She Quit the Air Bag

What kind of mountains and waters, Jiang Fugui couldn't understand at all.

If he understands these mountains and rivers, he must be lying.

Even though the painting had accompanied him for so long, it was still difficult for Jiang Fugui to recall the details of the painting according to Ning Chuxia's description.

He couldn't see the scene on the case, only the magistrate's gesture of nodding and stroking his beard with the master next to him. Jiang Fugui couldn't help but tremble, these people were not fooled by Ning Chuxia!

Sure enough, just after he had such an idea, the county magistrate looked over.

The county magistrate's surname was Wu. Although he was also arranged here after passing the various scientific examinations, he still had a poor understanding of these paintings and calligraphy.

All he learned was the Eight Poems, and he had no talent for poetry, and his appreciation of painting was naturally much worse.

But even people who don't know how to draw probably won't see this painting wrong.

Magistrate Wu glanced at the person next to him, and his face could not help but be speechless. The person who imitated the painting was very generous and left the words "copying work" on the painting. When he saw these four words , You don't need to listen to what Ning Chuxia said later.

"This "Farewell Landscape Painting" and other paintings are indeed fake." Wu County Magistrate said.

When Jiang Fugui heard this, he was also refreshed: "Your Majesty, these paintings are fake paintings sold to me by Ning Chuxia!" He cheered up and spoke with confidence.

Jiang Fugui was very confident, but he didn't see the subtle expressions of Magistrate Wu and the master beside him.

Ning Chuxia bowed again: "Your Majesty, the little girl can guarantee her life. The paintings I handed to my uncle that day were indeed not these paintings." Tears filled her eyes, and she had a humiliated attitude, "If it wasn't for my childhood Watching Zhenhua grow up, how does the little girl know what Zhenhua looks like?"

Jiang Fugui couldn't help but choked: "These are the paintings you gave me that day, don't talk about your innocence! Didn't you just say it yourself? There are books in your house that record so many things, of course you know."

He didn't doubt Ning Chuxia, but felt very disappointed. He originally thought that his useless brother-in-law was hiding some wealth, but now it seems that he really can't hide anything valuable as a useless person.

He shouldn't believe the words of the prodigal woman.

Ning Chuxia's eyes blinked and tears fell. She hugged her two younger brothers, looking like she was being oppressed by her uncle. Some of the people watching behind her couldn't hold back and began to whisper.

The magistrate Wu frowned: "The book only records the hidden characters in the paintings, not the words hidden in each painting..."

The balance in his heart was already in favor of Ning Chuxia.

This Jiang Fugui has a pair of white eyes, and there is a thief in his eyebrows. He is very unrighteous. The magistrate Wu has just heard from his master that this Jiang Fugui is addicted to gambling. He once lost his family wealth because of gambling. Thinking of this... this Jiang Fugui sees a big problem!

Jiang Fugui pondered it for a while, and finally understood what the magistrate said: "We have never seen the real painting, who knows if she is talking nonsense?" He sneered, "I also said that there are one, two, three, four hidden in the painting. !"

He began to mess around, and Wu County magistrate was also a little upset.

The so-called sack case between the two is now a headless koan case. It is difficult to force a case based on the current evidence. It should have been retrial on another day, but Magistrate Wu has a kind of pity from parents and officials for their people.

If he chooses to go on like this, I am afraid that this little girl will be swallowed up by these relatives on her side.

The atmosphere in the hall cooled down for a while, and Magistrate Wu fell into contemplation.

Ning Chuxia glanced at Jiang Fugui, who had a defiant look on his face. His face was timid, but his heart was full of relaxation.

In Yuanshen's memory, she had dealt with this good uncle many times, so she naturally knew what kind of personality he was.

Ning Chuxia glanced at her uncle secretly, with anger and dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"What kind of look are you looking at?" Jiang Fugui was impatient. After going to court for so long, he became a little more reckless. Anyway, he was reasonable, "Your father hides fake paintings, so it makes sense for you to sell them to me?"

