Dressed as the Fujiao bag of the captain's house

Chapter 522 Shengjing Injured
Their idea was quickly rejected by others.

"Don't talk about it."

A sober villager said:

"Li Dazhuang is the most patriarchal person in our village!"

"Don't even think about it. When his second daughter, Li Pandi, was born, he wanted to take off the child's swaddling clothes in heavy snow to see if it was a boy or a girl..."

"He doesn't feel sorry for his children at all, so how could he take revenge for Li Laidi?"

"Also, I haven't heard anything about Zhang Zhiqing and his wife being sorry for Li Laidi."

The discussion among the villagers gradually stopped.

They were all waiting for Li Dazhuang, who was at the center of the turmoil, to give an explanation.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, coupled with the fact that he has been guilty for a long time, Li Dazhuang couldn't hold back anymore and yelled:

"Don't you all remember the rumors from the past few days?!"

"The reason why the educated youth's house collapsed was because that old donkey Mu Baoguo deducted the cost of building the house and used inferior cement to build the educated youth's dormitory!"

"That's why the houses of the educated youths cannot withstand the heavy rain!"

"It was the accident caused by him, Mu Baoguo, who was greedy for money. What does it have to do with me!"

"Mu Jianfeng! You're targeting me on purpose! Let me be your father's scapegoat!"

The veins on his roaring neck were all exposed.

But Mu Jianfeng met his gaze without any fear:

"It's not as good as you to hold the shit pot!"

"My father has done so many good things for the village over the years. If you say he is greedy for money, he is really greedy for money!"

"I'll see who will believe this kind of nonsense!"

As he spoke, he scanned the other villagers sternly.

The villagers were frightened by his eyes and shook their heads expressing that they would not believe it.

"Humph!"

Only then did Mu Jianfeng look away, and he stretched out his hand backwards.

Sheng Jing understood a thick rope on the ground, and consciously stood behind Li Dazhuang to prevent him from escaping.

"What are you guys doing?!"

Li Dazhuang was so frightened by the rope that he retreated again and again, he lost his composure and yelled:
"In broad daylight, all the villagers are here. If you want to tie me up, aren't you afraid that someone will go to the county to call (the police)?!"

Mu Jianfeng stopped talking to him, and just wanted to hold him down.

The fact that Li Dazhuang almost killed Mu Nannan and the others was a certainty.

All he needs to do is arrest him and wait for the (public security) to come and interrogate him.

Having experienced so many things, he knows the truth of talking too much.

Seeing that his rope was about to get entangled in his hands, Li Dazhuang, who was cornered, did not expect him to be so decisive.

Say it and tie it.

There is Mu Jianfeng in the front, and the grand scene pressing every step behind.

"I fought with you!"

Li Dazhuang gritted his teeth, and suddenly pulled out a curved sickle iron piece from his waist behind.

There was a big hole in the iron sheet, and the shape of the missing hole was exactly the same as the small iron sheet that Mu Jianfeng took out earlier.
He kept waving the iron piece like crazy, roaring in his mouth:

"So what if the children who were educated youths were done by me?!"

"Isn't that little catastrophe in your family still alive and secure, not crushed to death inside?!"

"Since no one was killed, why can't you let me go?!"

"what--"

The range he swung was too large, and the blade visibly scratched a rural woman who was watching a theater.

The women in the village kept screaming, and other villagers were also afraid of being hurt by him.

For a moment, the scene was chaotic.

Only Sheng Jing, while dodging his knife, planned to step forward and restrain him.

Mu Jianfeng did not expect that Li Dazhuang would carry a sickle blade with him, so he had to keep a safe distance from him.

Just as he wanted Sheng Jing to stay away for a while, he saw the figure of the young man swiftly dodging Li Dazhuang's saber swing again and again, and finally, he successfully approached Li Dazhuang.

Mu Jianfeng's heartbeat kept getting heavier.

He wanted to open his mouth and shout:

"Xiaojing, stay away from Li Dazhuang, he is crazy and irrational now, and he is very likely to hurt you..."

But the reality is that he didn't even dare to breathe.

I was afraid that once he opened his mouth, he would stimulate Li Dazhuang who was already in a frenzy.

Thus hurting Shengjing.

Fighting on the opposite side.

Li Dazhuang was slowly subdued by Sheng Jing, who knew martial arts.

"Uncle San, bring the rope over here."

Sheng Jing held down Li Dazhuang's arms, preventing him from moving.

Mu Jianfeng trotted over and tied Da Zhuang's hands with a rope.

He didn't let go of his raised heart until he was wrapped several times and tied a tight knot.

"Xiaojing, thanks to you, if you weren't here..."

"Third Uncle, be careful!"

Li Dazhuang, who had already been subdued, somehow managed to break free from the rope that bound his hands.

Holding the blade that fell on the ground, he was about to stab Mu Jianfeng.

Sheng Jing, who reacted extremely quickly, tore Mu Jianfeng away.

His arm was severely cut open.

"Li Dazhuang! I hate you!"

Seeing that his beloved junior was injured, Mu Jianfeng was so angry that he cursed.

Song Zichen had been paying attention to the situation here.

Seeing that Shengjing was injured, he quickly ran over with Mingzhe.

He first stretched out his hand and pinned Li Dazhuang to the ground, then used his hand as a knife to knock him unconscious, and skillfully tied him into a rice dumpling, before walking towards Shengjing worriedly.

"Is the wound deep?"

Sheng Jing shook his head:

"Not deep."

Mingzhe glanced at his wound hastily, and said:

"The wound is too long and needs to be stitched up. I will go home and ride a bicycle to take you to the hospital."

After he finished speaking, he ran away.

Before leaving, he did not forget to kick Li Dazhuang several times.

Song Zichen looked at the blood dripping continuously in the prosperous time, his eyes were dark and no emotion could be seen.

"It's just a small injury, brother looking at me like this makes people panic."

Sheng Jing noticed something wrong with his eyes.

Enduring the pain on purpose, he said in a brisk tone.

Song Zichen still stared at his wound:

"The third one."

"Ok?"

Sheng Jing subconsciously straightened his back.

I always feel that his elder brother's mood is a bit dangerous now.

In the end, Song Zichen only said:

"It's time to practice your martial arts."

"I can't even beat a countryman who can't dance. I'm really sorry for the teacher who taught us before."

They have been training together for hours.

The teacher is naturally the same.

Shengjing's temple twitched:

"How does brother know that Li Dazhuang can't fight?"

"The rope Sanbo tied to his hand is tied in a dead knot. Unless someone has specially learned how to untie the rope, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to break free."

Song Zichen slightly raised his eyebrows:

"You mean, Li Dazhuang has learned to join the rope?"

The wound on Shengjing's arm was burning hot, and a small piece of blood had accumulated on the ground. The surrounding villagers were so frightened that their legs went limp just looking at it.

But the expression on his own face didn't change much.

"Have you ever learned how to tie the rope? Only he knows."

Hearing this, Song Zichen lowered his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

(End of this chapter)