My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 623: Chapter 615: Smash Chapter 623: Chapter 615: Smash This five hundred yuan is a bad deal.

“This is the money to buy you,” Old Madame Song shamelessly calculated, “You have been eating and drinking here for free for three months.

If you weren’t in our family, you would have starved to death a long time ago.

Adding another five hundred has to be fair.”

The corners of Tang Yuxin’s lips still curved slightly.

She turned her head and gently tugged on Gu Ning’s sleeve.

Understanding, Gu Ning took out his wallet again and directly pulled out five bills, throwing them over.

Only then did Old Madame Song beam with joy, her face full of greed.

“Are we clear now?”

Gu Ning asked Old Madame Song in a flat tone, but the old lady, now deep into her money-counting, paid no attention to the irony and mockery in Gu Ning’s voice, or the smile on Tang Yuxin’s face that resembled that of someone looking at a dead person.

“It’s clear, it’s clear.”

Old Madame Song crammed all the money into the pocket over her chest.

Now that she had the money and was sending off these pests, she naturally couldn’t ask for more.

She had thought that this five hundred yuan was gone for good, but unexpectedly, the woman had returned it and even let her make another five hundred.

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Suddenly she had a thousand yuan in her possession.

With this thousand, what couldn’t she do?

As long as money was involved, she did not believe that Dalin couldn’t find a bride.

After all, once he married, wouldn’t it be only a matter of time before she held a grandchild?

With the old man already in such a state, practically half-crippled, she would be the one in charge of the household from now on.

She indulged in her reverie, planning her future life as if this thousand yuan could turn her into a rich lady, allowing her to live a life of luxury without ever having to work again.

Tang Yuxin stood up straight and let go of Gu Ning’s arm.

She tried walking a few steps forward and, fortunately, she could still walk.

Old Madame Song looked askance at Tang Yuxin and her entourage with the whites of her eyes.

What now, they’re still not leaving?

She’s got the money, and as soon as these people roll out, she can rest easy.

Yes, the money, she got it.

Everything on her end was clear now—whether it was the money for selling a person or for the meals over the last few months, all was settled.

Actually, five hundred yuan would be enough for a family in this place to live on for a year, but as for a woman who was sold, how much could she eat in six months, and she didn’t just eat and drink without working.

The villagers, seeing someone so easy to negotiate with who not only paid the price of a person but also gave an extra five hundred for free, were green with envy.

How come they never stumbled upon such a windfall?

Getting back the original investment after just a few months of unpaid work, with an additional double the money, was something that made others very jealous indeed.

Tang Yuxin lowered her head and then picked up a wooden chair from the side.

In the village, due to poor living conditions, most furniture was homemade, durable, and cost-free.

The Song Family’s chair was just the case—indeed very sturdy.

The chair was quite clean, but it seemed as though one could still smell a blood-like scent on it because it had been used to hit someone, because it had once hit someone.

She picked up the chair.

The chair wasn’t heavy; she could lift it, even though she was weak now.

She could still manage it.

Should she be thankful for Old Madame Song’s care over the past few months?

Even though she had ended up like this, her body was strong from carrying water, and after half a year of dragging a chain, she felt light.

Could she, in the future, run as fast as an arrow, perhaps even run a marathon?

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Carrying the wooden chair, she walked over, and Old Madame Song couldn’t help but purse her lips at the sight, “Why aren’t you leaving yet?

Want to sit here and rest awhile?”

She snorted through her nose, and before the word “leave” could leave her lips, the next second found her frozen in place.

Tang Yuxin had already picked up a wooden stool and smashed it down onto her head with ferocious and ruthless force, showing not the slightest intention to let go.

Had it not been for Tang Yuxin’s current lack of strength, Old Madame Song’s head might have burst open like a watermelon.

The blow left Old Madame Song with a buzzing head, followed by a wave of intense pain as thick blood flowed down her head.

She touched her head and found her hand covered in blood.

“Blood, blood, I’m bleeding…”

She screamed in terror, but besides shouting about the bleeding, she couldn’t say anything else.

In her everyday life, she was domineering, with no one in the village daring to provoke her, but as the saying goes, every bully meets a bigger bully, and certainly, there’s always someone meaner and more domineering in this world.

Like now, she probably never imagined that one day her own head would be split open, her skull cracked, her blood flowing as if she didn’t care for her life.

“Mom, Mom…”

At this moment, Dalin’s voice came from outside.

Pushing through the crowd, Dalin saw his own mother covered in blood, and he was stupefied with shock.

Old Madame Song stretched out a trembling finger toward Tang Yuxin.

“Dalin, son, son, avenge your mother.

This woman has smashed your mom’s head.”

Upon hearing this, Dalin couldn’t just stand by.

He was always the one beating others, and no one dared to hit him.

After all, he was the fool, and if he really started fighting seriously, without restraint, angering him could result in a knife fight.

People in this world really feared an unpredictable fool who struck without understanding the severity of their blows.

But let’s not forget there is another kind of person to be feared: one who always abides by the rule of an eye for an eye, blood for blood.

How you treated me in the past is how I’ll repay you now.

Dalin charged over, meaning to avenge his mother.

But as soon as he arrived, clanging sounds ensued as Tang Yuxin swung the chair onto Dalin’s head as well

He too was dazed on the spot from the blow, and by the time he regained his senses, he was just like his mother, with a bloody head.

“Mom, my head is bleeding too.”

After feeling blood with his hand, Dalin sat down on the ground with a thud and started to wail.

This sudden turn of events shocked everyone present.

They never dreamed that the mute girl the Song family had brought home could be so terrifying, hitting people with a chair until their heads bled, apparently not afraid of killing someone.

Tang Yuxin dropped the wooden chair she was holding.

She brushed the debris from her face.

Was this enough to even the score?

No, it wasn’t enough, and it could never be enough.

The suffering she had endured these past few months couldn’t be avenged with just a couple of chair blows.