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Chapter 243 You decide for yourself, whether to call the police or privately
Poisoned thirteen sheep?

Hearing the news, Jiang Bai also became interested, moved the small bench to lean against his father, and listened carefully.

"Don't worry, uncle, tell me what's going on."

Jiang's father comforted him, and at the same time turned on the phone for hands-free.

Immediately afterwards, an old voice with a bit of panic and exhaustion came from the handset of the mobile phone:
"It's like this..."

Jiang's father's uncle, that is, Jiang Bai's uncle, named Zhao Fushun, lived in Xima Village, and was a real farmer.

The family has several acres of land, where crops such as potatoes, corn, and wheat are planted.

This year, God is still taking care of us, the weather is good, the harvest of food and fruits is not bad, and it is the season of autumn corn harvest.

But, troubles also follow.

A man named "Ma Ergang" in the same village raised dozens of sheep and would often drive the sheep to the mountains to graze and lie down on the ground.

Eating grass is easy to understand. This lying on the ground is to let cattle and sheep excrete in the ground. This is a natural nutrient that can make the land more fertile.

It happened that Zhao Fushun had a piece of land next to the road not far from the village. Ma Er would pass by this road when he was herding sheep. His sheep would often go to the field to eat corn.

Just because of this matter, Zhao Fushun often asked Ma Ergang to argue.

It's useless.

The surname Ma is the common surname of Xima Village, more than half of the village is from the Ma family, and Zhao Fushun came to Xima Village as a door-to-door son-in-law in the early years. His wife was fine when he was there, but when his wife left, he was alone. Those who "married" from other places would have no one to rely on in Xima Village.

Moreover, Zhao Fushun's son died unexpectedly a few years ago.

He is a widowed old man who looks to be in his seventies, while Ma Ergang is in his prime, so it is not clear at a glance who is strong and who is weak.

Later, there was no other way, so Zhao Fushun threw some corn kernels stained with pesticides into his field to prevent his crops from being eaten.

As a result, thirteen of Ma Ergang's sheep were poisoned to death.

"Jun'er, what do you think we should do, thirteen sheep, where can I get so much money to compensate him..."

Zhao Fushun was so anxious that he almost cried.

Jiang Yuejun said in a calm voice: "Uncle, don't worry, I'll come to you now, and I'll take care of the money."

"Okay, okay, then I'll wait for you at home."

"Ah."

After finishing speaking, Father Jiang hung up the phone.

He shouted in the direction of the kitchen: "Ling'er, how much cash does our family have?"

"What's the matter? I didn't understand just now. Did something happen to the old uncle?"

Mother Jiang came out of the kitchen with the cooked noodles and asked.

"Yes."

Father Jiang nodded: "Poisoning the thirteen sheep in the same village is probably quite troublesome. I'll take some money first."

"I don't have much cash at home, I'll give you the card, go get some money and bring it with you."

Mother Jiang didn't hesitate at all, put the noodles on the table, and quickly walked into the room to get the bank card.

When Jiang Bai was in elementary school, because he did not have an urban household registration, he had to pay a "borrowing fee" of several hundred yuan every semester.

Today, a mere few hundred yuan is nothing, but at that time, the family conditions were not good, and it was really impossible to spend so much money.

It was Zhao Fushun who borrowed money to help Jiang Bai's family tide over the difficulties, otherwise Jiang Bai might not even be able to go to elementary school.

Afterwards, the two have been very close.

Now that he is in trouble, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother naturally cannot ignore him.

"Dad, I'll go with you."

Jiang Bai took two mouthfuls of noodles casually, wiped his mouth and said.

Luo Dazhuang also stood up and said, "I'll go and have a look too, maybe there's something I can help with."

"it is good."

Without further ado, the three of them took their bank cards and set off immediately, heading straight for Xima Village.

……

Xima Village.

Street lights are installed in the small corners of the main road, and the road surface is also hardened. It is definitely a different scene from the dirt road that used to be deep and shallow.

In this day and age, even in rural areas, every household is well-groomed.

High fences and iron gates are standard equipment. If the conditions are good, a two-story bungalow will be built, and if the conditions are not good, the old house will be renovated.

The electrical appliances in the house are also very complete, let alone the air conditioner, water heater, TV, washing machine and so on.

There are still cars parked in many people's yards.

How dare you think about this more than ten years ago. At that time, even a little Sanlun was considered a rich family.

But in this thriving new countryside, there is a simple and simple yard, which seems out of place with the whole village.

