If she could just bear it, her son and husband would be riding roughshod over her; if she could just bear it, Zhou San would always assume she would have to clean up Huang Mancang's messes.
As Wednesday saw the crowd growing larger, his expression grew increasingly grim. With a sudden stomp of his foot, Huang Mancang let out a bloodcurdling scream.
The person behind him immediately understood, grabbed Huang Mancang from under his feet and pushed the Huang family into the house with a 'thud,' shutting out all sights from outside the door.
"Wu Mingxia, don't tell me you don't have money." Zhou San pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and held it out to the Huang family.
“This is written in black and white, with Huang Mancang’s signature on it. I’m not the kind of person who asks for money without any proof. I also have a family to support. You can’t make things difficult for me.”
"The reason I closed the door to discuss this with you was to save you some face. When I borrowed the money, Huang Mancang didn't have a single penny on him..."
On Wednesday, he meaningfully tossed the document in his hand and said, "Guess what he used as collateral?"
Old Mrs. Wu's heart sank. She grabbed the broom from behind the door and pounced on Huang Mancang. Before Zhou San could react, she had already beaten Huang Limin black and blue.
She's not old and her eyesight isn't failing her, so she can see the words clearly. This bastard actually used the property deed to mortgage a loan and go out gambling. He doesn't even consider that if he can't pay back the money, where will his family live?
On Wednesday, he reached out several times, his lips twitching involuntarily. This old woman was even more ruthless than them, and she seemed more like a debt collector than they were. Didn't she see that Huang Mancang was now lying on the ground like a dead dog?
Finally, Huang Xiaoguo mustered up the courage to speak up and persuade Grandma Wu, "Mom, if you keep hitting him, Dad will die."
Old Mrs. Wu looked up abruptly, her eyes flashing coldly. "No breath! And you didn't beat him enough! Your dead father mortgaged our house deed, and if we can't pay back the money, the whole family will have to sleep on the streets!"
ah!
It took Huang Xiaoguo and Huang Xiaomin several seconds to realize the meaning behind Old Lady Wu's words.
What!
The property deed has been mortgaged?
The two immediately shut up and stopped trying to persuade Old Lady Wu. They even subtly blocked Zhou San and the others behind them so that Old Lady Wu could beat them up more freely.
On Wednesday, he reached out and said, "Wu Mingxia, stop! What's the point of killing him now? You might end up with a murder charge. It's not worth going to jail for someone like him."
As soon as I finished speaking, a strange feeling welled up inside me; something seemed off.
Old Mrs. Wu switched hands and slapped Huang Mancang hard across the face several times before getting up.
"On Wednesday, Huang Mancang will return the money to you, but he really can't come up with it right now. From now on, you will return fifty yuan every month for a period of one and a half years."
“You only get the deed, not the right to sell it. At most, you can only get twenty yuan a month if you rent it out. It will take you more than two years to get that money back.”
"The country is changing rapidly. If something happens, you might not be able to get your money back."
Old Mrs. Wu remained calm as she negotiated with Zhou San across the Huang brothers. Zhou San's eyes flashed as he carefully examined Old Mrs. Wu. This old woman, a level seven worker, was considered a minor leader in the factory. Did she say something that they didn't know about from above?
Thinking of this, he smiled and glanced at Huang Mancang, who was barely breathing on the ground. He believed Wu's words to some extent. "Alright, it's fine as Wu's wife says. I'll come to collect the money on the 18th of each month. Don't let Wu's wife go back on her word."
"Fine, I, Wu Mingxia, am a man of my word. If I can't do it... you don't need to tell me, Huang Mancang will just break his hands and feet, or sell him to a black kiln to work for you to pay off your debts."
Huang Mancang's last remaining consciousness suddenly reached out when he heard Old Lady Wu say that she was going to sell him to a black kiln. His eyes snapped open, rolled back, and he fainted.
On Wednesday, standing across the street, he could see it clearly. He twitched his lips, looked away in disgust, and said, "I'll keep this IOU for now. I'll return it to Sister Wu after I've paid off the money."
"In that case, let's go."
Old Mrs. Wu kicked Huang Mancang, who was blocking the doorway, to make it easier for Zhou San and the others to leave.
While Huang Mancang was unconscious, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and his body twitched involuntarily. I can't help but feel sorry for him next Wednesday.
As soon as Old Lady Wu turned around after sending the debt collectors away, the two Huang brothers stumbled back two steps, their eyes filled with fear.
Grandma Wu remained calm and instructed the two men, "Go and find the second and fourth sons. I have something to say to them."
Huang Xiaoguo and Huang Xiaomin nodded and ran off without even glancing at Huang Mancang, who was lying unconscious on the ground.
Old Mrs. Wu picked up the basin of water behind the door, walked to Huang Limin's side, and poured it all over his head with a "whoosh".
"Ah!!! It's raining, it's raining."
Huang Mancang scrambled to his feet, staring blankly at the basin of water in Old Lady Wu's hand. Just as he was about to glare at her, the twitching aggravated the wound around his eye. Suddenly, the memory of Old Lady Wu beating him up flashed through his mind, and he swallowed involuntarily.
"Why...why did you pour water on me?" she stammered, her eyes darting around but avoiding meeting Old Lady Wu's cold gaze.
As soon as Old Lady Wu raised her hand, Huang Mancang instinctively covered his head with both hands. With a 'thud,' he heard the sound of a basin of water hitting the ground. He felt no pain and involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.
He was so terrified that he was beaten twice by Old Lady Wu within a day, each time with a brutal beating.
How inhumane!
When Old Mrs. Wu saw him like this, she scoffed, sat back in her chair, and looked at him coldly, saying, "Go and clean up the house."
Huang Mancang glanced around; the house was a mess, clothes were scattered everywhere, and sewage was flowing all over the floor. It was an eyesore no matter how you looked at it. His inherent male chauvinism still made him grumble at Old Lady Wu.
“What kind of man does housework? These are women’s jobs. If word gets out, people will laugh at me.”
Grandma Wu stared straight at Huang Mancang without blinking, asking, "Who earns the money in this family?"
"You earn money, but I also get a salary!"
"Then tell me, where did all this money go?"
Huang Mancang's eyes narrowed, and he stammered for a long time, unable to speak. Old Mrs. Wu gave a cold laugh.
"I've earned the money, I've done the housework, so tell me, what do I need you for?"
"You're not cut out to be a pretty vase at home. What's the point of earning a pittance? You went out gambling, not only losing all your own salary but also filling your deep pit with my salary!"
"Now you're actually using the house deed as collateral to get a loan to gamble, Huang Mancang, I think you're incredibly audacious and have a death wish."
Huang Mancang shuddered, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the veins bulging on Old Lady Wu's hand resting on her lap. He was so frightened that tears and snot streamed down his face.
"You...you mustn't, don't hit me! My body aches, my chest hurts too. I'll clean up, okay?"
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