Damn, her silly uncle.

You still don't understand the situation.

Ning Chuxia sighed in her heart, but her face seemed to be shocked by her uncle, and tears kept flowing out.

Ning Jule and Ning Juyao guarded her sister together, watching this uncle who had hardly ever been there, bullying her sister every time she came to the door this time, it was like watching an enemy. Don't talk, at this time they all want to rush up and fight with their uncle.

The people outside the door looked at each other quite sighed.

When we stand together, we naturally have to chat when we have nothing else to do. After chatting like this, we all know the ins and outs of what happened today.

Although Jiang Fugui seems to be reasonable, how pitiful is this little girl?

Some people couldn't help but say: "This is someone else's painting that you have to buy yourself, and it's not something that the little girl has to sell to you, why is there so much commotion? You see people coming to the door of other people's grocery store every day, arguing that they want to return it. something?"

Of course, the people who spoke did not dare to speak loudly. They had already known from the popular science just now. In addition to Jiang Fugui, who is now in court, there were also a nest of relatives from the Ning family who bought the paintings.

There are so many people in the family, so naturally I don't dare to say too much.

It's just...it's pathetic after all.

This is really good people being bullied, how long after the parents were buried, the little girl had to be forced to sell the property, and forced to come to court.

The relatives of the Ning family next to me also felt embarrassed. In fact, they still feel in the dark.

After that day, they continued to live their lives as usual, rubbing their hands every day and waiting for the money to come.

They even thought about how to distribute the money after receiving it, and some people even fought over which room was more and which was less for the money.

In the end, after waiting so much, the angry Jiang Fugui came, and the silver taels of this white flower were gone. How can everyone not be anxious? Naturally, he followed Jiang Fugui and said where to fight.

But now that he calmed down, there was a strange feeling in his heart.

Ning Zhizhong and Jiang Fugui are together, do you need to ask whose character you want to believe?

Even if it was replaced by Ning Zhizhong's daughter, the result would be the same.

Jiang Fugui is reliable, and sows can climb trees. Although many people have the habit of taking two small bets after they are busy, who is not a real gambler? Jiang Fugui lost all his family's property back then, and such a big cloth house said no, he was a tool that people used for a long time to urge their children to be upright and motivated.

Now that they are watching so coldly, why do they feel more and more that Ning Chuxia doesn't seem to be lying.

The little girl was stunned by her uncle's stare, and she didn't change a word.

There is also Jiang Fugui, who is too good at being a person after going to court, at least pretend to be in front of others.

"I didn't change the painting!" Ning Chuxia said loudly, looking at her uncle, her voice was a little hoarse: "My father was..."

Speaking of this, Ning Chuxia's eyes lit up, she wiped her tears and looked at the county magistrate: "Sir, my dad sold a painting back then! It was sold to Boss Li of the rice shop in town! My dad didn't hide any fake paintings, My dad doesn't lie!"

Hearing this, Jiang Fugui was stunned, and he looked at Ning Chuxia a little confused.

Why is Ning Chuxia so confident and not afraid of being exposed? Or is the little girl stupid and filial, thinking that her father is a saint who can do nothing wrong?

The Magistrate Wu, who was struggling, immediately asked the yamen to pass on the Boss Li. The county government had a big horse, and they came and went quickly.

The magistrate Wu said that the hall was closed, and he went to the mansion to discuss the matter with the master.

Jiang Fugui was about to give Ning Chuxia a hand, but he saw the old man who was in the way of the village head of Riverside Village came over again and protected Ning Chuxia.

He pouted, and saw his wife, father, and relatives of the Ning family gathered around him.

Jiang Jinshan glanced left and right, and put his ear to his son's ear: "Fugui, tell Dad honestly, you won't change this painting, right?"

Jiang Jinshan is a little anxious, he protects his shortcoming, but if he wants to believe his son or not, it has to be a question mark.

