The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

Things are different now. Last year, the two old people stayed at home for more than half a year, lifeless and silent all day and night, as if they were about to die at any time.

Unexpectedly, the two of them became workshop workers in the blink of an eye.

The total amount of monthly silver that can be received is at least two taels.

Two taels...

Thinking of this, Jiang Shuiyue felt unwilling and complained, "You said you are usually very smart, but how come you are not as smart as the two old people last year?

If you had responded to the call at that time, you might be working in the workshop and earning a monthly salary now.

Where can you find such a good job that pays at least one or two taels of silver a month?

Our family is having a hard time now. We have lost our land and fields. We have to rely on setting up a stall in the town to sell buns from dawn to dusk. We can’t even afford to send our son to private school. We have to save money to buy things for the New Year and other festivals..."

He keeps chattering, complaining about this and that.

day to day.

Zhang Shicong wiped his face and suddenly felt tired.

I have lived for more than 30 years, and I have accomplished nothing and nothing is achieved.

The more you mess around, the less like a human being you become.

His eyes involuntarily turned to the house opposite.

He, they, it seems, are both regretting it?

Old man Zhang was sitting in the main room of his house without turning on the lights.

He picked up a low bamboo chair with a backrest and sat in the middle of the main room, blending into the darkness, waiting quietly.

The room was empty, and only his soft breathing could be heard.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before there was movement at the gate again and someone entered the yard.

The footsteps were of varying heaviness.

Old man Zhang stood up with his hands on his knees, took out the awl knife he brought with him, held it in his hand, and went forward.

The person coming in from outside the door vaguely saw the dark figure coming out of the house, but before he could be surprised, the other person had already walked in front of him.

“Why don’t you… die…?!!” Before the question was finished, the person who was speaking changed his voice, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Old man Zhang didn't say a word and stabbed directly with the knife.

Cruel and extremely cruel.

That kind of unhesitating killing intent is frightening.

Zhang Shiming was doing very badly. After failing in everything, he gave up and didn't care about his life anymore, so he was capable of doing anything cruel.

He thought he could.

But when death is imminent, he finds that he is still afraid and terrified.

Especially since the man who did it was his father. Unlike his mother who indulged and doted on him, his father always had a gloomy face since he was young and he was rarely seen smiling.

So even though he was a scoundrel and was so bad that he dared to hit his own mother, Zhang Shiming didn't dare to do anything to this father.

“Dad, Dad?! No, no! Dad, don’t kill me, I was wrong… I was wrong Dad! Help… Help! Help!”

The cold needle piercing his abdomen, followed by severe pain and the sudden smell of his own blood, made Zhang Shiming stagger to the ground. He kept kicking with his legs, trying to create some distance between himself and the person opposite him.

Only then did Zhang Shiming understand why he didn't dare to attack his father, because he was naturally afraid.

When he fell, the things he was holding in his hands also fell out.

A wooden barrel and a barrel of kerosene.

I don't know where he got it.

"Getting oil? Are you planning to burn your mother to death, or are you planning to burn down the workshop?" Old man Zhang approached his evil son, his steps were steady and not panicked, his steps were firm and his killing intent was resolute.

Even the tone of his voice was steady and nonchalant, as if he was not chasing someone to kill, but just chatting about how dark the night was tonight.

"Your leg bones were broken by the workers in the workshop. Both legs are crippled, but you still managed to hold on and go out to get kerosene. Your perseverance is similar to mine. You really deserve to be my good son."

No matter how fast a lame person pedals, he can never be faster than a person with healthy hands and feet.

Old man Zhang was hopeless because of his heart disease, so he lay on the stool in the main hall of his home for more than half a year.

The energy and spirit that had been drained away at that time was restored halfway after being nursed back in the workshop for a few months.

It is enough to deal with the beast in front of us.

"The old beast gave birth to a little beast, huh." Walking up to the trembling lame man, Old Man Zhang raised the awl again.

Behind the rolling clouds in the sky, the moon, which had been hidden for a long time, quietly peeked out.

The dim moonlight cut out shadows of the people on the ground and cast them on the ground, as if the god of death was holding up his scythe, reaping lives and locking up ghosts without emotion.

“——Ah, ah, ah! No, help, help!!” The lame man’s eyes were bloodshot and he peed his pants in fear.

There was movement all around.

People nearby who heard the noise were running towards this side.

There was another Zhang family on the other side of the wall, and the door of the main room was also heard to be opened with a heavy sound.

Old man Zhang lowered his raised hand fiercely, "Kill someone and pay with your life. You are my son. I will kill you with my own hands, and then I will kill myself!"

He has been selfish and cold-hearted all his life.

This was one of the rare times where he showed a little bit of conscience and gave the woman who had taken care of him for most of his life a chance to live.

The woman was definitely not good in the eyes of others, but that man had regarded him as his heaven for most of his life, and when he was old and destitute, she was the only one who depended on him.

"Dad! No!" the man shouted through the wall.

The murderous intent in Old Man Zhang's hands remained unabated.

"Oh my god! I didn't count the time with my fingers before going out, and I had to let this old Taoist see this. Tsk tsk," another weird voice sounded, close to Old Man Zhang's ears.

Immediately afterwards, Old Man Zhang's hand holding the knife was intercepted by someone. He didn't know how the other party used his strength to easily pass the awl knife in his hand to the other person's hand.

Old man Zhang looked at him viciously and paused.

The moonlight was dim, but it was enough to see the people right in front of me.

Bald head, fat man, and belly.

There was a playful smile on his face.

Very easy to recognize.

Jia Banxian, a bald Taoist priest who lives in Yuxi Village.

Someone from Yuxi Village.

Old man Zhang suppressed the fierceness in his eyes and looked at the other person quietly, not understanding his intention.

"You also said that killing someone means paying with one's life. This cannot be possible. After all, I am a Taoist who worships the Three Pure Ones. How can I see someone committing a crime in front of me and not help?" Jia Banxian was talking nonsense. When he was about to continue talking nonsense, his legs were suddenly hugged by someone.

Zhang Shiming was saved before he died. He hugged his feet and wiped his tears as if he had seen a life-saver.

"..." Jia Banxian couldn't help it and kicked the beast away quickly.

The thing that wets your pants, don't let the smell get on him, how disgusting!

He promised his disciple to solve this problem, but he was too lazy to look for the other party, so he came here directly to wait.

He arrived just as night fell, even earlier than Old Man Zhang, and lay on someone's roof to bask in the starlight.

I didn't expect to see such a good show.

Since someone has taken action, he can just leave. At least he can report to his little disciple.

But seeing the ruthless look on Old Man Zhang's face, the Taoist changed his mind and flew down to take care of this matter.

Most of the people in Yuxi Village are simple and kind-hearted, and they are very particular about courtesy, integrity, shame and rules.

What we lack is someone who is both cruel and wicked enough. Hey, this old man from the Zhang family is the right person.

My little disciple is connected with Yan Changqing, so I'm afraid he will encounter a lot of things in the future.

Some things that kind people are unwilling to do should be done by a cruel person.

The noise outside was getting closer and closer, and the villagers from Shangdong would soon arrive in this yard.

Jia Banxian flicked his broad Taoist sleeves and sprinkled the Mind-Losing Powder accurately onto the person who had peed his pants.

Immediately, the old Taoist picked up Old Man Zhang with one hand, and disappeared into the night in two steps.

As soon as the two men disappeared, the gate of Old Zhang's house was kicked open.

Zhang Shicong was standing across the courtyard wall, with his mouth still open as he had just spoken. When he heard the movement, he slowly closed his teeth.

He nearly peed his pants too.