The rusty shovel hit the wooden door hard, knocking off a layer of accumulated dust. "Su Yun, get out of here!" Wang Dafu's harsh voice penetrated the thin door panel, reverberating in the afternoon heat like a broken gong. Su Yun stood in the middle of the hall, staring at the crumbling wooden door. There was a longing figure outside the door. They were villagers watching the excitement. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh, and a tingling sensation crawled up his nerves to his forehead. Just ten minutes ago, Wang Dafu blocked the door with three strong men. The reason is very simple. The 10,000 yuan gambling debt owed by Su Yun's damn father during his lifetime is due today. Thirty thousand with principal and interest. If he couldn't come up with the money, he would use this dilapidated house to pay off the debt. "There's still one hour left!" Wang Dafu spit out thick phlegm outside the door, his soles ran over the cement floor, and he felt
