Yo, grandpa is here

Chapter 278 Congratulations On Your Big Day
"What are you dawdling about? The bride is about to arrive. Why haven't those pick-ups come over yet? Don't let them get things done first. No, I have to send some people over to look."

This old voice was talking to himself, it was the old man who led Qingqing and others into the village, and the patriarch of Hou Xiaopo!
As the old voice approached, Ermao and Dafa nervously held the throwing knife, and the two pressed against the fat man's neck, one left and one right.

The old man stepped out and saw this terrifying scene at once!
On the cobblestone road under the moonlight, a few figures descended like ghosts. Two half-grown boys clasped his precious son on the left and the other on the right. Each of them held a small knife that was not much longer than a finger.

Although the knife is small, it looks very sharp. The blade reflects the cold light under the moonlight. In front of the two half-sized men, there is a young man with a slender figure and a smile on his face. It is the one who took the initiative Surrender to the white-faced scholar who was ridiculed by everyone for being greedy for life and afraid of death!
The old man's expression was horrified, and he took a step back. Just as he was about to shout, Er Mao moved the knife in his hand, and a fine mark appeared on the fat man's neck, and the fat man howled like a pig being slaughtered.

"Father, I hurt!"

"Let go of me!" the old man scolded angrily.

Ermao and Dafa are holding hostages, so naturally they won't be afraid of him. Ermao just won a battle, and he was very high-spirited. Before Qingqing could speak, he cursed first:
"Smelly shameless old man! You don't even weigh how much your old bones weigh, but you want to provoke my grandma with your dog-headed and toad-faced virtue?"

"Grandma?" The old man's head was blank at the moment, he could only repeat Ermao's last few words mechanically, his mung bean-sized old eyes stared at the knife in Ermao and Dafa's hands, lest he hurt his only blood. .

Qingqing stepped forward, cupped her fists and said, "Old man, today is a very happy day, congratulations."

"Congratulations, you bastard!" The old man was so angry that she yelled, what a happy day, a bad day is almost the same!

At this time, the old man had already realized that the smiling young man in front of him was the root cause of all this.

What cowardice, what greed for life and fear of death, are all pretended!
At this time, Qingqing and the others, in the eyes of the old man, already existed like bandits and robbers, and Qingqing was the leader of the bandits!
"Which hero on the mountain are you guys? Tell me your name. I want to know when Xiao Po, our queen, offended you!" The old man suppressed the urge to scold Qingqing, took a deep breath and said to Qingqing.

Because his son was in his hands, his tone was a bit more polite, but the murderous intent in his eyes was hard to hide. If eyes could kill, Qingqing and the others would have been stared into sieves by him long ago.

Of course, in Qingqing's eyes who have seen big wind and waves, the old man's reaction at this time is nothing more than a barking dog, and he poses no threat to her.

"You're pretending to be innocent. If you hadn't become greedy for us, we wouldn't have bothered to attack you. You have to blame for all of this." Dafa said, and Ermao said yes in an imposing manner beside him. Character.

Qingqing smiled and watched the two little guys show off their power. Proper exercise is also good for the children. She didn't worry about the old man causing any troubles, because the fat fool was in her hands.

The old man probably thought of this, even though he was extremely displeased in his heart, he could only suppress his anger at Qingqing pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and asked humbly:

"Everyone who has something to say is good, don't hurt my son."

This attitude has changed greatly before and after, and Ermao and Da are feverish and bloody. Although they have also fought several battles with Qingqing, they have also seen many people begging for mercy after defeat.

But this time their sense of participation is the heaviest, and their sense of satisfaction in their hearts has surpassed that of the past. They have more and more recognition that the power is the right to speak, and they have realized how great it is to deal with the wicked and beat them to the place where they recognize their father.

"Don't be nervous, we are sent by the government, we won't hurt anyone's life." After Qingqing finished speaking, she took out the yellow book she was carrying with her.

Hearing this, the old man's eyes flashed with joy, and his face unconsciously burst into a surviving smile. He knelt down and bowed down.

"It turned out to be the official, please forgive us."

The old man had a wishful thinking in his heart, thinking that since he came from the government, he would definitely not kill his whole village like a bandit.

At this time, a few more people came out from the back door, and they all came to check after the patriarch hadn't returned for a long time.

Seeing this scene, they all knelt down and worshiped Qingqing.

Qingqing didn't let them get up, she waved the yellow book and continued: "Your abacus was made, and the beads of the abacus were about to hit my face. Knowing that we were sent by the government to make the yellow book, I'm sure we won't slaughter you!" The village will be wiped out, right?"

The old man was busy kowtowing, his thoughts were seen by others.

"But you guessed right, we won't kill you, but today's matter can't be left alone. Are you going to do it publicly or privately?" Qingqing slowly put away the yellow book, and said to Looking at these people, they smiled innocently.

When Ermao and others heard her say the long-lost phrase "Is it public or private", they all felt down-to-earth.

As long as the grandma of the family said this, she must be cheating.

The old man hurriedly replied: "We're private, we're private!"

"It's easy to be private, we release him, and your village compensates us 200 taels."

"200 taels?!!" The old man gasped when he heard this.

Although they were domineering, they also bullied the nearby former Xiaopo Village, but no matter how much they robbed, it was nothing more than a struggle between two poor villages, and this 200 taels was not a small sum.

"Don't want to? Okay, then we'll take this fat man back and let Mr. Zhao decide right from wrong!"

With a wave of Qingqing's hand, the flying knife in Ermao's hand left another light mark on the fat man's neck.

"It's the same thing if you bring back a fat man alive or a fat man dead. You should know what will happen if you attack the official in your village, right? I'll just kill two casually and bring the corpses over there. Master Zhao can also punish you."

Qingqing threw all the blame on Zhao Si and didn't mention a word about her origin.

Anyway, Zhao Si is not a good cake, who does he not blame for these blames?
The old man clenched his teeth angrily, staring at Qingqing and the others, but he didn't dare to say anything. After all, his son was still in his hands, but he was already scolded in his heart.

It's not as good as a bandit, it's 200 taels, how dare you ask for the price!
But the people kneeling next to the old man started to mutter, they all mean what this number means, the whole village has to share the money, the one who wants to rob people and greed is obviously the patriarch, but it is everyone who suffers, this makes everyone Difficult to appease.

So someone said: "Your people didn't suffer any harm, but we—"

The person who spoke looked at the fat man who was hijacked, and then at the unlucky man who fell to the ground and passed out with nosebleeds all over his face. No matter how you look at it, their village must have suffered heavy losses.

(End of this chapter)