I was putting the last of the multigrain pancakes into a bag when the pancake stand was overturned. Small hands tie up the gods, copper coins are everywhere and the rich family
The oil pan hit the ground and the hot oil splashed onto my calf, causing me to gasp in pain. Before I could even cry out the pain, a foot wearing a leather shoe stepped on the dough I had just spread out and crushed it twice.
"Song Qinghuan, today is the deadline."
The person who spoke was called Fatty Liu, and he was the leader of money lending in this area. Behind him stood six strong men in black vests, one of whom was holding a baseball bat.
I straightened up, retracted my calves that were reddened by the oil, and said with a smile: "Brother Liu, please give me a few more days, and I'll pay you back as soon as I have enough."
"Coin?" Fatty Liu took out an IOU from his arms and shook it in front of me, "You said the same thing three months ago. From one hundred thousand to three hundred thousand, do you tell me you have enough?"
I stared at the IOU, my throat tight. Three hundred thousand, I can't even come up with three thousand now.
"Mom!"
Xiaobao's voice came from behind me, and I turned around suddenly to see my four-year-old son standing on a small stool behind the pancake stall, holding a glass of water in his hand, his little face tightened.
"Xiaobao, go back to the house!" I shouted in a low voice.
