The new book of the burning prairie star

"Bowen, get out of the way. I want to see what trouble he can make today." Yang Biao pulled Yang Bowen aside and tried to walk forward. Before he could loosen his hand from Bowen's arm, Yang Zian punched him directly, "Today I'm going to teach you a lesson, you unfilial thing."

He also wanted to live in this beautiful brick house, and he was willing to kill Yang Biao to force Yang Dashan to move in. So he moved in under the pretext of taking care of his grandfather, and got married and had children here.

"Dashan, why did you allow Zi'an to make trouble at the housewarming banquet today?" The headman's wife glared at Yang Dashan. A housewarming banquet was a big event, and people in the village might only have it once in their lifetime. The latter avoided her sight guiltily.

The village head pulled his wife aside and shook his head at her, signaling her not to worry about it. If Yang Biao couldn't even deal with Yang Zi'an, then there was no need to go to the city. He was optimistic about Yang Biao. Although he was young, he was capable of handling this matter.

"Well, well done!" Yang Biao touched the corner of his mouth where he was hit. It hurt a little and his teeth were bleeding.

Yang Zi'an swung another punch, which was directly blocked by Yang Biao's left hand. He swung his right fist back. If he had just traveled through time, he would definitely not be Yang Zi'an's opponent. After four months of training, he picked up Muay Thai and Sanda that he had learned in modern times, and practiced on the sandbag every day. For the rest of the time, he was completely crushed by Yang Biao.

"You bastard, you dare to hit my son? I will beat you to death today." Wang also rushed over and saw her eldest son lying on the ground being ridden and beaten by Yang Biao. She picked up the broom in the corner of the yard and hit Yang Biao with it.

Yang Biao kicked the broom and broke it, and then kicked Yang Zian's thigh, causing the latter to scream. "Get up and hit me, your noble mother gave birth to such a useless thing." He was too lazy to care about the past, and he didn't bury his head in the sand like an ostrich, but accepted it and had confidence in the future.

"You go over there." The headman pushed his wife forward. Yang Biao wanted to pass the imperial examination and pursue a career in officialdom, so he couldn't have the stain of hitting his elders. He had no choice but to let his wife come forward to stop Wang.

"Xiu Xiu!" The wife of the head of the village winked at several daughters-in-law. The daughters-in-law understood and stepped forward with some good friends in the village to stop Wang who was about to attack Yang Biao.

"Bitch, you bastard, I'm not done with you today..." Wang, who was unable to move as her arms were grabbed by the headman's wife and others, cursed loudly.

"Xiu Xiu, shut her mouth." Yang came in to remind his wife and put the socks he had just taken off in Zhang Xiu Xiu's hand.

Zhang Xiuxiu stuffed the socks directly into Wang's mouth, "Hmm... Hmm..." Wang felt like vomiting because of the socks in her mouth. It was too smelly.

"Lock her up in the woodshed first, and let's continue with our work." The headman's wife instructed several young wives in the village, then tied up Wang and locked her in Yang Biao's firewood room.

"I say, you are such a real person. You knew that today is a good day for Biao'er to move into the house, but you still brought your son here to cause trouble. What's the matter? Do you think the manager of Yangjia Village is a dead person?" The headman's wife slapped Wang in the face. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She slapped Wang three more times in a row, and Wang's face visibly swelled up.

"Bring another rope and tie her to the pillar. Don't let her make any noise and disrupt our brother Biao'er's housewarming banquet." Soon Wang was tied to the pillar in the firewood room like a rice dumpling.

The headman's wife pulled the rope on Wang and nodded with satisfaction. This way she would not escape. "She's tied up well. Today is a happy day. Leave one of you to watch the woodshed. Don't let anyone let this troublemaker go." They would let her out after Biaoge's housewarming banquet was over.

"Mom, let me look after her." Zhang Xiuxiu said. Xiao Zhang was her cousin, so she felt more at ease if she looked after her by herself.

"Well, okay, you have to take good care of it for me, but you can't..." Before the head's wife could finish her words, she was interrupted by her husband's shout: "Old lady, are you ready?"

"Okay, okay!" The headman's wife took her young wife out of the woodshed, closed and locked the door, put the key together with her own key, and hung them around her neck.

"Oh, where is Qiao'er?" There was such a big commotion at home, but little Zhang didn't show up. If it weren't for the housewarming banquet, the headman's wife would have cursed at her.

"Okay, today is Brother Biao's big day, so please don't say too much." The head of the village knew that Xiao Zhang had been avoiding trouble whenever possible in the past two years. In his opinion, it was a miracle that she was willing to live in the county town with Yang Biao. Besides, Yang Biao was now able to support the family, and his son should protect his family when he grew up. There was no need for Xiao Zhang to step forward anymore.

"Yeah," the headman's wife turned around and helped set the table. She also understood that since Xiao Zhang lost her husband, she had been bullied by her sister-in-law and had a hard time.

Many people also carried their own dining tables and benches into Yang Biao's yard, "Brother Biao, come and see where these tables should be placed?"

"You are free to do whatever you want, as long as you don't block the food." Yang Biao let them do what they want, and found that all the people coming in were men. "Go home and call your wives and children. There will be enough food for today."

Yang Xiaoyong looked at the head of the village who was not far away, and the latter nodded, so he shouted, "Let's go home and pick up our wives and children to share in Biao Ge's joy." Then a large group of people followed him out.

"I have three tables left at home. Litian and Bowen, please bring them to Biaoge's place." Yang Shuiqian, who had recovered from his injury, also came carrying a dining table.

"Hey, Shuiqian, your injury has just healed..." Before Yang Bowen could finish his words, he was poked in the waist by Yang Litian. He immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly looked around. Fortunately, Shuiqian's mother and wife were busy washing vegetables and chatting by the well, so they didn't hear what he said. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his voice, "You should have a good rest. If you have any work to do, just let us know."

"I'm fine, look." Yang Shuiqian clenched his fists and held them up for them to see that he was well again and his arms were strong.

Yang Biao ran his index finger across the side of his mouth, signaling them to sew his mouth shut.

"Next time you go to Wenchang County, go in groups of two and don't gather too many people together." The head of the village specially asked the 23 people who participated in the fight to come and help kill the pig so that it would be convenient for him to give unified instructions to them.

"Yes, I understand, great grandfather!" Yang Zhaosheng learned how to butcher pigs from his father-in-law, so he bought a whole pig directly from the village to hold the housewarming banquet. He also knew that the county yamen runners were looking for clues about the group of people who beat Zhao Si. Now that he was in the limelight, it was better to keep a low profile.

"Should we put buying a shop on the agenda?" Yang Biao suggested. The village has been promoting wine for about a month and has the funds to do this.

"Well," the head of the village agreed. This matter still needs to be given to the young people in the village to gain more experience. "And a wine-making workshop needs to be built. After the housewarming banquet is over, notify all the villagers to attend a meeting." The other twenty-two people stepped in place excitedly, and they were able to show their talents.

"Uncle head of the village, let's organize a meeting for the whole village tomorrow." Yang Biao picked up a jar of wine on the table, indicating that drinking was inevitable today. If everyone drank too much, it would be difficult to control their hands and feet, and if a fight broke out, it would be difficult to resolve.

"Well, Brother Biao is the most thoughtful one." The head of the village looked at the jar of wine. His urge for wine had been aroused and he wanted to take a sip right away.