Using houses to pay off debts was a common practice in the Tang Dynasty. The Tang Dynasty strictly managed private lending. However, with the development of the economy, the trend of lending became increasingly fierce.

Interest rates rose, more than half of the principal, and there were many people. Datang loans still needed to use personal valuable things as collateral. At this time, it was not as good as Hyundai. There were neither cars nor ships, and it could be considered valuable objects, only personal homes.

Therefore, when Chen An's father borrowed debts, he also mortgaged the house under his personal name according to the usual practice.

In fact, the intermediary Qian Yayi had long known that these people who could mortgage all the property were unable to repay their debts, and when the time came, the house would naturally be obtained.

In this era, this is not a shameful thing.

During the reign of Emperor Xianzong of Tang, Jingzhao Yin was ordered to visit the life of Wei Zheng's family in the former Duke of Zheng. According to Jingzhao Yin's later report, Wei Zheng's house had been changed several times and was divided into nine families.

This is still the humerus of the founding country of the Tang Dynasty, and the descendants of Wei Zheng, which is nothing more than that.

He is a real and nameless man who lives in such a state of mind. What's so embarrassing about his life? However, Chen An is a modern time traveler, and he can no longer live like this again.

After thinking for a while, Chen An put his hands in front of him and said calmly: "Qian Yali, I have read this loan note long ago, you don't have to bother explaining it."

"It's fine if you know, then do it quickly!"

Qian Yayi untied a calculation bag, took out the pen and ink, and he drenched the bald pen with ink and sent it to Chen An's hand.

There was a blank at the end of the loan note on the table. As long as Chen An signed Daming, he would be swept out. The entire house was from Yongfeng Money Deposit represented by Qian Yayi.

Chen An took the pen with a smile and hesitated for a moment. Qian Yayi looked at him proudly. So what if he came back to life, it was just another fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Sign or not sign, this is a problem.

Chen An is a fake man, and the house was not his ancestors. After signing and closing the debt, he could take Furong away.

Thinking of Furong's critical situation, his pen drooped.

But what if you don’t sign it?

Why did his father Chen Quan borrow a large amount of usury to get a mortgage on the property?

In Shen An's memory, Chen Quan has always been a cautious person. In his spare time, he likes to sit in front of the Ioi in the yard and stare blankly.

Such a silent man’s life is definitely not an extravagant waste. Why is he deeply trapped in the debt quagmire?

Chen An felt that he needed to investigate clearly.

Qian Yayi saw that he put the pen down again, and his face, which was still smiling just now, instantly sank.

"what's wrong with you?"

"Don't you sign it quickly!"

"I can't sign." Chen An said with a look of being a scoundrel.

Anyway, in this world, he is honest and afraid of being arrogant, he is a pauper and a lonely man, so what else can he be afraid of?

Chen An's behavior completely ruined the money.

How could Chen An, who has always been honest and honest and has no power to tie a chicken, become so fierce and stubborn? Could it be that he was a rebirth before his death?

According to the Tang Dynasty's laws and regulations, Chen An would not sign the house, so he would not be able to take it away if he had too much money. If he had to go to the yamen, the situation might be even worse.

During the Zhenguan period, the laws were strict. Although the trend of private lending could not be banned, the court also thought of many remedies.

In order to prevent good people from losing their land and property, Tang Law stipulates that when using houses and fields as collateral, the borrower must sign and confirm again before the loan is executed.

Of course, such laws cannot stop the urges of Yafu creditors. No matter whether it is an ordinary commoner or a broken official, as long as there are thirty or fifty people gathering to make a fuss, there are still debts that cannot be collected and land?

What a pity, it’s a pity that Qian Yayi wanted to use a soft way to deceive him into signing the matter quickly for the sake of this child’s life.

Of course, according to his vision, Chen An should have only one breath left now. As long as he holds his hand and signs a word casually.

But unexpectedly, the boy was not dead. Qian Yayi bulged his mouth and whistled, and saw that the dilapidated door of the house was kicked open.

Rushly, a dozen burly men rushed in from the empty courtyard, all of whom were with tigers and bears, with fierce eyes as if they were about to eat people.

Next, they blocked the door of the west wing, and several people even ran to harass Furong who was lying on the couch, as angry as a slept in her hair.

"What are you going to do!"

Chen An rushed into the main house and saw a few strong men dragging Furong to the ground again and pulling her hair.

"I'm quite sophisticated, let my brother be so sweet."

Seeing that the strong man's thick lips were about to kiss Furong's face, Chen An suddenly turned red in his eyes. He rushed to Furong like crazy and blocked their barbaric behavior with his body.

"Are you okay?"

Furong is powerless to reply.

How could those strong men spare him? The raindrop-like fists fell down, and Chen An was beaten and spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

Qian Yayi slowly walked over from the west wing and saw his subordinates beating Chen An, so he spat.

This little bastard should have been beaten long ago. He dared to make trouble on Tai Sui's head and turned against him!

"Mr. Lang, you'd better run away!"

"Bow him to death, this house is ours!" Qian Yayi ordered in a furious manner.

His words made the strong men even more excited. The few of them worked together to lift Chen An and threw it aside.

Even if Chen An tried his best, he could not resist their fists and kicks. Soon, he collapsed to the ground.

Qian Yayi had a grim smile on his face: "It seems that Mr. Chen, you are not as good as you are, but you are not as good as you are," he said.

"Hold him!" He issued an order to the strong man.

Chen An's arms were pinched up, and Qian Yayi handed him another pen. Chen An didn't answer, Qian Yayi was not a vegetarian. He spread Chen An's five fingers and stuffed the brush into his hand.

"Sign up!"

"Don't think about it!"

Chen An stared at his eyes, blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. He wanted to throw the brush down, but his whole wrist was tightly held by Qian Yali, and he was not obedient at all.

Seeing him put the IOU in front of him again, Chen An's brain was running rapidly, and he was thinking of a way to escape.

Furong is already dying. If she continues like this, both of them will die.

At the critical moment, a roar came from the deserted yard: "Let him go!"

This roar was really full of energy and sounded like a bell. Even the strong men who were acting illegally stopped the atrocities in their hands and looked into the yard.

Chen An borrowed this vacancy and immediately threw the brush aside and let out a deep breath.

What surprised everyone was that such a roar was from a little boy who was tall and thick, but his face was still childish.

Especially with a pair of black eyes, round and very bright.

"House...house...houses and houses are domineering!"

Chen An crawled out of the corner of the wall, rubbed his eyes, and looked closely.

"Yiai, why are you here?"

The memories of the past instantly poured into my mind. The dark boy in the yard turned out to be Fang Xuanling's second son, Fang Yiai, who was famous in history!
Chapter completed!