The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

The autumn harvest was approaching, the plague had passed and the lockdown had been lifted. The village should have been full of joy, but no one could smile.

Here, Wang Wu was still talking about the two Zhang families at the west end of the village, saying that it was Zhang Dacheng who was willing to do so and did not let anyone in his family get close to Zhang Ercheng.

In fact, the kid had died half a month ago. Dacheng actually asked the patrol team to help dig a hole on the mountain. However, Zhang Dacheng pushed the body to the sunny slope on a cart when it was dark and no one was around, and he buried the body himself.

"Or maybe it's that Dachengzi has an idea. Even though a son died in his family and his mother cried and screamed for days, the patrolmen were unwilling to go there at night. After all, it's quite creepy to hear an old woman crying in the middle of the night."

After all, Wang Wu got a few plums from Yan Zhennan, and he was chewing them, without letting his mouth rest.

After all, he and the Yan brothers had never been in the same patrol group, and they hadn't had a good talk for quite a while.

Yan Zhennan also encountered someone crying in Zhang Dacheng's house in the middle of the night once, but he already knew what was going on at that time and didn't find it scary.

To be honest, Yan Zhennan felt that Zhang Ping'an's yard was more creepy. No matter when he passed by, he never heard any sound.

If it weren't for the occasional smoke coming out of the chimney, one would really think that this family...

"Speaking of Zhang Kaixin's father..." Wang Wu just happened to say this and shook his head helplessly.

"As soon as the lockdown was lifted, the village chief went to knock on the door. After knocking for a long time, no one opened it. Then everyone went in with towels covering their faces to see what was going on. I'm really glad I didn't go to join in the fun. I heard from the people who came back that Zhang Ping'an and his wife and sister must have died a long time ago, and their bodies were rotten beyond recognition."

Zhao Guizhi couldn't bear to hear this. Shock was written all over her face. She said in disbelief, "It was just rotting in the house, and that old man didn't even help to contain it?"

Wang Wu sighed: "He thought that the couple was fine last time he went there, but this time they were barely alive."

The Yan family members all sighed. Although they hardly interacted with each other on weekdays, they were from the same village after all. It was really hard to bear that an epidemic had brought disaster to the entire family.

But even though he couldn't bear it, Wang Wu still felt a little angry when he mentioned it.

"The old man Zhang said before that if they all got the disease, he would let the villagers burn down the house. But this time, the people who went there came back and said that the old man disagreed again. He insisted that the villagers help collect the bodies. The house and land are to be left to his grandson."

"Is the child okay?" As both of them are grandparents, Zhao Guizhi can understand Old Man Zhang's thoughts.

This is the root of the family. As long as the child is there, the old man will not be considered to have cut off the family line.

This person has worked hard all his life, not skimping on food and clothing, and has worked hard to accumulate a fortune, all for the sake of his descendants.

At the last minute, it is understandable that you want to leave some more things for others.

It is true that Old Man Zhang's grandson was not infected. When he was first taken to school by the village chief, he cried and wanted to find his grandparents at night, which really gave the village chief, who had rarely taken care of a child, a headache.

Fortunately, the child only cried for two days. When the village chief's wife found out, she sent him some brown sugar from home and fed him some sugar water whenever he cried.

The child is young and doesn't remember much. It can be said that he is at an age where whoever has milk is his mother. How can he care about anyone else when he has the sugar water?

After talking about the child, Wang Wu spoke about the matter of collecting corpses with some indignation.

"It's all just a pile of rotten meat. Who would dare to go and collect the body? Even the Zhang family's relatives didn't respond."

"Why would they respond? Maybe they are just waiting for Old Man Zhang to die so they can divide up the family wealth."

Brother Lin, who has always been reluctant to speak, couldn't help but sneer when he heard something like this.

After all, as a former victim, he knew too well that those clansmen did not care about the lives of women and children and only cared about their own interests.

When Brother Lin said this, Wang Wu was a little stunned. It was true. Everyone was now thinking about how to deal with the corpse.

If the village chief really agrees with what old man Zhang said, then the people who will do this job will inevitably be the young people in the village.

As Wang Wu was still relatively young, he was really worried that the village chief would come looking for him, so he ran to Yan's house in a hurry, firstly to report the news, and secondly to avoid him.

On the contrary, I didn't think for a moment about the profit-seeking character of the Zhang man in the village.

Therefore, if the village chief agrees, it will be these young men who will provide the manpower and effort, but the Zhang family will be the ones to benefit.

It is possible that the scholar Zhang Yiju may get a share of the pie.

It’s really... Damn it.

I really should talk to the village chief. Why collect anything? Old man Zhang's grandson is still a baby. What's the point of leaving more things for him? He may not be able to keep them.

Look at what happened to Chu Xiaoxiao back then. Isn’t she the best example? No matter how good the so-called relatives said before, once they really got the family wealth, they would never be willing to give it back.

Money is a dizzying thing, and not even a good person can resist its temptation. Wang Wu felt that he might not be able to stick to his original intention even with so much land.

Of course, he is just an ordinary person. If he were someone like Dean Qiao, who owns such a big academy, he would definitely make a fortune every day and naturally would look down on the farmers' wealth.

Qiao Qingyun felt somewhat puzzled by Wang Wu's repeated looks. If Wang Wu was curious about the relationship between him and Yan Zhennan, they did not hide it. I'm afraid that anyone who was not a fool would have seen the clues long ago.

As to whether Wang Wu knew about it, Qiao Qingyun could guarantee that this man had known about it a long time ago.

So why are we looking at him now?

Even though Qiao Qingyun felt that he could see through other people's thoughts most of the time, he never expected that Wang Wu would always compare him with the villagers.

Especially the idea of ​​making a fortune everyday, which he didn't say out loud. If he had really said it, Yan Zhennan would probably be the first one to jump up and down.

There is no such thing as making a fortune every day. Just look at the rows of thatched houses in the Ancient Road Academy and you will know how poor the dean is.

His family member Ayun doesn't have much money, and now Yan Zhennan is also making furniture to supplement the family income.

That is to say, he is not famous now, but when he makes more furniture in the future, he will definitely earn more than Qiao Qingyun.

Let's see who dares to say that he is a gigolo at that time, because it is obvious that his daughter Ayun is supported by him.

While everyone was still talking here, the sound of gongs in the village began to shake the sky again.

In order to gather everyone from every household in the village, even someone from the Yan family came to beat the gong.

The sudden sound of the gong scared Xiao Yu'er, and the little baby, who usually didn't cry, started crying non-stop.

The dog at the old house was barking non-stop, and the constant sound scared the person who came to deliver the message.

Yan Zhennan was the first to rush out. He wanted to see which young man was so stubborn that he actually scared his nephew to tears.

But as soon as he went out, the curse that was on the tip of his tongue was choked back.

"Sun Xiaozhuang, why are you here?"

Grandpa Sun's little grandson obviously didn't expect that with his little strength he could hit the gong so loudly. He was a little embarrassed and kept rubbing the corner of his clothes.

"Well, I wanted to come over to ask if your family still needed me to cut grass, so the village chief asked me to come over and ring the gong to notify you to go to the village to discuss something."

Yan Zhennan was speechless. Sun Xiaozhuang was too honest. He just rang the gong when asked to do so. Now that he was already at the door, why not take a few more steps and knock on the door?

Alas, he is just a seven or eight-year-old child after all, so there is no need to worry about it.