I was shaking with anger and tried my best to resist the urge to beat her, ready to kick her out.
Just as I was about to take action, an uncle in the crowd reminded me:
"Don't touch her, she will fall down and depend on you if you touch her!"
Upon hearing this, her expression immediately changed and she gritted her teeth, as if she was blaming that uncle for ruining her good deeds.
I helped my mother up and took out my cell phone to call the police.
While we were waiting for the police to arrive, we didn't know what to do with her.
She started acting up again.
He swept all the bottles and cans to the floor, then spat on the dining table and revealed the business license.
I stood in front of her, and she actually hit herself with my hand.
"Hit me, hit me, beat me, beat me to death!" She grabbed my arm and shouted to the crowd, "Look, there is a little beast beating me! Everyone, come over and take a look! This little beast is really not a human being. !”
At this time, there was still no business, all the diners were gone, and the door was crowded with people watching the excitement.
I finally broke free.
The old woman paid attention to the table again.
She rushed to a table and flipped it hard.
With a "crash", the table was overturned by her, and the unfinished porridge from the guests was spilled on the floor, leaving a mess all over the floor.
She turned back and smiled at me, then walked to the next table and followed the same pattern.
Unexpectedly, this time, she stepped on a tea egg.
He fell down hard with a "bang" sound.
The crowd suddenly fell silent, and she didn't move for a long time.
When I doubted whether this old thing fell to death.
She screamed "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"
It seems that I don't have the strength to get up.
Lying on the ground, crying constantly:
"I'm already old, but you still rob me of my breakfast. Those of you who have been struck by lightning these days will suffer retribution after your death…!"
The position where she lay was right at the door. People outside could not come in, and people inside could not get out.
I feel a little embarrassed and want to pull down the rolling shutter, but there is nothing I can do now.
Fortunately, the police finally arrived.
After understanding the basic situation.
The policeman frowned and said to the old woman on the ground, "Get up quickly."
The old woman's expression was painful, and it didn't look like she was acting. She hummed and said:
"I can't get up, I broke my leg! Oh, let them pay me!"
I almost laughed out loud: "You have been eating and drinking freely in my house for more than two years, and I haven't settled the debt with you yet. How dare you ask for medical expenses?"
She grabbed my trouser leg and said, "I don't care, you have to give me money. If you don't give me, you won't get up!"
I asked the police: "Isn't this considered extortion? Is it enough for a prison sentence?"
The policeman sighed, looked around, lowered his head and whispered:
"Hey, after all, she is old, and it's hard for us to do anything with her. If we can mediate this situation, we should focus on mediation."
I said: "You are so old that you can spoil her like this? Why?"
The policeman knelt down and said to the old woman in a friendly voice: "Old man, you get up first. If anything happens, we'll sit down and talk slowly."
The old woman closed her eyes, looking like she couldn't get enough of it.
The policeman added: "I have given you breakfast for more than two years with good intentions. No matter what I say, I can't make things like this, right? It's not easy for people to open a breakfast shop!"
"Bah! What kind of kindness!" the old woman yelled, "I am so old, how much can I eat from her? Besides, Chinese people respect and love their elders. This is a traditional virtue. If she dares to accept my money, it is betrayal. ancestor!"
The police were also speechless.
Can't communicate at all.
I took out the elderly phone from her bag, found the contact with the note "eldest son", and called him.
No one answered for a long time, and I called several times before finally getting through.
"What are you doing?" The other end was very impatient. The background was noisy and the sound of mahjong machines could be heard.
I said, "Are you her son?"
The other end was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who are you?"
"Your mother is acting up and rolling around in my store. Come over and deal with it."
The other person seemed to be relieved and said impatiently: "If you don't come, don't come. I'm busy! I'll touch it!"
I said, "Your mother is going to die, and you don't care?"
He said: "If you die, you will die. Find a place to bury it. Why are you firing up the cannon again? Damn it!"
"Dudududu!"
The phone was hung up rudely and there was a busy tone.
I was stupid. I called again and no one answered.
In the end, the police called 120, and the four of them worked together to send the old woman to the hospital.
Originally I thought this matter was going to end like this.
Unexpectedly, the landlord of the store suddenly called me the next day and asked me to go there as soon as possible.
Said my mother was bullied again.
After hearing this, I quickly asked for leave and rushed home.
From a distance, I saw a large circle of people gathered in front of my porridge shop.