At that time, when he asked his son to sell paintings, it was also because he had more than his heart but not enough strength. At Jiang Jinshan's age, he couldn't travel like a young man, so in the end he had to let his son set off on his own.

When his son came back and said that the painting was fake, he began to worry. Even if his son's expression was firm, he was hesitant in his heart.

- Can this be blamed on him? Back then, when my son gambled and gambled and wanted to go home to get money, he had such a firm expression.

"Father, what did you say?" Jiang Fugui was speechless, "What am I doing for this? It's a fake painting sold by Ning Chuxia's family!"

He didn't look back, and naturally he didn't see the hesitant eyes of the relatives of the Ning family.

I love to gamble today, and I love to gamble all my life.

Everyone knows how terrible gambling is. It is good to lose all the family business. Some people even owe usurious loans. In the end, they sell their sons and daughters to sell their wives. They finally get some money and go in to gamble.

The more they thought about it in private just now, the more wrong it was.

This Jiang Fugui should not lie to them, right?

The entanglement in their hearts is now waiting for the county magistrate to answer them.

The village chief was protecting Ning Chuxia. He blocked the three children of the Ning family with his back, and his voice was very low: "Chuxia, would you like to speak to your master?"

Ning Chuxia shook his head: "Village Chief, I know you are good for me, but what I gave them is really a real painting! I believe the county magistrate will give me an innocence!"

The village chief hesitated for a while, and it was hard to say more. He naturally understood Ning Chuxia's grievances, and the village chief couldn't help but look back at Jiang Fugui.

This person is ruthless and ruthless, and his face is not red when he lies.

They were each quiet for a while, and the panting Boss Li was taken by the yamen, holding the painting tightly on his mobile phone——

He took this painting very carefully, and he even found a box to put it in, so it could be seen that he cherished it very much.

Seeing him, Jiang Fugui couldn't bear it anymore: "Boss Li, don't be so careful, you know that the painting that Ning Zhizhong sold to you is a fake painting!"

Just after he finished speaking, Ning Chuxia, who was next to him, did not obey: "You are talking nonsense, my father's paintings are all real!"

Boss Li only knew that the county magistrate asked him to bring his collection of paintings to the county office. He didn't think that Ma was involved in this turmoil. He could still maintain his demeanor, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Ning Chuxia and Ning Chuxia. Jiang Fugui looked at it, and some were not sure what the situation was.

Jiang Jinshan glared at his son, neither big nor small. This Boss Li can do food business, and his connections are naturally very good. Otherwise, Ning Zhizhong would not have come to him to sell paintings.

It's a pity that Boss Li is a businessman after all. The price he gave Ning Zhizhong was something no one in the town could give, but it was limited to that.

If they didn't know that Boss Li bought it, how could they believe it was a real painting?

Although Jiang Jinshan was a little gloating in his heart, he must not show sarcasm on his face, otherwise it would be very easy for a Boss Li to rectify them.

Jiang Jinshan talked to Boss Li in a few words about what happened. From time to time, he pointed his outstretched hand in the direction of Ning Chuxia. No one could see his dissatisfaction with Ning Chuxia.

Boss Li is an old man. He heard Jiang Jinshan say this and didn't say a word. Fortunately, he has a beard, which can hide his expression a little.

Jiang Jinshan looked at Ning Chuxia from time to time, he was amused, this little girl still doesn't know? After this Boss Li found out, this Boss Li is someone who cannot offend.

Ning Chuxia's expression was stubborn. She only waited for Jiang Jinshan to finish speaking before emphasizing: "My father sells real paintings! I have seen all these paintings!"

Jiang Fugui received the warning from his father's eyes, and naturally he kept silent on the side. He saw Ning Chuxia's demeanor and was about to speak when he saw the magistrate Wu appeared in court again.

After the opening of the hall, Magistrate Wu drove straight in and went straight to the subject. He took the painting from the respectful Boss Li, and after unfolding it, he looked at the master.

