Ma Wenli's furious voice also came over: "One hundred thousand? Do you think it's money grabbing?"

"What's the point of putting your little hooves in what a man is saying?"

The sound became louder and louder. Neighbors came out to watch the excitement, and the door was surrounded by a layer of people.

The person who came was Zhang Hu, a tyrant in Xiaozhang Village. He followed the trend to the city more than 20 years ago to move bricks, and later became a contractor with a few small coins.

Later, I heard that he caused trouble on the construction site and was beaten and disabled. His originally relatively wealthy family also became dilapidated. His wife ran away with the man next door, and his son did not recognize him.

In this environment, not many people can make a comeback and are full of self-motivation. Most people choose to eat and wait to die, and this Brother Hu is no exception. He has caused trouble everywhere in these years, unless he has no money left to waste outside.

Even if he is beaten to death, he will not return to Xiaozhang Village.

Zhang Jian stopped the car far away, pushed through the crowd and walked home.

"Hey, Zhang Jian, haven't you become prosperous recently? Why do you still owe people money?"

"Hehehe, let's just say, is it just a 'donkey's shit'? Didn't you borrow money to buy that car for your father?"

Some people were even more daring and shouted at the top of their lungs: "Are you pretending to be your mother?!"

Zhang Jian pretended not to hear them all, and pushed them away impatiently, then turned around and closed the door for a moment, and said softly: "Are you intersex people? You don't know how to speak in the yang world? Do you have to be so eccentric?"

After saying that, without waiting for the reaction of the people outside, he slammed the door shut with a "bang".

This huge movement attracted three people in the yard. Zhang Shunliang's eyes lit up when he saw his son. Ma Wenli also hesitated to speak, but her annoyed expression turned into one of pride.

Anyway, as long as Zhang Jian is here, nothing can be settled?

Zhang Hu turned his head and sneered: "You damn thought you went out to hide from debts."

"Did you just say that our family owes you money?"

Zhang Hu took out an IOU from his arms. The note was yellowed, and the handwriting on it was a little blurry. However, it was indeed signed by Zhang Shunliang, and he also pressed his fingerprint: "You don't believe it? If you don't believe it, let's go to the city to find a big boss."

The judge evaluates the reasoning.”

Zhang Jian looked at Zhang Shunliang suspiciously: "Dad, don't you know how to write?"

That’s right, Zhang Shunliang can’t even write, so how can he write an IOU? If someone else writes it, Zhang Shunliang can deny it at all.

"Son, this matter... your mother was also sick at the time. She had no choice but to go to several hospitals to ask for money, so I asked your Uncle Hu to borrow money, but I only borrowed three thousand yuan! I also

I don’t know where the thirty thousand yuan came from!”

Zhang Jian stared at Zhang Hu who looked triumphant: "Are you lying to my father?"

Zhang Shunliang cannot write. If he copied what others wrote, it would be entirely possible for him to falsify the numbers.

This is so fucking unkind.

"Anyway, the IOU is here. It's written in black and white on the paper. You can't run away." Zhang Hu smiled coldly: "If you don't have the money, you can pay it back. Don't you have a car outside? Just give it to me!"

Are you kidding me? That new car costs hundreds of thousands, and Zhang Shunliang doesn't even have a seat on the hot seat, so he just gives it to him?

Zhang Shunliang was also anxious: "Brother Hu, my son is here, you should be conscientious when speaking. I borrowed 3,000 yuan from you back then because you said you only had 8,000 yuan. Where did you get 30,000 yuan?"

Lend me?"

Zhang Hu sneered: "The IOU is here, you and I are not allowed to talk nonsense!"

Ma Wenli suddenly became anxious: "Even if it's thirty thousand yuan, what do you mean by asking for interest? One hundred thousand yuan in interest? You might as well grab it!"

He's not here to ask for money, he's clearly here to extort money.

Ma Wenli was also impatient, and regardless of her status or seniority, she stepped forward and started punching and kicking Zhang Hu, letting out all her vixen-like energy: "Do you really think we are easy to bully?! One hundred thousand yuan! One hundred thousand yuan!

"

Zhang saw that she was so noisy and was about to scold him when Zhang Shunliang suddenly exclaimed: "Brother Tiger!"

He didn't know where Ma Wenli hit him. Zhang Hu looked in pain and knelt on the ground, covering his heart. He leaned forward and kept breathing heavily.

Ma Wenli was frightened: "I'm not, I didn't... This was not mine!"

She didn't know how strong she was, could she be able to beat someone to death?

Zhang Jian immediately stepped forward to help Zhang Hu: "Dad, help me get in."

"Hey, eh, okay, okay..."

Zhang Jian and Zhang Shunliang carried the person into the house, head and tail. Zhang Jian immediately put his ear to listen to Zhang Hu's heart, and then pinched his wrist to feel his heartbeat.

This was the irregular beating of the heart, and I don’t know if it was because of Ma Wenli’s anger or stimulation.

"Dad, don't panic, he's fine," Zhang Jian calmed down and thought of what Sun Youwei had taught him today.

"Wenli! Wenli!" Zhang Jian shouted twice. Seeing that Ma Wenli was still outside, he couldn't help but cursed: "Ma Wenli!"

"Hey...here!"

"Bring my mother's Chinese medicine!" Zhang Jian shouted, "It's in my mother's house!"

"Okay... okay..." Ma Wenli rushed into the house in a panic and dragged out a sack of medicinal materials that had not yet been eaten after returning from the hospital.

Zhang Jian asked Zhang Shunliang to fan Zhang Hu to ensure air circulation. Zhang Hu's face turned pale and he was holding his heart and was motionless, frightening the people in the room.

"Red flowers, red flowers...three-seven-three-seven..." Zhang Jian rummaged in the sack for a long time and finally found these two medicinal materials. Then he ran outside the house. The people outside had dispersed, leaving only a few people.

, looked at Zhang Jian curiously.

Zhang Jian ran to the next door, grabbed a squab from the pigeon cage, and then entered the kitchen.

This was a therapeutic dish that suddenly flashed in his mind, stewed squab with red flowers and panax notoginseng. He didn't have time to think about it carefully. He was a little confused when he had all the preparations at hand.

Stew? You’re kidding, you can’t make it well within an hour or two. What are you doing?!

Zhang Jian couldn't help but laugh, and simply took out his mobile phone to make an emergency call. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he shouted: "Kanhuo Curse!"

There was a "whoosh" in the stove, and a bright flame rushed out.

He was stunned. Damn it, is this okay?

He hurriedly threw all the ingredients into the earthen jar, and Zhang Jian carefully controlled the heat. Three minutes later, the aroma wafted from the earthen jar, and he immediately wrapped the earthen jar with a cloth.

Miraculously, the scalding temperature of the earthen jar gradually cooled down in his hands, and by the time he entered the house, it had become a temperature suitable for people to drink.

"Hold him and drink it down."
Chapter completed!