I squeezed in and saw a young gangster wearing a floral shirt and a shaved head sitting at the door of my house, holding a loudspeaker and shouting:
"Everyone came here to comment. Yesterday, my mother fell down in the store and broke her bones. She is still in the hospital! And now her family won't give her a penny. Is this ridiculous? My mother is already in her seventies. !”
His mother went to grab his speaker: "How come no one in your family is reasonable?"
"What's the truth?" He grabbed my mother's collar and pushed her hard, "My mother fell down in your store. If you pay the money , you will die immediately if you eat anything . This is the truth!"
I rushed out and kicked the gangster in the back, beating the shit out of him.
"Will you try touching my mother again?"
He got up, raised his horn and smashed it over my head.
Soon we were wrestling with each other.
Neither side took advantage.
I got punched a few times and his eyes were bruised.
I don’t know who called the police, but the police arrived.
When he saw the police, he was even more active than me.
He jumped up suddenly and grabbed the policeman's sleeve: "Officer, you have to make the decision for our family. They sent my mother to the hospital!"
The policeman is the one from before and knows what happened.
Hearing this, he frowned and scolded: "Why did you end up in the hospital? She obviously fell by herself."
The lie was exposed in person, but the gangster didn't change his face: "No matter what, it's their fault. My mother fell down in their store, and they will be responsible to the end!"
He took out a stack of reports: "Look at the medical expenses and mental compensation, the total is 88,000, give it quickly, my mother is still waiting for the operation."
He stretched out his hand toward me: "Hurry up!"
I got up just now, picked up a stone in my hand, and threw it at it:
"for you!"
He screamed in pain and was about to fight back when the police scolded him.
He sneered and nodded: "Okay, okay, if you don't give it, then I will come every day and stop your business!"
After saying harsh words, he turned around and left.
The pot at the door was cooking pumpkin porridge, and the gangster spat into it.
A pot of good porridge was completely ruined.
"They, they, they." Mom covered her heart and gasped, "It's too bullying!"
night.
Mom stayed in the room for a long time and didn't come out.
I know she is sad.
My father died young, and it was my mother who raised me up alone.
Provided me with food, drink, and college education.
Although my family is not rich, my mother has never treated me materially.
The hard work involved cannot be explained in just one or two words.
I remember when I was in the second grade of elementary school, I came home from school and found that my house was full of relatives.
They looked at me with very sympathetic eyes. I didn't know why and asked my mother.
Mom just said softly, you must listen to me carefully from now on.
After that day, I learned that my father had been in a car accident and left us forever.
The family members of the driver who caused the accident were arguing with my family, and the compensation was always delayed.
Too busy to juggle work and litigation, my mother was fired from her job.
In the darkest moment, my mother never shed a tear.
The funeral was done by one person.
A man went to court against the driver's family.
A person starts a business from dawn to dusk.
Life gradually improved, and the corners of my mother's eyes were also covered with wrinkles.
On the day when her college notice came out, she drank a lot for the first time.
I cried and laughed while holding the photo of my father.
At that moment, I seemed to see a hole in her strong mask.
She was finally willing to be kind to herself once and vent her grievances and loneliness to her heart's content.
As a young child, I understood.
Mom is not omnipotent, she just doesn’t allow herself to be weak.
Now, I have grown up.
Then I will be your strongest support, mom.
I took the kitchen knife and went out.
As soon as I walked to the door of the unit building, I bumped into my neighbor Grandpa Li.
He was shocked and grabbed me: "What are you going to do!"
Grandpa Li watched me grow up since I was a child. During the time when my father passed away, he took great care of me, almost like my own grandfather.
Naturally, I had nothing to hide from him: "Grandpa, my mother has been bullied, and I want to avenge her. You must not stop me."
"Nonsense!" He snatched away my knife. "I came to you just because of this matter. I knew you would be impulsive! You finally got into a key university and are about to graduate. Now go and chop Is it a loss for you to trade with him, a bastard who is just waiting to die? Your mother is your only son, how will you let your mother survive if something happens to you?"
I suddenly calmed down: "What should we do? We can't let them bully us anymore!"
"Of course revenge must be avenged, but…" Grandpa Li pointed to his head, "You have to use this."
He took me home and said, "Come to my house and I'll teach you some social routines."
