Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

He looked at his mother-in-law, who used to be so kind to him, but now so mean.

Bai Ruixue couldn't say a word.

She is so stupid, so stupid.

Why did she not listen to her parents and insist on marrying into the He family?

"Okay, stop cursing here, pay back the money quickly, and give you one last moment to burn the incense. His life and death are in your hands."

Shen Jiading felt disgusted when he heard Song's rough voice, so he interrupted Song.

He asked his men to light a stick of incense, pointed at He Tian and said.

This incense is very fine and burns very quickly.

"Mom, help me, go borrow money, mother--"

"Xiaoxue, I am your husband. Go back to your parents' home and ask your parents to help you. If it doesn't work, go sell it. Go -"

"Jiao'er, please save me. Jiao'er, you have great looks. If you go and sell it for a good price, someone will definitely buy it."

He Tian was like a pig waiting to be slaughtered. His eyes were full of fear. Because he was yelling at the Song family at the top of his lungs, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to explode in the next second.

But the yard was quiet.

No one spoke, not even his mother who loved him the most.

Bai Ruixue looked at He Tian with red eyes. After spending so many nights in the same bed, she realized that her husband was so strange. Did he ask her to sell him?

You can say this.

Bai Ruixue regretted it. She regretted marrying He Tian at all costs.

It turns out that He Tian has never been attracted to her, and everything she has done for so many days has been like a fool.

Jiaoer also turned pale.

Although she climbed into He Tian's bed to get the upper hand, she still had some feelings for He Tian in her heart. When she heard that He Tian asked her to sell, it was the same as Bai Ruixue.

At this moment, Jiaoer felt completely cold towards He Tian.

As for Song, she was crying silently.

There is nothing she can do.

I owe too much money.

She asked who could borrow it?

The Song family could only gamble that Shen Jia Ding would not dare to kill them.

As long as my son is still alive, everything can come back.

But she guessed wrong.

None of the people in the gambling den had many lives in their hands. After a while, the entire incense was burned out.

"Okay, drag him to the main room, destroy his legs, and prevent him from taking the imperial examination in his life. Remember to gag his mouth, be quiet, and don't make a big fuss."

Shen Jiading ordered to his men.

The magistrate of Shuangqiao Town is different from other magistrates in that he is very strict.

If the matter went to the county government, it would be difficult for him to explain.

Not only would his master blame him, but it would also affect the gambling house's business. Shen Jiading was very cautious.

When He Tian heard that Shen Jiading was really going to destroy him, he was frightened. He stepped back repeatedly, but his right foot stumbled on the bench and he fell backwards uncontrollably. Before he could cry out in pain, four The thug walked forward quickly, took off his shoes and socks very skillfully, and stuffed the socks into his mouth.

Then he tore open his clothes, pulled out a piece of cloth, and tightly wrapped the socks with his mouth with the cloth strip to prevent He Tian from pushing the socks out with his tongue.

This set of movements is performed very skillfully, and one can see that he has done it frequently.

"Uh-huh--"

"Um-"

He Tianwan tried to struggle away, but was held down by four thugs. He could not move or speak. He could only whimper and look at his mother frantically asking for help. In addition, there was a sock in his mouth, which blocked him. His throat felt like vomiting as soon as he made a sound. Within a few seconds, He Tian's face turned red from holding back.

"Wait a minute, don't waste his legs, just waste his two arms. The legs are gone, but he can still write, but the arms are gone. Haha, let's clean him up by the way. Anyway, he won't have a wife in the future. What do you want? What’s the use of these things? These two little ladies belong to me.”

Shen Jiading's voice was like a ghost from the underworld, which scared He Tian so much that he peed his pants.

"Okay, stop dawdling, drag it into the house and deal with it quickly."

Shen Jiading waved to the four thugs.

"Yes -" the four people responded. They dragged He Tian's arms and legs. He Tian's body instantly flew into the air, and the thugs brought him into the house.

Mrs. Song was so scared that she couldn't make a sound. She slumped on the ground and stared at the main room. Her son was inside, inside!

"Knock this old woman unconscious and transport her to the mountains in a carriage with the cripple later. Throw her as far away as possible. If she dares to appear in Jiasu County, bury her alive immediately! As for you... "Shen Jiading looked at Jiaoer and Bai Ruixue.

"No, don't kill me. I'm pregnant. Please, let me go." Bai Ruixue knelt on the ground with a plop.

"Why would I kill you? Really? I will only love you well, haha. I never noticed before that your face is not bad." When Shen Jiading touched Bai Ruixue's face, no one noticed Jiaoer secretly picked up the gravel on the ground and scratched it hard into the palm of her hand. In an instant, blood flowed out.

"Ah - my stomach, my child, I hurt, mother, my stomach hurts, my child -" Jiaoer fell to the ground, she touched her body with her injured palm, and then looked at the blood on her hand crazily Cry and howl.

"Mom, my child, my child, who can save my child? I'm red, I'm bleeding, ah, my stomach hurts so much, it hurts so much -"

I have to say that Jiaoer's acting skills are simply top-notch.

Her screams immediately silenced the courtyard, and Shen Jiading panicked.

He was really shocked when he saw so much blood on Jiao'er's hands. It looked like the child could not be saved. If she was left alone, someone might die. Damn it, I told you not to make a fuss, but this bitch ended up... He actually turned red.

Shen Jiading was irritated.

No!

We can't let her die here.

If he really killed someone, his master would scold him to death.

"Come here, pull her into the carriage, take her to the hospital, and treat her quickly—"

After he was cured, he didn't bother to play anymore. He just threw the junk directly into his master's brothel.

"Oh God, what evil have I done? Please, I must keep my grandson. If you want to die, I will die in the belly of this bitch, not Jiao'er -" Mrs. Song was still very scared. But when she saw Jiao'er seeing Hong, she despaired. Her son was deposed, her grandson was gone, and the He family had no heirs. She pointed at Bai Ruixue, raised her head, and prayed to heaven.

"Ah——" As soon as she cried, Ms. Song was knocked unconscious with a stick by the thug behind her.

"Kuchchi—brother, that boy's arm is useless, and the thing was cut. He fainted from the pain and was covered in blood. What should I do next?"

The wooden door of the main room opened.

The sound of the old wooden door moving is particularly obvious.

Four thugs came out and one of them reported to Shen Jiading. There were a few drops of blood on his face, which looked scary, but his face was expressionless, as if he was used to seeing it.

"Throw it into the mountains with this old woman. Remember, throw it as far away as possible. It's best that they can't find their way back. Remember, clean up the blood stains, change him into clean clothes, and light it in the carriage. A strong stick of incense will dispel the smell of blood, and the guards will check when you leave the city to make sure your secrets are not exposed."