Tang Zihao thought he was hallucinating. He scratched his ear and said:

"Mom, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly!"

Aunt Tang, with one hand pinching Tang Zihao's ear and the other on her hip, said:

"I'm sending you to the countryside, do you understand?"

"At such a young age, you're already pretending to have hallucinations? Are you got chicken feathers stuffed in your ears?"

Tang Zihao is now certain that what his mother just said was that she wanted him to go to the countryside!

Oh no, his mother doesn't love him anymore and is going to send him to the countryside!

Tang Zihao looked like a 130-pound baby, head down, wiping his eyes, pretending to cry while stealing glances at his mother:

"Mom, I'm your only son. Don't you love me anymore? Don't you really love me anymore?"

"Going to the countryside is so hard, how can you bear to see your beloved eldest son suffer?"

Aunt Tang remained unmoved and said:

"Leave it at home for me? Or are you just trying to cause me trouble, or make me get ripped off again!"

"It's good that you're going to the countryside. It'll be perfect for you to transfer your job to your sister. I won't have to spend a fortune to buy her a job!"

Tang Zihao thought his mother was just trying to scare him, but she had already thought about what would happen next, so it seemed she had really considered it and wasn't just trying to frighten him!

Tang Zihao was truly terrified, and he wailed:

"Look at what Tang Zixuan is like when he goes to the countryside. He's carrying manure. It's terrible!"

"Mom, are you still my real mother? You want to send me to a place like that!"

Aunt Tang sneered:

"Tang Zixuan committed a crime and was punished. If you hadn't committed a crime, you wouldn't be forced to shovel manure!"

"Besides, what's wrong with them carrying manure? At least they didn't make their families pay 2,000 yuan in compensation!"

"Hello, then hand over the 2,000 yuan you gave to Widow Zhang's family as compensation, and I won't let you go to the countryside!"

When the topic of 2,000 yuan in compensation came up, Tang Zihao completely deflated. Where would he get 2,000 yuan?

Forget about 2,000 yuan, he doesn't even have 2 yuan left in his pocket!

He got involved with Widow Zhang again. Although he didn't spend much money, he kept giving her small gifts. Otherwise, why would she be with him?

Tang Zihao had no money, but he didn't want to go to the countryside either. He quickly turned to his aunt and discussed it with her:

"Mom, who can come up with 2,000 yuan right now? If we give you 5 yuan, um, 10 yuan a month, that's 120 yuan a year. In less than 17 years, we can give you 2,000 yuan!"

Aunt Tang was so angry at Tang Zihao's shamelessness that she laughed!

She was too lazy to waste words with Tang Zihao, and coldly announced as she got up:

"Do you think I'm discussing this with you? I'm informing you!"

"I was thinking that if you behaved well, I could register you next spring!"

"You little brat, you're doing nothing right! For the sake of my property, I'll have your dad pull some strings and send you there in the next few days. You'd better pack your things and say goodbye to your cronies!"

Before Tang Zihao could react, Tang Ershen stormed out!

Seeing Uncle Tang reclining in his chair, drinking tea from a teacup, Aunt Tang was furious and said:

"Drink, drink, drink! All you do all day is slurp tea from your mug. If you don't take care of your spendthrift son, who will?"

Uncle Tang suffered an undeserved misfortune. Seeing Aunt Tang so angry, he rolled up his sleeves and said:

"Honey, don't be angry. I'll beat that little brat up for you!"

Aunt Tang didn't have time to joke with him, and said with a dark face:

"Stop with the nonsense and come inside with me. I have something to tell you!"