Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 933 - 134 Onset of illness_2

Chapter 933: 134 Onset of illness_2

Da Han handed the account book to Lin Jiazhong; his expression was also looking somewhat unpleasant.

Lin Jiazhong took the account book in a daze. It was filled with densely packed characters, neat and clean, but he couldn’t make out a single word. The only thing that he could see clearly was the final figure of fifty-six taels.

His hands were trembling. Did he really have to sell his house? But how much could those few rooms possibly fetch? Lin Yuan had already generously paid a high price for his land; could he ask her to pay a high price for his house as well? Even if she were willing to buy, could he sell it? Without the house, where would his family go? To Lady Yang’s place? No, no, that wasn’t possible; there were only two rooms there, nowhere near enough space for the three of them. Moreover, with his unfilial son’s current condition, it was totally out of the question.

In just a few moments, countless thoughts had whirled through Lin Jiazhong’s mind until someone’s voice suddenly urged him, "Are you going to compensate or not? If not, hurry up and take Lin Yongcheng to the Yamen! What time is it already? If we delay any further, we won’t be able to get back tonight."

"No! Don’t take my son to the Yamen! No, we will pay back the money, we’ll pay!" Lady Ma clung to her son in terror, her eyes wide with fear. Her younger son had already been ruined by prison; she couldn’t lose another!

"Head of the household, head of the household, say something! Head of the household!" Lady Ma, not caring if Lin Jiazhong would kick her away, clutched desperately at her husband’s legs, crying with tears and snot streaming down her face.

Already agitated, Lin Jiazhong became even more irritated by her crying. He lifted his leg, trying to shake her off, but Lady Ma clung on tightly, and after a couple of attempts, he still couldn’t dislodge her.

"Enough already, even if he’s no good, he’s still my son. How could I let him go to prison?"

One son had already died after being tortured in prison; he couldn’t send another one there. Besides, if he really went in, getting him out would be difficult.

"Old village chief, this money, we’ll take it!" Lin Jiazhong handed the account book back to Da Han, gritting his teeth before continuing, "But right now, I don’t have so much silver. I hope the village chief can grant me a few days. I will go to the town to find Siyu and gather the silver to bring to you."

"Who knows if you’ll just run away?"

"Exactly, you need to leave your son behind. What if your whole family runs off?"

The onlookers in the village started arguing back and forth, each expressing their concerns. One couldn’t blame them for worrying; the matter involved a lot of money and affected many people.

After pondering for a moment, the old village chief said, "Well then, leave your son in the ancestral hall for now. Once you bring the silver, we will release him. Of course, you can rest assured we won’t mistreat him. You can bring meals for him three times a day; we will just have some people keep an eye on him."

No sooner had the old village chief finished speaking than several men volunteered eagerly to look after Lin Yongcheng.

The old village chief added one last thing, "I will give you only three days. I hope you come back quickly."

Lin Jiazhong had no choice but to nod in agreement.

However, things never go as smoothly as expected.

Just as Lin Jiazhong turned to gather the silver, Lin Yongcheng, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly started acting crazy, frightening everyone present so much that they just looked on with wide eyes, at a loss.

Xia Zheng protected Lin Yuan and took a couple of steps back, only to see that Lin Yongcheng on the ground was suddenly seizing, his body arching like a prawn about to be boiled. When he rolled on the ground and turned over, his face was even more distorted, with tears and snot streaming down, mumbling something incomprehensible in his mouth.

Lady Ma, holding him, clearly wasn’t seeing this for the first time. As soon as she noticed something was wrong with her son, she quickly rushed over, wrapped her arms around her son’s head, and stuffed a wooden stick she always carried with her into his mouth.

However, Lin Yongcheng still showed no signs of improvement, his body continued to sweat profusely, and his teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.

Seeing his son suddenly like this, Lin Jiazhong was also in shock, continuously mumbling, "Wasn’t he fine? Wasn’t he fine? Why is this happening again, what’s going on?"

Lin Yongcheng’s sudden fit had frightened everyone, but ultimately it was Xia Zheng who was the first to react. He stepped forward, and after pressing a few points on Lin Yongcheng’s body with his long fingers, the latter indeed stopped moving, except his teeth still uncontrollably gnashed. If not for the wooden stick Lady Ma had timely put into his mouth, he probably would have bitten his own tongue off.