Wang Laizi continued to walk to the door of Cheng Laoer's house.
The wooden door of Cheng Lao'er's house was opened, and he was squatting on the ground playing with river shrimps and crabs, thinking about it and planning to take them to Shiqiao to sell them.
Siluke.
When Wang Laizi saw Cheng Laoer from outside the door, he smiled and said, "Cheng Laoer, where are you going to make a fortune?"
Cheng Laoer looked at Wang Laizi holding the wine jar and was a little surprised: "Why did Da Lang drink so much?"
"You're not angry because of Liu Mang's stupidity." Wang Laizi deliberately shouted loudly.
"Ouch!" Cheng Laoer was so frightened by Wang Laizi's words that he accidentally caught his finger with a crab claw, causing him to scream in pain.
"Hahahahaha!"
Wang Laizi laughed loudly. He felt that he had found happiness that he had never experienced before!
The last time was when he was a child, his father made him a bamboo dragonfly.
He ran and ran and ran after the bamboo dragonfly, not to mention how happy he was.
A few days later, he fell while climbing a tree to dig out a honeycomb. He accidentally injured his left leg and the roots of his descendants. There was blood on his pants. Even the most powerful doctor Shi Zhong in the village kept shaking his head.
The young Wang Dalang didn't know what this meant. He felt that he was alive and kicking again within a few days, although he walked with a slight limp.
Only occasionally he would see his mother secretly wiping her tears while his father kept sighing.
It wasn't until he grew up that he knew what happened that day.
He hates so much, he hates the injustice of heaven, he hates Dr. Shi, a quack, and he hates why he is still alive in this world!
Later, Sun Xiucai's beautiful daughter got married, in order to prevent her from discovering his secret, and in order not to be discriminated against by his mother-in-law.
He beat her again and again, lectured her again and again, and abused her again and again, making her feel afraid of herself!
Since it's impossible to be loved, let her hate herself!
There were several times that he wanted to beat her to death, but he didn't know how she survived, but she didn't die.
With his thoughts on his mind, Wang Laizi visited many houses in the village.
Every household was in a state of panic because of him. Everyone saw him like a god of plague and ran away from him.
Wang Laizi giggled and drank from the wine jar, not caring that the wine spilled all over his body.
He cursed as he walked and greeted all eighteen generations of Liu Mang's ancestors.
Then we came to the junction of Liujia Village and other villages, next to the wine shop opened by Old Man Geng. There was also a large tent set up next to the wine shop, where many people from villages from ten miles away drank and chatted.
Old man Geng saw Wang Laizi holding the wine jar. He was not as indifferent as usual, but asked: "Have you finished the Dalang wine?"
Wang Zizi has been frequenting his business recently, and he pays great attention to his customer, Old Man Geng.
There happened to be a few big men from the Golden Tiger Gang wearing tiger-headed jackets here at Old Man Geng's place, and they also came here to buy wine.
Naturally, they also saw Wang Laizi.
One whispered: "This, why does it seem to be that..."
The other one also whispered: "Shh, the gang leader didn't do anything to him, we just pretend we didn't see him."
The third one was the youngest, only eighteen or nineteen years old, but the tallest. He had six moles on his forehead and a cold face. He picked up a wine bowl and said coldly: "If Lin Zhangqi hadn't given the order,
I would have killed this guy long ago!"
Wang Laizi ignored Old Man Geng and turned to look at the three members of the Golden Tiger Gang.
The pale yellow tiger-head tops they were wearing were extremely conspicuous in his eyes at this moment, and it deeply hurt his heart!
In the eyes of the drunken Wang Laizi, these three people seemed to have transformed into Liu Mang's ugly face at this moment, looking at him with disdain and contempt.
"What's the matter, I just want to cuckold you!"
"I am the leader of the Golden Tiger Gang, but you are a dead cripple!"
"Your wife's feeling, tsk tsk, you have never experienced it in your life!"
Wang Laizi felt a surge of hot blood rushing to the top of his head, making his eyes red.
"Liu Mang, I am your ancestor for the eighteenth generation!"
"Liu Mang, you damn adulterer, sooner or later you will be pierced by thousands of arrows and torn into pieces by five horses!"
"Liu Mang, I'm going to hack you to death!"
Wang Laizi was venting wildly there, and only heard a few "bang bang bang" sounds. Many people drinking under the large tent set up in the wine shop couldn't help but drop the bowls in their hands to the ground.
Everyone looked at Wang Laizi with their mouths open.
Old man Geng looked at the big man from the Golden Tiger Gang on one side, and was so frightened that he cursed: "You damn cripple, get out of here!"
Wang Laizi was not afraid of anyone when he was drunk, and continued to scold: "Liu Mang gave you money or something, I can't scold him anymore?"
"I'm going to scold him, I'm going to scold him..."
Before Wang Laizi could finish scolding him, the boy with six moles had already changed his expression and rushed towards him violently!
Snapped!
The slap was loud and clear, and the lame king of the land spun around twice, and one of his big front teeth flew out mixed with blood.
boom!
The wine jar he was holding also fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, with wine splashing everywhere.
"I'll beat you to death, you damn cripple!"
The big man with six moles punched Wang Laizi in the stomach again, almost causing him to vomit out bile.
The third punch hit Wang Laizi's face again. Wang Laizi fell to the ground with a bang, his eyes looking at the sky blankly. How come the sky is dyed red?
The big man with six moles wanted to continue beating him, but was firmly held back by the other two members of the Golden Tiger Gang.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting! If I fight again, I will be beaten to death!"
"This guy can't be killed. No one knows what the gang leader is thinking. Don't cause a big disaster!"
The big man with six moles was forcefully dragged away, and before leaving, he spit on Cripple Wang's face.
"Bah! You're a damn cripple, you're just wasting food while you're still alive!"
Wang Laizi lay on the ground like a dead dog, staring blankly at the sky. It took him a long time to get up in embarrassment.
"I want to buy two more jars of wine!" Wang Laizi just wanted to drink.
Old man Geng said angrily: "No! You will never buy a drop of wine from me in the future!"
Wang Laizi curled his lips disdainfully: "It's not like other villages don't sell them!"
He wiped the blood from his face and mouth, and went to other villages to buy wine.
When I got home, it was already dark and it was raining heavily.
Wang Laizi picked up a wine jar and poured it into his mouth as hard as he could.
Sister-in-law Gu no longer wanted to sell him food, so he had to keep drinking to quench his hunger.
He thought about being beaten up by a big man from the Golden Tiger Gang today, and his face was still hurting, so he couldn't help but continue to scold Liu Mang angrily.
While cursing and drinking, he saw the old turtle he bought earlier in the corner with his drunken eyes.
For a moment, Wang Laizi was so angry that he picked up the ax and used the blunt piece to hit the old turtle's shell hard!
Bang bang bang!
How could the slow-moving old turtle resist the ferocious Wang Laizi? He was actually beaten to death!
A lot of blood splashed onto Wang Laizi's face, making him look extremely ferocious at this moment.
Wang Laizi drank half the jar of wine, cried and laughed, then grabbed the ax again and stumbled out of the door.
He's going to kill that bitch!
However, the sky was dark and visibility was poor, and the ground was slippery due to rain.
When passing a latrine in the village, Wang Laizi, who was swaying very fast, lost his footing and fell headlong into a latrine!
Wang Laizi struggled and shouted twice, but he was drowned in the sound of the rain and the whistling wind, and soon lost his voice.