Low fences, dilapidated gates, and decades-old brick and tile houses.

This is Zhao Fushun's home.

Decades ago, almost every household in Xima Village was like this.

Decades later, others have changed a lot, but Zhao Fushun's family has not changed.

Father Jiang once offered to give Zhao Fushun a good job of repairing the house at home, but he didn't agree. He just said that he is a bad old man, and he can live as long as he can, and he doesn't need to waste people and money.

Father Jiang couldn't hold him back, so he didn't force him.

But today, a lot of people gathered in the usually deserted small courtyard.

"Old man Zhao, I didn't expect you, old Bi Deng, to look so honest, but to be rotten and rotten. You are really not a thing, and I don't bother to talk nonsense with you and lose money!"

"That's right, you old bastard, don't pretend to be pitiful, lose money quickly!"

"It's said on the Internet that it's not the old people who have become bad, but the bad people who have become old. It's just you who are talking about it!"

"They're all from the same village, yet you poisoned Ergang's sheep! You're a shameless person, why didn't you get chopped up by thunder when it rained!"

"..."

A group of men and women yelled at a thin, dark-skinned, stooped old man.

The leader of them is about 1.7 meters tall, with a bald head, triangular eyes, and a little beard on his chin.

He looked about 40 years old, and he was holding a stick in his hand. It was Ma Ergang.

The others are all relatives of his own family.

And the old man blocked by them at the door was Zhao Deshun.

He leaned on crutches and seemed embarrassed.

The mouth opened and closed as if to say something, but the voice was covered by the yelling of this group of people.

"Old thing, don't pretend to be pitiful there, get the money quickly!"

"My thirteen sheep were all healthy and healthy. If they hadn't eaten your poisonous corn, they wouldn't have died at all!"

"One sheep costs 3000 yuan, and the total for thirteen sheep is [-] yuan!"

"For the sake of the same village, I'll give you a discount. If you take out 4 yuan, let's forget about it. Otherwise, I'll demolish your crappy house!"

Ma Ergang was full of hostility, stepped forward, and forced him forcefully.

"Brother Ergang, this, this is too much... how can a sheep be worth 3000 yuan." Zhao Fushun said anxiously.

"Who the hell is your brother." Ma Ergang yelled, "Hurry up and lose money! Otherwise, I'll be rude to you!"

"I really don't have that much money..."

Zhao Fushun said tremblingly.

"No money? I see you old bastard, you don't cry when you see the coffin!"

As he said that, Ma Ergang raised his stick as if to hit him.

But right now.

A hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his wrist!
The force was so strong that it was like iron tongs, which made Ma Ergang feel pain in his wrist.

"Who the fuck are you!"

Ma Ergang yelled at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Jiang Bai said coldly: "If you talk about things, talk about things. You can do it to an old man?"

After the words fell, he pushed suddenly and let go of his hand.

Ma Ergang staggered and took two steps back.

"Xiao Bizi, I think you are tired of working!"

Ma Ergang himself has an unstingy personality, and he can be regarded as a bully in this Xima village. When has he suffered such a disadvantage?

What's more, the other party is just a child in his twenties.

He immediately became angry, stared, and pointed at Jiang Bai with a stick: "Hurry up! Otherwise, I will let you lie here!"

Jiang Bai grinned, looked down and looked around.

Picking up two bricks from the side, they touched each other twice, making a bang bang sound.

"Fuck, do you want to do it?" Ma Ergang immediately smiled dismissively.

Jiang Bai didn't speak, just threw a brick casually, grabbed the remaining one with his left hand, and clenched his fist with his right hand.

Take a deep breath.

Punch out.

"boom!"

Brick broke at the sound, and the upper half flew out directly.

"Fuck!"

Everyone gasped in unison, their eyes widened.

Break a brick with one fist?

What a strange shape is this!
I have to say that Jiang Bai's move was quite effective, at least it deterred the opponent.

Otherwise, if there is a conflict between these dozen or so people, it will be a big deal.

Immediately afterwards, Father Jiang and Luo Dazhuang finally arrived.

The road in front of Zhao Fushun's house happened to be under construction, and the car couldn't drive in, so it could only park at the corner. Jiang Bai ran in first at a high speed, and Jiang's father and Luo Dazhuang were a bit late.

Fortunately, there is no delay.

"Uncle, are you alright?" Father Jiang hurried forward and looked at Zhao Fushun with concern.

"I'm fine, my God, tell people well, don't start a conflict."