Jiang Fugui said: "Ning Zhizhong did this trick of selling fake paintings before he was alive, and after his death, his daughter even inherited his father's business, and even deceived his own relatives. "At this time, he only hated that he had learned too little, otherwise he would definitely scolded him according to the scriptures.

Magistrate Wu ignored him, and he confirmed to Boss Li, "Boss Li, did you buy this painting from Ning Zhizhong?"

Boss Li said respectfully: "Indeed, I had a few encounters with Ning Zhi. He told me that day that his family was seriously ill and needed money for treatment, so he had to sell paintings to save his life. I was very longing for it, and after confirming it was Mr. Minghua’s painting, I made an offer to buy it, and it has been hidden in my home since then.”

The magistrate Wu nodded, and he asked Ning Chuxia, "What do you know about this painting?"

Ning Chuxia calmly said: "This painting is called "Infant Cry". When Mr. Minghua's son was born, he waited outside the room for a long time. When he first heard the baby cry, he felt the joy of life, so he painted it to commemorate..."

In the artistic analysis of paintings, Ning Chuxia is a professional.

She came from a college degree!

Not to mention that she has years of reading comprehension experience accumulated in later generations.

You must know that the students of their later generations have been forced to be full of talents in reading comprehension. Whenever it rains and cicadas chirping in the article, they have to guard against the last question why this expresses what kind of emotion.

"This painting hides the characters on the baby's swaddling clothes, and Mr. Minghua hides his son's name in it."

The magistrate Wu and the master took a serious look and kept nodding their heads.

Jiang Fugui was suddenly a little confused. What did they nod when they nodded?

In the uproar, the magistrate of Wu knocked on the gavel: "The painting "Baby Cry" brought by Boss Li was indeed painted by Mr. Minghua himself."

Well, it really is fake, Jiang Fugui suddenly froze when he thought about it.

Wait, how can this be true?

"County magistrate, you are afraid that you have been deceived. This is definitely a fake painting!" Jiang Fugui couldn't figure it out at this time, how could this be true?

Seeing Wu County magistrate's brows full of sullen anger, Boss Li, who was very aware of what he liked, immediately said: "I have invited many friends to appreciate this set of "Infant Cry", and I specially asked someone to come to appraise it, and they all said it was true. "

He looked at Jiang Fugui: "I'm afraid you're blaming the Ning family girl." Seeing that he was about to refute, Boss Li was not in a hurry, "Back then, Ning Zhizhong was in desperate need of money. Knowing that Ning Zhizhong is unwilling to sell paintings, and that gentlemen do not take people's favor, I finally chose "Infant Cry" among them, and based on what I saw back then, the paintings in the collection of the Ning family are indeed all genuine works."

Ning Chuxia knew that Boss Li had come to the house to see paintings. Back then, when his mother was in bed, she helped deliver tea.

But she didn't expect that Boss Li would help speak, but thinking about it, how could Boss Li be afraid of offending Jiang Fugui? Even if Jiang Fugui is really a gambler, he has to be able to get in front of him.

Jiang Fugui looked at Boss Li with puzzled eyes: "No... Boss Li, you know that Master Liao and others say that this is a fake painting." He was full of doubts about Boss Li, "I think, your appreciation The ability is still much worse than that of Master Liao."

Jiang Jinshan will be anxious if he can't come in. Isn't his son going to offend everyone?

Boss Li is not angry: "Master Liao's brother has also seen "Infant Cry"."

When he said this, he didn't need to say anything.

Magistrate Wu was still angry because of Jiang Fugui, but when he saw his current expression, he changed his mind.

Before leaving the hall, he said faintly: "Not every high-profile family in the provincial government is a kind person, Jiang Fugui, can you guarantee that this painting has never left your eyes?"

When he asked this question, Jiang Fugui was struck by lightning.

In the eyes of the big figures in the provincial government, he is a country man. Although he has a lot of treasures, if he wants to enter the door, he has to go through many tests.

In an instant, Jiang Fugui recalled many fragments. Except for some people who were approachable, or those who wanted to get these paintings, he seemed... as if he really didn't look at these paintings all the time.

