Fisherman Fubao made his fortune by fishing

Chapter 179 Hail on a Sunny Day

A flash of panic flashed across Li Meifen's face, and then she revealed a pitiful expression, "Cousin, he is just trying to sow discord. Are you willing to believe a tyrant who robs and robs people instead of me?"

As she spoke, Lai Meifen already burst into tears.

Huang Dafa immediately softened his heart again, "Mom, my cousin wouldn't do this. He must not want to give the money."

Mrs. Zhang didn't think so. She rolled her eyes and said to Zhu Yourong, "Stop talking nonsense here. I'll give you a price of twenty taels, or I'll sell this little bastard. Anyway, his account is in our house, so the government won't care even if he's sold."

A cold light flashed in Li Meifen's eyes.

Zhu Yourong's wife had been dead for many years, and he had to go to brothels or secret brothels to solve his physical problems. He didn't save much money, and Li Meifen only stole more than twenty taels of silver.

At this time, Zhu Yourong could only take out ten taels of silver at most.

He gritted his teeth and said, "My money has really been taken away by this bitch. All I have is ten taels of silver. If you are willing, write me a deed of sale. The child will be mine and the money will be yours."

Mrs. Zhang saw that he didn't seem to be lying, so she thought about slowly taking away the money in Li Meifen's hands. She had many ways to torture people. Before, Li Juan had been tortured by her until she was as obedient as a dog.

So, the two sides reached an agreement, and the Huang family sold their son to Zhu Yourong, his biological father, for ten taels of silver.

Li Meifen remained silent throughout the whole process, but she hated Zhang Pozi and her son in her heart. That was her flesh and blood, how could she not feel pain?

In less than a day, a new story was added to the teahouse in Xinpu Town, which became a topic of conversation among the people after dinner.

After watching the fun, Zhao took Li Meir away.

"Aunt, how can there be such a weird family in this world that sells children so openly?"

Li Meir didn't know Mrs. Zhang, so naturally she didn't know that she was the old pious woman who sold the child of Li Juan, the village chief's family.

Zhao sighed and said, "Mei'er, don't tell anyone what you saw today. We girls shouldn't talk about these dirty things, lest we leave a bad impression on others."

Li Meir also knew that her aunt was doing this for her own good, so she nodded obediently.

Just as the two turned around and disappeared into the crowd, a pair of lustful eyes from the teahouse opposite were staring at Li Meir's back.

"With such a small figure, I didn't expect that Xinpu Town would have such a beautiful beauty."

The servant flattered him: "Young Master, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she is still not your plaything."

Wu Yanei stroked his chin and said reluctantly: "What a pity, after what happened recently, Wang Hu and Zhang Bao are not able to take action."

The servant reminded him, "Young Master, you forgot that Zhang Bao has been struck to death by lightning, and Zhao Mang is the one in charge now."

"Oh, by the way, Zhang Bao is dead." Wu Yanei opened his folding fan, fanned himself, shook his head and sighed, "What a pity, his way of doing things is quite to my liking, go and tell that guy to think of a solution, I'm itching to do it."

The servant boy smiled lewdly and took the order to leave.

The Li family didn't know yet that an unexpected disaster was approaching quietly.

Not long after Zhao and Li Meir left the town, a loud thunder flashed in the sky, and suddenly hail fell from the clear sky.

Hailstones as big as pigeon eggs came without warning, and passers-by were forced to flee in panic.

Zhao and Li Meir carried the baskets on their heads and hurried home.

The construction of Fisherman's Song Wharf also had to be suspended.

About a quarter of an hour later, the sky suddenly cleared up again.

At the same time, a Taoist priest with a white beard and green robe came to the town gate. He counted with his fingers and his face was suddenly horrified: "Oh no, the star of disaster has appeared, and the people are suffering. This is going to be a big thing, terrible! Terrible!"

After saying that, he strode into the town with big strides. The fortune-telling flag in his hand rustled in the wind, as if there were really gods and ghosts possessing it in the dark.

At Yuge Wharf, as soon as the hail stopped, the villagers returned to work on their own accord.

"What's going on today? I feel like God is foreshadowing something." An old man swept the hail off the top of his boat.

At the side, his granddaughter quickly took the broom from his hand and went on board to take the ice-clearing cannon herself.

"Grandpa, please stop imagining things. Isn't it common to have hail in winter?"

"Maybe I'm overthinking it." Having said that, the old man was still worried. He remembered the natural disaster many years ago, in which many people died. His parents died in that disaster.

Fortunately, there was no more hail until the end of the work day.

Before the hour of You, Li Laosan and Datou had prepared more than two thousand coins and put them in a basket.

“Bang, bang, bang!” The gong sounded, signaling the end of work. Li Laosan shouted, “It’s time to end work! It’s time to end work! Everyone line up, and when your name is called, go forward to receive your wages. After receiving your wages, put your fingerprint under your name. After the money is counted, you can leave. There will be no refunds later.”

"Village chief!" Big Head read from the account book.

The village chief walked forward nervously under everyone's envious gazes.

Datou sang from the account book: "Village head, thirty cents."

The village chief happily took the string of copper coins, pointed at the account book with a big head and said, "Uncle Jiu, this is your name, please put your fingerprint on it."

He pushed the ink pad over, and the village chief happily pressed his fingerprint and stood aside.

Li Laosan reminded him: "Uncle Jiu, please take the lead in counting. Don't be shy. Only after you count can they follow and learn. This way, the accounts will be easier to calculate."

The village chief nodded and deliberately said loudly: "Everyone, please count the money in front of you, and don't make trouble later."

The villagers burst into laughter at the village chief's words, and they felt much better at heart. It would be better to count the money in person.

Datou then shouted, "Shuanzi, twenty cents."

"Coming! Coming!"

The young man Shuanzi jumped out of the crowd happily and walked forward rubbing his hands.

After receiving the heavy twenty cents, he was so happy that the corners of his mouth stretched to his ears.

Then he stood aside and counted them happily: "One, two..."

The people behind him stretched their necks enviously to watch him count the money, and counted along with him in their hearts.

Their relatives in the distance were also watching this scene happily, waiting for the family to have some income so that their children and grandchildren could start their own families and careers.

When he counted to ten, Shuanzi was stunned for a moment and said, "Uncle Village Chief, what should I do if I can only count to ten?"

Li Laosan suddenly thought of the way his two brothers counted money before, and kindly reminded them: "If you count two tens, it's twenty, three tens, it's thirty, and so on."

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that? Third brother is really smart. No wonder the young master values ​​you so much and is willing to give such a big place to you."

So Shuanzi started counting happily again.

After the money was divided and the accounts were settled, Li Laosan and Datou said goodbye to everyone.

"We'll use the same routine tomorrow. Let's keep up the good work!"

"it is good!"

Amid cheers, the two men packed their things, left the iron pot and other items at the village chief's house, and pushed the cart away.