When Old Man Guan saw Father Guan taking a bag of flour out of the box, he felt bad, but he couldn't say anything in front of the village elders. He turned to Old Lady Guan and said, "Give the 200 yuan to the second son, and take out an extra 50 yuan. In addition to the money for the eggs, you can also buy something for the family."
These words were much more pleasing to the ears of the village elders in the room. At least they sounded like human language.
"What? 50 more dollars? Just kill me!"
"Hurry up!"
Guan Laozi is cheating
"No! Even if you kill me, it won't work."
Old Man Guan raised his foot and kicked the old woman, "Take it!"
After decades of marriage, they are like the left hand and the right hand, and they understand each other's meaning with just a glance. Old Man Guan saw that the second son was standing below and was indifferent to what they said, so he could only ask Old Lady Guan to quickly get the money.
Old lady Guan reluctantly put her hand into the crotch of her cotton pants that smelled of urine and kept rummaging around. The village elders sitting there quickly either lowered their heads or looked away.
He pulled out a small key, climbed to the kang cabinet, and took out a small wooden box with a lock. He turned his back to the crowd, hugged the box to his chest, unlocked it, counted out 25 10-yuan "Great Unity" notes, and threw them onto the kang.
"Take it, take it, get out of here right now, you debt collector, you bastard! You're the only one who gave birth to such a bastard. Just send that damn bitch away, what good life can I have with a debt collector like you, you bastard."
Shui Shui walked to the kang, picked up the money and counted it, it was exactly 250. This rubbish old lady was not a good person. If you don't count it clearly in front of her, what if she deliberately gave you two less and then you go out and find her again and she won't admit it, then you will have no way to deal with it.
After counting, he nodded at Guan's mother.
Old Man Guan said, "Second brother, go and pick up the child quickly."
Mr. Guan stood there without moving or saying anything.
Old Man Guan frowned and looked at Father Guan in confusion.
Mother Guan turned to the village chief and said, "Uncle village chief, fellow village elders, everyone has seen the situation at home. The child can be found today, but what about next time? When a family is living together, how can we guard against thieves all day long? So I want to divide the family." After saying that, she closed her eyes, letting the tears flow down and crying silently.
Guan Shuishui applauded his mother in his heart, saying, "That's awesome! I was just worried that I wouldn't have the chance!"
"What? You little bitch, you dare to divide the family? Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you talk about dividing the family? What right do you have to divide my family? You picked up little bitch. This family is not yours, not a blade of grass has anything to do with you. You still dare to talk about dividing the family, you bitch, bastard, just wait, tomorrow I will sell that dead girl Shui Shui, and I will not keep any of your children. You cheap bitch, you bitch who is not worth a penny, I let you dare to talk about dividing the family, I just spoiled you, you bitch, bastard, I will kill you now!" Old Mrs. Guan was furious and rushed towards Guan's mother, roaring wildly as if she had killed her whole family. She was not afraid of bleeding from her injured arm, and raised her hand to beat to death. Everyone hurried to stop her.
"Village chief, Uncle Wu, all the uncles, you see, she has no intention of repenting now. If I don't split up the family, she might be sold tomorrow, and I might be beaten to death the day after tomorrow. I guess it will be difficult to find the child if she is sold again. She will definitely be sold far away, and she will deny it. I don't want to cause a death in our village, and I don't want to cause trouble for you all. If you let her go on like this, it will be too late to regret it then!"
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