Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

Hearing these shameless words from Old Mrs. Shao, Mr. and Mrs. Shao almost fainted from anger. Their expressions, which had just calmed down, instantly turned colder than ice.

Shao's father flatly refused, saying, "Mom, I think it's not just Dad who's getting senile, you're terribly senile too. The division of the family property was all done fairly and in black and white, it's not something you can get away with by lying."

"You, you unfilial son! Your mother raised you with great difficulty, and now that you've made it big, you're planning to abandon your parents and live a carefree life on your own, is that it?"

The old lady slapped her thigh and kept shouting.

Apart from the eldest son's family members who were cheering from the sidelines, the Shao family, who had been driven over, all kept their heads down, wishing they could disappear on the spot, let alone help Old Lady Shao to agree.

Seeing that her plan was failing and she was about to cause trouble, Old Lady Shao caught sight of that brat from the third branch of the family leading Village Chief Li and others rushing over.

Upon meeting, the other party immediately began to reprimand:

"Grandma, what are you up to today? Why is your family putting on a grand show in the village every day?"

"I was wondering why no one from your family was at work today; turns out they've all come here to cause trouble."

Village Chief Li, with a stern face, showed no mercy to anyone and pointed directly at Uncle Shao and the others, saying:

"Shao Aiguo, Zhao Fang, you two hurry up and take your families to work. If anyone tries to shirk their duties or cause trouble again, I'll have the scorekeeper deduct their work points."

Uncle Shao felt extremely wronged. He hadn't done anything today, yet he was still made an example of and scolded.

At this point, all they can do is beg and plead to get the whole family to leave quickly, so they don't continue to embarrass themselves.

Shao Jianjun's face was dark, as if someone owed him hundreds of dollars. He stared at Shao Linshen with a gloomy look in his eyes, his former resolute and composed demeanor nowhere to be seen.

When Shao's mother noticed this, she was about to speak when Shao Linshen raised his hand to stop her.

He took a few steps forward, turned to look at his older cousin who was standing close by, and said, his lips parted:

"Whether I had an affair with your wife or not, you know it in your heart. Don't act like you've been cheated on and try to pin all this dirty stuff on me."

"If you can truly defeat me fair and square, then you're a real man, instead of resorting to all sorts of cunning tricks to make people laugh."

At this point, Shao Linshen deliberately raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, as if saying it casually:

"A man has to be capable to earn respect. Otherwise, not only will his parents suffer scorn, but even his wife won't be on his side."

After saying that, Shao Linshen didn't care what the other party thought. He just pointed at He Xinlian, who was still lying on the ground, with his index finger, telling him to keep a close eye on his woman in the future and not to run around in front of him and act shamelessly.

He Xinlian was covered in filth and had been beaten by her mother-in-law and sister-in-law. She was having a hard time even getting up.

But looking at her husband, whose expression was unpredictable, she inexplicably shrank back, lowered her head in fear, and staggered behind him as they left.

"They're a bunch of lunatics."

Shao's mother spat on the ground in resentment, then turned to her son and told him not to go back to the village recently, lest someone take advantage of the situation and he would be unable to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

Shao Linshen nodded obediently, squinting as he watched the couple walk away.

He thought to himself, 'The best is yet to come.'

*

Inside the Shao family's old house.

Ever since they returned from the village entrance last time, the eldest son and his family members have clearly felt that their eldest son/brother has become a completely different person.

Although he went to work in the fields as usual, he didn't say a word to anyone. He buried himself in his work during the day, and after eating at home, he would lie down to sleep before it got dark.

Only He Xinlian knew that this man was harboring a deep resentment.

Judging from the way the man sneaked up the mountain every night, He Xinlian knew perfectly well what he was up to.

But she didn't expose him. She was still hoping to live a good life with him, and she could endure being subservient for the sake of the future.

Just as she expected, only half a month later...

This scoundrel got up again in the middle of the night, stealthily took the only flashlight in the house, carefully placed it in his arms, picked up the large basket that was kept in the house, and cautiously opened the door and walked towards the road outside the village...

Entrance to the black market in the county town.

He didn't see any of the familiar faces who had been standing outside. Urged on by others, Shao Jianjun reluctantly took out two cents, but before he could even lift them up, they were snatched away.

Shao Jianjun, carrying a basket on his back, was about to go inside when he hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help turning back to ask:

"Brother, where did those lookouts go?"

"Why are you asking this?" A tall, burly, dark-faced man looked at him warily.

Shao Jianjun quickly waved his hand and explained, "Don't misunderstand, I'm just familiar with them, so I asked casually."

The burly man with the dark face ignored what he was saying and impatiently shoved him, almost causing Shao Jianjun to stumble and fall to the ground.

"If you're going in, hurry up and don't ask any unnecessary questions."

Shao Jianjun had always been politely led in before, so this was the first time he had been treated so rudely, and he felt extremely frustrated.

He felt that everyone looked down on him because he was poor.

That once upright and resolute face has now become increasingly gloomy.

the other side.

It's located at the entrance of an alley not far from the black market.

Qin Hongliang was squatting on the ground, bored and biting a blade of grass to swat mosquitoes, when he looked up and saw a familiar figure not far away preparing to enter the black market. He immediately stood up excitedly.

He quickly nudged Zeng Zhiqiang beside him with his elbow and whispered:

"Qiangzi, look, isn't that the ungrateful brother from Lin Shen who just went in?"

Zeng Zhiqiang's eyes widened upon hearing this, and he indeed saw Shao Jianjun go inside. He said with ill intent:

"Hey, we've finally got him! Quick, let's do a 'good deed' right now. You keep an eye on him, I'll be gone for a bit."

As he was about to turn around, Qin Hongliang grabbed his neck and stopped him, saying:

"Don't rush. This is Boss Chen's territory. If you blurt things out, you won't even know how you died."

Zeng Zhiqiang only remembered this incident when cold sweat broke out on his back.

Then he heard his friend next to him chuckle coldly. Following the direction the other man was pointing, he saw two men, completely covered up, squatting in a clump of grass.

He slapped his forehead and whispered:

"I almost forgot, that guy has become so ungrateful because of our flattery that he really thinks the black market is like a supply and marketing cooperative, where everything is fair and just."

"It seems we don't need to get involved; we can just watch the show. Hey, next time we meet, we can share this funny story with Lin Shen."

The two looked at each other and then squatted back down in the alley.

With nothing else to do, they spent their days learning trades from their families and their nights taking turns to stake out the black market.

As soon as the lookout at the gate is replaced, they disguise themselves and carry the grain and vegetables sent from Shaolin to sell.

The money and tickets we received were split 40/60 with that guy.

That is, they share 40%, with Shaolin Shen taking 60%.

As for where those grains and vegetables came from, they all tacitly never bothered to investigate.

Sometimes, being too curious isn't a good thing.

The two were lost in thought.

Less than half an hour later, a familiar figure emerged from the black market exit, walking with a straight back and light steps.

Completely unaware that two tails had already followed behind...