A long way away, the servant sent the painting to the wealthy businessman who let his wife taste it.

The appraiser who was specially invited to sit at the next table.

...

He hadn't lived a wealthy life for many years, and every time he became a guest of honor, he couldn't help shaking his head, chatting with people, bragging about the origin of this painting, and after these paintings were taken away, there were completely exchangeable space.

Jiang Fugui's face turned pale: "No, it may also be replaced by the Ning family..."

"I didn't!" Ning Chuxia glared at Jiang Fugui, "I've never been out of Riverside Village, and I don't know where to buy such fake paintings!"

Jiang Fugui's original momentum towards his niece has disappeared: "Also, and your father."

"My father doesn't know that you will come to buy paintings after he dies!" Ning Chuxia said with hatred on his face, "I didn't want to sell it, but you insisted on buying it! You still falsely accused my father!"

Jiang Fugui was speechless.

After confirming that the Ning family did indeed have a batch of real paintings, it seemed that all his reasons suddenly became untenable.

How could the Ning family predict that they would come to buy paintings and make a batch of fake paintings in advance?

And these fake paintings, according to what Ning Chuxia said, are still fake at a glance. With Ning Zhizhong's ability, he can't do such fake paintings, right?

"Retire!"

If it is true that the Ning family gave the fake painting, then it can still be said, but now it seems that this painting is the problem of Jiang Fugui, so naturally it is not a lawsuit.

After leaving the hall, everyone was going to go out. At this time, Ning Chuxia was no one interested.

The relatives of the Ning family are just like the Jiang Fugui who surrounded Ning Chuxia at that time, and now they are surrounded by layers of the Jiang family.

"Jiang Fugui, did you sell the painting?" The man who spoke was short-tempered, and he didn't believe that he was changing the painting.

"I didn't!" How could Jiang Fugui admit that there is anyone in this world who is more wronged than him? He clearly did nothing but worked hard to sell paintings.

Another relative of the Ning family interjected with a sneer: "Then you say, it's not that you sold it, why did it go wrong?"

Jiang Fugui was stunned, he hadn't opened his mouth yet, Jiang Jinshan was busy covering up for his son, and he was suspicious of his son: "Just now, the magistrate also said that this may be the way of a villain, and they liked it. These paintings are valuable, so I exchanged the paintings!"

Jiang Fugui nodded quickly. He naturally saw Ning Chuxia leaving with his two younger brothers and the village chief across the crowd. He didn't stop it, and he couldn't stop it.

If he still thinks it's the Ning family's fault, then he's really stupid.

Now Jiang Fugui is full of "painting change" suspects. He tries to rummage through his memory, trying to find out what went wrong and where there are loopholes.

But when he was looking for it, his heart was cold.

This...why is there a problem?

These people are notoriously mean, seeing Jiang Fugui hiding behind his father and looking like a coward, he couldn't help but get angry.

"Jiang Fugui, you really take us for fools! You said to yourself, how do they know which painting you brought? They are so powerful, how can they guess which one you want and then change it?"

This is very reasonable, and the people surrounding Jiang Fugui all feel the same as the enemy.

Jiang Fugui was speechless, he didn't come up with such an explanation for himself for a long time.

What they point out does make a lot of sense. How on earth did those people know which paintings he would take with him?

Jiang Fugui frowned and suddenly had an idea: "I see! They must have heard that I was visiting someone else, and they knew in advance what the painting was, and then went to buy a fake painting."

Everyone looked at Jiang Fugui with a speechless face, and what was written on his face was: "I want to see how you make it up".

The more Jiang Fugui said, the more reasonable he felt: "They must have heard that the paintings I brought are valuable, so they exchanged them."

Listening to this flawed explanation, someone didn't hold back and directly broke it down: "Jiang Fugui, Jiang Fugui, you can't even make up nonsense. How can they guarantee that the previous family won't buy your paintings?"

