Not long after, Ling Ye followed Fang Yuke back home.
Ling Ye originally wanted to find an opportunity to go to the village chief's house to seek justice for Fang Yuke and the people in the village, but before he even thought about going out, Fang Yuke's actions interrupted his thoughts.
After Fang Yuke returned home, he started to pull out the gift boxes, picked up three of them and said to Ling Ye:
"Ling Ye, come and help me carry these three. They are really heavy. I will go to my relatives' house this afternoon."
Hearing this, Ling Ye had no choice but to give up the idea of going to the village chief's house for the time being. He picked up the gift boxes and asked Fang Yuke:
"Going to your relative's house?"
Fang Yuke counted on his fingers and replied:
"Yes, I have to visit relatives and friends every year when I come back during the Chinese New Year. In the afternoon we are going to my uncle's house, my uncle's house, and...forget it, just come with me and don't ask."
After hearing this, Ling Ye had no choice but to temporarily give up her original plan and followed Fang Yuke out with the gift box in hand.
After a while, they came to a courtyard. In the courtyard, a middle-aged man wearing a turban was carrying a bucket to fetch water.
Fang Yuke shouted sweetly:
"Uncle~ I'm back!"
The middle-aged man wiped his sweat and looked at Fang Yuke in surprise:
"Hey! The little princess is back? She didn't even call me. Hey, who is this young man?"
Ling Ye smiled slightly and stretched out his hand:
"Hello, uncle, my name is Ling Ye, nice to meet you."
The middle-aged man looked at Ling Ye's outstretched hand at a loss, and kept wiping his clothes with both hands.
Fang Yuke noticed his uncle's embarrassment and came to the rescue:
"Okay, Ling Ye, don't be so particular back home. We don't shake hands here. Uncle, just feel free to do it. Ling Ye has never been to a place like this. I'm sorry."
Fang Yuke's uncle smiled honestly:
"You city people have more rules, but country people like us don't have so many rules. Stop being so impatient, young man, and sit down in the room."
"Uncle, you are too polite."
Fang Yuke's uncle couldn't close his mouth when he saw Ling Ye smiling so politely:
"Our little princess has the foresight to find such a handsome young man, who is also polite. Young man, what do you do? How much money can you make in a month?"
Ling Ye smiled while thinking about the script and replied:
"Uncle, I am a practitioner in the financial industry. I am very ashamed. My monthly income is only tens of thousands."
Fang Yuke's uncle looked at Ling Ye in surprise when he heard this:
"Tens of thousands! Young people are amazing! One month is more than my annual income!"
Ling Ye froze there, a year?
Ling Ye didn't have a clear feeling about money. He just felt that tens of thousands seemed like a lot, but he didn't expect that this was actually the other person's annual income.
Fang Yuke lowered his head and explained to Ling Ye:
"Ling Ye, you don't know that my uncle usually only grows peaches and some vegetables. After considering the cost, he may only earn tens of thousands of dollars a year."
After hearing this, Ling Ye understood. Fang Yuke's uncle let the two of them into the house and was about to prepare something, but Fang Yuke stopped him:
"Uncle, stop working so hard. Let's just sit down and leave. Well, Ling Ye, give me that yellow gift box."
Ling Ye nodded after hearing this, took out the yellow gift box and handed it to Fang Yuke.
Fang Yuke's uncle quickly waved his hand when he saw Fang Yuke taking out the gift box:
"Hey, my daughter, you come here when you come. Why do you bring something with you? No, no, you give it to others. Just give it to others when they come, and it's fine when you feel like it."
Fang Yuke smiled slightly and said:
"Uncle, you see I only go home once a year, so don't refuse. This is specially bought for you. If you don't want me, who can I go to? I know you like drinking. This is a famous wine. A bottle is good.
Thousands of dollars!”
Fang Yuke's uncle swallowed his saliva when he heard that it was a famous wine. It could be seen that Fang Yuke's uncle was very moved, but he was a little embarrassed to take it.
Fang Yuke then gave Ling Ye a hint, and Ling Ye then said:
"Uncle, we are going to another house soon, so I won't delay you. Coco, let's go."
Fang Yuke's uncle wanted to refuse, but Ling Ye forced him into his arms, and then left.
