Chapter 0086 Mother and Child (1 / 2)

“Son, you’ve been tidying up all morning, take a rest first. For the rest, Mother will do it herself.”

Zo Niang looked at the sweaty A Qiao and wiped the corners of his forehead with a handkerchief painfully, handing over a bowl of water with a corner missing.

Joe looked at the bowl and his expression darkened.

That is an imitation of the kiln’s blue and white porcelain bowl, this is the beginning of this year when the pier hair silver newly purchased, Rou Niang plainly like tight, never give up easy to use, A Qiao only thought of saving some money to go to the market with a matching porcelain plate to, but also to let the mother happy happy.

When my father was alive, he had to take silver away from the family every day, and the two of them lived in extreme embarrassment. On the contrary, after dad left, the days have some hope. A Qiao saved down some silver money, just want to go to the market and then buy some things when the debt collector side and door.

This bowl was broken by a debt collector the day before yesterday.

In fact, what he can’t keep is not just this one porcelain bowl?

“Mother, I’m not tired.” Ah Qiao bit his lip and tried to squeeze out a smile in an attempt to reassure his mother. He continued to bury his head in cleaning up the devastated house and said in a muffled voice, “This house is going to be repossessed by the debtors tonight, we have to quickly pick up something useful to take away.”

“Eh, good boy.”

With a smile on her face, Zuniang didn’t stop it, but continued to pack up the house together with Ah Qiao.

This was the scene that Shampoo arrived to see.

The room seemed as if it had just been ransacked, and the only worthless furniture that remained was but scattered and falling apart. The floor was strewn with all sorts of debris and dust that had long since become indistinguishable from what had been on it, and the wooden door at the entrance of the house was rickety and seemed ready to topple at any moment.

Shankar frowned darkly.

This mother and son are packing up the parcels for their escape? But look, this Rou Niang face why do not see gray disheveled, on the contrary, some calm and joy.

“It’s still Mother I’m smart enough to know to hide the valuable ones in these floor tiles beforehand, Ah Qiao, quickly put them away.”

Zuoniang excitedly pulled out a silver kettle from the floor tiles, the expression of the spirit, calling people in any case can not see is the White Horse Temple’s that majestic master of ceremonies. Because there is no scarf, action, her neck and wrists show spots of horrible scars, look is actually some old wounds.