Jiang Fugui stayed for a while, and he hesitated when he spoke: "Maybe they are in-laws, and they calculated it together."

Someone laughed out loud: "Then how do they guarantee that you will go to this house after going to that house?"

This time, Jiang Fugui couldn't say a word.

"I'll just say, why did you tell us that you could buy it together with us, and that it was inconvenient to go out and attract attention because of the crowd. We were just too stupid to believe you!" The person who spoke was heartbroken. He wanted to enter the provincial government with Jiang Fugui, but Jiang Fugui reported the toll, saying that one more person would cost more, and it would be more dangerous. He had no problem with everyone willing to share the money.

Everyone was heartbroken, and after thinking about it, they agreed to let Jiang Fugui go to the provincial capital by himself.

Now it looks like it's all a calculation.

The person next to him seemed to be suddenly awakened and felt more and more that this was the case: "You Jiang family are not short of money, you can make money by yourself, but you didn't continue to bid at that time, we still think you are really thinking about everyone, now I can I finally figured it out, you not only want to earn Ning Chuxia's money, but also ours."

The person next to him added: "Then you come back in the end, as long as you say that this painting is fake, then you will eat the Ning family's house and fields, and you don't have to compensate us for our losses, you are really amazing, there is no real business, A net profit."

Everyone's emotions were high, and their expressions were hateful.

Seeing that his son couldn't resist, Jiang Jinshan quickly helped to speak: "You can't trust riches, but you can't trust me? If we really make money, can we still dare to go to the government? Besides, if I really make a fortune, I can If you cover it for a day, can you cover it for a lifetime? You will see it sooner or later, so why lie to you?"

I don't know who was standing behind, and suddenly couldn't help but interrupt: "Jiang Jinshan, I find it funny when you say this, how do you know that your son didn't make any money?"

"I swear to God, I really didn't get any money, not a cent." Jiang Jinshan was so anxious that he immediately swore to God that he was in a cold sweat, for fear that these people would swallow his son alive.

You must know that this painting is now the "authentic work" guaranteed by Boss Li and the magistrate of Wu. He bullied these people at first, and he said it was sixty taels of silver per painting. Thinking about it, he could secretly get some rebates. Anyway, the villagers It is impossible to go to the provincial capital to confirm, but the sixty taels are not a small amount. After all, a family has five or six taels of silver.

People die for wealth, birds die for food, I don’t know if five or six taels of silver can buy life, but these people will never let Jiang Fugui have good fruit to eat.

"You didn't get it, but that doesn't mean Jiang Fugui didn't get it."

The person who was speaking was blocked, and Jiang Jinshan couldn't recognize who it was in the noise. It is undeniable that when he heard this sentence, Jiang Jinshan also became nervous.

Afraid of what will come, someone said, "Jiang Fugui only needs to go to the casino, and he will have nothing if he comes out?"

"Yeah, who doesn't know Jiang Fugui's ability? Even a cloth house can lose, let alone a few paintings. If you didn't deliberately plot against us, then you're afraid that you won't be able to explain it when you come back."

Jiang Fugui was furious. He likes to gamble, but why is he relying on him this time?

That's right, he really thought about it before. Anyway, Dad didn't know the money from the sale. He took a little rebate. Wouldn't it be nice to go to the casino and make a little money? It was his father who was angry when he lost money back then, but what if he made money? His father is definitely not angry.

But the question is, isn't it sold yet? Not only did he not sell it, but he was also swept out of the house. How could it be all slandered on his head now.

"I swear to God, if I, Jiang Fugui, lie to others, I will be struck by thunder." Jiang Fugui reached out his hand in a rage.

The other person laughed: "You have to swear that you can count, I am afraid you have been hacked to death by God?"

"Yeah, even I have heard of it. Didn't Young Master Jiang swear to God that if he gambled, he would have no children and no grandchildren? Now, haven't all sons been born?"

They didn't stop talking and didn't waver.

The more Jiang Fugui is like this, the more certain they are that Jiang Fugui is definitely in the casino, and they don't even look at him now, is he exactly the same as he was back then?

