Return to the countryside to engage in industry

Chapter 27 Uncle Liu Was Beaten
Eat, drink, and burp!

This kind of life is relaxed and comfortable, carefree.

Yang Zhenyu gradually fell in love with rural life.

There was still some crucian carp soup left, Yang Zhenyu poured it into the prince's bowl, and the prince licked it.

When she was about to clear the table, Wang Xiuying stretched out her hand and said, "Grandson, sit down and rest for a while, I can't bear to see how busy you are!"

"Grandma! I'm in good shape, feel it, it's full of muscles!" Yang Zhenyu rolled up his sleeves and showed it off.

Wang Xiuying didn't pay much attention to Yang Zhenyu's tendon and flesh. What she saw was the black and white skin on the arms and neck. What kind of tan did it look like?

It hurts to look at it.

"Last time Chunyan brought me that medicine, and it worked pretty well. The waist feels much more comfortable these days, and I can barely do some light work, so I can help you share some of it!"

"Don't! Grandma, don't move. It won't be good if it recurs. I'm busy with these things at home, and you are responsible for eating, sleeping and teasing the prince!" Yang Zhenyu said while holding Wang Xiuying's hand.

"It seems that my old woman can only enjoy her life with peace of mind!" Wang Xiuying looked at Yang Zhenyu and smiled.

"That's not right, I've worked hard for half my life, it's time for my grandson to honor you!"

The grandparents and grandchildren sit together and make out with each other, making a fuss about the housework.

When the sun was overcast, the ducks who went out for a stroll also came back in line.

Yang Zhenyu threw the food scum on the dining table into the dam.

"Quack quack~"

The duck stretched its neck and pecked.

"Grandma, is there another duck?" Yang Zhenning took a look and found that one was missing.

The one that was missing was a duck, that is, a male duck. Its feathers were different from other ducks. The ones that came back had snow-white feathers all over their bodies. very beautiful.

Wang Xiuying sat up straight and took a look, "Why didn't that duckling come back?"

The grandparents and grandchildren felt that something was wrong, because ducks moved in groups and went out together and came back together. Chickens and ducks in rural areas like to be raised free-range, and they will develop the habit of returning home on time.

"Grandma, I'll go look for it in the ditch!"

Yang Zhenyu cleaned up the table and prepared to go out.

At this time, Zhang Chunqin ran over in a hurry and shouted, "It's not good! It's not good! Wang Xiuying!"

Running to the door, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Xiao Yang is also at home!"

"Aunt Zhang, what's the rush?" Yang Zhenyu asked.

Zhang Chunqin said: "Uncle Liu in Kanshang was beaten by some young men!"

In the Sichuan-Chongqing region, people like to call young people who have been idle for a day in society Shaoyao Mao.

When Wang Xiuying heard this, her expression changed drastically, "Where is it?"

In the most difficult years of the family, Uncle Liu helped Wang Xiuying a lot, and the relationship between the two families in the village was also the closest. Although there were some crazy words from the two of them in the village before, Wang Xiuying and Uncle Liu didn’t take it seriously. , and the relationship is maintained pretty well.

When she heard that Uncle Liu had been beaten, Wang Xiuying was very worried.

"At the fork in the road, there are a lot of people around now!" Zhang Chunqin panted, "I just called Director Zhang, and he said he was working on the street and asked me to ask Xiao Yang for help."

For big and small things that happen in the village, the villagers first go to Director Zhang.

Yang Zhenyu knew that Zhang Mingkang went to the street to withdraw money from Yang Kui today, and it would take some time for him to go back and forth.

Qingmu Township is under the jurisdiction of Longshan Town, and there is no police station. If they call the police, the police from the Longshan Town Police Station will arrive by now, and it may be dark already.

Zhang Mingkang felt that Yang Zhenyu was more prudent, so he first asked Zhang Chunqin to ask Yang Zhenyu to stabilize the scene. At the same time, Yang Zhenyu was also one of the few young people who stayed in the village. Young people need to stand up at this time.

