Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 1294 Taijun, work in the village
New Year’s Eve.

At four o'clock in the morning, firecrackers were set off in the village. In Han Qian's small room, the two daughters covered their heads with quilts. Chong'er muttered something in a low voice, and Han Qian gently patted his daughter's shoulder.

"Don't talk nonsense. You two have to get up early. Your grandma has prepared red bread for you two."

Chonger sat up, grabbed the little dinosaur's pajamas and put them on, then got off the kang, opened the door and ran to find his grandma, while Lingling turned over and continued to sleep.

I can’t get up! I absolutely can’t get up!
At six o'clock in the morning, Han Qian put on his clothes and went out. He found that many people had already come to the yard. They were all people with whom he had relatively good relationships in the village. Han Qian lit a cigarette and waved to say hello.

"Uncle San, Uncle Er, why are you two here instead of staying at home?"

Han Qian's second uncle was a taciturn man. He just smiled at Han Qian without saying anything. His third uncle was just a name given in the village and he was not a close relative. He asked Han Qian what he was smoking and lit one to taste it.

Gradually, more and more people gathered in the yard. Luo Shen leaned on the window and looked at the people gathered in the yard and asked.

"Does the countryside need so many people to celebrate the New Year? It's so lively!"

Wen Nuan replied with her eyes closed.

"It's not always that there are so many people, because today we are slaughtering a pig and we need someone to help! Besides, our family is considered a big family in the village now. If there is anything in the village, just tell mom and dad, and Xia Ziyi will give some face to us."

Yan Qingqing sat up, grabbed her hair and yawned.

“There’s a saying that goes, a rich man has thousands of relatives, but a poor man has no relatives or friends.”

Cai Qinghu looked at the roof and said softly.

"Don't think so badly of people. There are good people and bad people in the village. It's New Year's Day and your parents will be happy to see you. Why do you always think so much? There are not so many bad people in the world."

Wen Nuan closed her eyes and spoke.

"Feng Lun!"

Yan Qingqing spoke.

"Xue Yang."

Luo Shen turned around and smiled.

"Hook the cannon!"

Cai Qinghu stood up and said angrily.

"You three deserve to die! I'm going to find my husband."

Wen Nuan turned over, closed her eyes, and whispered.

"The pigs are coming!"

Yan Qingqing smiled.

"Your husband ran away."

Luo Shen nodded.

"You can't find your husband."

Cai Qinghu pounced on Luoshen.

"If I can't beat both of them, can I beat you?"

Han Qian, who was hiding at the entrance of the village, was wearing a military coat and smoking a cigarette, looking like a village guard.

"When did Qian'er come back?"

"A few days ago~"

"Uncle Qian'er, what are you doing here? It's quite cold. Are my grandpa and grandma all right?"

"If you go and scold your master, you will know everything."

When an eight-year-old child stood in front of Han Qian and called him "nephew", Han Qian was a little defensive. He took out a red envelope and stuffed it into the child who was older than him, waving his hand.

"Get out of here! If you don't get out of here, I'll pull your dick off!"

The child ran away, and Han Qian squatted at the entrance of the village in a daze.

a little cold.

But they are slaughtering pigs inside!

He really didn't want to go in and take a look. As he was watching, an A6 appeared in Han Qian's sight. Han Qian frowned and muttered softly.

"Oh, our village is awesome! They're driving A6s! Oh, and there's a fleet of cars, what a show~ Oh, oh, why don't we let Changde drive?"

Han Qian was squatting on a rock, and when he saw Cheng Jin getting out of the car, he slapped him on the forehead.

"Cao! I forgot that Changde is Chengjin's driver."

Han Qian stood up and was about to run.

Oh shit!

Why is this old guy Sun Zhengmin here?
"Wait~wait~wait~Xiao Hanqian, what are you looking at me for? You still have to call me uncle, right?"

Han Qian turned around, raised his sleeve to wipe his nose, and laughed.

"Happy New Year, Uncle Sun!" Han Qian walked up to Sun Zhengmin and hugged his neck, secretly kicked Changde's calf, then walked into the yard with his arm around Sun Zhengmin, saying with a smile.

"Why are you here on New Year's Day? Uncle Sun, you don't know how much I miss you!"

When he reached the door, Han Qian picked up a pair of gloves and handed them to Sun Zhengmin. Sun Zhengmin took the gloves and was about to speak, but Han Qian patted Sun Zhengmin's hand and smiled.

