Eight zero peasant girl

Chapter 67 Crisis Comes
Eyes widened in shock, Meng Tang showed an indescribable expression.

"Grandpa, after the new year, I'm only seven years old!"

Meng Chengwen asked angrily: "Why, do you want to talk at the age of eight?"

"Grandpa, I'm still a child!"

"Hmph, let me remind you first, if you dare to follow your uncle's old path, I will definitely break your leg."

What is this, she looks like a silly girl with a love head?
Why do you feel that grandpa has a rustic and domineering president!
Seeing Meng Tang's extremely perfunctory expression, Meng Chengwen seemed to be possessed by the dean, and kept talking to her along the way.

Suddenly, the trouser waist loosened, as if it was about to fall off, Meng Chengwen quickly put down the pen and paper, grabbed the bottom of the trousers, and said in embarrassment: "Girl, I'll go to the grove to solve it. You wait for me on the road."

"it is good!"

Turning her back, Meng Tang squatted down with a snickering smile.

Grandpa's death scene, you have to publicize it to your friends when you go back!
Staring at the desolate and dead weeds with a smile on his face, he pulled out a weed and put it in his ears.

The piercing sound was transmitted from the eardrum to the brain, and Meng Tang couldn't help humming a ditty.

Although life in the countryside is simple, you can always find some strange things, such as sweet grass that can be chewed, and dandelions that can float far away when you blow it lightly.

Around winter, there are no flowers and no grass, and it looks desolate and lonely, but if you observe carefully, you will find a lot of fun, such as the clearly visible bird's nest, and the kudzu root buried deep in the soil.

He was concentrating on playing with the withered grass, when he suddenly heard the sound of deliberately light footsteps, Meng Tang looked up expressionlessly.

Two burly men with their bags on their backs walked towards her, chatting and laughing. Meng Tang casually glanced at her and lowered her head to play with the weeds again. But before she moved her fingers, her expression suddenly changed.

There was something wrong with these two people, and they glanced sharply at the two strong men with stiff bodies.

When they realized it, Meng Tang hurriedly lowered her head to avoid it.

It’s tricky!
One heart was very flustered, and unconsciously picked up the stick on the ground, Meng Tang shouted towards the direction of the grove: "Grandpa, are you alright?"

"All right."

After receiving the affirmative answer from her grandfather, Meng Tang was slightly relieved, but she was keenly aware of the scrutinizing eyes of the strong man, and couldn't help raising her heart again.

I don't know if the female thief's hateful words affected her, or if she was too sensitive, but she always felt that these two men paid close attention to her.

Looking down at the big wooden stick in his hand, Meng Tang handsomely threw away the weeds, and majestically held the wooden stick to perform a set of stick techniques.

"Zhenshan Shawei Stick" is a self-made stick technique by the master. It is said that when he was fighting wild animals in the deep mountains and wild forests, he was forced to pick up a stick because he had no weapons in his hands, and beat back the beasts with tricky stick techniques. It was revised many times, and finally got this name, which means to knock the mountain and shake the tiger, and kill the beast.

Whether they have other ideas or not, but in the end don't mess with her!

Meng Tang vigorously played stick skills, and the two strong men walked slowly to a place not far from Meng Tang to watch, bowing their heads and muttering a few times from time to time.

After playing a set of stick techniques for about 10 minutes, Meng Tang took a break.

These two people have been staring at her, what on earth are they trying to do?
Raising her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead, Meng Tang lowered her eyes to hide her unswerving expression.

Seeing that Meng Tang had stopped playing with the stick, the taller man rushed forward, but before he had taken a few steps, the shorter man pulled the man behind him with a big hand, stared at Meng Tang with a smile and asked, "little sister , what did you practice just now?"

Seeing the man's small movements, Meng Tang firmly held the wooden stick, stepped back two steps pretending to be timid, and replied in a low voice: "Dog-beating stick!"

"Little sister, my friend and I came from the next county. I heard that there are mountains in your county, but we don't know the direction. Do you know where to go?"

Why, go to their village?

Cooperating with her, she treats others as bad guys!
Meng Tang blinked her big round eyes, and was about to answer, when she heard the sound of humming and humming from the grove, she turned her head curiously, and saw her grandpa walking towards her pale with silver hair standing on end.

Grandpa didn't go to the woods to solve personal hygiene problems, why does he look like this?

Seeing this, Meng Tang was about to make some jokes when her heart beat violently, as if warning of something!
Trembling and squatting down, Meng Tang supported his knee with one hand, and quietly looked at the man behind him from the corner of his eye.

Seeing her squatting down, the tall man seemed very happy, and he pulled the backpack with joy on his face. At the same time, Meng Tang saw a bundle of thick ropes hidden in the man's backpack.

A knot of the thick rope was exposed from the mouth of the backpack. The man carefully glanced at Meng Tang's back, and slowly approached her, while another strong man took out a piece of blue cloth from the backpack.

Malicious urgency came from behind, Meng Tang bit her lip hard, and was about to slip away quietly, but when she looked up, she saw her grandfather approaching her step by step through the grove, biting her back molars and shouting: "Grandpa, there are bad guys! "

After finishing speaking, he quickly rolled around on the ground, away from the two strong men.

The sudden roar made the short strong man tremble in fright, then he stared at Meng Tang viciously, and couldn't help yelling: "Bitch!"

Then viciously ordered: "Second, grab it directly! Remember to tie it up firmly."

Meng Chengwen was shocked to see two strong men approaching Meng Tang with thick ropes, and couldn't help shouting anxiously: "Girl, run!"

The strong man's intentions were obvious. Meng Tang ran straight forward holding the wooden stick nervously. Perhaps because of his daily morning run, the short strong man chased him for a long time but failed to catch up.

Panting, the man supported his waist and shouted sharply: "If you don't stop, you won't be able to see your grandpa again!"

Trembling in her heart, Meng Tang turned her head and saw that her grandpa was caught in the hands of a tall and strong man at some point, and her rough hands grabbed the collar forcefully, lifting him off the ground.

Grandpa's thin face was unusually red, and Meng Tang knew it was caused by insufficient blood supply, so she couldn't help scolding: "What's coming at me, let go of my grandpa!"

"Come here and we'll let him go."

Meng Chengwen blushed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Girl, leave me alone, go to the police station and call the police."

"Okay, let's go! When you come back, he will be a corpse. Little girl, do you know what a corpse looks like? Uncle told you, a corpse, roll your eyes and vomit blood, your body is limp, and you will never speak again, hehe , go to the police!"

The man's eyes were vicious and ruthless. If she really went to the police, maybe grandpa would be...
No, she can't call the police, but she can't let them manipulate her either. Once she falls into their hands, it will definitely be bad luck.

Meng Tang calmly thought about the countermeasures, but the strong men didn't give her a chance to think. The tall strong man punched Meng Chengwen hard on the stomach and threatened again: "Come here quickly, or the next punch will not only be in the stomach .”

"I have no grievances with you, what are you going to do?"

　Ahhh, why can't I save the manuscript?Why the collection is only three hundred, so sad, so desperate!

　　But you still have to work hard, some things, if you don't work hard, then you will not succeed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)