"I handled a case before: the defendant broke an antique worth 100,000 yuan from the plaintiff, but the antique was actually a fake and the actual value was less than 2,000 yuan. However, the court still ordered the defendant to compensate the defendant 100,000 yuan because the defendant spent 100,000 yuan. If it is purchased with real money, the amount of compensation has nothing to do with the authenticity of the item, but depends on the actual loss of the owner.”
"what do you mean?"
"Don't they like to smash stores?" Grandpa Li smiled, "Then let's find something more expensive for him to smash."
Sure enough, the next day, the family came again.
The old woman was in a wheelchair and had a cast on her leg.
I don’t know if it’s true or false.
I hope it's true.
His son was pushing the wheelchair, and his expression looked quite…proud.
Like being fucking paralyzed is something to be proud of.
"I told you that if you don't give me money, don't do business." The gangster sat down in front of my house, "Do you think my words are farts?"
He picked up the pot and spoon, banged the pot and shouted to the diners in the store: "Hey, hey! Stop eating, we are not doing business today!"
He doesn't know that these customers are our people.
Everyone acted very naturally. They put down their chopsticks and asked my mother: "What's going on, boss?"
"What's going on?" the gangster asked, "They broke my mother's leg and they still don't want to pay for it!"
"Hey, is that too much?"
"I really can't tell. This old man looks to be over eighty years old. How can I justify not giving him money?"
We all exchanged words with each other.
When the old woman saw that the crowd was full of her fans, she started to perform on the spot.
"Their family is so shameless. The mother and son teamed up to bully me, an old person. If it weren't for my son, I wouldn't have anywhere to talk about my grievances!"
She cried and wiped her tears: "Everyone, please come and judge me!"
The little gangster thought that he had reached the climax, and he was even more proud: "There is nothing to say, just pay for it!"
While reaching out to me, he lowered his voice and said in a volume that only the two of us could hear:
"I heard that you are still a college student at a key university? What's the use of reading so many books? I will teach you a lesson today, hehe."
I took a step back: "I just won't give it, what can you do to me?"
"No!" The gangster turned and shouted to the crowd, "They want to default on their debt!"
Everyone was very cooperative:
"Wow, we are in a society ruled by law now, can this kind of thing be allowed to happen?"
""Then they have no money and nothing they can do. ""
""Why can't you do anything? If it were me, I would smash their store. ""
""Smash the store? But it will cost you a lot of money. ""
"How much are these pots and pans worth?" Your own mother has been bullied, why don't you vent your anger? ""
Then, everyone looked at the little gangster together:
""He won't dare, right? ""
The little gangster was so excited that his face flushed: "Don't you dare?" What am I afraid of? ""
He took out a folding knife from his pocket and stuck it on the table:
""I brought a knife today, so I'm not afraid! ""
As he spoke, he kicked down the chair:
"Give me money! If you don't give me money, don't do business!"
I said, "If you want money, I won't give it to you. If you want my life, I won't give it to you."
"If you don't give it, I'll take it myself!"
He smiled and threw the bowls and chopsticks on the table to the ground one by one: "It feels bad to see your family property being ruined like this."
I gritted my teeth, not because I was really angry, but because I was about to laugh.
The corner of the mouth is harder to press than the AK.
He finally got the key prop.
I said, "Hey, don't touch that. This cup is very important to me."
He looked at it: "Isn't it just a broken teacup? It's very important to you, do you want it?"
He stretched out his hand and handed it over: "Ask me and I'll give it to you."
I kept silent and pretended to pick it up.
At the moment when the handover was about to take place, he let go and the teacup fell to pieces on the ground.
"Hahaha, I smashed it, are you angry?"
I laughed too, and I really couldn’t hold it in anymore.
After laughing for a long time, he wiped his tears and said, "You're finished. I spent half a million on this cup."
"ah?"
I stretched out five fingers and reiterated: "I bought it for half a million."
"What the hell are you talking about? Five hundred thousand dollars for a broken teacup?" He said, "You're acting like a monkey!"
Grandpa Li walked in from the crowd, took out the IOU, and slapped it in front of him:
"Let's learn the words. Look clearly. It's clearly written in black and white. Xiaozhi used his house as a mortgage in exchange for my Song Dynasty tea cup."
"This thing is an antique!" The little gangster's face turned green. "You put the antique in the store and use it as a soy sauce bottle?"
I said, "Do you care?"
He still didn't believe it, so he picked up the pieces and looked at them again and again: "It's not an antique at all, there's a QR code on it!"
