Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Several children lowered their heads. They didn't understand the grand narratives and were only thinking about how to live in the future.

Qiao Jianer took out three taels of silver from his sleeve and handed it to Ada.

"It's just a few taels of silver. It's not like we can't make ends meet. Don't worry."

"Sister Jianer, you keep giving us money, how can we accept it?" Ada said in a whisper, choking slightly.

Qiao Jianer smiled and said, "I've made some money recently. Consider this as an advance. I'll let you guys do it when there's something else to do in the future."

Only then did Ada take the money and raised his misty eyes.

"Well, we will definitely work hard to pay it back."

Now it is certain that those people have completely left the city. It is already evening, and they are still busy going down to the town, which shows that the mission is urgent.

Qiao Jianer found the owner of the shop according to the address.

"Three hundred taels, not a penny less."

The owner of the house was a somewhat fat middle-aged man. He was involved in a lawsuit and most of his family's money and food were confiscated. He looked depressed and didn't even look at her. He was only concerned with taking care of the beans in the basket and spoke unhappily.

"It's a good shop. Normally, it would sell for 350 taels. But now that things have happened at home, people who want to take advantage of us are coming to our shop one after another."

Now there are still people bidding up to two hundred taels. Is this fair?

The hostess also had a gloomy face and was going in and out of the kitchen. There was also an old man sitting in front of the door smoking a pipe with a gloomy look on his face.

"Then it's three hundred taels." Qiao Jian'er didn't want to argue too much.

No one feels good at this time.

The uncle looked up with some surprise and found that it was a little girl.

"Little girl, three hundred taels is no joke. Can you come up with that much money?"

"I can put down the deposit now and come back tomorrow to make up the difference. Then you can give me the title deed and the land deeds."

Seeing her so straightforward, the uncle's expression looked a little better.

"Okay, let's do as you say. The deposit is thirty taels."

"Little girl, if you dare to lie to me, the deposit will not be refunded."

Qiao Jianer thought that he would have to bet at least fifty taels, but he didn't expect that this uncle looked difficult to deal with, but he was actually quite generous.

"Uncle, what am I trying to achieve by lying to you? Isn't that the same as giving you thirty taels for free? I'm not that stupid."

After Qiao Jianer took out thirty taels, the uncle asked his son to take down the for-sale sign hanging on the shop door.

"You better hurry up. Once those people get there, I'm afraid your house will be ransacked."

The uncle sighed, his eyes filled with hatred that he couldn't suppress.

The higher-ups clearly asked for half of the tax to be collected, but they took 70%. All sorts of other expenses, such as shoe wear and tear fees, travel expenses, tea and wine fees, toilet paper fees, etc., were borne by these ordinary people.

Qiao Jianer thought this uncle was a good person, so how could he get into such a big lawsuit that he even had to sell his jewelry and shop?

She couldn't help but ask one more question.

The uncle waved his hand and said, "If you get into a fight and accidentally kill someone, you can avoid a prison sentence by paying a large sum of money."

"Is this all right?"

From ancient times to the present, killing someone means paying with your life, and it is difficult to completely avoid the consequences of money. Paying money is just a side effect. If you kill someone, you must either pay with your life, or at worst serve a prison sentence, the only difference is the length of time.

"Little girl, let me tell you this, I was mainly on the defensive. I was forced into a corner, so I fought back fiercely, which led to the wrongful killing. I didn't want to kill him."

“That’s why I can just pay the money and settle the matter.”

"Just know that I'm not a bad person. Just do this business with me. I won't cheat you."

Qiao Jianer drove the carriage to West Street. The kimchi had just been sold out and Dayong was helping to clean up the stall.

"In a few days, my father and I will come to your Lingjia Village." Dayong said.

The mother and daughter knew that the engagement date was approaching, and Ling Lao San couldn't wait to announce the engagement with the Qiao family of Datian Village to the villagers.

Ling Laosan's action was to tell the Shi family and those villagers who took advantage of the Shi family's affairs to laugh at their family that Ling Yin had a good arrangement, her husband's family was well-off, and she could eat meat every meal.

"I'm afraid you'll need to let me know the specific date in advance," said Qiu, "so that our family can arrange the reception."

"Well, I'll come here and tell you."

She sold almost two taels of silver today. Qiu packed up the change and copper coins with a look of satisfaction on her face.

Now that the family's situation has started to improve, we can prepare a more generous dowry for Yin.

Three kinds of silver have also been prepared. Whether the Qiao family will prepare it or not is another matter. This is her gift as a mother.

When Qiao Jianer drove the carriage and sent the mother and daughter to the intersection of Lingjia Village, the sun had just slipped down the western mountain, and the orange glow cast a thin veil between the sky and the earth.

The fields are empty after the autumn harvest, with piles of haystacks everywhere. Smoke rises above each household, and the place is quiet and peaceful.

In a field at the entrance of the village, some villagers were sitting and chatting after dinner.

Qiao Lianer discovered that whether in ancient times or in modern rural areas, villagers like to sit at the entrance of the village and gossip.

She stopped the carriage. The road into the village was too narrow for the carriage to pass through, otherwise she would have to send the person to the door.

"I'll send it back to you." Dayong said.

The jars were held in a net bag, which he picked up and carried the stall on his other shoulder.

"Everyone, look! Could this be Ling Lao San's son-in-law?"

"Wow, so tall and handsome, so manly."

The villagers' eyes lit up.

"Look at this Ferghana horse, look at this huge carriage, the clothes these brother and sister are wearing are so new, made of such fine material, without a single patch. My God, they are going to marry into a rich family."

"Third Brother Ling is right. I really want to marry someone who eats meat every day."

"People said this girl was unlucky before, but it turns out that great fortune is coming. She just needs to overcome a hurdle." The villagers were envious.

A man stumbled towards the front, drooling, and stared at Ling Yin blankly.

"Hey, Yin girl, you're back."

"When will you be my wife and give me a baby? No, give me eight or ten."

"Before giving birth, hehe, hehe."

The villagers immediately put on an expression of watching a good show.

I originally thought that Ling Lao San was just bragging, but seeing that the Qiao family was so well off, it was impossible for them not to be jealous or envious.

Now that someone is coming to make things worse, they are even a little overjoyed.

Seeing Shi Zhenxiang, Ling Yin frowned in disgust.

They would go to their doorstep to harass them from time to time, and would not give up even after being driven away.

Dayong put down what he was holding and rolled up his sleeves.

He punched Shi Zhenxiang hard in the face.

Blood was dripping and splattering into the air.

Shi Zhenxiang's already crooked face looked even crookeder.

The light in his eyes quickly faded, and he fell straight back.