My wife and I just sold the nesting land, got some capital to do business and save for our children in the future. Unexpectedly, before he had time to warm up, his mother-in-law swooped in from the countryside, stayed for a week, and sighed every day:
– “Your brother is getting married soon, they need a decent house. How much land can be sold, giving it 1 billion is considered an obligation to be a brother or sister.”
At first, I wisely refused, but he turned to me when he stopped talking sweetly. My wife was in the middle, just silent. I watched my mother lying on the sofa all day, my heart was pounding. In the end, I left the door alone, I had to grit my teeth and collect enough money to take to my mother.
When I arrived, the scene in front of me was shocking. He was not as sad as he had said. His brother-in-law and his wife lived in the largest villa in the village, with a carved iron gate, and garages full of expensive cars. I was stunned, my hands shaking, and I realized that I had just been led by the nose.
That night, I was so angry that I couldn’t sleep. Thinking of the 1 billion that had been unjustly lost, thinking of the scene where my father-in-law had only treated us as a withdrawal tree all his life, a crazy thought arose in my heart. The next morning, I gritted my teeth and bought a live duck, and quietly carried it to the door of the villa.
The neighbors around saw this and started talking about it. Some people whispered that “ducks leaving the door is a bad sign”, others said that “this house is about to have a big change”.
And as I expected, the next morning, as I was just getting ready for the market, I heard the news that the entire village was screaming: the commune police and the ambulance had stopped at my sister-in-law’s villa. The door opened, and everyone rushed inside to discover a truth so horrific that I myself was amazed…