General, the lady escaped again

Chapter 905: The Best Relatives (1)

The woman looked at the things all over the floor, including grains, vegetables, eggs and game. Her eyes welled up with tears. She packed all the things into the kitchen and closed the door.

Zhao Yang looked at his wife and pushed the silver in front of her.

The woman was startled and poured out all the money from the purses onto the table.

"Two taels, one tael, five taels, eight taels, fifteen taels..." The woman counted one by one. Zhao Yang looked at the bank's mark on the silver. After they finished counting, they looked at each other.

"There's more than just your money in here." The woman said to Zhao Yang, "Boss Chen, I remember you wanted to lend him money for cash flow, a full twenty taels of silver, and I refused, thinking it was like throwing meat buns at a dog, which would never come back. But you insisted on borrowing it, and even wrote a note."

"Do you still remember..." Zhao Yang looked at his wife. She did not agree at that time, but he insisted on borrowing it.

"Well, there are twenty-five taels in his bag." The woman pointed at Boss Chen's bag.

Zhao Yang was silent for a moment, "Remember this first! I will return it to him later."

The two of them prepared to record all the money that everyone had repaid in the account. The woman took out a notebook, which recorded the money Zhao Yang had lent out over the years. Zhao Yang looked at the notebook, which carefully recorded how much each person had borrowed on which day, and looked at his wife.

It turns out she had always remembered it.

"If you don't remember it, I have to remember it for you." The woman glanced at Zhao Yang, thinking that he felt she was narrow-minded, so he recorded it in the account book.

"I don't mean to blame you." Zhao Yang flipped through the account book where the woman had written down her accounts. It would be more accurate to say that it was a record of the loans he had made over the years.

After all, no one has paid it back for so many years.

After flipping through a few pages, Zhao Yang never knew that he had lent out so much money. Throughout the year, all the profits from his embroidery shop were lent out, and he rarely spent the money on his wife and children.

The more Zhao Yang looked, the more silent he became, and the colder his heart became.

The few people who paid back their money today seem insignificant compared to this huge number.

Looking at his wife again, the clothes she was wearing were all from a few years ago. His family ran an embroidery shop, but she was wearing old clothes. How inappropriate!

But that's exactly what happened.

Several neighbors next door can wear new clothes every year and even send their grandchildren to school. Aunt Wang's son is just a handyman, but he can send his son to school. The annual cost is five taels. Who pays for this? It is him, the sucker, who pays for it.

They eat delicious food and spicy drinks every day, but his wife and son are eating steamed buns and leftovers here...

The more Zhao Yang thought about it, the more upset he felt. The woman seemed to see that something was wrong with Zhao Yang and reached out to grab his hand. "What's past is past. I won't wrong myself like this again in the future."

"If you continue to support them like before, I will take my son back to my parents' home and we will divorce." The woman said seriously to Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang was so scared that he quickly held his wife's hand. "No, no, absolutely not! From now on, you will take care of everything. I won't touch any money at all!"

"Remember what you said!" The woman glanced at Zhao Yang and believed him this time.

At this time, the door was knocked again. The woman immediately put away the silver and hid it, while Zhao Yang went out to open the door.

As the door opened, he saw several familiar faces rushing in and running straight past him towards the kitchen.

When Zhao Yang saw these relatives, he knew they were here for the things in the kitchen...