Chapter Forty-Seven: The Uninvited Guest
In the simple and simple living room, Li Changsheng's yellowed fingertips pinched the tobacco paper and rolled up the tobacco.
There was a woman who was sucking her mouth without mouthful, and she was sitting next to her with a very anxious expression. Her hair was meticulously wrapped around her head, but her paced left and right had lost her usual grace.
The hostess' eyes looked at the closed door from time to time, and then looked at Li Changsheng with pleading and expectation.
The door was slapped hard by the people inside, and there was only a crisp sound of the door slap in the silent space.
"Dad, let me out, let me out, please..." The screams came one after another, which made the woman feel very worried.
The sound was heard from morning to night, from high to gradually weakening, but Li Changsheng was unmoved and his eyebrows did not move.
"Old man, you..." Li Changsheng's wife couldn't stand the torture. Her daughter had been locked up by Li Changsheng for more than half a month. On the day she came back, she was angry and locked her inside without saying a word.
When asked about the reason, the father and daughter didn't say anything, leaving her alone to make a sandwich cake in the middle, which was really uncomfortable.
"Don't worry about her, something shameless!"
Li Changsheng roared, snatched the cigarette butts into the bucket, walked out quickly, and lamented his wife at a loss.
Behind the door, Li Yu almost burst into tears, and she collapsed beside the door with her hair disheveled.
In the past half a month, Li Changsheng has never stopped telling her about his marriage. The dark future is so dark that he is thinking about Jiang Hao. What should he do?
On the other side, the tea picking team in Xiaobei Village has resumed daily operations. Although Lao Qiu's payment for goods has been paid this month, Xiao Yao's absconded with the payment has not been able to afford Zhang Wu's capital turnover. He is worried about how to pay it.
Salary next month.
Jiang Hao was carrying a wooden saw and preparing to go to the Chen family's forest farm to start construction. As soon as he looked up, he saw more than a dozen strangers rushing into the entrance of the village.
The momentum is fierce, the person who comes is not good.
Looking closely, some of the people in the group were wearing big vests and flip-flops, and the thick gold chains on their necks were very vulgar. Some had tattoos that could not distinguish between real and fake on their hands, which looked particularly frightening.
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Jiang Hao vaguely saw some faces in the crowd, and seemed to have seen them. A dozen people were so powerful that they suddenly opened a path from the middle, and Luo Changping walked out of the middle with a chimney hanging on his swagger.
Why did this gangster come to Xiaobei Village?
After putting away his doubts, Jiang Hao immediately became alert, carried the wooden saw and walked back, and made a gesture to Xiaoli not far away. Xiaoli looked at the situation and immediately called someone.
When Xiaoli called Snai Ming, Chui Shuihui, and the young and middle-aged people in the village, Luo Changping and his group had already surrounded Jiang Hao.
Zhang Wu looked at a group of young and dandy people entering the village in a swagger, as if he was coming to settle the score with someone, and he limped out with a crutch.
In my impression, this group of people had no business dealings with the tea-picking team, which was so strange.
Zhang Wu was confused. For safety reasons, he could only call others to call more people.
Luo Changping smiled contemptuously at Jiang Hao, and his eyes looked up and down with slightest expression.
Jiang Hao was on guard left and right, and saw that the situation was wrong, he hid the wooden saw behind him.
Luo Changping still looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, and everyone was hiding a iron or wooden stick in his hand.
The atmosphere is like a tight string, and it will fall apart if you pull it a little.
Chapter completed!