C1 Poverty-stricken

Xishan Village, dusk.

The setting sun gradually set, leaving behind a trail of golden afterglow.

In the middle of the village, in front of a shabby house.

Ye Shaoqiu squatted beside the well and washed a bunch of vegetables with his hands.

He was 19 years old, had a thick build, thick eyebrows, big eyes, bronze-colored skin, a clean-cut face, and wore a coarse shirt. He had a simple and honest expression on his face.

Suddenly, two men and women villagers walked over.

The man was the village chief, Mo Rengui, and the woman was the daughter of the village chief, Mo Chunhua.

Mo Rengui was about 60 years old, had an average stature, a square face, a beard on her chin, and a loose middle mountain attire.

Mo Chunhua was 18 years old this year. She was slim and graceful, had a oval face, willow shaped eyebrows, thin lips, and a head of long black hair.

She was wearing a narrow T-shirt and a short ox-skirt.

Mo Rengui stared at the storage ring on Ye Shaoqiu's finger greedily, and thought of a plan in her mind.

When Ye Shaoqiu saw the Village Chief's father and daughter, he immediately stood up and brushed off the dust on his body and said: "Uncle Mo, why are you here?"

Mo Rengui was expressionless as she said coldly: "Shaoqiu, we have come to collect our debt."

Ye Shaoqiu's face turned ugly and he laughed bitterly: "Uncle Mo, you should know that I'm currently in financial difficulties, so I am unable to pay $20 thousand."

Mo Rengui laughed coldly, lowered her head, looked at the ring on Ye Shaoqiu's finger, and said: "As long as you give me the ring, the debt between us will be written off."

As he spoke, he crossed his arms and an arrogant expression appeared on his face.

He was the chief of Xishan Village and had always been a tyrant. No one dared to provoke him. In the Xishan Village, he was a local tyrant.

One day, when Mo Rengui saw the ring on Ye Shaoqiu's finger, it was as if she had seen a treasure.

Ye Shaoqiu placed his hand behind his back, and shook his head: "I'll be frank with you, this ring is a legacy of my ancestors, they left behind a testament for us to not let this ring fall into anyone else's hands."

Mo Chunhua frowned, she extended her hand and pointed at Ye Shaoqiu's nose, and said loudly: "Then how do you plan to settle the 20 thousand that you owe my father?"

"Uncle Mo, Spring Flower, don't worry, I will definitely pay off my debts." Ye Shaoqiu said in a low voice, looking dejected.

"Relax my ass, can we relax?" Your parents are dead, and you don't have the skills to make money. In addition, not long ago, your grandfather died! "Tell me, how are you going to pay off my dad when you're in such a predicament?" Mo Chunhua said as she placed her hands on her hips and looked at Ye Shaoqiu coldly.

Ye Shaoqiu became anxious from being forced, and shouted loudly: "Enough, no matter what you say, I will not use the ring to repay this debt!"

"Alright, since that's the case, then I won't bother with you anymore. Within ten days, if you don't repay this sum of money, then I'll start charging you an additional sixty percent of interest." Mo Rengui spat out thick smoke from his mouth as she held the smoke stick in his mouth.

"What, six cents? If that's the case, then what's the difference between you and a bandit! " Ye Shaoqiu kicked the vegetable basket, his face full of anger.

"Hmph, it's only right that you pay your debt. If you don't do so within the time limit, you will face the consequences!" Mo Rengui held her head high, a cold light shining in her eyes.

"Uncle Mo, are you threatening me?" Ye Shaoqiu asked.

"You can think of it that way too!" Mo Rengui glanced at Ye Shaoqiu disdainfully, then walked to Mo Chunhua's side and said: "My daughter, let's go. If we don't return the money within ten days, I will use force."

Mo Chunhua nodded, and said: "Shaoqiu, if you're sensible, quickly hand over the storage ring!"

"Mo Chunhua, just give up, even if I die, I won't hand over the storage ring!" Ye Shaoqiu said excitedly.

"You … "You cheated!" Mo Chunhua stomped her feet, frowning deeply, anger shooting out of her eyes.

Mo Rengui pulled his hand and said: "Let's go back, we'll come back later."

After walking a few steps, Mo Rengui's voice floated in the air: "Within ten days, if you don't return the money or give me the ring, I will bring my men and destroy your house!"

Ye Shaoqiu clenched his fists tightly and muttered to himself, "Mo father and daughter, you've gone too far!"

Mo Rengui and Mo Chunhua endured their anger and turned towards the right.

Looking at Mo Chunhua's back figure, Ye Shaoqiu raised an eyebrow, his face ashen. He clenched his fists tightly and used all his strength to hit the tree trunk beside him.

If I had the money, she would definitely try her best to please me. Unfortunately, I am now a poor person with only a hundred yuan on me.

Ye Shaoqiu went back to the house and squatted on the clean chair, sighed, and muttered to himself: "I don't have a cent right now, I belong to a poor farmer. If Mo Rengui brought people to find me, I would only be able to silently receive beatings, and I would not be able to resist at all.

Ye Shaoqiu's grandfather was a Chinese medical doctor. Before he died, with his superb medical skills, at least his family would be able to solve the problem of warming up to his hunger.

After his grandfather's death, in order to hold his grandfather's funeral, Ye Shaoqiu had almost used up all of his savings.

After a while, he walked out of his house and headed towards the back mountain aimlessly.

The mountain breeze blew, the tired birds returned to their nests, the twilight gradually became thicker, and the village appeared very quiet.

Unknowingly, Ye Shaoqiu had reached the front of a mountain peak.

This is a litchi forest, the mountains are planted with thousands of litchi.

It was the season for litchi to mature, and the branches were full of fruits.

It was said that the lychee on the mountain was Mo Rengui's property. She had rented this mountain as her rent in her early years, and had planted lychee, longan, pineapple and other fruit trees.

Last year, because of the increase in price of Litchi, Mo Rengui cut down the Longan Tree and planted a Litchi Tree in the ground.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to climb up.

As they were nearing the peak of the mountain, they suddenly heard a strange sound.

The voices rose and fell in an orderly fashion, full of the temptation to captivate one's soul.

Ye Shaoqiu was extremely confused, and did not know what that sound was.

Thus, with a curious heart, he crouched down and started walking towards the source of the voice.

Closer. Closer …

Crouching behind a rock, he used leaves as cover, peeking out of his eyes, staring curiously ahead.

With a single glance, his pupils suddenly contracted and the blood in his body flowed even faster.

Under the night sky, a man and a woman were crawling on the ground, constantly going in and out of the cave as waves of excited shouts came from their mouths.

The woman was Mo Rengui's wife, and her name was Zhang Xiuzhen. She was 22 years old, had a medium build and was somewhat beautiful.