"Uncle Sun, wait a minute. I have a treasure! Do you remember the thing I used to fix the curtains in the hospital? I have a similar one at home."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked into the room, then jumped out of the window, walked to the door holding a firecracker. Seeing that Sun Zhengmin was still watching the pig slaughtering with his back to him, Han Qian bent down and lit the firecracker towards Sun Zhengmin.

boom!
There was a crisp sound, and everyone thought it was firecrackers being set off outside and ignored it. The next second, firecrackers exploded among the crowd of people slaughtering pigs, which scared everyone. Sun Zhengmin turned his head and pointed at Han Qian and cursed angrily.

"What's wrong with you, little bastard?"

At this moment, the fat pig that was pressed on the table suddenly broke free from its restraints, stood up and rushed towards the door. Everyone exclaimed. The fat pig rushed along Sun Zhengmin's crotch, carried Sun Zhengmin and ran towards the door. When passing by Han Qian, the little bastard bent down slightly.

"Taijun~Bye bye work!"

“Han Qian, ahhhh, don’t let me catch you, ahhhh~”

Qin Yaozu, Li Yali, Cheng Jin and others who were waiting at the entrance of the village were stunned when they saw Sun Zhengmin riding a pig and disappearing in the village. At this moment, Han Qian jumped on the horse, and the chestnut horse raised its hooves, and Han Qian went to chase Sun Zhengmin.

No matter how much trouble you make, you can't kill this old man!

In just a few minutes, Han Qian caught up with Sun Zhengmin.

"Han Qian, make it stop! Hurry up!"

Han Qian, who was riding a horse, laughed.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Just play for a while. Uncle Sun, I want to ask you something. Did Li Wei call you?"

"Hit, hit, hit! He's coming over today too!"

"let me see!"

"What the hell have you thought about it!"

Han Qian smiled.

"The only way is for me to shoot it, but I don't dare."

"You shoot!"

"I don't have a gun!"

Just as the two were talking, an arrow suddenly pierced the fat pig's head, killing the pig on the spot. Sun Zhengmin fell to the ground with a thud. Han Qian turned his head and looked at the old man standing on the roof not far away.

Han Qian gave a thumbs up, and the old man pointed at Han Qian with anger on his face without saying anything.

Han Qian dismounted and supported Sun Zhengmin, who was lying on the ground groaning in pain.

After Han Qian helped Sun Zhengmin onto the horse, he complained to Sun Zhengmin about his arm pain. Han Qian took out his mobile phone and called an old Chinese doctor. After a long-distance call, it was confirmed that Sun Zhengmin's arm was dislocated and it would be fine if he bent it.

Then a scene that was quite pleasing to the eye appeared in the Han family.

There was no pig on the table anymore. Son Jung-min was lying on the table, and everyone was discussing how to reconnect his dislocated arm.

Qin Yaozu stood aside, looking down at Sun Zhengmin, and whispered with a strange look in his eyes.

"I've heard of slaughtering pigs during Chinese New Year, but I've never heard of killing the deputy chief during Chinese New Year! The deputy chief is lying on the slaughtering table, hahahahahahahahaha."

Qin Yaozu is a very serious person and basically never laughs unless he can't help it.

Sun Zhengmin, lying on the table, cursed at Han Qian.

"Just wait, you little bastard! Wait until my arm gets better, and I'll be the first to hit you! I came to your house to celebrate the New Year, and you let me ride a pig around? Your father is also sick, aren't you afraid that I will shoot him to death with an arrow?"

Han Qian lowered his head and said weakly.

"No one else has this kind of treatment. I've never ridden a pig in my life."

The old man lowered his head and said weakly.

"You know what's going on. I can't shoot you."

At this time, Yan Qingqing, who was half asleep, walked out of the room. Looking at the group of people gathered around the table, Yan Qingqing frowned and said irritably.

"It's so strenuous."

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up a kitchen knife and walked towards the crowd, pushing everyone away and shouting.

"What's the big deal? Why is it so troublesome? This thing can just cut my head off..."

Looking at Sun Zhengmin lying on the table, Yan Qingqing's face was full of surprise. Sun Zhengmin gritted his teeth and said.

"Yan Qingqing, what are you doing!"

Yan Qingqing suddenly thought of a line and smiled innocently.

"Deputy Sun, do you think my kitchen knife is sharp?"

"What! You still want to chop off my head! Do you think you are Fu Dong?"

(End of this chapter)