The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

The village chief was both frightened and angry, and he took out a black cloth and hung it on the door.

Zhang Ping'an's father couldn't stand the black cloth, so he chopped it off with a hoe, leaving a deep mark on the door: "Don't hang this depressing thing on my doorstep."

The village chief was so angry: "Zhang family, even if you don't want to, you have to think about others. You have lived in the same village for so many years, you can't... bring disaster to others, right?"

"That's right. It was your son who wanted to retrieve the dead man's belongings. We can't let the whole village be buried with him because of him."

"He is not a big shot, there is no point in him being buried with a fart. If he really wants to harm others, I will burn your whole family to death at night."

Everyone was getting more and more angry as they talked. They had never seen anyone so ignorant. No one wanted to do anything to his family. They just wanted to prevent him from harming others. Was there anything wrong with that?

"Burn it, burn you all if you want to. It would be best if all my family members were burned to death. When I return to my soul on the seventh day, I will not let anyone in the village go."

Everyone looked at his pair of bloodshot eyes and thought that this man might be crazy. They were just saying it casually, but it didn't look like what Zhang Ping'an's father said was lying at all.

I suddenly felt a chill on my back and was shivering even in such a hot day.

"Master, if they don't come in, no one will harm Ping An." Zhang Ping'an's mother hugged the old man from behind and dragged him to the yard: "Can you be quiet? You scared your grandson to tears."

Zhang Ping'an's father seemed to come to his senses at this moment. He turned around to look at the crying child, immediately put away his fierce look, and knelt down on the spot.

"Village chief, I was wrong. Please save my grandson. He is so young. He can't die like this. He is not sick. He is really not sick. Please take him away."

Just now he seemed to want to kill someone, but now he looks so pitiful. The village chief frowned and asked, "Who in your family is infected with the disease?"

The old man covered his face with his hands, tears streaming down his fingers: "My son, my wife, and my little daughter, now there are only the two of us old people and my eldest grandson left..."

"We are all old, and death is not a pity, but my eldest grandson is less than a year old. I beg you to send him to my daughter and ask her to raise the child for her brother for the sake of our parents."

"Is this child sure not..."

The village chief was a little hesitant, saying that the elderly and children have weak constitutions and are more likely to be infected.

"No, really not." The old man assured again and again: "I had some conflicts with Ping An a few days ago. No one paid attention to each other. We even had separate pots for meals, and the child has always been taken care of by us two old people. When I found out that Ping An had problems, I didn't let the old woman and the child get close to each other anymore."

As he spoke, he burst into tears: "But, but that bastard is still alive. I can't let him go, even if it means sacrificing my own life."

The old woman was crying beside him, "We two old men are not afraid of death. Village chief, please take the child away. I promise that neither of us will step out of this room. If we both rot to death in this room, we can only ask someone to burn it to death."

Seeing the village chief's hesitation, the old man kowtowed again, his eyes full of determination: "Village chief, if you are unwilling to help me, then kill me now, otherwise don't blame me for doing something unwise."

Seeing that being soft wasn't working, the old man just wanted to fight to the death. The village chief had some understanding of the temperament of the villagers, so he didn't think that the man was talking nonsense at all.

"Okay, give me the child." The village chief gritted his teeth and agreed to take the child away and raise him for a while. He was also an old man. If the child was infected, he would accept death. If not, it would be like protecting a root for the family.

"You two are fine. If you can make it through this, you should take care of your grandson yourself, right?"

The old couple kowtowed again: "Thank you, thank you, village chief."

After solving the problem of one more family, everyone felt exhausted both physically and mentally. Looking at the child in the arms of the village chief, they felt mixed emotions.

The village chief did not plan to ask others to help him carry the child. Instead, he asked for a basket from someone else's house and carried it on his back. As for the remaining two families, the village chief looked at the people behind him and said, "Stay away, I will go in by myself."

"Village chief." Wang Wu felt sorry for him because of his old arms and legs. "Why not just put up a black cloth and seal it up? They won't go out anyway, so it doesn't matter whether they come in or not."

The village chief thought this made sense, but it only lasted for a moment. He stepped forward and continued to knock on the door, muttering, "We have to know whether he is dead or alive."

Still no one answered the door of Zhang Laosan's house. A man stepped forward and kicked hard. With a bang, the door, which was not very strong to begin with, fell to the ground.

The village chief asked everyone to step back and put the backpack aside before striding into the yard. He looked left and right in every room but didn't find a single person. Even a lot of food, quilts and clothes in the house had been taken away.

"When did he run away?" The village chief looked at everyone else in confusion, and everyone shook their heads to indicate that they didn't know.

There aren't many households in the west of the village, so it wouldn't be surprising if someone sneaked out of the village at night without being discovered even by patrol officers.

They hurried to Zhang Dazhui's house, and saw that they were doing the same thing as Zhang Laosan's family. It seemed that the two of them had discussed it and ran away to hide somewhere else together.

"Village Chief, then do we just not need to worry about this?"

One of the men asked, and inexplicably felt relieved. He didn't want to see a scene like that again. After all, he felt that he was really easily moved. If he hadn't tried hard to hold back, tears would have fallen long ago.

Alas, it was really embarrassing that he was the only one crying among so many people, but it was also really painful to endure it.

The village chief sighed, and for a moment I didn't know whether I should be thankful or what: "Tell the villagers that if Zhang Laosan and Zhang Dazhu come back in the future, they should stay away from them."

After saying this, he looked at the little kid in the backpack and said, "Who of you can run errands to my house and ask my wife to get a bed and quilt for me, and also take some food to the school."

As soon as he said this, we men understood what he meant and lowered our heads in shame.

In fact, many people here don't respect the village chief that much. It's just because of deep-rooted ideas that they feel it's not easy to refuse directly when the village chief asks them to do something that's not troublesome.

But at this moment, they felt that the village chief of Anning Village might not be so majestic or capable, but he always had a good heart.

If it were any one of them today, they might sympathize or hesitate, but in the end, they would never dare to put themselves in danger for the safety of the villagers.

Just like Wang Wu said, they have parents, wives and children, and the village chief...

"That's enough. I'm too old to be bothered any more. You guys should just pay more attention. I'm quite happy and at ease in the school by myself."

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something: "Oh, bring me some more wine, and a handful of wild tea. If your aunt won't let you take them, just sneak into the west room. They're all in that big box."

Everyone: “…” Why does he seem to be quite comfortable?