Eight zero peasant girl

Chapter 141

Looking at the tall figure of the man, Zhou Liang asked worriedly: "Be careful!"

With dark eyes fixed on Meng Tang, who was as agile as a cheetah, the man couldn't help tugging at the black rope on his wrist.

With a bang, he punched the man in the chest, the man dodged sideways, and at the same time swept his legs, Meng Tang jumped neatly to avoid the attack.

One punch and one palm, one attack and one defense, and the offense and defense were switched. For a while, the two were evenly matched, and neither would give way to the other.

The man stared vigilantly at Meng Tang, who was sweating profusely but had extremely firm eyes, and was hit on the chin by her without noticing it for a moment.

Clutching his chin in pain, the man raised his foot and kicked Meng Tang's stomach. Fortunately, Meng Tang was short and rolled to the side to avoid the attack.

After fighting for a long time, Zhou Liang was worried that Meng Tang was exhausted, so he proposed, "Tangtang, can I fight him for a while?"

"No, just guard your escape route and don't let him escape."

"Ah!"

The man sneered, shook his arms, and pulled off his shirt, revealing his powerful arms.

Glancing at the man calmly, turning her palm slightly, Meng Tang rushed forward again with a whimper.

Master said, those who are good at fighting are not afraid of fighting.

The man stared at Meng Tang who was stronger than before, and couldn't help cursing.

Did this little girl grow up eating iron?

The battle situation was tense again. Meng Tang was short in stature but quick in action; the man was tall in stature but slow in his movements. As time passed, the petite Meng Tang gradually lost her advantage in terms of strength.

After being knocked down by men two or three times in a row with sweeping moves, Meng Tang's heart was ruthless.

So, must use nirvana!

Looking at the stone not far away from the corner of the eye, Meng Tang seduced the man without leaving a trace. Suddenly, she jumped up in the air, crossed her legs like scissors and clamped the man's head.

"Brother Liang, come and help me!"

Meng Tang struggled to push the man to the ground and clasped his hands. Zhou Liang looked at the man's legs kicking in mid-air and bound him with a snap.

Looking around, he was about to find a rope to tie the man's hands, when suddenly there was a huge roar not far away, followed by a strong light.

Looking down at the man's weird smile, Meng Tang urged sharply: "Brother Liang, drag him aside!"

When Meng Tang and Zhou Liang lifted the man's body tremblingly, a motorcycle whizzed past them, and the man's body was snatched by the person sitting on the motorcycle. Walk.

"Tangtang, chase after!"

"Brother Liang, forget it, I can't catch up."

In an instant, the shadow of the motorcycle disappeared from the alley.

"Just let them run away?"

"Can't run away, not even one of them! Let's go to the police station to report the case tomorrow morning, they are waiting for the whole country to arrest you!"

Zhou Liang's complexion improved slightly, he caught a glimpse of the object in Meng Tang's hand inadvertently, and asked curiously: "Tangtang, what are you holding in your hand?"

"When the motorcycle robbed someone, I pulled it off the guy's wrist. It looked like a bracelet. This bracelet is definitely not ordinary. Let's go to the pawn shop tomorrow and ask."

"Row!"

A night walk came to an end, and the two walked to the ward together.

As soon as he arrived at the door, the sound of weeping came from the ward.

Her mother really loves to cry, and the flood of Jinshan is probably nothing more than that!

Hearing the voice in the ward, Zhou Liang grinned in embarrassment: "Tangtang, I'm sleeping in the corridor, so I won't go in!"

"Well, I'll let my brother come out to accompany you later!"

Pushing open the door of the ward, meeting Meng Jiesheng's unlovable gaze, Meng Tang pretended not to see him and looked away.

"Dad, does your head still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt!"

"The doctor said your injury needs to be observed and you should stay in the hospital for at least a week."

Hearing that he was going to stay for a week, Meng Huaqing urgently refused: "No, I'll go back tomorrow."

Seeing her father's resolute attitude, Meng Tang turned to look at Li Guiying, and explained: "Mom, please persuade Dad. The injury on Dad's head is very dangerous. The doctor said not to move around."

