In the village named Yujiagou, there is an extremely spacious courtyard.
A rough estimate is that the yard occupies at least half the size of a green playground, which shows that the owner's family is in a good financial situation.
In the center of the yard, there is a large tiled house covered with white tiles and a blue roof.
A stooped old man with white hair and a white beard was sitting on a rocking chair in front of the door, holding a folding fan in his hand and shaking it gently.
There were people coming and going in the yard, it was very lively, it seemed like everyone was busy with something, and they were talking in low voices from time to time, and occasionally glanced at the old man.
After a long time, the old man sat up from the rocking chair impatiently, closed the folding fan in his hand with a "snap", and said to everyone:
"Don't even mumble."
"Isn't it just a Tuesday blessing?"
"Although he wasn't very good before, he later followed Li Longtu and probably learned a lot of skills. Then Meng San is a waste in our village. It's normal that he can't beat him."
The old man who spoke was none other than Mr. Zhang, an elder in Yujiagou who was the most virtuous and respected. When he was young, he led many villagers to do business in Lianzhou City and made a lot of money. After returning to the village to build houses and farm, it is an old saying.
The existence of ordinary people.
But as time went by, he got older little by little, and other young people were not as courageous and capable as he was when he was young. Yujiagou fell into the same condition as Zhoujiacun.
However, with Li Longtu in Zhoujia Village, it can become rich.
Yujiagou was not so lucky.
Originally, Mr. Zhang didn't want to get involved in messy things anymore, but he couldn't stand the begging of his unfulfilled sons and took another look at his little grandson running around. After all, Mr. Zhang became cruel and tried his best to solve the problem.
He did everything he could to get benefits from Zhoujia Village and Li Longtu.
Back then, when he was a small villager, he had to use a lot of dirty tricks to get a place in the city. Therefore, he returned to his hometown instead of settling in the city. The main reason was that he was worried about being approached by his former enemies.
Now, he stands up again and uses the same methods as before to seek benefits.
Meng San is just a pawn and a tool in his scheme.
He had long expected that Meng San would be punished.
However, the youngest son on the side could not remain calm and stood up and said:
"father!"
"After all, Meng San is also from our Yujiagou. He was beaten, and we just watched when he was stumped?
If word of this spreads, how can we still mess around in the future?
What do other villages think of us?”
"Besides, even if we don't care about Meng San, there are still more than fifty people, many of whom are injured..."
Mr. Zhang glanced at him, flapped his palms with the folding fan, and said slowly:
"Third brother, why do you still look so careless?"
"At my age, I already know that in a harmonious society, beating and killing people will no longer work."
"Listen carefully to what you say. Are you afraid that other villages will look down on you?"
"We are all ordinary people, farmers. Can we think about how to live a good life? Who do you think you are, that you will look down on you?"
The third child bowed his head and stepped aside without speaking, but he was not convinced either.
He thinks that his father is old, in his sixties, has lost the ambition he once had, and would rather stay in the village all his life.
But his third child can't.
He is ambitious!
His goal is not just one village, he wants to take several villages into his own hands. He wants to manage four or five nearby villages by himself, and then move to the city...
Well, it may be a little difficult in the city, but at least you can go to the town! No matter how hard you work, you can go to the county.
In short, the third child is an ambitious and ideal young man!
The second eldest child of the Zhang family stood aside with his sister-in-law, silently watching what happened.
He is very handsome, with a delicate face, a well-proportioned figure, a little muscular, but not explosive, so everyone in Yujiagou, from middle-aged and elderly people in their forties and fifties to teenagers, is very fond of him.
He doesn't talk much and thinks a lot. No one knows what he is thinking.
The sister-in-law beside him naturally kept her eyes on his side face all the time, particularly fascinated, but she couldn't be too direct. After all, her husband, the eldest son of the Zhang family, was right next to him.
I saw a fat man with a bloated body, 1.6 meters tall and weighing 200 kilograms. At this moment, he was chewing a pig's trotter in his hand. His mouth was full of oil. He looked at Mr. Zhang and said with a smile:
"Dad, I don't understand anything about your eldest son."
"I know how to eat, sleep, and farm."
"I don't want to get involved in these things, but...I'll hit whoever you ask me to hit. Just take off an arm of Tuesday Fu."
The third son of the Zhang family is self-righteous and ambitious, while the eldest son is a reckless man without any ambition.
Mr. Zhang looked at his three sons and sighed deeply.
Only the second son made him more satisfied, but the second son spoke too little and showed no emotion or anger. Even he, as a father, didn't know what the second son was thinking about all day long.
Moreover, the temperament of the second child does not look like that of a farmer, and is incompatible with Yujiagou.
Mr. Zhang once wondered whether his dead wife had cuckolded him when he was young.
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly saw several figures walking towards the door.
The courtyard door opened, and Meng San was kicked in by a dark man. The latter nodded respectfully:
"Mr. Zhang, I'm here with you. If nothing happens, I'll go back first. If anything happens, please let me know."
Mr. Zhang nodded slightly and shook the folding fan in his hand:
"Thank you for your hard work, Heizi."
"fine."
The big man named Heizi waited for people to leave.
Meng San knelt in the yard, looking at the Zhang family around him, his whole body trembling with fear and his spine running cold.
Facing Mr. Zhang who was sitting in the rocking chair with a peaceful and harmless look on his face, he did not dare to raise his head and look at him, nor did he dare to breathe.
When the third child saw this loser, he couldn't bear it any longer. He stepped forward quickly, raised his leg and kicked him, causing him to flip over.
"Rubbish!"
"You are trash, Meng San!"
"Fuck, I should have left you in the city to fend for yourself. If the old man hadn't been so soft-hearted, would you be alive today?"
Meng San quickly knelt down and kowtowed:
"It's all the third brother and Mr. Zhang who are kind!"
"Thank you for your great kindness... I... I will definitely not forget it..."
"Third brother, Mr. Zhang!"
"But it's really not my fault for what happened today..."
"Yes...it's that Tuesday blessing..."
The third son of the Zhang family wants to take action again.
But Mr. Zhang stopped him:
"Third brother, forget it."
The third child was so angry that he stepped aside with a puff of breath coming from his nostrils.
Mr. Zhang looked at Meng San, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, and asked calmly:
"Meng San, if the old man asks you, you have to tell me honestly."
"Mr. Zhang, I'm sure, I don't dare to lie to you..."