The new book of the burning prairie star

Yang Jinmen felt particularly aggrieved, "Dad, we must seek justice from this Zhao Si."

The village head also had this idea, "Go and gather Xiaoyong and the others to the clinic." He knew that Yang Xiaoyong had brought a group of young people back to the village to the county town, and his eyes became fierce, "We must make sure that Zhao Si will remember for the rest of his life that people from Yangjia Village in Xiangjia Town cannot be provoked!"

"By the way, Shuiqian, why did you separate from Bowen and the others?" Didn't they plan to work as a group and sell alcohol in the east of the county town?

"Village head, I thought of dispersing everyone to sell the wine, so that the wine can be sold faster." Yang Shuiqian's saliva flowed out of his mouth, and the village head took out a handkerchief and wiped it for him.

"Then do you know where Bowen and the others are?" Yang asked him as he entered the room.

"Kid, tell them to wait in front of the palace in the east of the city and go to Yongxing County together."

"Brother Biao, let's go," the village head stood up immediately, "stay inside and take good care of Shui Qian."

"Uncle, the village head, they are right there." Yang Biao saw more than twenty teenagers in the village and pointed them to the village head next to him.

"Why is Grandpa here?" Yang Bowen asked in surprise. "Did Xiaoyong come back to the village to bring people and make too much noise?"

"I don't know, what's wrong?"

"I don't know either. Don't ask me."

"Tsk, I'm not asking you, I'm asking Dongsheng next to you, don't take it for granted."

"You want to fight, don't you?"

"I'm afraid of you, come on!"

"Stop arguing, Grandpa is coming."

A group of young men came forward and said, "Follow me quickly, there will be an accident in shallow water!" After saying this, the head of the village asked Yang Biao to turn around. While he was turning around, several people climbed onto the mule cart.

"Hurry up and follow me." The head of the village looked unhappy and didn't say another word.

"Ah, Shui Qian, who beat you like this?" Yang Bowen was so angry that he felt like he was on fire and his whole body was burning. Although he and Shui Qian didn't get along well with each other, he had never thought of beating him like this.

"It's that Zhao Si. He beat up Biao Ge'er at the dock last time, and this time he beat Shui Qian again." Yang Jinmen clenched his fists, "We must teach him a lesson."

"Yes, we must teach him a lesson." The young people were filled with passion.

"Keep your voices down. You're disturbing other patients." The doctor came over and scolded, "We can't have so many people here. Get out now."

Some who were not convinced raised their fists and hit the doctor. "Jiaping, don't do it, everyone go out." The head of the village who had been silent spoke up. He wanted to let these teenagers see how they would react when their companions were beaten. The result was that he was very satisfied, and they were all good kids.

After leaving the clinic, the village head said to everyone, "Let's not go back to the village today. Let's find a big bunk bed and start looking for Zhao Si in the county town tomorrow."

"But none of us have ever seen that Zhao Si. Even if we meet him face to face, we won't know where he is." Yang Dongsheng was worried.

"I recognize Brother Biao. What do you think we should do?" The village head picked Yang Biao out of the crowd.

"Hey, uncle the head of the village..." Yang Biao was held by the back of his clothes by the head of the village. His feet were not even touching the ground, and his neck was squeezed uncomfortably. "Cough... cough..." The head of the village felt sorry in his heart, thinking that he was too anxious.

When Yang Biao recovered a little, he said, "Uncle, the village head, you can draw Zhao Si's appearance."

"Oh, that's the best," the headman's eyes lit up, "Brother Biao, hurry up and draw."

"But I don't have any pen or ink on me." Yang Biao spread out his two empty hands.

"Ah, this..." Li Zheng was in a dilemma. What should he do?

"Kid, go to the bookstore to buy some paint and paper. The village head and everyone else can wait here." Yang Biao ran quickly towards the bookstore.

"Dongsheng, go find a big bunk bed. It doesn't have to be a very good one, just enough for everyone to sleep for one night." The head of the village asked Yang Dongsheng to find a place to live, and when Biao Ge'er came back with the paper, they would have the portrait ready.

"Okay, Zhaosheng, Bowen, let's go together." Yang Dongsheng called everyone and left together.

"Put both lamps in front of Biao Ge'er so that the portrait can be seen more clearly." The head of the village instructed the younger generations.

Everyone was huddled together, shoulders pressed against shoulders, looking at Yang Biao's portrait. "Brother Biao is really amazing. This portrait is so vivid." Yang Jiaping drooled with envy. Yang Bowen used straw paper to block his saliva that was about to drip onto the paper, with a look of disgust on his face, "Hey, stay away from Brother Biao's portrait. Don't ruin what he spent so much time and effort to draw."

Yang Jiaping didn't get angry when he heard him say that. He really listened and stood farther away. This was impossible in the past. If he didn't hit someone, he wouldn't be called Yang Jiaping.

Yang Bowen also looked at him warily, "What's the matter? Have you changed your personality?" Why didn't his fist hit him?

Yang Jiaping rolled his eyes at him and said, "The most important thing now is to find Zhao Si. We can deal with other things later." Yang Bowen, I'm not done with you about this.

"The painting is done. Biao, go home first and don't let your mother worry. The fact that Shuiqian was beaten will be kept secret for the time being. Everyone come and identify him, remember him, and find this bastard tomorrow morning." The head of the village roared.

"Got it, Grandpa!" the nephews responded loudly.

"Go to bed now!" The head of the village was the first to crawl into the big bunk bed and sleep against the wall, and everyone else also went up there.

next day

"Everyone, take another good look at Zhao Si, don't forget him!" the head of the village reminded the teenagers again.

For three consecutive days, no one got anything.

"Well, brother Biao, where do you think Zhao Si will be active?" That day, Yang Biao came to find the village head, who was obviously a little annoyed.

"I heard that Zhao Si is quite lustful. We can start from this." Yang Biao suggested, "The county is so big, it's easy to hide someone. If we just search blindly like this, it will take us forever to find him."

"Zhao Si is a lecher? Then we have to find a woman to seduce him out?" Yang Litian felt that this method was unreliable, and turned to ask everyone, "Who among you is willing to ask your wife to be teased by the hooligans?"

"My wife is pregnant and I can't go!" Yang Bowen was the first to declare that he was powerless.

"My wife is still breastfeeding, so I can't go." Yang Dongsheng was also unwilling.

"My wife has only been married for a few days and hasn't given birth yet. My parents were the first ones to disagree." Yang Jiaping was even more unwilling.

"Oh, I'm not saying let your wives lure Zhao Si out, but let someone put on makeup and lure him here." Yang Biao really couldn't stand it anymore, so he told everyone his plan.

"Send someone in disguise to lure him over?" everyone repeated in unison.

"Yes, find someone among us to pretend to be a woman." Yang Biao looked at the faces of the villagers one by one.

"Then the only one among us who has a similar height to the woman is Brother Biao." Yang Bowen clapped his hands and laughed.

"No, Brother Biao can't do that. Zhao Si and his gang know him. It's too dangerous. Let's find someone else." The village head tried to stop them.