"Father, baby, you can earn more money if you lose money, but if you lose people, what should our three mothers do?"

"I have to go back tomorrow."

"Baby and his father..."

Directly interrupting the bitter scene between the two, Meng Tang took out the hospitalization list from his pocket.

"Dad, I have money. I paid three hundred at the nurse's station just now, and the nurse said it was just enough to live for a week."

Meng Jie, who had nothing to love in life, suddenly pouted and looked shocked: "Sister, where did you get so much money?"

From the corner of the eye, seeing her parents also looked puzzled, Meng Tang sighed deeply, and put the one and thirty cents in her pocket into Li Guiying's hand.

"Here, that's all I have!"

Receiving his wife's gaze, Meng Huaqing asked tentatively, "Daughter, who did you borrow for the three hundred hospital expenses?"

"My own private money."

Meng Jie shook his head vigorously, doubting his face: "I don't believe it, where did you get so much private money, hehe, did Brother Liang give it to you?"

They often go to and from school together, how could she have time to earn private money, brother Liang must have lent it to her.

In addition to going to school, Brother Liang sometimes makes up all kinds of gadgets to sell in the town, and occasionally goes to other people's homes to help out and earn some money. You know, Brother Liang is a hidden little rich man!

"Last year, I dug another ginseng plant on the mountain and sold it secretly for 300 yuan; at the beginning of this year, I went to the back mountain to dig some herbs, and sold them for 50 yuan; In April, Brother Liang and I dug a lot of bamboo shoots to sell in the county town, and we made a lot of money. But not long ago, I went to the town to buy seeds, and sent letters and some food to Uncle Wu, which also cost me a lot, excluding the hospitalization fee , I only have one yuan and thirty-eight cents left in my private money!"

One thirty-eight cents, it was really all her private money!
Looking at his unusual younger sister in amazement, Meng Jie complained unhappily: "No wonder you have so many homework books and extra-curricular books. You bought them yourself. Sister, we are brothers and sisters. Why are you hiding money from your own house?" Tuck in."

Staring at Meng Jie with a half-smile, Meng Tang directly pointed out: "Don't you also have private money?"

"I don't, you less..."

Meng Huaqing stared lovingly at Meng Tang, who had clear eyes and was exceptionally intelligent, and refused again: "Girl, I didn't expect you to be so capable, but Dad can't spend your money. You go to the nurse's station to get the money back, and save it for future school use. "

"I paid all the fees, and I can't get it back. Dad, you can stay in the hospital without worrying about it. Don't think so much. As for the money, we can earn more in the future. I heard from Xiao Yu that if you can get the first place in the town in the final exam, you will be rewarded with 50 yuan." ?”

The elders who have suffered, always guard the family wealth and pass it on to their children. No matter how hard they are, the children will always be the first!
Different perceptions in different times, she used to think it was cumbersome, but now it is more warm.

Li Guiying opened her mouth wide in surprise: "So many rewards?"

"Well, Dad, Mom, I said before that our family will not be poor forever. As long as I study well, I can get rewards every year. When I am admitted to a good university, there will be more rewards. Don't worry, it's okay How long, my daughter will let you live in a big house."

"Sister, can you still make money if you study well?"

　I paid the manuscript fee today, what should I say?

　　I'm a little disappointed. I wrote one book after another, and I was really desperate. Every time I write a book, I hope to have a good result, but things backfire. It's not that I can achieve success through hard work. Always sad!
　　All the authors in the same period have reached level [-] or level [-], and I am the only one who is still a level [-] author. It can be said that the author who is so transparent is really tired!

　　Ahhh, so sad, am I not suitable for writing?
　　Obviously I have put my heart and effort into it, but the novel I write is always very different from my expectations. I really want to be a hit, but it seems that something is always missing!
　　Probably I'm not persistent enough, and I don't have the willpower to persist, otherwise why is it so bad.Bad, really bad, very bad!

　　But I will finish this book, as I said to everyone before, no matter what, the novel is not wrong, it has to end completely.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)