The textile factory in Ning County was a private textile factory before the founding of the People's Republic of China. It was nationalized after the founding of the People's Republic of China. The workers in the factory have lived in this compound for generations.
After the brothers Song Nanshan and Song Nanfu went out, the couple closed the door and discussed what happened during the day.
The two sons advocated reporting to the police, but were suppressed by Song Aiqiang.
If it was just ordinary money and bills, Song Aiqiang would definitely report it to the police and try to recover as much as possible, but some things could not be recovered.
Zhao Xiu'e hesitated and said, "That damn girl Song Nanting has not been found yet. Do you think she might have stolen it?"
Song Aiqiang was surprised and asked, "She knows where we hide our things?"
"She really doesn't know, but, but it can't be a ghost, right?"
Song Aiqiang was not happy to accept this. He said irritably, "Alright, it's embarrassing. Even if we report this to the police, they probably won't be able to find out anything. When Nan Ting comes back, we'll ask her carefully. Even if she took it away, as long as she's in the county, how can we not find it? Otherwise, if we really ask the police and they find the yellow stuff, can we explain it clearly? So many people are jealous of us. If that happens, won't they label us landlords?"
It's not strange to have some money, but it's strange to have valuable things like gold, which is not something a working class person can have.
Zhao Xiu'e felt so distressed that she simply lay down, "If this damn girl comes back, I will beat her to death."
"Why beat her to death?" Song Aiqiang sneered, "It would be better to just find her a capable husband. It's a pity that she wasted more than four years."
Song Aiqiang warned him again, "You can't relax at the Pan family either. You have to make trouble. That old woman must have money. She actually said that Nan Ting took all the money in the family. She is really bragging without thinking. If Nan Ting really had that ability, why would she let that damn old woman deceive her for several years and still be so stubborn and refuse to come back?"
Zhao Xiu'e thought about it and felt that this was the case. Her stomach growled with hunger and she felt even worse. She paced back and forth in an irritable manner.
When Zhao Xiu'e thought of the money and gold, she felt so distressed that she wanted to cut the thief into pieces.
Zhao Xiu'e looked at the time and saw that it was already eleven o'clock, and her two sons had not returned yet. She couldn't help but complain, "Such a big thing happened at home, and they still had the mind to go out and play. What on earth are they thinking?"
Normally, the two brothers would come back even if they went out to play, but they haven't come back yet.
Zhao Aiqiang was a little worried.
"I feel like something is wrong recently. I'll talk to them when they come back. Don't go out too much these days. My eyelids are twitching uncomfortably."
Zhao Xiu'e became even more worried, "Then go out and look for her?"
The two were about to go out to take a look when they suddenly heard a scream. A moment later, someone downstairs shouted in fear, "Song Nanshan was beaten."
"What?" Zhao Xiu'e's legs went weak and she almost fell down. She said with a pale face, "Dad, did you hear that?"
Song Aiqiang pulled her and quickly put on her cotton jacket, "Why don't you go and take a look."
When the two of them went downstairs, Song Ai Qiang felt his right eyelid twitching even more violently, which made him feel very uneasy.
After going downstairs, several old neighbors came out and asked, "What happened?"
Song Ai Qiang glanced at these people. Some of them might be genuinely worried, but more of them just wanted to make fun of their family.
Maybe those things in their house were stolen by one of them.
Feeling upset, he looked at the person who reported the news, "You said my Nanshan was beaten up, where is he?"
The person who reported the news was a young man from the third floor, about sixteen or seventeen years old. He said anxiously, "I just saw Song Nanshan lying on the ground and being beaten. I don't know if he is dead. You should go and check it out."
Song Aiqiang was unhappy when he heard this, "Then why don't you carry him back?"
Without waiting for the young man to explain, Zhao Xiu'e also scolded, "That's right, not only did you not carry it back, but you also talked nonsense. My Nanshan will be fine."
The young man's parents also came down at this time. They were unhappy when they heard this. "Is there anything wrong with my son coming back to report the news with good intentions? You and your family have done such immoral things. You should be beaten to death."
After saying that, he dragged his son upstairs.
"Hey, how can you talk like that?"
An old lady on the first floor said speechlessly, "Why don't you go and take care of your child instead of making a fuss here?"
I knew that this couple was good-for-nothings, but I didn't expect them to be so worthless. They deserved to have their house robbed.
There were many people who had this idea, but they thought that the person had been beaten and they lived in the same compound, so they hurried to go and take a look.
Zhao Xiu'e and his wife finally reacted and hurried outside.
Song Nanshan also got up at this time. His whole body felt like it was falling apart, and his knees were in terrible pain. When he saw his parents, he burst into tears like a child.
This made Zhao Xiu'e and Song Aiqiang very heartbroken. They quickly went over to hug their son and burst into tears.
Before she finished crying, someone shouted, "Come over and help. Your Song Nanfu has been beaten up too."
Zhao Xiu'e stopped crying and looked into the alley, and saw a man carrying Song Nanfu coming over.
"My son." Zhao Xiu'e threw Song Nanshan down and pounced on Song Nanfu.
Song Nanshan was caught off guard and fell to the ground again. Stars appeared in his head and he almost fainted for the second time. He cried out in a sobbing voice, "Mom."
Unfortunately, Zhao Xiu'e's heart was on her eldest son again. Anyway, her younger son would not die, so she went to see her eldest son first.
The man who was carrying Song Nanfu on his back was already exhausted, and was pounced on by Zhao Xiu'e. He lost his balance and fell to the ground with Song Nanfu, and then fell on top of Song Nanfu.
As a result, he accidentally pressed on a place he shouldn't have pressed, and Song Nanfu screamed and woke up, "Ahhh, it hurts so much, get out of here!"
Song Nanfu rolled on the ground, holding his crotch.
Seeing this, Zhao Xiu'e felt even more distressed, "My son, my son, what's wrong with you?"
What if the egg breaks? How will I be able to find a wife in the future?
It is said that mother and child are connected by heart. At this time, Song Nanfu's heart really shared the same thoughts with Zhao Xiu'e. Poor thing, he hasn't even married a wife yet. What if something goes wrong?
He is still a young boy!
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