"Why do so many people come to our village? Why do you want to..."
"Who knows, maybe he came to see our Guiziling, but I don't even look like a good person."
"Which one?"
"That little crew cut with a sullen face, don't you know? Only reform-through-labor prisoners in prison shave their heads like this."
Two elderly women at the entrance of the village were whispering.
Master Ji handed me a cigarette and winked at me.
"Here, brother, get a pack of cigarettes."
"Go on brother."
"Brother over there."
I tore off the plastic paper and threw a few packs of cigarettes at people.
They were not polite, they opened them and smoked them loosely.
This guy with the hairstyle of a reform-through-labor prisoner said to me: "Brother, you're welcome, we're just here to help Brother Tian fight, and we'll leave as soon as we're done."
"Then you know who you want to do?" I asked.
Reform-through-labor prisoner Xiao Pingtou flicked his cigarette ashes and cursed: "It doesn't matter who he asks for, he will do whoever Brother Tian asks him to do."
"Where are you from? What do you do?" I chatted with him."
He said: "Me, I was released from Pengcheng Prison last year. As for what kind of job to do...can't you see? As long as the money is available, we can do any job."
I only remember that this guy was from Hebei, his nickname was Tiedan, he also worked outside, he traveled all over the world, and his brother came with him. His brother was very dark-skinned, and his name was Heidan.
As he spoke, there was a harsh sound of brakes.
A battered black Cherokee drove up.
Tian Sanjiu changed into sports clothes, put on a mask, got out of the car and slammed the door.
Tian Sanjiu stepped forward after tightening the mask on his face.
"Brother Tian, Brother Tian, Brother Tian."
Regardless of age, when Tian Sanjiu comes over, he will always call him Brother Tian.
When he walked up to us, he smiled and asked, "Boss Wang, how have you been these past two days? Have the people who said they wanted to kill me showed up?"
Mr. Tou sighed, and said: "One person showed up, and the others are missing for the time being. But... Mr. Tian, you still have to be careful, you are engaging in such a big battle."
"Oh, there are still more than a dozen people from Guangdong who haven't arrived yet. They want to attack me. I'm afraid that others will be impatient, so I won't wait."
"Iron egg."
"Hey, brother."
Tian Sanjiu patted his head and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for more than a year. Do you have the paper I handed out to you?"
"Yes, I've made a copy, so we all have one copy."
The little crew chief took out a piece of paper from his arms, and when he opened it, he saw that it was a portrait of the owner of the canteen. It must be said that the hairstyle, outline, and so on were very similar to each other.
Tian Sanjiu waved to the older group of people again, and soon a person ran out from the crowd.
When someone came up to him, Tian Sanjiu raised his head and said, "See, that's the village's telephone line. Use scissors to cut it for me."
After saying that, he took out several small black notebooks from his arms.
"You leaders, each of you, take a certificate and tell your brothers to be more restrained when you encounter ordinary thorns. Show them your certificate and don't do anything if you can."
Tian Sanjiu glanced at his phone and continued: "After searching this village in the morning, we will have people drive to buy food at noon, and we will gather at two o'clock in the afternoon to go to other villages."
After giving these instructions, dozens of people crossed the bridge and entered the village, and the crowd dispersed.
Some villagers were working and eating in front of their homes, but these people ignored them and rushed directly into their homes.
It was approaching 12 o'clock at noon, Tiedan ran quickly with sweat on his face and said: "Brother Tian, I have discovered something."
Someone pulled a bald middle-aged man over, and Tiedan said: "Your mother...don't you know her? Tell me!"
The bald middle-aged man saw the fierce look of this group of young people and said timidly: "The owner of the canteen is Lao Xiumei. I went to Xiajiang Village and saw her once the day before yesterday, but I didn't know what she was going to do."
