Siheyuan: A young man starts a game and ignores the law

The Yan brothers divided the property and buried their father late at night.

"You bastard! What a misunderstanding!"

"I will clean up the mess for the Yan family today! I will beat you to death, you unfilial descendant!"

While Yan Jiekuang was talking to himself, the third aunt had already picked up the broom that had fallen to the ground.

She stared at Yan Jiekuang, the prodigal, with viciousness on her face and cursed at him.

After saying that, before Yan Jiekuang could react, he hit him on the head with the broom in his hand.

"Ouch!"

"Mom! You really want to kill me! I think you are crazy!"

The unsuspecting Yan Jiekuang was beaten unconscious.

He immediately covered his head and wailed.

While running towards the gate of the courtyard, he pointed at the three aunts and complained angrily.

"I'm just crazy! Why didn't I strangle you to death back then!"

"I……"

The three aunts chased after him while cursing.

But after all, I am old, and coupled with the continuous blows in recent days, my body has reached its limit.

As soon as she ran out of the yard, she suddenly felt dizzy.

The words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat and he fell to the ground with a thump.

He rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Mom! What's wrong with you?!"

"Brother, come and have a look. Mom won't be mad to death, will she?"

Yan Jiekuang, who was running in front, heard the noise behind him and subconsciously looked back.

This sight made him so frightened that he lost his mind.

He didn't care about escaping at that moment, and ran to the third aunt in panic and called out loudly.

Seeing that there was no effect, he called Yan Jiecheng, who was hiding in the corner, to come and check.

"Well... you're still breathing, stop howling!"

"Who told you to be so mean! Let's carry our parents back home first, so that we won't let the neighbors laugh at us!"

Unlike Yan Jiekuang, Yan Jiecheng is a better student than his teacher and has perfectly inherited Yan Bugui's treachery and cunning.

He didn't say much all along, but instead instigated the stupid Yan Jiekuang to take the blame.

Even the idea of ​​selling off the family property was his.

Hearing Yan Jiekuang's anxious call at this time, he first observed the situation around him, and then slowly walked out of the darkness.

He used the same method he used on Yan Bugui just now. He tried to feel the breath of the third aunt and found that there was still a faint smell.

He finally let go of the worry in his heart, and then glanced at the people who came to watch the fun after hearing the noise, then turned around and gave instructions to Yan Jiekuang.

"That's good! I thought we were going to become orphans!"

"Let's go inside!"

When Yan Jiekuang heard what Yan Jiecheng said, he immediately smiled and said with a chuckle.

Just as the two brothers were carrying their parents home.

The onlookers also rushed over. Some of them didn't even wear coats, just to see the excitement in the third uncle's house.

Because it was late at night, everyone moved a little slower than during the day.

"Tsk tsk tsk! We're a step too late. This Third Master was a man with a miserable life. He died in such an unclear way?!"

"That's wrong. I heard everything in the room just now. The two brothers of the Yan family took the family's money and went out to squander it. The third uncle must have been pissed off to death by them!"

"Oh, this is called karma, retribution will come! It would be good for our hospital if a treacherous villain like him died!"

They just looked on indifferently, with absolutely no intention of helping.

Instead, his words were full of ridicule towards the Yan family.

"Hehehe! That old bastard Yan Bugui is finally dead! Now, no one in the hospital can control me!"

"I'll be waiting to eat their feast tomorrow!"

Xu Damao squeezed in the crowd, his eyes moving around constantly.

His face was full of excitement, and he stared at Yan Bugui's body on the ground and whispered to himself.

"Mom, can we eat meat tomorrow?!"

"I've been dreaming about eating pork ribs these days, and I'm drooling over it."

Bang Geng rubbed his shriveled belly, pulled Qin Huairu's arm, and asked expectantly.

"Ah... maybe! After all, he is the third uncle in the courtyard, so the food tomorrow shouldn't be too bad."

Qin Huairu sighed, looked at Yan Bugui who was carried into the house, and muttered to herself quietly.

Although she was also concerned about tomorrow's meals, she felt sad for some reason.

There have been too many bizarre incidents happening in the hospital recently, so many that they are frightening...

Yan family.

Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiecheng, who had just put their parents down on the kang, were both exhausted and out of breath.

After resting for a while, he hid in the kitchen and began to think about how to divide the remaining property.

"Brother, now that the old man is dead and mom is in a coma, there is no one to take care of us anymore!"

"How about this, let's divide the money in the house equally!"

"As for the old man's funeral, let's each contribute a little and make do with it!"

Yan Jiecheng counted the money in his pocket, raised his head and said to the young man Yan Jiekuang.

"Ah? There's only so much money left at home. If we each take half, there won't be much left!"

"I think, why don't we just find a place to bury Dad? Wouldn't it be better for us two brothers to save money and enjoy ourselves?"

After hearing Yan Jiekuang's proposal, he immediately frowned and said with dissatisfaction.

After all, he doesn't want to spend money on something that is useless to him.

"I rely on!"

"I thought I was stingy enough, but I didn't expect you to be the real master!"

"Okay! I'll do as you say!"

Yan Jiecheng stared at the seemingly dazed Yan Jiekuang with a face full of shock and couldn't help but swear.

It seems that I still underestimated my younger brother. Yan Jiekuang's ruthlessness is no less than his.

However, what Yan Jiekuang said was not without reason...

Yan Jiecheng glanced at Yan Bugui who had died a tragic death.

After thinking for a moment, he finally gritted his teeth and decided to do as Yan Jiekuang said.

Just like that, Yan Bugui, who had been calculating carefully all his life, was finally defeated by his two good sons.

I wonder what Yan Bugui would think if he could hear the conversation between the two brothers.

I guess he will die of anger again...

The cemetery on the back mountain.

Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiecheng were walking stealthily.

Looking closely, they saw that they were carrying Yan Bugui, who was wrapped tightly in a torn straw mat, on their shoulders.

"Brother, shall we bury Dad here?"

"It's the middle of the night, I'm really a little scared!"

At this time, Yan Jiekuang looked at the graves all around him and couldn't help but stop.

He was trembling all over and made a suggestion to Yan Jiecheng in panic.

"Well... okay, we've walked several miles, we should be about the right distance."

"Let's put the body down first, and then take turns digging the hole."

Yan Jiecheng was also sweating profusely from exhaustion at this time, and responded breathlessly.

After all, he was still two years old and his body had not yet fully developed. It was really hard for him to carry a dead body.

After saying that, the two of them took out the shovels they had prepared long ago and started digging hard at an empty space.

Under the miserable moonlight, the two's movements were indescribably strange...