I Drank Until I Bled from the Stomach While Helping Villagers Sell Vegetables, Then They Forced Me to Sell My House to Pay Their Debts

A typhoon was on its way, and my mother begged me to help the village sell its vegetables before it hit. But on the day of her sixtieth birthday, the village chief and the villagers barged into our home, shouting that they were going to smash it to pieces. “You ungrateful bastard! We trusted you, and you had the nerve to pocket kickbacks behind our backs!” “How dare you take advantage of honest people? Get out here and pay us back!” They had no idea that not a cent of the extra money had gone into my pocket. I had even swallowed my pride and drunk until I bled from the stomach just to secure the deal. On the day of the birthday banquet, they hurt my mother and forced me to sell our house to compensate them. That was when I finally understood that doing good came at a price. I swore I would never take another vegetable from them, and they fell apart.