After hearing such filthy and obscene teasing words, the little woman stood behind the counter and her patience with the green-skinned gangster reached its limit. She grabbed the abacus on the counter and smashed it into the gangster's face.
"Hey, you little girl, why do you still hit people?"
The green-skinned gangster who was deliberately provocative had long been mentally prepared for the blow. He stepped back quite lightly and avoided the calculated blow. Then, with a look of laughter on his face,
"Look at the surrounding neighbors. The landlady of Yufang is cheating people and then beating them!"
Qingpi yelled, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the young and beautiful woman behind the counter, her face turned red with anger, and she looked even more lovely.
"Hu Er, we are all neighbors. No one knows your details. Don't go too far!"
Finally, someone in the crowd of onlookers couldn't stand it any longer, and shouted to the green-skinned man from a distance,
"What's wrong with me is that her price is obviously too high!"
The green-skinned gangster didn't take it seriously and even became more arrogant.
"Hey! That rogue, look here!"
At this time, a very provocative, but somewhat childish voice sounded behind him. While Qingpi was angry, he subconsciously turned his head, and immediately saw a picture that had been rubbed over the years by countless people and looked shiny.
The slippery bench surface quickly enlarged before my eyes.
Snapped!
Accompanied by a crisp sound of skin and flesh clashing, the old wooden stool made of solid materials was firmly attached to Qingpi's turned face. Amidst the screams of everyone, Qingpi fell on his back, and blood flowed from his bruised nose.
It flowed down and scattered all over the ground.
The sudden turn of events really shocked the passers-by who were watching and joining in the fun. Although the scene just now made many people feel indignant, no one stepped forward due to various scruples. After all, they were orphans and widowers, and this green-skinned man was really a scoundrel, and he got into trouble.
Want to get rid of some troubles.
This sudden change made the onlookers satisfied but also a little curious, wondering who would come forward at this time, but when they followed their eyes and looked over, they were stunned.
He is actually just a child who looks young. Although this child looks plump, strong and well-raised, he is still just a child.
Originally he was just watching the excitement, but as he watched, his heart was aroused, so he followed his heart and took action. Feng Bingwen stepped forward and walked out of the crowd. When he was lying on the ground, he was already knocked unconscious by the bench.
, stepped in front of the green-skinned gangster who couldn't get up for a long time, stretched out his foot and kicked him.
"You're not dead, are you? If you're not dead, get up quickly. You're so virtuous that you're lying in front of someone else's house, delaying their business."
Such a young child showed such a carefree attitude, which really shocked many onlookers. Some people who didn't believe that the child just threw the bench were also frightened.
"Whose child is this? He is carrying a small book bag and looks quite elegant. Why is he so..."
Before the person who spoke could finish speaking, he saw the child who had already walked into the field and turned to look at him. The rest of the words were immediately stuck in his throat and he could not speak.
"I am Feng Bingwen, a student at the county school, and my grandfather is Feng Lingjun."
Feng Bingwen introduced himself to the crowd of people watching openly.
"I just passed by and heard this gangster playing rogue here. I couldn't hold it back for a while. His behavior was a bit reckless. If I scared any uncles and aunts, please forgive me."
As soon as Feng Bingwen finished speaking, there was a burst of exclamation.
"It turns out he is the grandson of Mr. Xue Feng from the county. I wonder why he is so majestic."
"Mr. Feng really has a great grandson!"
"Hey, this child has a chivalrous heart at such a young age. Mr. Feng taught him so well!"
The corners of Feng Bingwen's mouth couldn't help but twitch when he heard the compliments. He felt as if there was a mirror in his heart as to how much hypocrisy and hypocrisy there were in these words.
Although the old man was just a scholar, he had already opened a private school to teach in the county before the county school was established. After the county school was established, he was invited to teach in the county school. After so many years of accumulation of popularity, he will be able to teach in the county school for a long time.
It cannot be described as anything other than a scholar.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, what are you doing here?"
And just as everyone was marveling, several stern shouts were heard. The crowd that had formed a half circle was separated, and several police officers rushed in. After seeing the situation at the scene, they were stunned for a moment.
"How is this going?"
An old detective looked at the green-skinned gangster lying on the ground and groaned. He raised his eyebrows and was not surprised. He turned around and asked the onlookers.
"Xing Baotou, this is Mr. Feng's grandson..."
The people in the public gate asked the people who had just watched, and they immediately talked about what had just happened. In their words, they did not hesitate to praise Feng Bingwen, and even asked for help. No matter how you put it, it was
Beating people in the street.
"Okay, I understand the matter!"
After hearing about it, Capt. Xing raised his hand and everyone immediately fell silent. He looked quite amiable, but the intimidating force of the arresting uniform he wore was too strong.
"Did you defeat this guy?"
Xing Baotou walked up to Feng Bingwen, looked at the child with a nonchalant expression, lowered his head and asked.
"Um."
Feng Bingwen nodded in agreement, his face seemed unconcerned, but he was also somewhat cautious in his heart.
He did not forget that when he came into contact with the Jinhua City God that day, the City God told him that his information would be reported to the government, and relevant records about him would be left in the government.
Xing Baotou took two steps, grabbed the bloody old wooden stool, weighed it twice, then looked at the distance between the crowd of onlookers and Qingpi where he lay, and smiled at Feng Bingwen,
"A lot of strength!"
“Good food at home!”
Feng Bingwen responded with the same smile.
"How is Hu Er?"
Capt. Xing ignored it, but looked at the constable who came with him, the young man with the hair on his face who had not yet shed all his hair. He was checking the condition of Qingpi.
"There is nothing serious about the person, he will just lose his appearance for a while!"
"That's good."
Xing Baotou nodded, then looked at Feng Bingwen,
"Do I have to pay for his medicine?"
Feng Bingwen saw the catcher's gaze and asked subconsciously. When he took action, he was mentally prepared to lose money. This was one of the reasons why he did not make a fatal move, otherwise with his current strength, he would
With just a little effort, this young man can be sent home on the spot.
"Why do you need money to compensate? This Hu Er wants to be beaten. If it weren't for my official skin, I would also want to give him a hundred or so sticks with a water and fire stick."