Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 344: The Mother of the Bomen Raises Her Stepson 11

Shen Shishan was breathing heavily, and a hoarse sound came from his throat, like a hungry wolf seeing meat.

"This, this..." He stammered, "Sister-in-law, are you joking?"

Sirong pushed lightly with her fingertips, and the banknote slid to the center of the table.

"Cash, signed receipt, delivery today." She said calmly, "From now on, Pan Di's marriage has nothing to do with you."

Mrs. Shen's head was buzzing, her fingers were pinched into her palms, and she was calculating rapidly in her mind.

Five hundred taels!

The richest landlord in the county would give his daughter a maximum of one hundred taels to marry off!

If Junbao holds this money, he will have enough houses and land to marry a wife!

She suddenly grabbed Shen Shishan's sleeve and lowered her voice to a very low level, but she couldn't suppress her fierceness:

"Boss! Hurry up and agree to it! This money is enough to buy two maids to serve us until we are old!"

Shen Shishan swallowed his saliva and stared blankly.

Yes, after all, the daughter belongs to someone else, but the money is yours!

Sirong didn't worry about the amount of money.

The document was clearly written in black and white:

"Shen Shishan and Shen Wangshi, the two who have signed the marriage agreement, voluntarily sever all ties with Shen Pandi. From now on, they will have nothing to do with each other's lives, including sickness, death, marriage, and funerals. If they continue to harass me in the future, I will treat them as blackmail and bring them to justice."

This move is to prevent Shen Shishan and his wife from regretting their decision in the future and making a fuss about "filial piety" and "bloodline".

Shen Shishan held the pen, his fingers trembling slightly.

He licked his cracked lips and tried to struggle:

"Sister-in-law, severing our relationship... isn't that too harsh? Pandi is our biological son after all..."

Sirong didn't even raise her eyelids, tapping the document lightly with her fingertips. "Don't want to sign? I'll take the money."

In one sentence, his luck was completely extinguished.

Mrs. Shen snatched the pen away and pressed Shen Shishan's hand hard on the paper: "Sign! Why don't you sign?! ​​Can you deny your debt after it's written in black and white?!"

What I was thinking was that Pan Di was my daughter anyway and would get married sooner or later. If she could be exchanged for five hundred taels now, it would be a huge profit!

As for the future?

Humph, if we really reach the end of our rope, can Pan Di just watch his own parents starve to death?

After the two of them had pressed their fingerprints, Sirong carefully put the receipt away, a sneer appearing at the corner of her lips.

"By the way." She said lightly, "Pan Di will come with me to the capital today. From now on... you can just pretend you don't have this daughter."

Mrs. Shen was stunned for a moment, then she put on a smile:

"Of course, of course! It's her blessing that Pan Di follows her sister-in-law!"

Anyway, the document has been signed and the money has been taken, so Pan Di can go wherever he wants!

But Sirong's next words made her feel like she was falling into an icy cave.

"I'll send this document to the county government office for record," Sirong said calmly. "If anyone in the future harasses Pandi in the name of 'parents'... that would be extortion, and according to the law, the penalty is exile three thousand miles away."

"Hahaha..." Shen Shishan laughed dryly twice, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, but he still managed to hold on.

"What are you talking about, sister-in-law? We're a family, there's no blackmail! Not to mention that you've already given me the buyout money, even if you didn't, I should still respect you!"

He rubbed his hands, his eyes flickered, and he still wanted to leave himself a way out in his words.

Sirong's lips curled slightly, but there was a coldness in her eyes.

"Brother, you're joking." She folded the document slowly and leisurely. "Now that I've signed it, what happens to my brother in the future is none of your business."

She paused, then suddenly raised her eyes, her gaze as sharp as a knife.

"Or...brother, do you think this document doesn't count?"

Seeing this, Mrs. Shen quickly pulled Shen Shishan's sleeve and cursed in a low voice: "What are you talking about!"

"It's a deal, it's a deal! Don't listen to his nonsense, sister-in-law! Now that we've signed it, we won't go back on our word!"

Mrs. Shen had a flattering smile on her face, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were squeezed into a ball, making her look like a greedy old fox. As she spoke, she pinched Shen Shishan hard, fearing that he would say something stupid again and ruin the "deal" of 500 taels.

Sirong glanced at her indifferently, the corners of her lips slightly raised, but there was no smile in her eyes.

"That's the best."

She raised her fingertips slightly, and the maid beside her immediately stepped forward and handed the banknote to Mrs. Shen.

Mrs. Shen practically pounced on the note, her rough fingers tightly gripping it, as if afraid it would fly away. She lowered her head and greedily counted the numbers on it, over and over again, as if this would make the silver grow into her flesh and blood.

Before leaving, Shen Junyao had another duel with Shen Junbao.

This was their sixth game here. In the first few times, Shen Junyao was defeated.

When he came back, he had some scratches on his body.

But Shen Junyao made progress every time, and he ate a lot after coming back, wanting to become stronger and stronger.

Before the morning mist cleared, Shen Junyao had already set up his stance in the backyard. When he was knocked down by Shen Junbao's sweeping kick for the fifth time, he spat out the grass debris in his mouth and caught a glimpse of Pan Di peeking from the corridor, clutching the corner of Si Rong's clothes.

Shen Junbao: He smiled while shaking his numb wrist. Did you eat a heavy weight today, you bastard?

But Shen Junyao suddenly hugged her waist

Shen Junyao: Veins popped out on his forehead, and he flipped over and threw the man onto the haystack: "This time... I deserve to win by half a move!"

"You're dreaming! I'm not afraid to tell you that my father will send me to my second uncle in a few days." He paused deliberately.

His eyes swept over Shen Junyao's clenched fists, and the corners of his mouth curled up. "Second Uncle is a leader, and all the soldiers under him have been through life on the edge of a knife. When the time comes, I will train with them and learn real skills, not your unskilled methods!"

Shen Junyao said nothing, only lowering his head to tighten the bandage around his wrists, his knuckles turning white from the strain. Meanwhile, Pan Di, standing by, couldn't stand it any longer. His face flushed crimson, and he rushed forward, fists clenched.

"You, you're talking nonsense! Jun Yao is not a wild man!"

Shen Junbao: "What do you know, little girl? Even if you practice for another ten years, you can't catch up with me!"

Shen Junyao raised his head abruptly, his eyes cold. He reached out and pulled Pan Di behind him, his voice low but firm.

"Okay, then go practice." He pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing an almost provocative smile, "When you come back, we'll have another fight! When the time comes, don't come crying to your father."

Shen Junbao's face froze, obviously not expecting him to be so tough. He was about to retort when he heard a light cough behind him.

Sirong had stood in the corridor at some point, holding a bowl of freshly brewed medicine in her hand, and glanced at the two of them indifferently.

"Junbao, your father is looking for you." She paused and looked at Shen Junyao again, "Junyao, come here and take your medicine."

Shen Junbao snorted, turned, and strode away, his back inexplicably hurried. Shen Junyao took the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, his brow furrowed with bitterness. Pan Di stood on tiptoe and stuffed a candied fruit into his mouth.

This is for Shen Junyao to regulate his spleen and stomach, and also for Pan Di. The two little guys are often hungry, and their bodies are seriously damaged.

"Sister Pan Di, have you drunk it?" The child holding the empty medicine bowl looked at Sirong.

"Don't worry, I've already drunk it."