The eldest daughter is not easy to bully

Chapter 57 Slums

Ling Qing didn't want to hear what Ling Chengtian said about Xiao Yan's caring words, so he hurriedly fled back to Yueman West Building.

I fell asleep on the bed.

When I woke up, the weather outside was fine again.

After she finished her breakfast, just as she walked out of the house, she saw Xinghe walking over.

"Big girl." Xinghe followed Wutong, looking more energetic than the last time he saw him.

"Girl, Xinghe wants to go back." Wutong said with a look of reluctance.

"Yeah, I've been bothering the eldest girl and the older sisters for a few days, so I should go back." Xinghe said with a smile.

These days, Xinghe is very obedient, doesn't ask too much, doesn't look too much, and doesn't think too much.

I eat and sleep every day, wake up and eat again, and I have performed as a very qualified patient should.

Ling Qing thought, the old wounds and new wounds on his body were far from being healed in the past few days.

Why did she get hurt like this, she didn't ask too much.

He had just returned to the city at that time, so he didn't know what was going on in the mansion.How can I have the energy to help others when I'm not even sure about my own safety?

And she doesn't like to talk empty talk first, she can only focus on the things that need to be solved most at present.

Now, there are no chores behind me, so I can free up my energy and concentrate on dealing with it.

"Big girl, when you are free, come to the slums to find me anytime. The people there are easy to get along with." Xinghe seemed to see through Ling Qing's sudden silence.

He said in a low voice: "As long as the eldest girl doesn't dislike it."

Ling Qing frowned: "Okay! Then I will go with you now, do you mind?"

Xinghe's eyes suddenly shone like Xinghe: "I don't mind, Xinghe will be happy if the eldest girl can come."

Ling Qing went as soon as she said, completely forgetting about Xiao Yan who was still waiting for her in Lan Zhouyuan.

The Ling family's carriage drove straight into the slums.

The carriage driven by Xu Dazheng.

Last time because of Gu Changde's burial, he visited the slum several times.That's why the people here recognize him, so they let him drive in unimpeded.

The guards at the gate didn't even have time to report, Xinghe had already brought Ling Qing into the only thatched cottage here under the suspicious eyes of all the city residents.

"Grandpa Xin." Xinghe shouted first.

In the thatched hut, sat a white-haired old man, who was concentrating on looking at the messy letter paper on the table.

As soon as he heard someone calling him, he raised his eyes that had been reading letters for a long time, some old and dim eyes, and squinted to look at Ling Qing and Wutong.

"Grandpa Xin, this is the eldest girl. This is Sister Wutong who took care of me. They are specially here to visit us today." Xinghe introduced.

He seemed to be out of habit, walked behind Xin Mo, and held his shoulders for him.

"Big girl!" A young boy came in from behind, as skinny as Xing He, with piercing eyes.

"My name is Ling Qing. This is my girl named Wutong." Ling Qing introduced the boy friendly.

The young man blushed and looked away, and said in a low voice, "My name is Qi Min."

Only now did Mr. Xin have a chance to say, "Miss."

He took the crutch that was placed aside, stood up with it, and pointed to the opposite chair: "Please sit down."

After Ling Qing sat down, Mr. Xin sat down again.

Xinghe continued to pinch Xin Mo's shoulders, while Qi Min went outside to boil water.

When he brought the old teacup filled with hot water to Ling Qing, he said in embarrassment: "The tea is poor, I hope you will forgive me."

Ling Qing bent her lips: "Exactly, I like drinking hot water."

After speaking, he took two sips.

Seeing this, Qi Min's face became better.

Wutong wanted to laugh, but out of politeness, she tried her best to smile.

There's no way, Qi Min's shy appearance doesn't look like a boy at all.

Seeing Ling Qing's magnanimous expression, Mr. Xin's heart tightened slightly, so he reluctantly relaxed.

"Grandpa Xin, is it okay for me to call you like this?" Ling Qing asked.

Xin Mo said nervously: "Young lady, you can do whatever you want, and it is also my honor to be called grandpa by you."

"Then I'll be blunt."

"Miss, please ask."

"Since when did the slums exist?" Ling Qing asked with a serious look.

Grandpa Xin seemed to be recalling, and said after a while: "When you come next year, it will be exactly five years."

Exactly five years, that is, after she was hit by the memory of her previous life.

"I heard from Dazheng that you are all original residents of Ducheng. What happened to make you like this? I want to know more details."

Xin Mo lowered his eyes and stroked the old teacup in his hand: "Because of debt."

"There is a gambling shop in Ducheng called Qian Lai Casino. I heard that the boss is behind the Qian family. As for whether it is a big money or a small money, I don't know."

"The urban residents living in the slums are all driven here because they owe money to the gambling house, and they can't pay it off."

"This was a wasteland at the beginning, but gradually more people were driven out, and then they settled down. This place has become what other people call a slum."

Xin Mo glanced at the thatched hut: "This thatched hut was built for me because I am an old man, and they are afraid that I will not live comfortably."

"When the eldest girl came, she should have seen it. Everyone lived in tents made of old cloth."

As he spoke, Xin Mo's eyes turned red.

Xinghe's little hands that helped Xin Mo's shoulders slowed down involuntarily.

Qi Min also bowed his head.

Not to mention the big guys waiting outside, all of them are dejected.

Ling Qing listened to Xin Mo's statement with a calm expression.

There are quite a few people in the slums, and there don't seem to be many elderly people, most of them are women, children and children.

She didn't see many young guys like Qi Min, but almost no young men.

"Why are there so many families who collectively owe them money?" Ling Qing asked.

"It's all because of a gimmick." Xin Mo smoothed his mind, and then said: "When you enter the workshop, you will be given 1 taels of silver as a booklet. You must not take it away, and you can only use it in the gambling workshop."

"If you lose, you don't have to pay. If you win, you have to return the 1 taels of silver. And you have to charge interest on the winning silver, and you get five hundred cash for one tael of silver."

A thousand Wen is equal to a copper coin, which is equal to a tael of silver.This is equivalent to winning half and half.

Don't say that you can get rich if you win, and you don't have to lose money if you lose. Whoever listens to this cheap deal, people who love money can't stand this temptation.

Especially those who love to be petty and cheap.

They dare to engage in such a gimmick, so naturally they are not afraid of losing money.

Because of gambling, once people have tasted the sweetness, they will always take that luck and gamble.

Even if you lose a pair of pants, you will think that you will definitely win in the next round.

It's like taking a drug.

"So, is the culprit who lost everything in the bet dead or dead?" Ling Qing asked.

"The first few families sold their sons and daughters, and the poor children died at the hands of animals. Later, more and more urban residents joined the slums."

"I didn't want the tragedy to repeat itself, so I chose to let that bastard who lost money in gambling, let the gambling house take away his life." Xin Mo hated the iron and steel.

No wonder there are so few young men in the slums.

"Will the people in the gambling shop give up after killing one person?" Ling Qing asked.

Xin Mo said angrily, "Not really."

(End of this chapter)