Li Juezhou took a deep look at Shen Fang, his teeth almost shattered, and said, "Do you think I want to go to the hospital for a check-up?"
Shen Fang raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Then what do you want?"
"I want you to die."
"..."
**
After Grandpa Chen’s delay, the policemen in police uniforms finally arrived.
However, there were many people involved in the fight, and the police could not handcuff everyone back to the station, so they had to resort to mediating conflicts on the spot.
The request made by the program team is very simple, that is, let the villagers apologize to them.
The demands put forward by the villagers are also very simple, but they are a bit overwhelming.
They asked the guests to find a way to make Grandpa Chen's hand completely heal within two days.
As the representative sent by the program team to negotiate with the villagers, Director Sun immediately became anxious:
"Your demands are so unreasonable and fantastic. If you really want to do this, you might as well just chop off my hands."
"Then chop it up and give us an explanation."
After the villagers took over, Director Sun immediately became frightened. Under the psychological effect, he really felt the cold touch of the blade on his skin.
Shrinking his shoulders, he stood behind one of the policemen, and then he regained his confidence and said:
"No, what kind of golden hands are Grandpa Chen's hands? Could it be that other people's hands can't do anything?"
In the previous negotiation, Director Sun already knew that Grandpa Chen was not only a great shaman specializing in sacrifices, but also the most experienced carpenter in Jiangkou Village.
The reason why the villagers insisted on restoring Grandpa Chen's hand was probably because they wanted to build a sacrificial altar.
But with so many carpenters in Jiangkou Village, wouldn’t things be possible without Grandpa Chen?
"You're right. Without Grandpa Chen's hands, we wouldn't be able to build the sacrificial altar." The patriarch walked out with his waist hunched.
He sighed and said helplessly, "The villagers didn't mean to embarrass you, but the dragon pillars needed to build the sacrificial platform can only be carved by Grandpa Chen."
Director Sun spread his hands and said helplessly: "Then you can't use us as a punching bag for no reason, right?
To be honest, the guests in our program were only responsible for carrying the wood for building the tower. During the entire construction process, the guests did not even say a word.
Don’t you think it’s very unethical of you that your own shoddy project collapsed? Instead of going to the people who built the shoddy project, you come to trouble our guests.”
The patriarch put his hands on his waist and did not speak. He only shook his head from side to side and kept sighing.
This understatement seems to be an attempt to fool this matter.
But Sang Ning didn't give the patriarch a chance to fool him, and threw Chen Weimin out by his collar.
"You have found the person who built the shoddy project, so you don't need to thank him too much."
After the police arrived, Chen Weimin wanted to sneak into the crowd and leave.
But Sang Ning had sharp eyes, and he had just slipped a step before she carried him back.
The antagonism was started by Chen Weimin, so he should also end it.
The moment he was thrown out, Chen Weimin held his head and lowered his head like a quail.
He hesitated and explained to the patriarch: "Chief, you believe me. My skills were all taught by my father. Even if you don't believe me, you still have to believe my father, right?"
"Bah, don't ruin my reputation!" If his arms hadn't been fixed and hung around his neck, Grandpa Chen would have wanted to let go and kill his son.
Grandpa Chen looked eager to clear things up, and the clan leader finally understood that this matter was entirely caused by Chen Weimin's lack of academic skills.
This year is his last year as the patriarch, and he doesn't want to mess up the Heavenly Day in his hands.
In short, things have happened. If it can't be remedied, then you have to find someone to take the blame.
"Grandpa, since you were injured for the sake of the people, I can only leave the carving of the dragon pillar to him. If he can't finish it and the Zhantian Festival cannot be held as scheduled, I can only expel him from Jiangkou Village.
Got it!"
Every tone the patriarch spoke was very calm, but somehow there was a hint of judgment mixed in.
There are two extreme types of people in Jiangkou Village. One is those who only want to stay rooted in the village and do not want to see the outside world. The other is those who are disgusted with the backwardness of Jiangkou Village and want to seize every opportunity to go out.
Chen Weimin is the first type. He has become accustomed to living under the protection of Grandpa Chen and waiting to die. Even if he dies, he is unwilling to leave Jiangkou Village.
"Patriarch, please be merciful. You also know that except for my father, no one in the village can carve dragon pillars. Even if I am his biological son, I can't do it! Are you clearly forcing me to leave Jiangkou Village?
What!"
Chen Weimin couldn't care less, he stepped forward and pulled the patriarch's sleeves and begged, almost kneeling down before him.
When he heard that his son was going to be driven away, Grandpa Chen panicked. It was true that he hated iron, but after all, he was his only child. How could he just watch him be driven away?
"Clan leader, I, Lao Chen, think that Jiangkou Village has made a lot of contributions. My son made mistakes because I didn't discipline him well. But if you just drive him away, isn't it too disrespectful to me?"
Grandpa Chen got into a fight with the clan leader because he wanted to protect his son.
"Old Chen, haven't I given you enough face?" The clan leader snorted coldly, and his beard twitched in anger.
"When the tower was built, I didn't agree to intervene for the people. It was you who swore in front of me and said that besides being unable to carve dragon pillars, he could now carry the banner alone by doing other carpentry work. I had no choice but to acquiesce.
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As a result, what we have produced for the people is a mess. In order to shirk responsibility, we have also involved the people from the program team. Is this ridiculous?
I understand your eagerness to let him inherit your mantle, and I let you do it. Now if something goes wrong, someone has to take responsibility, right?
Either you carve out the dragon pillar or let your son go away, those are the two ways, you choose it yourself!"
The patriarch finished his words in one breath, fearing that Grandpa Chen would continue to pester him, so he walked away while Grandpa Chen was still in a daze, leaving everyone in embarrassment.
The policeman responsible for mediating the conflict was confused for a moment. Is this considered a good persuasion or not?
Grandpa Chen was so angry that his lips trembled, and his eyes became wet unconsciously.
"Okay, isn't it just a dragon pillar? I'll carve it for you!"
Grandpa Chen looked angry, lowered his head and bit the gauze strap in front of him, raised his left hand to untie the tie behind his neck, and then untied the gauze wrapped around his right hand one by one.
The surrounding villagers were trembling when they saw it, and they all shouted to stop it.
"Grandpa Chen!"
"Grandpa, don't be impulsive. Don't you want your hand?"
But Grandpa Chen didn't listen. He raised his head to hold back his tears. He gritted his teeth and decided to remove all the gauze on his right hand: "Stop talking nonsense, Amin, go get Dad the tools. Dad will start carving now."