After leaving, Fang Yuke said to Ling Ye:
"How's it going? Isn't my uncle pretty?"
Ling Ye nodded and replied:
"It's not as outrageous as you said. I think even if you don't send anything, your uncle won't blame you?"
Fang Yuke shook his head and said nothing more.
No matter how much she said, Ling Ye wouldn't understand.
At this moment, a middle-aged man suddenly ran over in front of the two of them. Fang Yuke looked at the man in front of him in surprise:
"Uncle? Why are you here?"
Fang Yuke's uncle breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Fang Yuke, and then said hurriedly:
"Auntie, I found you, but how did you provoke that local bully? Now your parents have been dragged into the fields by him, and you don't know what happened now. Go and have a look!"
Fang Yuke's face suddenly turned white when he heard this. He didn't care what to say and followed his uncle to the fields.
Ling Ye also saw something was wrong and followed them closely.
When they arrived at the field, Fang Yuke's parents had already fallen to the ground, and the middle-aged man with a pockmarked face was sitting on the horse and drinking tea comfortably.
Next to them stood several strong men in black cloaks and masks.
When he saw Fang Yuke, the middle-aged man with a pockmarked face showed a hint of surprise in his eyes:
"Keke, are you here? Let me tell you, uncle and aunt were just blown by the cold wind and bumped into each other accidentally. I have been guarding here for a long time. Fortunately, you are here. Let's help uncle and aunt there quickly.
Can I go to my home for treatment?"
After talking to Fang Yuke, the pockmarked middle-aged man saw Ling Ye, then winked at a few people around him, and then went up to welcome Fang Yuke with a smile.
At this moment, Fang Yuke's father struggled to stand up, his face full of tears, and he knelt down in front of the pockmarked middle-aged man and kowtowed:
"Master Fang! Just let Coco go! I beg you! I will farm the land well for your family next year, even if I give you my life, I beg you! I beg you!"
Fang Yuke also shed tears when he saw this:
"Dad! What are you doing? Get up, get up! Fang Hao! Don't you just want to sleep with me? I promise you! Let go of my parents!"
The middle-aged man with a pockmarked face once again had a smile on his face:
"Hey! What kind of language are you talking about? Am I this kind of person? Keke, look at what you said, hurry up, come home with me, and I'll treat my uncle and aunt quickly!"
Ling Ye saw the scene in front of him and couldn't bear it anymore.
That's too much!
Ling Ye's eyes were filled with overwhelming murderous intent.
The originally cold winter was filled with a chilling air under Ling Ye's murderous intent.
The middle-aged man with a pockmarked face instantly collapsed on the ground, pointing at Ling Ye and being unable to say anything for a long time.
Those people in black cloaks stood there strangely, as if they had no reaction to Ling Ye's murderous intention.
When the middle-aged man with a pockmarked face fell limp and saw these strong men in black cloaks on the ground, he seemed to have thought of something and shouted loudly:
"Quick! Go ahead! Kill him! Kill him!"
The strong man in black cloak immediately started to move after hearing the words of the pockmarked middle-aged man.
Like a strong wind, it rushed towards Ling Ye.
Ling Ye used Qingming's power and used his legs to avoid the first wave of companies, and then narrowed his eyes.
War partner?
It seems that this village is not that simple.
The so-called war dolls are made from evil ways and are made from living people and various materials.
Each of the combat partners in front of me has combat prowess that is comparable to those in the later stages of Qi training.
Late stage of Qi training?
What does it mean to be in the late stage of foundation building?
Ling Ye summoned Qixing Longyuan, and the sword light moved in succession.
In a matter of seconds, all the fighting partners were chopped into pieces.
Fang Yuke was also stunned at this time, standing there looking at Ling Ye as if he didn't know what to say.
The middle-aged man with a pockmarked face looked at Ling Ye and said in horror:
"You...you...don't come here! I'm telling you, our family has a lot of these things. Our family worships a great immortal...you...how dare you!"
Seeing the pock-marked middle-aged man's sullen expression, Ling Ye did not reply and continued to walk towards the pock-marked middle-aged man step by step.
Every time Ling Ye took a step forward, the pockmarked middle-aged man crawled back.
Ling Ye was not in a hurry to take action.
The appearance of the war partner sounded an alarm in Ling Ye's heart.
