Liu Qingshan stood aside with his hands in his arms and watched the show: "I won't do it. I think your mother is good at fighting. You said you are so old and don't be enterprising. If you don't work hard to make money, you are still squandering so much. Eighty dollars aren't it money at a time? With that eighty dollars, won't it be nice to keep it for meat to eat?"

"How much?" Old Mrs. Tan stood in the yard with bamboo branches and asked blankly, "How much does it cost?"

"Eighty, eighty yuan a day. I heard that the Dasha Uncle treated me to a total of five people, four hundred yuan. With the fine, one thousand yuan was gone."

"What? One thousand dollars?" Old Mrs. Tan almost fainted from anger when she heard that her son had lost so much money.

You said you were arrested and imprisoned for a few days, but now, a thousand yuan is gone. You said, how could there be such a stupid son in this world?

Old Mrs. Tan was so angry that she grabbed the bamboo branch and chased Tan Dasha and beat him.

The yard is so big that no matter where Tan Dasha runs, he can be caught up by his mother and beat him up.

In the end, I couldn't bear the pain anymore, so I wanted to run outside.

But before he could reach the door, he was pushed back by the villain Liu Qingshan, and it happened to fall on my mother's bamboo branch.

This time he was so excited that he jumped up in pain: "Ao! Mom, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong, don't hit, don't hit."

Old Mrs. Tan was tired of beating, and put her waist on her waist, pointed at her son with a bamboo branch, and asked angrily, "I know I am wrong, I really know or I am fake? Then will you still go fooling around in the future?"

Tan Dasha shook her head with aggrieved look on her face: "I won't go, I won't go anymore. I squatted inside for a few days. I had already decided to never go again. Even if you don't hit me, I won't go."

This beating was so painful.

Originally, he had been squatting inside for several days and suffering for several days. After a struggle of thought, he suddenly realized and decided not to fool around again. But who knew that when he returned home, he would be beaten.

Now, in the face of this bloody lesson, Tan Dasha understood a truth: when you go out, you always have to suffer a little.

"You don't know what the family conditions are. Dasha, you are in your forties. Look at Qingshan's father. He is still less than fifty years old. My son is almost married. Look at you, look at yourself, what do you have? If you continue like this, what will you do if your mother dies in the future?"

"My mom is so old, and I can't live for a few years. Why are you still not sober? What can you make a fortune by messing around with those people? Do you still have to worry about you when I die, go into the coffin, and be buried in the ground? Big fool, you can't be so confused all the time for decades."

These heart-wrenching words are all from Mrs. Tan’s heartfelt words.

She didn't say it before, because she felt that her son was too honest and didn't want to put pressure on him.

But now, this stupid son actually spent money to invite others to go to prostitution and was arrested. In just a few days, the family lost thousands of dollars.

If this situation continues, I am afraid that this stupid son will become a beggar in the future.

She was heartbroken, not only because of the 1,000 yuan, but also because of the silly son who had worked with someone like Qingshan for so long, but had not made any progress.

As she said that, tears came up.

Old Mrs. Tan sat on a small stool, covered her face, sobbed, "Damn it, you are in your forties, your mother is in her seventies and eighties, and your dad is in her eighties. We old couples have not had a few years together. If you continue like this, what will you do when you are alone in the future? Do you really want your dad and you to leave uneasy? Do you really want us to go underground and worry about you?"

Liu Qingshan and Tan Dasha didn't expect that Old Lady Tan would suddenly turn from being angry to being sad, and she burst into tears in her heart.

Tan Dasha hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his mother's arm, knelt on the ground, and said confidently: "Mom, don't cry, I know I'm wrong, I really know I'm wrong, I will never go foolish with Wang Youxin and the others in the future. Don't worry, if I go out with them again, I will castrate myself and you don't have to do it."

"What are you saying?" Old Mrs. Tan raised her old face covered with tears and said, "Can you still marry a wife if you castrate yourself? Your dad and I don't ask you to be rich or powerful, nor do we ask you to make much money. We just want to see you get married. When we leave in the future, you will have a companion."

"Mom, from now on, I will work hard and make money. I will definitely get married."

"Yes, yes." Liu Qingshan quickly echoed, "Grandma Tan, I forgot to tell you that the charcoal produced by Uncle Dasha is very good. It not only has no charcoal head, but also resistant to burning. The barbecue restaurant owner who bought charcoal before sent me a message two days ago, saying that he wanted to reserve a thousand kilograms of wood charcoal."

"Ah?" Old Mrs. Tan and Tan Dasha looked at Liu Qingshan in surprise at the same time.

Liu Qingshan took out his cell phone and showed Tan Dasha the information about the owner of the barbecue restaurant.

Tan Dasha looked at it and was instantly happy: "Is this true? He really booked a thousand kilograms of wood charcoal."

"Not." Seeing that Old Mrs. Tan's tears were dry, Liu Qingshan smiled with her son, and said with a smile, "He said that there is a self-service barbecue restaurant in the city, and it is necessary to burn a lot of charcoal every winter. Uncle Dasha, just burn the charcoal. Then, just send it to the county town."

"That's great. In this way, the family can earn a few thousand yuan." Tan Dasha never expected that the charcoal he burned was so easy to sell.

I had thought before that the remaining packs of charcoal might not be sold, but I didn't expect that the boss would set a thousand pounds at once.

"And, look, they said that they just set a thousand kilograms first. As for whether to continue ordering your charcoal this year, it depends on the business. If the business is good, continue to set aside."

As soon as Liu Qingshan finished speaking, Old Mrs. Tan suddenly stood up, looked at him with starlight and asked, "Qingshan, then according to what you said, should Dasha continue to burn charcoal?"

"Of course we should continue to burn charcoal. Not only should we burn, but the more we should be, the better." Liu Qingshan smiled, "I think that according to Uncle Dasha's ability, it is not a problem to burn two kilns of charcoal per month. One kiln is one thousand kilograms of charcoal per kiln, and two thousand kilograms of charcoal per kiln. Although these charcoals may not be sold immediately after being burned, the charcoal will not expire and will not deteriorate, so it doesn't matter if it can't be sold for the time being, just burn it."

"That's great." Old Mrs. Tan turned her head and looked at her son happily and ordered, "Dasha, then you can rest at home for a day today and go to the mountain to work tomorrow."
Chapter completed!