The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Hearing that her husband was relieved, Mrs. Tang Yu felt happy and started calculating the accounts.

The loser is already ten years old. If she is sold to a wealthy family as a girl, she can only get ten taels of silver at most. But if she is sold to a place like that, she is worth thirty or forty taels at least because of her beauty.

With these forty taels of silver, not only could she pay off the ten taels of usury, but she also had her eldest Ya Er Ya's dowry. She could also build a spacious adobe house and send her youngest son Tang Bao to school.

The more Tang Yushi thought about it, the more beautiful it became, and her smile turned into a chrysanthemum. Just as he was about to say something more to Tang Zhutou, confirming the fact that he had sold the money-losing goods, he heard a noise outside. He craned his neck and saw the money-losing goods standing outside, with washed vegetables scattered everywhere. land.

"Well, you damn girl who suffered from the plague, these vegetables were meant to be sold, but now they have been smashed by you, a damn girl. Where can I get a good price from them? I'll beat you to death for this useless thing!"

Tang Yushi was so angry that she cursed loudly, put her son on the bed, picked up a cane by the wall, rushed outside, and beat Tang Xin all over the head and face.

Even though it was freezing cold weather, apart from a shabby undershirt, Tang Xin only wore a torn and small jacket. The thin clothes couldn't stop the slender rattan, and waves of sharp pain hit her, making her want to run away. However, Tang Yushi grabbed her arm so hard that she had no way to escape and could only let the cane hit her body one after another.

She gritted her teeth and endured waves of severe pain on her back and legs. She stared at the father in the room who was watching her being beaten, and the hatred in her eyes seemed to burst out of her eyes.

Tang Zhutou listened to his wife's curses and his daughter's suppressed sobs, and buried his head low, as if he couldn't hear or see them.

Her father's incompetence made Tang Xin completely give up. She couldn't break free from Tang Yu's shackles, but she was unwilling to be beaten.

Looking at the green vegetables lying beside her feet, she raised her foot and stepped on it as if to vent her anger. The tender green vegetables could not withstand her "abuse", and the green juice stained the ground, like green blood, which made her inexplicably feel pleasure. So the other foot stepped on it and crushed it hard again and again.

"You little bitch, you dare to trample on my food, I'll beat you to death, you lose money, I'll beat you to death!"

Tang Yushi's expression changed drastically, and he pulled the person aside. The force of his hand became stronger and stronger, and the sound of sharp lashes could be heard.

Looking at the pile of vegetables that had been trampled to pieces by her and couldn't be sold at all, a twisted smile appeared on Tang Xin's face, and even the cane that hit her body didn't seem to hurt that much.

He didn't know how long he had been beaten. Tang Xin's whole body was numb and he could hardly feel the pain. Tang Yushi finally got tired of the beating, threw away the beaten and deformed rattan in his hand, and picked up the trampled vegetables on the ground with a look of pain on his face.

"You cheap girl, I should have sold you a long time ago to save you from causing disaster to our family. Why don't you die!"

Most of the vegetables were trampled and damaged, and there was no way they could be sold on the street. Tang Yu stood up with a curse, raised his hand and slapped Tang Xin hard twice.

In an instant, Tang Xin's cheeks became red and swollen, and her eyes were staring at Tang Yushi, so bright that it made people feel chilled.

At this time, sisters Tang Daya and Tang Erya, who had had enough playing outside, came back talking and laughing.

Seeing Tang Xin's red and swollen cheeks, Tang Daya gloated to Tang Erya: "This money-losing guy got beaten again. Mom, it's true. You can't hit your face anywhere. If your face is broken, how can you sell it?" What a price!”