I took out my phone and scanned it, and the result showed that it was from the Tang Dynasty.
"More valuable!" I said.
Grandpa Li slapped his thigh: "Then I lost money on the sale. I should have sold you 800,000 yuan!"
I said, "That's right. I still pick up big leaks."
The little gangster interrupted our singing: "Do you think I'm a fool? Whose antique has a QR code on it! This is a fake antique!"
I said, "I'm happy with fakes. Do you care? Stop talking nonsense and pay me half a million!"
"Fart, I can buy a bunch of these things at the vegetable market for fifty!"
He grabbed the folding knife and said viciously: "Little bastard, you want to set up a trap for me? You're too young!"
"Xiao Zhi, he has a knife and has already posed a life threat to you." Grandpa Li smiled coldly, "If you beat him to death now, it is considered self-defense."
I nodded and went to the store to get an iron rod: "I'll tell you what's the use of reading too much, it can make fools like you act like a monkey!"
Then he hit him on the arm with a stick: "I'll let you pretend!"
He fell down on the spot in pain.
I stepped on his back and twisted his arm:
"Yesterday, you used this hand to push my mother."
I straightened his arm hard: "You deserve to die!"
Hit it with a stick!
"Bang" sound.
The solid iron rod hit his forearm firmly.
There was no feeling of broken bones as expected.
It was a huge shock that almost made me throw away my hand.
After a brief silence, the gangster burst out with a tragic cry:
"ah!"
The belated old woman followed closely behind and shouted at the top of her lungs:
"Help, it's murder!"
No one paid any attention to her.
I thought the little gangster was too noisy, so I took off his shoes and stuffed them into his mouth.
Then he found a new angle and hit it with another stick!
This time it felt right.
The little gangster stood upright in pain, and his forehead was covered with big beads of sweat.
I watched coldly as he rolled around on the ground like a maggot.
"You're done, you're done!" He gasped, "You dare to hit me, I want you to look good!"
I raised the iron rod: "You don't want the other hand either?"
He shut up immediately.
10
Passers-by who didn’t know the truth helped call the police.
The same policeman came three times in three days and became familiar with us.
He didn’t ask anything about the situation. He frowned and scolded the gangster:
"I didn't ask you to calm down yesterday, so why are you causing trouble again?"
The gangster got up with difficulty, pulled the policeman's clothes and said:
"Officer, they were the ones who moved first this time. Look, my hand is broken!"
The gangster's face was covered with sweat, and he rolled on the ground until his whole body was covered in ashes. His left hand was drooped, looking half-dead.
"You're talking nonsense again." I laughed. "It was obviously you who wanted to stab me, but you didn't hit me."
"You lied!" The old woman patted the armrest of her wheelchair, almost stood up in excitement, pointed at me, her eyes were fierce, and she spat, "You hit someone, and you lied! You are so shameless!"
I knelt down, stared at her wrinkled ugly face, and said with a smile: "What did the old man say? In terms of shamelessness, among you, who is your opponent?"
I looked up at the sky: "I said it hasn't rained recently. It turns out you were the one who made me speechless."
The old woman didn't understand the homophone, and her finger pointed at me and trembled crazily: "You, you, you…"
I spat it out.
She froze.
The police felt that both sides of the story were unbelievable and wanted to watch the surveillance.
My surveillance camera has no sound, only pictures.
So, the police saw this scene:
The gangster pushed the old woman and appeared in front of my store in a swaggering manner.
Then in front of us, he threw my things on the ground one by one.
His arrogant and domineering expression was in sharp contrast to my silence.
When the police saw this, they had already shaken off the gangster and held his hand.
Later, when the scene of the gangster taking out a folding knife appeared.
The policeman clicked pause and asked him, "What else do you have to say?"
He was anxious: "I was just trying to scare him, but this kid just broke my hand… If you don't believe me, ask them!"
As a result, the melon-eating crowd spoke enthusiastically:
"You've smashed up their store, why can't they fight back?"
"That's right, I've seen bullies before, but I've never seen anyone bully like you."
"Xiao Zhi, this kid, I grew up watching and grew up saying that whatever he ate would kill him immediately . He was not only filial, but also had good academic performance. How could he have fought back if he hadn't been forced into a hurry?"
"…"
The little gangster's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg in: "That's not what you just said."
