Chapter 815: Chapter 815: Pulmonary Tuberculosis

Nanny Sun was a shrewd woman. Hearing that remark, she estimated that things were mostly as she guessed–the root of today’s uproar lay entirely with Prince Pu.

But they had not been in the Capital for long after moving here, so how could they have offended Prince Pu’s Mansion?

Nanny Sun was utterly baffled.

The young gentlemen who had just been crowding around were now retreating far away, their faces filled with fear, as if they were not the same ones who just a moment ago had been expressing sympathy for Zhang San. They even whispered to each other, “Oh no! Lung disease has appeared in the Capital; it’s contagious and deadly. Shouldn’t we report this to the officials to avoid innocent people being affected?”

“That’s right. Such a disease could spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred. If that happens, the Capital will turn into a disaster area, and none of us will survive.”

While everyone was making a commotion, a robust peasant woman ran over.

She was around twenty-eight, with plain features. Charging over, she roundly berated Zhang San: “You good-for-nothing, there’s plenty of work at home you’re ignoring, spending all your days indulging in eating, drinking, and merrymaking; and now you even dare to come to Qinger Building to engage in pleasures? Go, get home now, your mother is waiting for you!”

After speaking, the woman grabbed Zhang San’s arm and began to drag him away.

“No, father is not going back, if you want to leave, go by yourself.” Doctor Shi had just diagnosed him with a terminal illness, so now, his heart felt like ashes; even faced with his usually fearsome wife, he was no longer afraid.

Nanny Sun stepped forward and blocked the peasant woman’s path: “Who are you?”

The peasant woman fiercely retorted, “And who are you? I’m here to catch my husband; none of your damn business.”

“Your husband came to our Qinger Building to enjoy himself, not only did he leave without paying, but he also falsely accused Qinger Building of causing him to contract a terminal illness. Unless these two matters are clarified, no one is leaving today.” Nanny Sun’s voice was loud enough for everyone to hear clearly.

Hearing this, the peasant woman immediately put her dirty and blackened hand into her bosom, fumbling around, yet failing to produce even a single Copper Coin, looking somewhat embarrassed.

“Procuress, how about you put it on my tab, and I will personally deliver it to you another day.”

Nanny Sun didn’t look down on them; she knew that average peasant families simply couldn’t afford that much Silver: “Do you know how much Silver he owes?”

The woman shook her head: “I don’t know.”

“One hundred and fifty taels of Silver.”

“What, that much Silver?” The peasant woman was enraged, raising her hand and slapping Zhang San across the face, “You consumptive ghost, you never work and just drag the family down. Where would we find that much money to repay others!”

Zhang San, struck by the slap, was furious and cursed back, “In the end, it’s all because of you, you damned witch, always a harbinger of doom. Whenever there’s trouble, you call me a consumptive ghost, and now you got your wish. I’ve really become one, so in the next life, you can live on your own.”

“Husband, what are you talking about?” The peasant woman was stunned.

“I’m sick, I’ve caught lung disease, are you satisfied now?”

“Who said you are sick?”

“Doctor Shi did,” Zhang San pointed towards the nearby Doctor Shi.

The woman urgently asked Doctor Shi, “Doctor, is my husband really ill with lung disease?”

As soon as the woman spoke these words, everyone suddenly realized–so the story Zhang San had told them earlier was all a lie, what about the belief that he was thirty and unwed when this woman was continuously calling him her husband?

Suddenly, they felt like they had been deceived.

Thus, they criticized him, saying he should not have lied and deceived them.

The woman bowed her head continuously, apologizing to them: “Actually, my husband had no ill intentions, he just can’t keep his mouth shut and likes to talk nonsense.”