For the first time, Jiang Fugui felt that he was stupid, but he couldn't argue for himself: "I said I didn't!"

After this quarrel, Jiang Jinshan seemed to be getting old. He was exhausted and said, "Don't talk about it, what do you want?"

"Losing money!" The person who spoke was justifiable, "Your family Jiang Fugui swallowed the painting, so you have to pay us the money back, and we will not pay the toll! By the way, if you are reluctant to give up the money, then you can return the painting. Just give it to us."

Jiang Fugui was still holding the paintings in his hands, and he handed them forward: "Take it, take the painting away!"

"What we want is not the fake painting that you dropped, we want the real painting."

Jiang Fugui said madly: "Where do you want me to go and draw it for you?"

He also wanted to know where the real painting went!

Jiang Jinshan's brows have not been relaxed since they were wrinkled, and he was extremely depressed.

If this is going to lose money, it must be an astronomical figure. It’s hard to slow down. The Jiang family, who has a little foundation, is really going to go bankrupt this time. It’s also thanks to him that he was greedy for money and didn’t report too high. Even so, it is estimated that this family can only go back to the village to farm, and those servants will not be able to support them.

What makes Jiang Jinshan even more painful is that it all started from him.

If he didn't want to take advantage of it in the first place, why so many things?

No... It should be said that if he had disciplined his son well, the money would definitely come back.

"Don't talk about it, I will find a way to pay for this money." Jiang Jinshan's figure suddenly hunched up, he smiled bitterly, "I have to find a way to raise money, it is useless for you to pester us, we will collect enough money in a few days. , we'll send it to you."

What flashed through his mind for a moment was karma.

Jiang Jinshan suspects that God can really hear the grievances, or that the dead Ning family's husband and wife are causing trouble, so they want to take advantage of the orphans, but they have turned back on themselves.

"Father!" Jiang Fugui was furious, how could his father give money?

He Jiang Fugui has never suffered a loss in his life, so why did he fall down on this matter? Now, when he went out to sell paintings, the package was dropped. Can you blame him? Who else is like this, isn't it? Why let their family bear the loss.

"Aren't you making enough noise? Shut up!" Jiang Jinshan got angry, and his son could only be quiet.

Jiang Jinshan's words were still useful, and everyone left without even looking at the Jiang family.

Of course, they knew that they must have suffered a loss. This painting really sold for more than this amount of money, but they always made a profit. No matter how much, a little was a little, and they had to go home quickly and talk about the money.

As for Ning Chuxia, everyone felt a little guilty when they thought of this name. They were so embarrassed to see her after they made money from her.

However, human beings have always been very good at comforting themselves. They quickly found a reason for themselves. If it weren't for the Jiang family, they would have divided the food pots and pans of the Ning family into the autumn wind, and they would not have squeezed the Ning family's children. , so they don't have much problem.

Seeing people leave, Jiang Fugui couldn't help but say, "Dad, I really didn't gamble."

Jiang Jinshan couldn't straighten his waist: "You said that if you didn't gamble, you wouldn't gamble."

This sentence made Jiang Fugui furious: "Dad, you don't even believe me? I really didn't gamble, I was deceived and lost!"

Jiang Jinshan looked back at his son: "Do you think it's useful to be deceived? Then you say, who were you deceived by, are you going to beg for it now?" He shook his head, disappointed with his son, and left. The righteous son can't do it, but he still can't walk the trail.

Originally, this should be the best time for their family to turn around, but now it's all ruined.

Ning Shaoyao, who had been pretending to be dumb, said carefully: "Father, if I go back to Ning's house, I will ask Chuxia and them to return the money to us?"

She said this righteously. She complained very much about her niece in her heart. It would be nice if her niece could take this loss...

What if her husband and in-laws blame her?

As soon as she opened her mouth, Jiang Fugui, who was next to her, looked over with fire in her eyes. Now, the parties involved in the incident are full of complaints.