The old woman was the first to react: "You are in a group! You teamed up to lie to me!"
I sneered: "What did I lie to you? Did I smash the store with his hand, or did I kneel down and beg him to blackmail me? How come even tofu has a brain, but you don't!"
"Okay, okay!" The little gangster finally came to his senses. "I'm in trouble today. I'm going to get this place back sooner or later. We'll see!"
He wanted to leave, but I grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the ground:
"Want to run away? You don't really think you don't want to pay back these five hundred thousand, do you?"
Later, the police gave the two people a science education at the scene.
Finally, the two legally illiterate people understood the rationality of the 500,000 yuan debt.
"No money! I have no money!" The old woman slid from the wheelchair to the ground and rolled around. "You can't even afford to kill me!"
I said, "It's okay if you don't have money. I'll ask your son for it. He was the one who broke it anyway."
When the gangster heard this, he ran wildly.
The speed was so fast that Su Bingtian would say "admire" when he saw it.
I didn’t even react for a moment. I could only point at the old woman on the ground and shout to her background:
"Hey, your mother doesn't want it anymore?"
The monk can run away but cannot run away from the temple.
I turned around and bowed deeply to my uncles and aunts: "Thank you for your support. Mom has already gone to buy groceries. Please come to my house for lunch."
Many people responded.
Grandpa Li tore up the IOU with a smile and patted me on the shoulder: "Go ahead and do it! We will support you!"
11
I waited three months for revenge.
There are three reasons.
One is that I am a college student after the first year of Tianlin. I revised my graduation thesis fifteen times before I passed the duplication check.
The second thing is that I know with my toes that it is impossible for the mother and son to spit out this money if they use conventional means.
Thirdly, when I was investigating their family’s background, I discovered something that shook my outlook:
Twenty years ago, the old woman's daughter-in-law gave birth to a girl.
As a result, the old woman's wish to have a grandson came to nothing.
So, she took the girl out in the middle of the night while no one was paying attention.
Thrown in the ice and snow.
Life and death are still uncertain.
Twenty years ago, various criminal investigation methods were not advanced enough, and there was no physical evidence. The old woman was not convicted for a long time.
The girl's mother, on the other hand, missed her daughter so much that she became insane.
Later, he regarded a stone pei as his daughter and jumped off the bridge to snatch her.
One head fell to death.
The old woman's funeral was treated as a happy occasion.
Whenever anyone meets him, he says that God is taking pity on their family, so he sends this money-losing guy away.
Then, the old woman lived in her daughter-in-law's house, spent her daughter-in-law's inheritance, and lived a free life.
"If my niece is still alive, she should be as old as you." The girl's uncle looked at me with red eyes.
The girl's grandparents also passed away in the past few years, and fewer and fewer people remember these things. He also has a family to support, and he is determined to seek justice for his sister, but he has no other skills.
Bringing up old things again opened a bloody wound.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became depressing.
There was also a chess and card room owner traveling with us.
The gangster owed him a lot of money and was unable to repay it.
Then he thought about getting some tips from the girl's uncle to make up for it.
Now, looking at him like this, he has no intention of asking for debt.
"Fuck, this old guy!" The boss stabbed the cigarette into the ashtray and crushed it out hard. "I also have a daughter, and I usually don't listen to these things. Fuck him!"
So, a few of us discussed countermeasures until late at night.
I didn't leave the old woman's home until early the next morning.
Didn't sleep all night, but was full of energy.
Fuck you!
12
Of course I was the first one to perform.
I asked a few 18-meter-old boys to follow me to the old lady's house.
She was eating in her wheelchair, basking in the sun and blowing the breeze.
How uncomfortable.
I went up and kicked her job away: "Eat your ass!"
The soup and water splashed all over her body.
She shouted angrily: "What are you doing?"
I took out the court judgment:
"Are you suffering from Alzheimer's disease? I have a debt, what should I do!"
Everyone around her was attracted, and she went crazy again.
He closed his eyes and turned his head: "I don't know, I don't know, I can't see."
I don't care if she is really blind or fake.
He took people with him to her house to move things to pay off the debt.
There really aren't many valuable things at home.
A small TV, a second-hand refrigerator…a jar of pickles.
So shabby.
I waved my hand: "Move, move!"
The old woman was so anxious that she almost jumped up: "What are you doing! You can't move, you can't move! Someone is coming to rob!"
There are people eating melons all around.