Fragrance Returned

Ding Xiang believes that her grandfather and father will not betray her, but how should they overcome this difficulty?

Ding Liren hugged Dingxiang and cried loudly, "Don't sell my sister. Go out and tell me and my father, sell me."

Dingxiang couldn't bear it any longer, hugged her little brother and started crying.

She hated herself for being unable to do anything at this time, and felt sorry for her grandfather and father.

She underestimated the evil of bad people. If you had thought that they would target you, you should have thought of something earlier instead of focusing all your energy on raising money.

The full confidence she had before was gone, and she was helpless against a bunch of ruffians. How could she fight against those more powerful and cunning evil forces in the future?

Mrs. Zhang also cried loudly. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't bear to sell her son and daughter. But if you don’t sell your son or daughter, what should you do?

She held her son and daughter tightly in her arms. If you want to rob them, kill yourself first.

More than a quarter of an hour later, Ding Zhao came back with Dingshan with heavy steps, and Dingshan put six strings of money on the table.

Ding Zhao shook his head sadly to Ding Zhuang, saying he couldn't borrow the money.

Just as Sun Datou was about to speak, Ding Lichun stepped forward.

He bowed and said, "Uncle Sun, I am ten years old this year and I am the eldest son of the Ding family. I am strong and can fight." He pointed at the thugs. "I will definitely be better than them when I grow up. Buy me, buy me More useful than buying my sister.”

There was a hint of appreciation in Sun Datou's eyes, but he still shook his head and said, "You are not even worth ten taels of silver. Even if I buy you, it won't be enough to repay the debt." He waved his big hand, "Go to the east chamber to get someone to pay off the debt."

"Wait a minute!" Ding Zhuang roared.

At some point, there was a kitchen knife in his hand, and his eyes were red.

Everyone in Jiaozipu took out their weapons from their waists and pointed them at him.

Dingshan and Xia Lizheng stopped quickly and said:

"No."

"No lives should be taken."

Ding Zhao and Ding Lichun also picked up the hoes and iron bars behind the door and prepared to go into battle.

In this fight, we have to fight even if we lose.

Sun Datou snorted coldly, "You are really a family of outlaws, and you dare to fight with our Jiaozipu."

Ding Zhuang glared at him and said, "I heard that your Jiaozipu has a custom. If you owe Jiaozipu ten taels of silver and can't pay it back, you will chop off one of his fingers. I will chop off three fingers, and all the debts that should be repaid will be repaid. ”

Before anyone could react, Ding Zhuang raised his knife and dropped it, and a stream of blood spurted out.

"father."

Ding Zhao cried and walked forward to hug Ding Zhuang.

Xia Li and others were so frightened that they shouted, "Someone is going to die, someone is going to die."

More people were shaking and speechless.

Sun Datou saw that the pale-faced Ding Zhuang did not fall down, but stared at him with red eyes. His hand was still bleeding when Ding Zhao held it, and three severed fingers fell on the table.

And such a ruthless person.

Sun Datou was so frightened that he was more frightened than killing himself.

He felt that Ding Zhuang was a devil and could step forward and chop him into pieces at any time.

He didn't dare to stay any longer and shouted, "Let's go."

Be the first to get out.

The rest of the people carried the boxes containing silver and large coins and dropped them in a panic. They did not dare to take the large coins covered with blood on the table, and they forgot to lead the cows in the yard.

Uncle Xia chased him out and shouted, "The debt has been paid off, but the IOU remains."

Sun Datou threw the IOU in his hand to him, turned around and ran away.

Ding Zhuang fell slowly. Ding Zhao ran into the bedroom and took out a packet of medicinal powder to stop Ding Zhuang's bleeding. Ding Shan, Ding Shuan and others used things to bandage him.

Only then did Ding Zhao find out why his father bought the hemostatic medicine and the gold wound medicine and kept them in the most obvious place. This was because he had prepared for the worst.

He burst into tears.

Dingshan shouted, "Er Shuan, go and call the doctor quickly."

Ding Ershuan agreed and ran out like crazy.

There is a doctor in Nanquan Village, and all the villagers in this area go to him when they are sick.

Ding Lichun cried and howled at the top of his voice. His legs were weak with fear and he didn't know what to do.

Zhang and Dingxiang didn't know what was going on. They only heard Ding Zhuang's loud shouts and someone shouting "kill me". The people from Jiaozipu ran away and they opened the door and rushed out.

Seeing Ding Zhuang lying in Ding Zhao's arms and the table splattered with blood, Ding Xiang didn't know what happened, but she knew that her grandfather must have killed himself to protect himself.

She screamed and rushed towards Ding Zhuang, "Grandpa, grandpa..."

Her sadness and heartache at this time were even worse than when her grandma passed away in her previous life. If grandpa died, she would not live either.

One yelled, "Take the baby away."

Mrs. Zhang was frightened, picked up Ding Xiang and ran back to the east chamber, refusing to let go no matter how much Ding Xiang cried.

Ding Liren was also frightened and sat in the yard crying. Someone picked him up and stuffed him into the east compartment.

Ding Xiang's voice was hoarse from crying, and her whole body was weak from the tossing, so Zhang let her go.

The room was filled with a faint fragrance, which drifted out from the small window. But the smell of blood was stronger, covering up the aroma.

Lilac has calmed down. It would be useless for her to cry or make trouble, and she could not cause them any more trouble.

She lay on the kang and sobbed silently.

Listening to the noise, Ding Zhuang was still breathing, but the bleeding had stopped.

The doctor said that his skills were limited. If shopkeeper Ding was not dead at night, he would go to the county town tomorrow to hire a better doctor and buy better medicine.

It's dark, but there are still people coming and going in the upper room. It seems that someone has come to send money again, some with a few cents, dozens of cents, hundreds of cents.

They all couldn't understand why Ding Zhuang would rather cut off his own finger than sell his granddaughter, but he still wanted to keep this desperate family going.

Xia Yuanwai's son also came and gave him five taels of silver. Xia Yuanwai did not expect Ding Zhuang to be so cruel and did not dare to offend him to death.

The bad guys didn't have time to take away the six guan of money that Queen Dingshan brought. With this money, I can still go to the county town tomorrow to buy some good medicine and invite a doctor.

Mrs. Xie and Mrs. Zhao came to the second room to cook again.

It was late at night, outsiders went home one after another, and the upper room finally became quiet.

Zhang, Ding Xiang and Ding Liren went to the upper room.

Ding Zhao and Ding Lichun stood by the kang, their eyes red and swollen.

Ding Zhuang lay motionless on the kang, his face pale and his eyes closed, as if he were dead. The left hand was wrapped in cloth, which was stained red with blood, like a big steamed bun dipped in blood.

Dingxiang knelt down and cried, "Master, you can't die. Even if you die, Xiangxiang can't live. Master, you hurt so much, my heart hurts so much..."

The young child's voice floated in the night sky, terrifying and heartbreaking.

Except for Ding Zhao, several others started crying again.

Ding Zhuang's eyes blinked, opened, and turned to look at Ding Xiang.

His lips moved, "Xiangxiang, my dear granddaughter, don't be afraid..."

Ding Zhao's eyes showed surprise, "Dad is awake."

Ding Xiang quickly got up, grabbed Ding Zhuang's clothes with both hands, and cried, "Master, you don't want to die, Xiang Xiang can't live without you..."

Ding Zhuang said tremblingly, "Good boy, I won't die. Be good, go back and rest."

Ding Zhao felt that his father seemed to have something to confess, and his heart was as sharp as a knife.

He said to Mrs. Zhang, "Take the two children back to the house and don't disturb dad."