"Grandson, go and have a look!" Wang Xiuying hurriedly urged, if it wasn't for her inconvenient walking, she would have already run over.

"Okay, grandma, don't worry, I'll take care of it!"

Yang Zhenyu responded to his grandma, and followed Zhang Chunqin to the fork in the road.

Zhang Chunqin explained the situation while walking, "A few young men drove and crushed Uncle Liu's duck to death. Uncle Liu went up to stop the car to ask them to reason. Who knew they actually beat Uncle Liu."

"How is Uncle Liu doing now?" Yang Zhenyu asked concerned.

"The corner of the eye is broken! Bleeding all the time!"

"How many of them are there?"

"Four! One by one was very aggressive, surrounded by the villagers!" Zhang Chunqin narrated.

Walking to the parking lot at the fork in the road, more and more villagers rushed over, and some of them even copied the guy.

Sticks, hoes, tongs, and even a spatula!

The situation is serious.

Yang Zhenyu felt that something was wrong. The old people who stayed at home in Yangjiawan Village had little legal awareness, and it didn't matter how serious they were. It would be hard to say if they were beaten to death or maimed.

Yang Zhenyu hurried into the crowd.

"Little Yang is here!"

"Little Yang is here!"

"Xiao Yang, these young men are too aggressive, what do you think they have done to Uncle Liu?"

After accepting the commendation from County Magistrate Qian at the Picking Festival, Yang Zhenyu also has a certain prestige among the villagers. A group of old people are waiting for Yang Zhenyu, a young man, to speak!

Yang Zhenyu took a look at Shaoyao Mao. The four Shaoyao Mao had their heads shaved. Some had tattoos on their arms and some had tattoos on their necks. They were standing in front of an Audi A3 with their hands in their pockets, looking contemptuous look.

If it was a few years ago, when Yang Zhenyu was studying, he might have thought these people were cool, but looking at them now, they are a bunch of idiots.

Yang Zhenyu turned around and walked towards Uncle Liu, reached out and touched the corner of Uncle Liu's eyes lightly, and asked with concern, "Uncle Liu, does it hurt?"

Uncle Liu squinted his eyes and shook his head, "Xiao Yang, it's okay. They crushed your duck to death. If I ask them to reason, they will beat you!"

Your own duck?

Yang Zhenyu went to the side of the road and picked up the dead duck. After a look, it was the green duck that hadn't come home.

Dare to love Uncle Liu to stand up for his family!

Yang Zhenyu was ashamed of Uncle Liu in his heart, and his chest was also ignited.

"Uncle Liu, go to the village clinic to deal with it first, and leave this matter to me!" Yang Zhenyu instructed, "Aunt Zhang, please help me."

"Okay!" Zhang Chunqin stepped forward to support Uncle Liu, "Brother, slow down!"

Yang Zhenyu looked back at the four young yaomao.

"Meddling in other people's business, the jb should be beaten!"

One of them, Shao Yao Mao, read a sentence softly.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your mother say it again?"

"I can't beat you to death! You son of a bitch!"

After the villagers heard it, they pointed at the young men and cursed.

The old people in Yangjiawan are simple and hardworking most of the time, but if you really want to piss them off, they dare to fight you desperately, and they all go all out with the idea of ​​their own fate.

The aura of the four young men was instantly suppressed, and they fell silent.

Shaoyao Mao, who was standing in front of the car, took the initiative to walk towards Yang Zhenyu, took out a pack of Huazi from his pocket, smoked one and handed it to Yang Zhenyu, "Brother, smoke!"

"I don't smoke!" Yang Zhenyu stared at him and said.

Shaoyao Mao put the cigarette into his mouth and lit it. He could see that among this group of people, Yang Zhenyu's words were quite important.

Whether the problem can be solved depends on Yang Zhenyu's attitude!

(End of this chapter)