The Evil Mother-in-law: Torment Children, Work Hard, Be Rich!-Chapter 113: Crispy Food Garden Burgled

"Older brother, sister-in-law, you start by scolding people, do you even understand the situation?"

Manager Feng was so angry he almost wanted to faint and not care anymore.

"What he owes is gambling debt, and it’s a thousand taels, even selling my house and land doesn’t cover it."

"You say I don’t treat Feng Chuan as my own son, this is simply a stab to my heart. Ever since he followed me, I’ve been afraid he’d have grievances. I try my best to treat him well; whatever he wants, I satisfy him. I sent him to school, but after failing the child student exam several times, he stopped studying. I asked him to learn a trade at the shop but he found it too hard. After he grew up, I bought him a house, land, and got him a wife, and I support his entire family. You keep saying that I’m bad to Feng Chuan. Have you done as much for your eldest son as I have?"

"Why did I move from Pingchuan to Yan Guan Town? Wasn’t it all because Feng Chuan gambles and owed debts? I had to come here to repay them for him. Over the years, how many holes have I filled for him? Let Feng Chuan tell you if he lives properly. He’s at the casino every day despite me scolding and beating him. Now he owes another thousand taels, isn’t this all his doing?"

Manager Feng laid out all his grievances about Feng Chuan to his brother and sister-in-law.

Feng’s elder brother and sister-in-law listened to all this without any intention to blame Feng Chuan.

They believed that the blame lay entirely on Manager Feng, saying their eldest son didn’t gamble. Feng Chuan only picked up gambling after being with Manager Feng.

Feng’s elder brother said: "Since you treat Chuan’er like a son, don’t complain. The saying goes, ’A son’s faults are the father’s responsibility.’ Chuan’er turned out this way because you didn’t teach him properly."

Feng’s sister-in-law added: "Exactly. It’s because you didn’t teach him well. You complain about spending money on Chuan’er, but which family doesn’t spend money on their sons? You complained about paying five hundred taels for Chuan’er back then, but without him, would you have had motivation to earn such a big fortune?"

Manager Feng listened to his brother and sister-in-law’s words, infuriated to the point of wanting to drive them out.

In their minds, everything was his fault. He was the one who led their son astray and disregarded his well-being.

Just because he couldn’t have sons, did that mean he had to always be dominated by his brother and sister-in-law?

"Second brother, since all your assets will ultimately belong to Chuan’er, consider paying off his thousand-tael debt as giving him his inheritance ahead of time. We’re all family; if the meat rots, it stays in the pot. You can’t just abandon him, he still needs to perform funeral rites for you. If you don’t care about him, give Chuan’er and his son back to us, and let your daughter look after your ancestral duties." Feng’s sister-in-law saw Manager Feng’s displeased look and continued to strike him where it hurt.

Feng’s sister-in-law thought, who told him not to have sons?

Since he took her son, he should be planning for her son.

Manager Feng was provoked by their criticisms and retorted angrily, "I’m not dead yet, dreaming of getting all my property now!"

His brother and sister-in-law had the audacity of those hoping to claim an inheritance.

"It’s easy for you to say. I can tell you I can’t produce a thousand taels right now. Since you came to stand up for your son today, it’s not just up to me to figure this out. You should think of ways, sell your house, land, grain, gather whatever you can. We have three days left, let’s get moving."

Manager Feng offered his brother and sister-in-law a solution.

His brother and sister-in-law said nothing; selling their house and land was impossible. They weren’t like Manager Feng who could run a shop and earn money.

They barely earned much from farming.

"Whether we can gather the money in three days depends on Feng Chuan’s fate. You can go back now, I won’t keep you for a meal." Manager Feng told his brother and sister-in-law’s family to leave.

Feng Chuan left Manager Feng’s house with his biological parents, feeling even more resentment.

"He’s really not the real father; I see Second Brother isn’t worried at all."

As soon as they stepped outside, Feng’s sister-in-law pouted and grumbled.

"Chuan’er, don’t say your parents don’t care about you. We came to help you make your case. Since you’ve been handed over, you’re as good as your second uncle’s son, and he should look after you. We’re too poor to come up with a few taels, but rest assured, I’ll come every day these three days to pressure him until he forks over the silver. As your real father, I won’t watch your hand get cut off." Feng’s elder brother said to his son Feng Chuan.

Though he didn’t want to see his son’s hand chopped off, he couldn’t afford to help.

Anyway, this son wasn’t originally from his branch, he had other sons.

But he could still help his son by pressuring the second brother.

Just as Feng Chuan was about to say something, he suddenly saw Gu Dashu in the crowd smiling at him, frightening him so much his whole body shivered, and his right hand began to ache faintly.

These days, Gu Dashu had dropped his sycophantic mask and was pressing him hard. By now, Feng Chuan was traumatized by anyone with Gu Dashu’s build.

Feng Chuan pulled his parents into a nearby alley, afraid of being cornered by Gu Dashu.

"Dad, Mom, if Uncle doesn’t clear my debt, I have a way." Feng Chuan said.

"What’s your plan?" Feng’s father asked.

"The owner of the Crispy Food Garden handed the whole place over to Uncle, and I’ve seen deeds and silver under his care at his store." Feng Chuan said.

"You mean you can get it?" Feng’s mother asked.

"Yes. Since he’s unkind, then don’t blame me for being unjust." Feng Chuan replied with a sinister look.

"Alright then, let’s go get it." Feng’s father urged eagerly.

Feng’s father thought his son’s life was more important than Manager Feng’s future.

They wouldn’t be blamed for urging their son to take the deeds and silver from the Crispy Food Garden, who made the second brother unwilling to give up the silver.

Feng Chuan took his parents to the Crispy Food Garden, where the clerks were very familiar with him. Many clerks who wanted to please Manager Feng often tried to win over Feng Chuan. Seeing him at the shop, they told him Manager Feng was not in. Feng Chuan told the clerks he was sent by Manager Feng to fetch something for him.

Plus, Feng’s father and mother often appeared at the Crispy Food Garden, so the clerks didn’t suspect anything and let them in.

Feng Chuan and his parents, well-acquainted with the place, went straight to Manager Feng’s workspace and shut the door.

The three of them opened the drawers on Manager Feng’s desk one by one. Just as they opened the second drawer, they saw the shop’s deed, silver notes, and account book, as well as stamps.

"How come there are only five hundred taels?" Feng’s father asked, holding the silver notes.

"Dad, the silver note isn’t important; isn’t the property’s deed right here? This shop is worth more than a thousand taels." Feng Chuan’s hand trembled as he held the deed.

Since his uncle treated him like this, he would ruin everything his uncle had, make him regret it.

He planned to mortgage the shop to Gu Dashu for a thousand taels.

"The shop’s deed and silver notes, anything works, as long as it saves your life." Feng’s mother said.

Feng Chuan tucked the deed and stamps into his clothes.

"Dear, why are you taking the silver notes when you already have the deed?" Feng’s mother asked.

"I was annoyed seeing Second Brother’s mansion today, annoyed that our parents favored him, letting him read and learn a craft. Second Brother lives in luxury here while I’m farming at home. This silver is owed to me."

Feng’s father put the silver notes into his clothes.

"Anyway, you’ve taken the deed, and your second uncle won’t let us off once he finds out, might as well take the silver notes too." Feng’s mother said confidently.

Feng Chuan nodded, thinking his parents made sense.

The three of them quickly grabbed the deed and silver notes and left.

While Manager Feng was at home smashing a teacup in anger, he had no idea his Crispy Food Garden had been stolen from.