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Chen Kang waved and said, "But it can't be given for nothing."

“That’s nature, nature.”

Chen Kang said: "Thirty taels of silver, even if we sell this rotten gambling man ten round trips, it is not enough. We don't expect him to earn the money and return it. But you also know that our family only has a few acres of land and someone needs to work on it."

After hearing his words, Yang Chengli immediately understood Chen Kang's intention. He nodded and said, "Okay, let Wang Er pay off his debts for your work. I will testify that he can't lose it."

Chen Kanggong arched, "thank you, thank you for growing up." He turned to Wang Er and said, "If you recover from the injury, start working. If you are really diligent, we will not treat you badly." He hummed in disgust and added, "A man in his thirties, if you do anything bad, think about my mother at home. Do you have the heart to let her send a white-haired person to a black-haired person?" He shook his head with a tsk.

He looked at Chen Cheng again and asked, "Dad, is it okay to be so?"

Chen Chengchang sighed, nodded, and then said, "Wang Er, please take care of yourself."

Wang Er understood that the Shen family gave him a way out, and he also knew that the Shen family was kind, so he dared to come to the door many times to provoke. Now in this situation, he cried again.

The woman who used to treat him kindly was a ferocious woman. She either beat or scolded him, but she sincerely saved him from the sea of ​​suffering.

He couldn't help but think that if he had changed his perspective with the Shen family, it would be great if he didn't come forward and spit a few times. How could he use the money to save people and give him a way out of life?

He was always impatient with the preachers, but the virtue of these people repaying grievances with virtue made him feel for the first time what luck means and what inability to repay.

He cried so hard that he used his sleeve to wipe the tears from his face, and choked up and said, "Uncle Shen, thank you, thank you, Chen Kang, I thank you, village chief, thank you, thank you! I, I am not a human being!" He knelt on the ground regardless of the wet and stickyness in his crotch, kowtowed and slapped himself.

Chen Kang was impatient to look at his rebellious appearance, thinking that if he could reform himself, he would give him a way out. If he dared to do anything sorry for their family...

It should not be difficult to get some "firecrackers" with strong firepower. I don't know what it would be like to explode on the spot. After thinking about it, I still feel that I feel very bored if I ask him to spare him.

The dealer next to him sat on the back with his feet carrying his feet, and did not rush forward to urge him. He only looked at Wang Eryi from a distance and cried and laughed. He was not afraid of the two adults, but he seemed to be very afraid of the little baby, and felt a little puzzled.

At this time, Chen Cheng came forward, took the small scale that people often used, and carefully weighed thirty taels of silver. He bent over and said, "You will give thirty taels of silver. Don't let him enter the door and gamble again in the future."

The dealer took a look and saw that after a little while passing by, he knew that thirty taels were not bad. He smiled and said, "We open the door to do business, so how can we push the guests out of the door?"

"this..."

Shen Idiom is a word that is silly.

The dealer glanced at the remaining taels of silver in Shen Cheng, and said with a smile: "Master, I think you are born with a wealthy look. Do you want to come to the small shop to play? You can make sure you make a profit from a small bag!"

Chen Cheng's family has been farmers who have been digging food from the land for generations. There are not many common villains in the market. Seeing the dealer with a frank face and a small face, he couldn't believe that this was the same person who was going to chop people's feet just now.

Chen Kang stood up from behind him, smiled kindly, and deliberately raised his voice: "He will bet again, we won't stop him, but by then, we will not just buy his feet with silver." He bowed and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, brother, don't show mercy."

Speaking of the last word, his words were almost squeezed out from the gap between his teeth. He did not deliberately look at Wang Er's reaction, but he could also feel the frightened look from behind him.

The dealer looked at him suspiciously and smiled and said, "The young master is born extraordinary, but he is just as young as he can't recognize Mount Tai."

Chen Kang nodded quietly and replied, "I am not your financial backer, why should I be so kind to me?" After saying that, he looked up at his father and said, "Dad, let's go home."

"Hey." Chen Cheng smiled straightforwardly, turned his head to help Wang Er, whose legs were weak and weak, could not stand up.

As soon as the group arrived at the ox cart, a smell came towards him. Chen Chang raised his sleeve to cover his mouth and nose, and reached out to help Wang Er and muttered, "Huh... what does this smell."

Wang Er blushed apologetically and said, "I, just lean on me."

Chen Kang frowned and said, "What are you doing with a real man standing tall and mom? Hurry up and sit down."

Wang Er unconsciously lowered his neck, and leaned against the corner of the rear of the car, holding his legs and not daring to move.

Seeing that Wang Er's lower body was wet, Chen Chang couldn't help but stutter his tongue, gathering the hay beside him to cover him, one to cover his shame, and the other to fear that he would freeze his lower body.

Wang Er nodded gratefully and choked again.

Just like a person who drinks water, he knows the temperature and heat.

Chen Kang, who was sitting in front of the car, leaned against him and sighed, and he would have made a book by chance. If he hadn't met him today, Wang Er's life would have been explained, but they would have encountered it. God gave him another meeting. I wonder if he could get rid of his bad habits?

That night, Wang Er washed away the dirt on his body and sat in front of the stove, his eyes lost.

The Queen Mother came behind him with a single garment and covered her clothes on his shoulders. Wang Er trembled all over, as if she was frightened, and turned her eyes to look at me without saying anything.

"Son."

"mother."

The skin on the Queen Mother's face was obviously a woman in her fifties, but she was as old as an old man in her seventies. Her eyes looked particularly turbid because she had been doing needlework and weaving bamboo baskets in a dim room for many years. Her ten fingers and the first bones all showed a deformed and curved state. In modern times, this disease has a name called rheumatoid arthritis.

She put a pair of tired and deformed pairs on his legs, looked at him with faint eyes, and said slowly: "Son, mom... I don't know how many more days I can live. If I don't say some words, I'm afraid I won't be able to say them."

Wang Er gave up the stool he was sitting on, helped her sit down, frowned, and said with a little impatient: "Mom, what are you talking about?"

The Queen Mother shook her head and sat on the stool. She just stroked him, pondered for a while before slowly saying: "You ended up like this today. If you don't blame others, you will blame me."

"How can you blame you? You're not doing well."
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