When the third son of the Zhang family on the side heard his father's question, a trace of disdain immediately flashed across his face, and he rolled his eyes without saying anything more.
Meng San, who was kneeling on the ground, quickly replied:
"Mr. Zhang, Zhou Fu is really good at kung fu, and he is very good..."
"I just blinked, and the brother I brought over was knocked down by him."
When the third child heard that this boy had been building up his prestige, he was so angry that he couldn't hold it back. He stepped forward and kicked him over, cursing:
"You loser!"
"If you can't beat me, you can't beat me. How can you say you know kung fu? Haha."
"I think you scared him."
"Zhou Fu, don't I know him?
He was just like you at the beginning, just a little gangster who didn't want to be seen by anyone. Now he can be a master of martial arts?
Do you think he is Zhang Wuji and can get martial arts secrets by falling off a cliff?"
Meng San looked aggrieved, looked at Lao San, then at Lao San's father, and replied honestly:
"Mr. Zhang, everything I said is true."
"I will never lie to you if I lie to anyone..."
"Zhou Fu is really good at kung fu..."
After saying that, he looked at the third son of the Zhang family and tentatively said:
"If Third Brother doesn't believe it, go and see for yourself... I'm not lying..."
When the third child heard that this kid dared to talk back, he got even more angry. With a "bang" sound, he kicked him again, causing him to fall over.
Mr. Zhang sighed and said to his third son:
"Lao San, can you stop hitting people at every turn?"
"Meng San also suffered a loss."
"Everyone has heard about what happened to Zhou Fu after he followed Li Long Tu, so why do you need to embarrass him?"
The third child snorted coldly, dissatisfied with his father, and looked down upon Meng San, so he stepped aside to smoke.
At this time, the second son of the Zhang family, a somewhat handsome man who was less than thirty years old, had been silent before, but now he stood up and said with a frown:
"Dad, I think Meng San is right."
"Compared with Li Longtu and Zhoujiacun, what we lack now is manpower and funds."
"So, if we want to pull out the tiger's teeth, we have to find another way."
When the third child heard this, he snorted coldly:
“Second brother, who don’t know this?
Just talk nonsense."
"After studying abroad for several years, I think I speak like an ancient scholar."
"You said you have a way, then why don't you go and deal with Li Longtu?"
Facing his younger brother's ridicule, the second eldest son of the Zhang family had a calm expression on his face, smiled and said without caring:
"Brother, don't think too much, the second brother actually doesn't have any good ideas."
The third child curled his lips and said nothing more.
He looks down on his second brother and also his eldest brother.
In his eyes, each of these two people is more useless than the other. The only one who can revitalize the Zhang family is himself.
The eldest son of the Zhang family remained silent and was already chewing on the third pig's trotter.
Zhang Lao's dim eyes glanced around the people in the yard. He didn't arrange anything, and just said lightly:
"Okay, it's all gone."
"Meng San, you should go back too."
Meng San was stunned and overjoyed. He didn't expect that he was so lucky to have escaped any harm. He quickly kowtowed to Mr. Zhang:
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, thank you, Mr. Zhang..."
Mr. Zhang just waved his hand and didn't want to talk to him anymore, with a look of fatigue on his face.
The third child was not satisfied yet, so he stood up, waved his hand, and said aggressively:
"father!"
"Is this the end of the matter?"
"People in the village are being bullied, and you just sit back and do nothing?"
"How will the villagers view you in the future?
What do you think of my Zhang family?"
"If you don't care, I will do it myself!"
With that said, Lao San walked out of the courtyard, passed by Meng San, and did not forget to raise his hand to take him away with him.
The latter struggled with all his teeth and claws, asking for help from everyone, but to no avail.
Under everyone's gaze, the "ambitious" Lao San left with Meng San.
The eldest son of the Zhang family took his wife with him, greeted his father and left.
Only the second child stood there and waited until everyone else left before looking up at his father.
Mr. Zhang smiled calmly, stood up from the rocking chair, and walked towards the house. He never looked back, but he said:
"Let's talk inside, brother."
The second brother quickly followed up.
The father and son came to the house and sat down on a fire pit.
Mr. Zhang looked at an old almanac and was in a daze. After a long time, he sighed and said:
"Well, our old Zhang family, when it comes to your generation, we really can't see any progress."
"Your eldest brother doesn't want to think too much about things. Your third brother is self-righteous and always thinks he can achieve something great. Little does he know that he is just a frog at the bottom of a well, looking at the sky from the well."
"Second brother, it has to be you."
"Sometimes, even I, the old man, can't tell what you are thinking."
The second child didn't laugh, but simply explained:
"Dad, don't think too much, I'm just more introverted."
Seeing that his son was unwilling to tell the truth, Mr. Zhang did not waste any more time on this topic and asked directly:
"I don't want to talk about it outside. Now it's just you and me. Let's talk about it. How to solve this matter about Li Longtu?"
There was a smile on the second child's face:
"Simple."
"Actually, dad, you have something in mind, right?"
As he said that, the second child looked through the window and saw the old people walking on the dirt road in the village, each with their dogs hugging their bodies. Although they obviously had no strength, they still insisted on doing some farm work.
Mr. Zhang nodded with a kind smile on his face.
The second son still understands him.
…
In the afternoon, construction work continued at the construction site near Zhoujiacun.
Huge machinery was running without warning, towering tower cranes were dispatching materials everywhere, and workers were busy going back and forth.
Li Longtu was still sitting on the hillside, overlooking most of Zhoujia Village.
The incident in Yujiagou had already put him on guard.
So before the other party could make another move, Li Longtu had already sent some of his manpower to the construction site and various traffic arteries.
I just never thought that even so, bad news would still come back.
The phone vibrated.
Li Longtu took a look and saw that it was the person in charge of the construction site calling.
"What happened?"
"Mr. Li, there is a little problem here."
"Anyone killed?"
"That's not true."
"Then you say."
"Just a group of old ladies and old men came over. They didn't say anything. They just went to the door of the construction site and where there was construction. If they didn't, they would kneel down and cry loudly. They said they died miserably and that their second son and grandson were buried.
Here, we are breaking ground to make it difficult for them to live in peace."
"besides……"
"what else?"
Li Longtu curled his lips, feeling bored.
"Also, they said that you had been stabbed a thousand times and that you were dying without saving your life. They are about to be buried in the grave, and they did not improve the conditions in Yujiagou."
Li Longtu shrugged:
"It's boring. Moral kidnapping doesn't work for me."
"Mr. Li, they will definitely not work for you, but we still have to start construction..."