Group pet big boss milk Huhu: relying on fortune telling is popular in Beijing

Chapter 8 Sour!Lose to the end!

Just now he praised himself so much, but who knows that he is a poor ghost who doesn't even have two taels of silver!

Really poor and smelly shameless.

Chen Ke braced himself, and said shamelessly: "Isn't this not Chunwei yet? When I win the Juren, let alone two taels, I can afford even ten taels of silver."

"Whether you win or not has nothing to do with me. Today you can either write an IOU, or I will take you to see the official. Choose one."

Chen Kexin pressed his fingerprints reluctantly, and Pan Xiaosheng let him go.

Seeing that Pan Xiaosheng was about to leave, he didn't even care about his image—he limped forward and shouted from behind:
"Pan Xiaosheng, don't regret it!"

"When I win Juren, and you cry and beg me, I, Chen Ke, will not marry you!"

At this moment, a male voice came from behind, "Young master, the man you hired just now poured pig's offal on my daughter's fur, what do you think you are going to do to compensate?"

Chen Ke asked subconsciously: "I don't have any money to compensate you, and it's not because I made it dirty."

It was only when he said this that he saw who the man standing behind him was. He was Zheng Dashan's ignorant bastard, Zheng Er, a bastard!

There are several servants behind him, all of them look not to be trifled with, if he doesn't pay, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave today.

After a while, Chen Ke finally asked: "How much is your clothes, I will write you an IOU first, and I will pay you back when I have money."

"500 taels of silver, including the custom-made fee and the round-trip distance, just give me 700 taels." Zheng Er said slowly.

"What?" Chen Ke was dumbfounded, obviously he didn't expect this fluffy clothes to be so expensive, it was a sky-high price for him!
"I said you owe me 700 taels of silver." Zheng Er scolded.

Chen Ke was extremely angry, his whole face was full of anger, and he hated Pan Xiaosheng several levels in his heart!
He didn't expect that because of Pan Xiaosheng, he would have to pay so much money at once, and he had never seen so much money in his life!

But he can't renege on his debt, just because he is the son of Zheng Dashan, even though he is an unfavored bastard, he still dare not offend him!

Speaking of his old man Zheng Dashan, he is the richest man in Shanghe City. In the eyes of the people of Shanghe City, he is a living Bodhisattva. If you dare to offend their family, you will fight against the entire Shanghe City!
Speaking of tonight's New Year's Eve, Mr. Yang deliberately fried three small dishes and put them on the table, and even put the roast chicken sent by Widow Pan on the table.

He carried Ye Chuchu onto the stool, and handed the only remaining chicken leg to Ye Chuchu.

"Grandpa, it's delicious to eat a piece of meat." Ye Chuchu tore off a piece of chicken and handed it to grandpa.

Old Uncle Yang saw that both sides of Ye Chuchu's cheeks, which should have been glowing pink, were swollen and red at the moment, and he blamed himself for not protecting his granddaughter well.

The little guy was beaten, not only did not cry, but was very obedient and filial, the little guy always thought of him before eating.

Old man Yang's heart was full of warmth. Over the years, due to the lack of his son's departure and the arrival of the little guy, the gap in his heart was finally filled.

He took the chicken from her hand and ate it.

A chicken leg was quickly torn apart by the two of you. Uncle Yang even felt that it was a pity to lose the bone, so he pried open the bone and ate the bone marrow inside.

Ye Chuchu looked distressed, and hastily tore off another chicken wing. At first you fed me one bite at a time, and soon the two of them killed one chicken leg, two chicken feet, two chicken wings, and ate the whole chicken clean.

Seemingly full, Ye Chuchu hiccupped a little, looking at the boiled water on the table with his dark eyes, "Grandpa, drink some water."

Uncle Yang poured a cup of boiled water for her to drink, then picked up another cup and poured him another cup.

Uncle Yang looked down at her bulging belly, and chuckled: "It's a blessing to be able to eat, and it's easy to support. Grandpa must be a lucky little girl after Chuchu."

"Yeah!" Ye Chuchu nodded heavily.

(End of this chapter)