When Zhou Xiaoshan was about to leave the door of the small shabby house, he turned around and looked at the house.

Although this small shabby house has nothing of value, for Yezaishan, it is a place worth remembering, because this is where he spent his poor but worth recalling childhood, boyhood, and his late life.

The shadow of life of his adoptive father Zhou Jiaming...

When Zhou Xiaoshan walked out of the small shabby house, he closed the broken door panel, turned around and looked forward, and saw seven or eight middle-aged people standing at the door. The eyes of these people were so worried.

Zhou Xiaoshan glanced at the crowd and knew that the creditors were coming. He thought for a moment, walked slowly in front of these people, knelt down and said, "Uncles and uncles, I, Yezishan, will definitely pay you back the money my dad borrowed from you."

, I, Yezishan, will not owe you anything even if I sell blood or kidneys during my lifetime, please rest assured, uncles and uncles."

A middle-aged man in his forties with a very honest face sighed and said: "Ye Zaishan, do you know that the money I lent to your father was the hard-earned money I saved every penny.

I borrowed it because of your father's pitiful pleas to me several times and my soft-heartedness. I never thought that not only could his illness be cured, but his life... Alas, you are far away now, and you are not Zhou Jiaming's biological child.

Son, how can you reassure me? If you don’t come back after leaving, where can we find you for the money?”

Several people nearby also said in unison: "Yes, where can we go to get this money from you?"

Zhou Xiaoshan knelt down and kowtowed to everyone three times, then stood up and said, "Although I, Ye Zaishan, am not Zhou Jiaming's biological son, he raised me up with great painstaking efforts. I regard him as my biological father and return my love to him."

To me, his kindness is bigger than the sky and deeper than the sea. I wanted to repay his kindness of raising him when I grow up. Unfortunately, he was not lucky enough to enjoy the kindness of my Yezishan.

Therefore, if I, Zhou Xiaoshan, does not repay the debt he owes on his behalf, how can I be worthy of my underground father? Zhou Jiaming’s debt is my Zhou Xiaoshan’s debt. If I default on the debt, I will be struck by thunder and die.”

A middle-aged man with a full beard and a domineering appearance appeared out of the crowd. He walked to stand in front of Zhou Xiaoshan and stared at the new shoes on Zhou Xiaoshan's feet with an unfriendly expression: "Didn't you mean the money from selling the millet?

, it’s just enough to pay for your part-time job, but how do you have extra money to buy new shoes? Moreover, these shoes are not ordinary shoes, you can only afford them for at least three to four hundred yuan. Do you have money and won’t pay us back?"

Zhou Xiaoshan looked down at the shoes on his feet, raised his head and smiled: "Uncle Jiquan, these shoes were given to me by someone else."

Zhou Xiaoshan didn't dare to say that the shoes were given by Jiali, because he was afraid that Jiali's parents would find out and she would be scolded again.

"Who kindly gave you such noble shoes? Who are you lying to?" When He Jiquan was talking, he stepped forward to search Zhou Xiaoshan's pocket: "You said you got four hundred yuan from selling millet. If you get one cent more, your travel expenses will be all

Confiscate it and let you walk to work."

"Uncle Jiquan, you don't need to search. I'll look through my pockets and show you." Zhou Xiaoshan took out a few hundred yuan and a bronze mirror from the pocket of his tattered jeans and placed them on the ground: "You can count them yourself, they're all here.

"

He Jiquan didn't believe Zhou Xiaoshan's words at all. He searched all the pockets on Zhou Xiaoshan's body and asked Zhou Xiaoshan to take off his pants. He didn't even let the man's underwear go.
Chapter completed!