Zhao Fushun grabbed Father Jiang's hand and said.

"Ah."

Father Jiang nodded and waved his hand at Jiang Bai, "Son, take good care of your uncle."

Then he took a glance and said coldly: "It's really embarrassing for a dozen of you to bully an old man."

"Who are you? This matter has something to do with you, Ji Ba Mao!?"

Ma Ergang tilted his head and looked at Father Jiang with disdain.

Father Jiang said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about who I am, you just need to know that I will be responsible for this matter from now on, don't look for the old man, just talk to me if you have any demands."

"Okay, then talk to you."

"The old Dong...he poisoned my thirteen sheep by spreading poisonous corn in the field. Is it okay for me to ask him to pay some money?"

Ma Ergang said while kicking his legs.

"There's nothing wrong with it, you should pay for it." Father Jiang nodded.

"If you want this attitude, then things will be easy to handle."

Ma Ergang grinned and said, "Thirteen sheep, 3000 yuan each, a total of [-] yuan."

"I'm not going to make it difficult for you. It's over if you take out the money."

"Thirty-nine thousand?" Father Jiang frowned, "Do you really think I don't understand the market?"

"Now the market price of an adult sheep is 1000 to 1500. Even if it is calculated at 1500, your thirteen sheep are less than 2 yuan."

"Isn't it too much for you to ask for [-]!"

"I'll give you [-] yuan, which is enough to compensate you for your losses."

With that said, Father Jiang took out a wad of bright red cash from his bag.

"Brother, the market is changing with each passing day. The price you know is from a while ago, and it is not this price recently."

Ma Ergang touched his big bald head, and said, "You know "The Sheep Caught a Sheep", right? A little game that has exploded recently."

"Because of this game, the price of mutton has risen sharply in the past few days. It is not a problem at all to sell a sheep for 3000 yuan, understand?"

"Pfft!"

Hearing this, Jiang Bai really couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed out loud on the spot.

A small game can also cause the market price range of mutton, which sounds more outrageous than a sow's ability to climb a tree.

If you want to say that a popular talk show can affect stocks, it is more reliable.

"Little ghost, what are you laughing at!?" Ma Ergang gave Jiang Bai a glare.

Jiang Bai's smile restrained: "I think of happy things."

Ma Ergang snorted coldly, cast his eyes on Father Jiang again, and urged: "I don't think you are a Moji person, so be quick, pay the money and you'll be done."

Father Jiang frowned: "Your sheep died, we should indeed lose money, but this is not the reason for your lion to speak up!"

At this time Zhao Fushun shouted: "Jun'er, don't listen to his nonsense!"

"I put up several signs on the side of the road, which clearly stated that poisonous corn was scattered in the field."

"And I reminded him specifically this morning, but he still drove the sheep to my field. Can it be my fault?"

Ma Ergang poked his neck and said: "I don't know that you are serious, I thought you were just bluffing."

"Oh--"

Jiang Bai was pissed, and laughed jokingly: "You mean, there is no poisonous corn in the field, so you can let your sheep spoil my uncle's crops at will?"

"I didn't mean that!"

Ma Ergang suddenly became angry from embarrassment, waved his hand abruptly and shouted:

"Stop talking nonsense, anyway, my sheep did die after eating the poisoned corn from that old man, and he must pay for the loss!"

"If you don't give me the money, I'll call the police!"

"I've asked someone to inquire about it. If you call the police in this situation, the old guy will not only lose money, but also go to jail!"

"You decide for yourself, whether to call the police or privately."

After finishing speaking, he put his arms around his chest and sneered.

These words really stunned Father Jiang.

Zhao Fushun is almost seventy years old, is it true that he should go to jail?
Father Jiang gritted his teeth and decided to keep it private.

But just when he opened his mouth and was about to speak, Luo Dazhuang who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke:

"Then call the police."

Hearing this, Jiang Bai's eyes lit up immediately, and he came to the state.

Then call the police!
He had heard this sentence from many people.

It's just that those people have all gone to a place where they can eat public meals, so they should be very proficient at sewing machines.

But now, the same sentence came out of Luo Dazhuang's mouth.

It felt different in an instant.

Luo Dazhuang is different from those gibberish monsters. Since he offered to ask the other party to call the police, he must be sure that Zhao Fushun will not bear criminal responsibility.

Never doubt Luo Dazhuang's ability, this is the most reasonable saying that Jiang Bai summed up after dealing with him so many times.

　Thank you Huazai for reading books~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)