Evil Sister in Charge: As long as you are thick-skinned, you can eat meat every meal

"How will the punishment be? How many strokes will you receive? How many strokes will your son receive?"

"And what about my mental damages? How much silver do I have to pay?"

Zhou Sisi didn't even bother to look at Song Xiangqi's dark face, and asked directly? Song Xiangqi was so choked that he had to shut up, because he knew that if he didn't punish himself or his son, it would be difficult to end this matter!

"Ten thousand taels of silver, do you think it's okay, Miss Zhou?" Zheng Xinxuan said this while gritting her teeth. She really didn't expect that she would fall into the hands of such a little girl. This amount of money was already the highest price she could offer.

"30,000 taels, no bargaining. You know my daughter was almost injured, isn't this the amount you should give her? I'm telling you, I won't agree to anything less than this!"

"And what do you say about these 100 military sticks? Should they be used to hit you, or your son? Or should they be used in half for each of you?"

Qiao Wenyuan said very arrogantly that he was giving face to King Wu'an by not asking for too much. After all, they were old friends who had worked together for many years, so he still had to give them some face.

Song Xiangqi was already feeling extremely upset, mainly because his son and daughter-in-law did not say anything. As the head of the family, if he did not say anything at this time, he would definitely be looked down upon even more.

Zheng Xinxuan pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. After all, her son was her own flesh and blood. Even if he was beaten with fifty military sticks, her precious son would not be able to bear it.

"Okay! I'll pay you the silver, and you can just beat me with a hundred military sticks!" Song Xiangqi was upset, mainly because his wife and son didn't say anything. As the head of the family, if he didn't stand up at this time, wouldn't he be laughed at? So he stood up!

"Very good! Boys, let's do it!" Qiao Wenyuan didn't care about Song Xiangqi's gloomy face at all. This kid deserved a beating anyway. He even dared to use a knife on his precious little girl. He must be taught a lesson.

As the saying goes, a good son is not the fault of his father. He must learn a lesson this time.

"Huaijing, Qinghai, the two of you start, and make sure you hit them hard with these 100 sticks!" Qiao Wenyuan called his two grandsons who practiced martial arts to start.

It was not until Song Xiangqi was pressed on the bench by two men that Song Chuxue seized the opportunity and knelt down in front of Qiao Wenyuan and Zhou Sisi.

"I beg Master Qiao and Miss Zhou to show some mercy. I know that what I'm saying now is a bit unreasonable, but I can't watch my father being beaten with a hundred sticks. I just want to ask you two to give him fewer sticks. I beg you!"

Then Song Chuxue started to kowtow to the two men. You have to say that Song Chuxue really used all her strength. You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb. She chose the right time. She just wanted to make her father disappointed in her brother.

Don’t think that she didn’t see the disappointed look in her father’s eyes when he looked at her mother and brother. She must win back this time. As long as her father loves her a little more in the future, she doesn’t believe that she can’t be better than this useless brother.

Zhou Sisi glanced at Song Luoyi at this time and gave her a meaningful look. She could see that Sister Luoyi had some ulterior motives. After all, she had never heard her beg for mercy before. Especially when she was about to beat Song Changrui, her eyes were faintly excited.

Song Luoyi looked at Song Chuxue who was kowtowing, then looked at Song Xiangqi who was so moved that he was about to burst into tears, and nodded to Zhou Sisi. This girl was really pretending. No matter what, if it were her, she would not be able to do such a thing of kowtowing.

Moreover, she felt that Song Chuxue's rank was many times higher than that of her stupid brother. If the two of them started fighting each other, hehe, it would definitely be exciting.

"Alright, stop kowtowing. Considering your filial piety, I'll give you twenty fewer strokes of the stick!"

"After all, it's better to have a daughter. Unlike some people, when they get into trouble, they act like grandsons and push their fathers out to take the blame. They are really useless!"

When Zhou Sisi pulled Qiao Wenyuan's sleeve, he knew what the little girl meant. This old man was very shrewd. It was impossible that the young girl could see it, but he, the old man, couldn't see it!

Song Chuxue immediately stopped kowtowing, and in her heart she wanted to shout, "Master Qiao, if you can say something, please say more. Please!"

"Get started! We're waiting to go home for dinner!"

Qiao Wenyuan glanced at Song Chuxue, who stopped immediately after he said to hit her with twenty less sticks. Looking at her red, swollen and broken forehead, he knew that this girl was a tough character, at least better than that loser Song Changrui.

San Wang and Er Yu started to fight straight away. They had been ready for a while, just waiting to show off!

When the first stick hit him, Song Xiangqi's face immediately turned eight shades darker. He cursed in his heart that these two little beasts were really ruthless and wanted to beat him to death!

Then came the second, third, and fourth sticks, all of which hit the flesh. The two men's main attack was real.

Zheng Xinxuan felt distressed but also thankful that it was not her precious son who was beaten, otherwise her son would have surely died. After all, her husband practiced martial arts and was strong enough to handle it.

Song Changrui was so scared that he almost died. Looking at his father's butt which was gradually oozing blood, he felt as if his own butt was being cut open by a knife. It was a good thing that he was not hit. If it was him, he would definitely not be able to withstand ten blows and would die.

Song Chuxue truly demonstrated what a filial daughter is. She leaned on Song Xiangqi's shoulder and cried so miserably. I felt so sorry for her.

Seeing Zhou Sisi and Song Luoyi with the expressions of old men on the subway looking at their phones, I thought they were really good at acting, real talent.

Song Xiangqi was a military general after all, and he had some dignity, so he didn't shout out loud, just groaned. However, he changed from gritting his teeth and groaning at the beginning to shivering and groaning at the same time. You can imagine how much pain he was in.

Qiao Wenyuan winked at the two grandsons who were fighting, and the two men understood. Okay, they would let him go after fifty sticks.

Listening to San Wang and Er Yu waving their wooden sticks one after another, Zhou Sisi's mind automatically replayed the lines from the skit she watched in the Spring Festival Gala one year ago, "Eighty, eighty, eighty!"

Song Xiangqi had become numb by the end. Listening to his daughter's crying, he felt as if he was really going to die. His daughter had already started crying at the grave.

When he turned around, he saw the mother and son standing aside and crying sadly. He felt so sad. At least his daughter knew to plead for him and kowtowed her head. But when he saw that the mother and daughter said nice things but did nothing, he felt so heartbroken!

Normally, he often cleaned up the mess for this little beast, and was considerate and gentle to Xinxuan. He knew that she felt bad being disliked by her father, so he basically obeyed her in everything. But at the critical moment, it turned out that he was not as important as his son in her heart.

He must be nicer to Chuxue in the future, as his daughter is always helpful at critical moments.

Soon the eighty blows were over. Song Xiangqi gritted his teeth and raised his head, shouting at Zheng Xinxuan: "Hurry up and get the banknotes."

"It's a pity, my husband, how can our family have so much money?" Zheng Xinxuan was still trying not to pay the money. You know, her parents came to ask for money from time to time, and she gave a lot to her brothers, sisters and nephews. She really didn't have that much money.

"If you don't have that much, just use your jewelry as collateral! Go quickly! Don't make me say it again!" Song Xiangqi's eyes were bloodshot and his heart was about to explode.

How could this woman, who usually seems quite sensible, suddenly lose her mind at this moment? Instead of paying the money and asking these people to leave, and then finding a doctor to treat him, she was still thinking about bargaining. Did she really want him to die?