Of course, the first to bear the brunt is naturally the relatives of the Ning family.

"What are you doing nonsense?" Jiang Jinshan glanced at his daughter-in-law, he shook his head, he regretted it.

He used to think that his son was too bad to blame his daughter-in-law, but now it seems that his son has become what he is now, and his daughter-in-law has contributed a lot.

She is stupid and poisonous, and it doesn't count at all.

"I'm not fooling around." Ning Shaoyao desperately wanted to do something to prove herself, "I can get the money back!"

In the Ning family, she is still very powerful.

Jiang Jinshan couldn't help but stop, turned his head to look at his daughter-in-law: "Don't you think about it? This matter was registered with the county magistrate, and refund the money as you said, okay, others will not Do you agree? People are more active than you. If you want money, what does she want? She wants you to return the painting to her, why should you return it? Where do you go to change the painting? You can read paintings, can you deceive her with these?"

Ning Shaoyao didn't dare to say a word, she looked down at the shoes, her face flushed.

"Going back today, the tea stall has to be collected. It is estimated that half of the fields have to be sold, and the servants in the family have to be sent." Jiang Jinshan was very frustrated when he talked about this, and he made a comeback. His greed, the cost of making a comeback is not enough. "From tomorrow onwards, you and Fugui will both put me in the fields, learn to do things at home, and no one will help me in the future."

"I can't go to the fields." Jiang Fugui said dissatisfied, but his words were forced back by his father's sharp eyes.

With his head down, he didn't know what he was talking about, so naturally he didn't look back at his wife.

Ning Shaoyao followed behind, and his heart was full of remorse.

If only she hadn't told her father-in-law about the painting... Ning Shaoyao couldn't help shivering at the thought of her hands going to farming.

"During this time, don't go to Ning's house to make trouble."

Ning Shaoyao obediently agreed, but she didn't think so. When the limelight passed, she would always come to the door.

The Ning family was her storeroom for Ningshao Yao.

"You collect things at night, and move the child's clothes to my room." Jiang Jinshan said with his hands behind his back, "I will discipline this child for you in the future."

A gambler and a fool, Jiang Jinshan would not dare to give his grandson to the two of them.

This time, Ning Shaoyao felt really hurt in her heart. She looked at her husband eagerly, hoping that he could speak for her. Her son was her darling, but Jiang Fugui never looked back.

One wrong step, one wrong step, when she reported the news ostentatiously, she never thought that she would face the tragic result of the separation of mother and child.

...

In Ning Shaoyao's heart, "waiting for the limelight to pass" unexpectedly waited for a long time.

Jiang Jinshan acted resolutely, but it was not so fast to raise money in a hurry. As soon as the Jiang family revealed that they wanted to sell something, many people planned to take advantage of the fire and rob Ning Shaoyao.

She couldn't take care of it. She was exhausted every day when she went to the field. Her husband, who also worked together, cut corners and did not do as much as she did. She finally went back every day, but she couldn't even see her son for a long time. Rush into the arms of the mother-in-law.

After finally settling the debt, Ning Shaoyao was thinking about going back to the Riverside Village, but she didn't want a storybook that started to spread in the town, which was said to have come from the county government office.

This book is called "Heartless Uncle's Evil Forcing Poor Orphans". It is said that this book was written by a scholar who watched the trial that day.

——Especially the cruel aunt and uncle.

Ning Shaoyao could endure being scolded, but she didn't expect that the price of Mr. Minghua's paintings would come along with this book.

Well, it's not over, those relatives almost came to the door with red eyes, and almost didn't break the door of the Jiang family.

This is like a piece of chicken feathers. Recalling that time, Ning Shaoyao wanted to hide himself.

Ning Shaoyao appeared like a long time ago with an empty bag. She was so lost that she finally reached the gate of the riverside village and saw a familiar village woman.

The other party looked at her and pouted: "Are you looking for Ning Xiangu?"

...?

What is she saying?

Ning Shaoyao didn't understand.