Douluo: You call this a toy

Yang Fan sat upstairs for a long time before going down to the first floor.

Liu Xueru and his party went to the company, but Xiaolian didn't go. She was frightened and needed to rest. Yang Fan thought so and didn't notice anything unusual about her.

Who is Guituo's master?What to do?Will he come to seek revenge on him?Chen Long, have the killers in white left Nanzhou?

You must seize the time to improve your strength, stand in the living room, practice "Xingyiquan" while comprehending it with your heart, and then start studying "Baguazhang".

While he was lying on the sofa to rest, his cell phone rang. It was Bai Lan's call.

As soon as the call was connected, an urgent voice sounded, "My new housekeeper was fine when she went out to buy groceries in the morning, but suddenly asked to resign in the afternoon. My grandfather noticed something was wrong, so he asked her why."

"It turned out that at the vegetable market, someone dragged her to the car and asked her if you went to my house that night. As a result... I blamed her for ignoring it."

"I didn't expect Chu Manying to be so smart. You have to be careful about her revenge."

Yang Fan fell into silence, thought for a while, and said calmly: "So what if it proves that I have never been to your house? You can't help me, so don't worry."

"Don't underestimate the enemy."

"You should also pay attention to your safety. It is best to bring a bodyguard with you when traveling."

After Chu Guoxue's funeral is over, if Chu Manying still doesn't know how to stop, then take some free time and visit her in her boudoir, especially her accomplice, the fire demon, who must teach her a lesson.

The next morning, at around six o'clock, Yang Fan set off with Xiaolian. Before leaving, Xiaolian's eyes were full of reluctance. She still didn't take her eyes back until they drove out of the community.

Yang Fan glanced at her and asked, "Can't you bear to leave them? It's not like lovers are separated, is it?"

Xiaolian then turned around and said, "I will miss them."

"Haha, sentimental, you were not like this before."

Xiaolian's eyes were dull and she asked weakly: "Are you in danger?"

Yang Fan shook his head, "It's never been safe, so why talk about danger?"

"How about you stay in your hometown and don't come to Nanzhou."

"I don't feel at ease when I'm not around you. It seems calm, but in fact there is an undercurrent."

The two left Nanzhou while chatting.

In Xiaowan Village, today is the day of Sun Daben's funeral. The men in the village came to Guihua's house early to help, especially Sun Erzhu, who was very busy.

Because Xiaowan Village is located in a remote area and is relatively backward, people in the village are buried in burials after death. However, a few years ago, the government issued a document requiring cremation. This was only carried out for a period of time. The villagers were relatively resistant, and later they Couldn't carry it out.

There is a mourning hall and some wreaths in the courtyard of Guihua Sister-in-law's house. Outside the courtyard, there is a table where Yang Laizi registers the villagers who are attending the ceremony. In another place, the suona team plays sad songs hard, surrounded by people. There were many women and children.

In the main room, Sun Daben's elderly parents were crying so hard that Qi Yingmei and others comforted them.

Next door, Sun Futian was sitting in the courtyard. Hearing the noise, he couldn't help but curse: "You bitch, what are you bragging about? It makes me panic."

"For stealing my position as village chief, Big Fool deserves to die! In other words, this is called retribution!"

His mother-in-law came out of the house and said displeasedly: "Everyone is already like this, can you have some moral integrity and curse so that the people in the village can hear it, and you want to poke the backbone of our family?"

Sun Futian glared, "You're a woman, you know nothing, and you stole my position as village chief. I won't let her have an easy time, not even if the man dies!"

"I have never seen such a ruthless old man like you. Let Shancheng go with the ceremony."

Sun Shancheng held the mobile phone and put on his ears. When he heard his mother's words, he walked out of the room, stretched out his big hand, and handed it to Sun Futian.

"Dad, give me money."

Sun Futian slapped his son's hand away and said, "I don't have any money, so ask your mother for it."

When his mother-in-law heard this, she pointed at Sun Futian and said, "You are in charge of all the money in the family. When have I ever touched money?"

Sun Futian was very unhappy and took out ten yuan and threw it on his son, "You can go on your own."

Sun Shancheng didn't even look at it. He curled his lips and said, "Ten yuan is enough for what? Who wouldn't just take a hundred nowadays?"

"If I let you go, I already think highly of her and don't bring her down."

Under his son's disdainful gaze, Sun Futian picked up the money and put it into his pocket.

"His dad deserves at least fifty. If you take ten yuan, the villagers won't kill you."

"No one from our family is allowed to go. I just want Guihua to know that I am very dissatisfied with her."

"As your son, I feel so ashamed! I blame you for not being able to find a wife. When you get old, I won't care about you."

Sun Shancheng took out a crumpled hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and walked out.

"What are you doing? Come back!"

Sun Futian jumped up from his stool, trying to get the money back.

"Of course I'll go with the ceremony."

"That's my hard-earned money."

Sun Futian growled low and said to his mother-in-law: "Don't cook for lunch, let's both go and eat."

As for the custom in Xiaowan Village, the funeral is held first and then the meal. The men carry the coffin towards the west, with the suona playing in front and many people following behind. The sad crying makes people feel depressed. Some people I couldn't help but shed tears.

But just before the burial, two cars and several people from the village came and interfered and refused to let him be carried out.

Sister-in-law Guihua met Director Zhao, one of the leaders in charge of funerals. Because she had just taken office not long ago, she had never dealt with anyone and was not familiar with them, so she could only come forward and say good things.

"Director Zhao, why don't you let my husband be buried?"

The man obviously didn't know Mrs. Guihua, "We issued a document five years ago not allowing burial. Don't you know?"

Sister-in-law Guihua said again: "Didn't we not implement it? In the past few years, who has not been buried in the ground? I have never seen you ask about it."

"Previous burials were all done secretly. I didn't know about it, and I didn't receive any reports. But now that I know about it, I will never allow it."

Now Sister-in-Law Guihua finally understood. It turned out that someone had reported it. To say the least, it didn't matter. In the past few years, people in several nearby villages had been buried in the ground, and the government had not taken care of it. When it was her family's turn, they tried to obstruct her in every possible way. This village chief is quite frustrated.

"Damn it, who the hell did you report this to?"

Sun Erzhu cursed, came to Mrs. Guihua, and looked at Director Zhao, "You have never asked before? Why did you suddenly take care of this matter? Does the township chief know?"

"who are you?"

Director Zhao looked Sun Erzhu up and down.

"It doesn't matter who I am, I want to know if you want money?"

Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes, not to mention that these people are obviously unreasonable and making trouble. They have been ignored for several years and suddenly they are taken care of. They are obviously asking for money.

After Sun Erzhu finished speaking, the highly respected Iron Hammer also said: "Aren't we all buried in the ground now? Not giving in even if we say no? Bullying the farmers?"

"If things like this are mixed up, is there any humanity left?"

"Don't listen to him, big guy. Who dares to stop him and hit him with a hammer."

"I think who dares?"

Director Zhao shouted loudly, and the people who came immediately stood in a row.

The two sides were at war with each other, and a conflict was about to break out. Suddenly, a fist-sized piece of dirt flew out from behind the crowd and hit Director Zhao right on top.