Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 417 Promise
The boy's voice was sharp and piercing.

"Zhaodi and I are childhood sweethearts. Her family wants a high dowry, but their family can't help it. Zhaodi's younger brother is not mentally sound, and her father is sick. Apart from selling Zhaodi for a good price, their family can also sell Zhaodi for a good price. What can I do? I want a Zhaodi in my life, and if you don’t want to pay me the money, you’re going to die, I can’t, I will never let Zhaodi be sold!”

The young man looked at the two old men angrily.

His father was furious, picked up the broom and was about to beat him, "You bastard, you just talk to your parents like that? Why did you have such a thing as a child, you deserve to be thrown into the urinal and drowned as soon as you are born! "

A broom passed by, but the boy's mother kicked over like a raging lion, kicking the old man back and forth.

"Hey, I'll put you in the urinal first, Bao'er, don't be in a hurry, don't cry, mother will find a way for you, there must be a way."

The mother's heart ached so much that she hugged her son and screamed heartily. His father was very angry, but he didn't dare to touch his mother-in-law with a single finger, so he hummed softly, "Kick me so hard, Kicking my waist, what good will it do you!"

The boy was silent for a while, then he broke free from his mother's arms, took a few steps back, and knelt down with a plop.

His mother was startled immediately: "You child, what are you doing!"

The young man gritted his teeth, rushed over and hugged his mother's leg and cried loudly, "Mother, this tea house of yours doesn't make money in the first place, that is, this land, this house is valuable, why bother to keep it? You are not in business. I don’t even want to drink the tea I’m given, let alone the guests, how many tea houses in our capital, with your little ability, do you still want to make a lot of money?”

"Mother, son, please sell this tea house. My son only needs 50 taels. Zhaodi's mother said that Zhaodi will marry her son for only 50 taels! My son and Zhaodi will be filial to you and your elders." , the two of us will work hard to make money, so that you two can enjoy your old age in peace."

His mother's distressed eyes were red, but she closed her teeth tightly and shook her head lightly. Before she could speak, the young man let go of his hand, stood up, wiped his face, and said loudly: "If you don't agree, Just watch me die!"

With a cold face, the young man looked at his parents stubbornly, "Choose yourself, whether you want a son, or you want this shabby tea house!"

His father frowned, the anger on his face hadn't stopped, he stared at his son suspiciously: "What did you say?"

His mother was even more taken aback, she came over and grabbed her son's arm: "Bao'er, don't be foolish."

"That's too late."

The young man lowered his head and said word by word, "I borrowed 60 taels of silver from Yan Da, and if I don't pay it back at the end of the month, and the interest rate will be 70 taels next month, you can figure it out yourself!"

There was a buzzing sound in his mother's head, and she fell backwards. His father hurriedly supported him, and the boy was also startled. He took a step forward, met his father's angry eyes, but flinched again. , bowed his head and stepped back, his face full of fear and fear.

For a moment, the entire backyard fell silent.

After a long while, his mother regained her strength and slowly stood up straight. Gu Xiang watched from a distance, and the old man seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and his energy and energy had disappeared.

We should say that they look old at first, but they are old, and they are also very energetic old people. They are full of vitality. Except for their appearance, they are not inferior to the energetic young people who are three or 40 years old.

Then at this time, the two old people felt like they were dying.

The young man gritted his teeth and cried, "Father and mother, save your son and give him a way to survive. You know how vicious Yan Da is. If I don't pay the money, he will definitely let him go." I can't live, I can't die!"

The two old men were silent.

The young man cried loudly: "You are only my son, what is there in this dilapidated teahouse that deserves your nostalgia. Woohoo."

His mother sighed, and said softly: "Bao'er, let's go, leave the capital, and hide somewhere else."

The young man was stunned.

His mother looked gloomy: "This tea house does not belong to my parents."

"impossible!"

The young man gritted his teeth, "I've seen the land deed and house deed. The head of the household is clearly Father, and this house belongs to you too... Could it be that you would rather lie to me than give your own son a way out!"

"The deed is in my name."

His father was no longer angry now, and sighed softly, "But this house and this place belong to an old friend of my father's. All these years, your parents just took care of it here."

"Take care? I lived in this old house when I was a child for more than ten years, but now you tell me that this is the place of your **** friend? Who are you lying to?"

The two old men shook their heads in silence.

The boy came back to his senses and said repeatedly: "Never mind if it belongs to you or a friend, since it has been given to our little one for 20 years, I think your friend won't mind if you sell it to save your son's life! Mother, look at my son, I am your own son, are you willing to let me die?"

His mother sighed: "Of course mother is not willing to part with it, but Bao'er, in this life, a promise to some people can be treated like a fart, and you can let it go as soon as you say it, but a promise to some people is that you can die forever." It can't be broken, your parents' promise to the owner of this house is for a hundred years and a thousand years, and you will never break your promise."

The boy was at a loss and didn't understand what his mother was talking about.

Gu Xiang couldn't help but blinked and sighed softly.

It seems that this old couple also has a story.

As soon as she sighed, the two old men at the door suddenly turned their heads to look over, their faces full of vigilance: "Who is it?"

"I take the liberty of visiting late at night, and I still look at Haihan."

The owner of the tea house was stunned, pushed the half-open door open, looked up, looked at Gu Xiang through the light, and immediately threw the lantern in his hand to the ground.

The proprietress lowered her head to pick it up, and when she raised her head she was also stunned, staring for a while, then raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.

Gu Xiang smiled: "Ning Yufei instructed me to come here, I wonder what the two of you might tell me?"

The boss and the lady boss looked at each other, obviously a little lost, and it took a while to recover: "Yes, yes."

The proprietress hurriedly took a few steps forward, looked left and right and carefully measured Gu Xiang's face, the light in her eyes became more intense as she looked: "Ah, I'll make tea for the little lady."

Gu Xiang didn't refuse either, the boss wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in a friendly voice: "The little old man knows what the little lady is looking for, is it the one Xue Shan left behind, um, the diary, yes the diary."

"journal?"

This word is quite trendy.

While the boss was talking, he walked to the counter next to him, rummaged through the messy pile of tea cakes, and found a kraft paper bag after a while, took it over and handed it to Gu Xiang, and said in a low voice: "This is it."

"Our couple had some friendship with Xue Shan in the early years. About three years ago, Xue Shan suddenly came to the door at night and left this diary with me. He said that Ruoning Yufei would send someone to pick it up in the future before he could hand over the diary. .”

(End of this chapter)