Rebirth of the Poor Girl

No matter what Ren Qin Haitang said, Tian Minyan didn't even ask for the 400 taels, but only took 100 taels to pay the consultation fees and medicine fees, and bought some Yu Zhengui medicinal materials in case of emergencies. After all, Tian Huairen hurt his heart. Will there be sequels.

As for other things, she is not the one who touches porcelain, and she doesn't bother, she finds it disgusting to use this kind of silver, and taking the 100 taels is just the medical expenses that should be paid.

Money is always earned by oneself so that you can use it with peace of mind and comfort.

"My lord, what do you think?" Qin Haitang looked at the 400 taels silver note on the table, and frowned in embarrassment.

"Young girl is very proud." Qi Qi glanced at the banknote, pouted at Yang Guan and said: "Yang Guan, put it away, this can buy a lot of silver needles, and then I can practice your hands."

Yang Guan's face darkened, and he put it away without saying a word, laughing at Qin Haitang.

"Guard Yang's hidden weapon has become more accurate, so Hu Bazi's right hand is probably going to be useless?" Qin Haitang said with a light smile.

Only then did Yang Guan loosen his black face, and said with a sneer, "That's natural."

"I don't know how that girl will take revenge and make life worse than death. I'm really curious." Qi Qi touched his chin and said something, then opened his fan and walked out.

However, after Hu Bazi was driven home by his family's entourage, Mrs. Hu received the news and rushed over with a group of wives and concubines. When she saw her precious son with half a silver needle stuck in his palm, she immediately opened her throat and howled. , The white powder on the face fell down in a whizzing manner.

And Hu Bazi's wives and concubines, whether it was true or false, all cried mournfully, and for a while, the house was full of noise.

"Please doctor, please invite Doctor He, who the hell did it, my son, who dared to hurt you." Mrs. Hu cried in a sad voice while hugging Hu Bazi.

"Mother, is my hand going to be useless? Why can't I feel it?" Hu Bazi felt that his palm was numb, as if he couldn't feel any pain.

"What?" Mrs. Hu was shocked when she heard the words, and howled even louder: "My poor son, who is it, tell my mother, my mother asked your aunt to send someone to kill him."

Hu Bazi was also full of resentment, and he explained today's events in full detail, and finally said: "Mother, do you think my father is old and confused? He actually beat me in front of so many people. Your son, do I still have to raise my head in front of the servants in the future?"

"That old thing, my mother can't spare him!" Mrs. Hu raised her eyebrows and shouted angrily when she heard that it was okay.

"You unworthy son, don't you dare to make arrangements for the old man when you are about to die?" There was a sudden roar from outside the door, and the two mother and son looked back, only to see Master Hu's fat body swept away like a gust of wind. Come in.

Seeing Mr. Hu, Hu Bazi shrank his head and shouted: "Mother, Dad wants to hit me again, ouch, my hand is going to be useless."

"You old bastard, if you dare to hit my son, step over my corpse first." Madam Hu immediately opened her hands to protect her like an old hen, and screamed again when she saw the needle in her son's hand : "Why hasn't the doctor come yet? Are they all dead?"

"Get out of here." Mr. Hu saw a room full of wives and concubines, crying, and the quarrel made the veins on his forehead stand out, so he let out a drink.

When the room was quiet and only his confidant was left, Mr. Hu glared at Mrs. Hu, and scolded: "You spoiled this scoundrel, do you know what good things he did? He just bullied me. The family is going to die."

"Isn't she just a village girl? What's the big deal? If you spend two extra dollars, you'll be fine." Mrs. Hu didn't notice the old man's panic at all, and said with disdain as before: "Those dead poor ghosts, give him Dozens of taels, how many girls can’t carry it? It’s good that you are old, and you are helping outsiders to bully my son. I tell you Hu Youqian, if my son’s hand is going to be crippled, you will pay me for one. .”

"Damn it, who has such a cruel heart, why did he tie his good palms into such a shape? Oh, my son." Madam Hu patted her thigh and yelled heartily.

Mr. Hu had a son in his middle age, not because he didn't cherish his son, but because of his treasure, he paid more attention to it, because he was afraid that he would hurt himself by messing with someone who shouldn't be messed with.

"Housekeeper Hu, hurry up and send someone to write to Second Aunt Grandma, telling her that her precious nephew has been bullied to the point of killing half his life." Mrs. Hu ordered the housekeeper at home: "Let her send an imperial doctor to treat him My son's hand, go quickly. A group of local turtles, this is bullying me, no one in the Hu family."

"Yes, the slave will go here."

"Stop." Master Hu yelled, glared at Mrs. Hu bitterly and cursed, "What do you know about your long hair and short knowledge? Do you know who is standing behind that girl?"

"Isn't she just a village girl?" Mrs. Hu burst into tears after being shocked by Mr. Hu's serious face, and she couldn't help asking in a daze after listening to his words with deep meaning.

"What kind of background does a country girl have? Daddy, you were bluffed, and you still pay 500 taels, why don't you go to Mixianglou and drink flower wine for me." Hu Bazi hummed.

"What, 500 taels, you have too much money and no place to spend it? You old bastard, have you been fascinated by some vixen again, huh?" Mrs. Hu jumped up when she heard it.

"Mom, I know this. It's the shopkeeper of some tea shop. That figure is so beautiful." Seeing his mother showing off his power, Hu Bazi was happy to see his father deflated, so as to avenge the beating on the street, so he kept fanning the flames. : "Those eyes are captivating, even my son is fascinated."

"Okay, you're so old..."

"Shut up." Master Hu yelled out angrily, "You bastard, you don't even know you're about to die. Standing behind that girl is the virtuous king. Do you know the virtuous king? Prince An You have to call him uncle when you are tens of years old. You evil son, I will kill you now, so that white-headed people will send black-headed people to Japan, and the whole family will be harmed." As he said, he went to copy guys all over the room.

King Xian?

Hu Bazi froze on the spot, his right hand fell on the wall, and the silver needle stuck in his palm penetrated half a point, causing him to yelp in pain.

"Master, have you made a mistake? How could the virtuous king be the backer of that village girl? If it was true, that girl would have given up." Mrs. Hu came to her senses when she heard her son yelling, and asked suspiciously.

"Yes, yes, there must be a mistake."

"What a mistake, even the woman you're looking at came out of the palace, you reckless bastard, you have pierced the sky." Master Hu threw the vase in his hand at him.

Hu Bazi was startled at this moment, he quickly dodged to avoid it, and shouted: "Mother, save me, ah, my hand is going to be useless."

The room was in chaos, Mr. Hu couldn't touch his son a few times, so he fell down on the ground with exhaustion, muttering: "I've been stabbed to the sky, I've been stabbed to the sky, now I just hope that you will forget about it. "