??Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Didn’t Let Changfeng Die Again
Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Didn’t Let Changfeng Die Again
And what about Liu Qingshui? He had been taunting his cousins since they were kids and didn’t even show respect to their grandparents, Grandpa and Grandma. Behind their backs, he, along with Liu Rui and Liu Yushui, called them derogatory nas.
How could such a person compare to Lin Changfeng?
“Lin Caisang, I am your Second Uncle, Liu Baixiao. How can you speak to
like this?” Hearing her curses, Liu Baixiao, beca so infuriated that he leaped up from his seat and raised his hand to strike her.
But, before he could bring his hand down, Lin Changhong intervened.
“I dare you to touch Sangsang!” He positioned himself between Liu Baixiao and his sister, protecting her from any harm.
“You——”
Liu Baixiao involuntarily shrank back.
Although he was physically larger, he simply couldn’t compare to Lin Changhong, who had grown up in the mountains under the care of Lin Baizhong.
“Dad, you must be able to help in this situation, right? Earning fifty taels of silver isn’t a bad deal.” He turned around to face Lin Laogeng who was already red-faced from anger.
“One word from you and Changfeng will oblige. If you don’t have any objections, I’ll go get Changfeng now, okay?”
“Hiss!”
Finally, Lu Qiubo ca to her senses and gasped for air. She glanced around and noticed the small hoe that she had used earlier to dig the soil. She picked it up and lunged at Liu Baixiao.
“You beast, Liu Baixiao! I’m going to wallop you with this hoe!”
“Ah!”
Seeing the hoe swung openly in her hand, Liu Baixiao cradled his head and bolted outside, clutching the money bag tightly in his hand.
“Mother, I didn’t ask Changfeng to die, just to take the bla for sothing. He’s a scholar; he won’t die. It’s fifty taels of silvers; don’t let it slip away for nothing. Qingshui is your grandson, and you’re not even willing to help him in trouble. Are you really his grandparents?”
In the blink of an eye, he had already dashed out of the courtyard.
“To hell with being his grandparents! Are we, his grandparents, even related to him? Get lost, you brute. Dream on if you think Changfeng is going to take the bla for that bastard!”
Lu Qiubo stood in the courtyard, hollering at Liu Baixiao.
“Ah, mother, keep your voice down. If outsiders hear us, things will get difficult.” At his mother’s loud voice, Liu Baixiao quickly lowered his voice to caution her.
Even at this point, he was still trying to persuade Lin Laogeng and his wife to use Lin Changfeng as a scapegoat.
Lin Caisang leisurely walked out of the house. Her eyes were deep and calm as they followed Liu Baixiao’s retreating figure. The clan leaders of the Lin and Ya clans, and nurous elders were all gathered around. Such a lively scene.
Unfortunately, Liu Baixiao was too nervous, fearing that the hoe might strike him, he failed to notice what was happening around him.
“Mother, it’s fifty taels of silver! Fifty! You haven’t seen fifty taels in your lifeti, have you? A re scholar like Lin Changfeng—what future could he possibly have? It’s much better to seize this opportunity when he’s of use and earn fifty taels.”
Liu Baixiao continued to speak.
Lin Caisang raised her hand and touched her chubby cheek, speechless.
“Get out of here, scram! If I see you again, I’ll beat you each ti. Even if I starve to death, I won’t sell my grandson. Wishful thinking if you expect Changfeng to take the bla for Liu Qingshui,” Lu Qiubo yelled at him.
“Tsk, mother, why are you like this? Didn’t we agree to this earlier? Don’t you agree too?”
Seeing things going south, Liu Baixiao frowned, worrying about how to explain to Liu Rui. Plus, he needed to save his son. His son was his lifeline for the future.
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