang's bad premonition became stronger and she burst into tears suddenly, "Your son was possessed by ghosts and insisted on running to Crescent Bay. Those two girls from the Shen family were the reincarnations of broom stars and killed their parents. Now, They are coming to attack my son again, go and find Xiu Yuan quickly, but you can’t ask him to go!"

"I'll go right away." Yang's father also thought it was nonsense. They were several miles away from Crescent Bay by taking a shortcut. In addition, there were floods everywhere. If he stepped into a ditch, he would be killed. .

Yang's father chased him out of the village, but did not see his son.

Suddenly there was another rumbling sound from the sky, dark clouds came over again, and the rain began to get heavier.

Yang Xiuyuan was not really reckless. He found a long branch. After leaving the village, he used the branch to test the depth in front, so he walked very slowly.

In addition, the heavy rain started to fall again, and his vision was blurred, making it more and more difficult for him to walk.

But no matter what, he wanted to go to Crescent Bay to visit. If Shen Hui needed help, he would stay.

When Shen Changgui died, he even wanted to impulsively ignore his family's objections and come here to marry Shen Hui, settle down here, open up wasteland, farm land, and take care of Shen Qing.

But just when he was about to tell his parents, the flood came. Yang Xiuyuan stopped to rest, looked at the endless water, and smiled bitterly in his heart, "It's really annoying!"

Suddenly, the wind picked up.

The wind was wrapped in rain, and the rain was mixed with wind, which hurt my face and made my vision blurry.

But that's not the worst.

The water on the path he walked was knee-deep, and the turbid water was stirred by the wind.

(End of this chapter)