"Little sister, I'm here, little sister, I'm here, brother misses you..." Fatty Fan hummed his own ditty, looking extremely dizzy.
The two servants followed Fatty Fan respectfully, not daring to take a breath for fear of disturbing Fatty Fan's enjoyment of singing.
After a while, Fatty Fan returned home. As soon as he entered the door, Fatty Fan shouted: "Hurry up and boil the water. Master, I want to take a bath. By the way, call Mrs. Thirteen over and rub my back."
The servants in the yard immediately became busy. Fatty Fan had a bad temper. If he acted a little slowly, he would be scolded or beaten severely.
After Fatty Fan sent away the two servants, he walked into the study on his own. This study was very large and surrounded by books. He had bought these books for several years, but Fatty Fan had never looked through them. Buying so many books is nothing more than a show-off to have a guest or something. When you look at the many books in the study, you can tell that Fatty Fan is a gentle man.
"Oh, I'm so exhausted, sir," Fatty Fan sat down on the soft couch, reached out and grabbed an apple from the table next to him and started to nibble on it.
At this time, a cold hand suddenly pinched the back of Fatty Fan's neck, and then a man's cold voice sounded: "Don't shout, or I will strangle your neck immediately."
"I...I won't scream, what do you want to do..." Fatty Fan was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.
"What can I do if I break into this pig's nest of yours? I'll quickly take out all the gold and silver you have hidden away," the man snorted coldly.
"Okay, okay, I'll take it, I'll take it," Fatty Fan said with trembling hands and took out a bulging money bag from his arms.
The man standing behind Fatty Fan reached out and grabbed the money bag, opened it and looked at it: "That's it, you're sending the beggar away,"
"Da... Da Xia, I only have so much... Actually, I am also a poor person..." Fatty Fan said with a bitter face.
"Fuck you," the man raised his hand and slapped Fatty Fan. "I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin." As he spoke, the man slapped Fatty Fan.
"Don't... stop fighting, I'll give... I'll give you money..." Fatty Fan begged for mercy again and again.
The man stopped: "Fat Fan, I'm warning you: if you play tricks with me again, I will break your neck. If you don't believe me, just try it."
"I don't dare, I don't dare to play tricks..." Fatty Fan reached out and touched the soft couch.
"Creak..." The row of bookshelves on the opposite side suddenly moved to the left.
"You dare to cheat," the man punched Fatty Fan and flew him away.
"Bang," Fatty Fan's fat body hit the floor hard, his eyelids rolled up, and he fainted on the spot.
At this time, the bookshelf had been completely moved away, revealing several large red boxes. Two of the large boxes had no lids. It was clear that the boxes were filled with gold, silver and jewelry.
At this time, the man already knew that he had misunderstood. Fatty Fan was not cheating just now, but was opening a trap for collecting gold and silver. Although the man accidentally injured Fatty Fan, the man did not feel any guilt in his heart. Fatty Fan who was sleeping did not explain it clearly in advance. , getting beaten is something you ask for.
Poor Fatty Fan was thrown out like a ball just because he said less.
The man took out several large sacks from his body, packed all the gold and silver jewelry in several large boxes, threw them behind his back, and quickly left the study.
I don't know how long it took.
Fatty Fan woke up slowly, stood up and saw that all the belongings he had collected for many years had been looted. Blood suddenly surged in his chest, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then he fell to the ground and passed out.
…
Ye Ling'er stood on the side of the street, looking around anxiously and muttering to herself: "Where has that Lin San gone? He hasn't come back for such a long time."
Suddenly someone patted Ye Linger on the shoulder from behind.
Ye Ling'er was startled, twisted her body, and hit her behind with her fist.
"Pah," a big hand firmly grasped Ye Ling'er's small fist, and then a laugh came: "Why do you hit me too?"
Only then did Ye Ling'er realize that the person patting her shoulder was actually Lin San, and she immediately said angrily: "How dare you say that? You sneakily ran up behind me and attacked me. Anyone else would be shocked." As she spoke, Ye Ling'er withdrew her fist from Lin San's hand.
"Okay, it's my fault. Don't be angry. I just wanted to make a joke with you. Who knew you would be so timid..." Seeing Ye Ling'er going crazy again, Lin San hurriedly took out a Small bag: "Look what this is,"
"Money bag," Ye Linger was stunned.
Lin San handed the money bag to Ye Ling'er: "Now we have money to buy the thousand life picture,"
Ye Ling'er opened the money bag and took a look: "Where did you get so much money?" The money bag was filled with gold ingots. There were at least twenty dozen. If converted into silver, it would be estimated to be several thousand taels. .
Lin San smiled mysteriously: "God gave it to me,"
"A gift," Ye Ling'er suddenly thought of something and stared at Lin San with her beautiful eyes wide open: "You won't give that Fatty Fan..."
"Keep your voice down," Lin San hurriedly interrupted Ye Ling'er, and then pulled Ye Ling'er to a remote place: "You are right, these golds were robbed from Fatty Fan. Not only this, but also I have hidden many of them in your house,"
"You...how could you do this?" Ye Ling'er frowned: "You are too immoral,"
"Tch, you can't be moral with a villain like Fatty Fan. Just now you saw how Fatty Fan bullied others. People like him should be taught a lesson, otherwise Fatty Fan will continue to do evil in the future." Lin San felt that not only did he do nothing wrong, but he also became a heroic hero.
"If Fatty Fan reports to the official..." Ye Linger said worriedly.
"Don't worry, Fatty Fan didn't see my face from the beginning to the end. As long as we hide our belongings well, we won't be discovered," Lin San said confidently.
Ye Ling'er sighed: "I'm really convinced by you. Fatty Fan is in bad luck if he meets you."
"Okay, don't talk about those useless things. Let's go buy the Thousand Life Pictures quickly, otherwise the store will be closed soon," Lin San picked up Ye Ling'er and ran towards the calligraphy and painting shop just now.
The shop owner was about to close up. When he saw Lin San and Ye Ling'er running back again, his face suddenly turned ugly. However, when he saw Ye Ling'er taking out a few ingots of gold, the shop owner suddenly smiled and said to Ye Ling'er. He and Lin San treated it as ancestors and then happily sold the Thousand Life Pictures to Ye Ling'er.
Businessmen are like this. They value profits and forget their loyalty. If they have money, they are grandfathers. If they don't have money, they are grandsons.
After buying the Thousand Life Pictures, Lin San and Ye Ling'er returned home directly. On the way, Lin San bought a lot of wine and food, planning to go back and have a good meal.