20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 49
Jiang Xiaodao is beautiful.

It was not because of the wishful "agreement" between him and this little girl, but simply because he was proud of his way of doing what he said. Now that he was looking at Pan Zixiong, he felt that he was also a man.

As for the agreement and the matter of Prime Minister Bai and his wife, he didn't think much about it at all.

Just get married, what a big deal!

The little girl had no legs below the knees, so it was very difficult to carry it on her back. She had to drag her arms to carry it.Jiang Xiaodao couldn't carry it easily, and the little girl's arms were sore from the pain. They were so awkward, so awkward.

After walking out of the room, Gong Baonan was leaning against the wall and asked coldly: "Are you going to carry her all the way to Fengtian like this?"

Jiang Xiaodao tilted his head and said, "Isn't there a donkey cart?"

Hearing his simple answer, Gong Baonan also understood that this boy did not want to save people on a whim. Although he did not think carefully, it was not without a plan.

After settling the little girl, Jiang Xiaodao drove the donkey cart to the middle of the yard, and then returned to the animal room.

Guan Wei faced him and asked: "Want to clear everything?"

"of course!"

Jiang Xiaodao remembered Wang Guihe's words that they were walking on a narrow road, and if things were not done cleanly, there would be a wolf behind them.

His father Jiang Chenghai also warned him that the more afraid he is, the more ruthless he must be.

However, Guan Wei held Jiang Xiaodao's wrist and said, "Xiaodao, in these chaotic times, if you fire off two shots at night, no one is willing to meddle in other people's business. But if you use the gun as a firecracker, it will make too much noise. Then I can’t hold it anymore!”

"Ouch! I didn't plan on using a gun!"

The box gun that Dad gave Jiang Xiaodao originally had ten bullets. One bullet was used to "pass the hall" to test Jiang Xiaodao's courage; one went up the mountain to shoot a roe deer; just two of them hit the hook.

There were still six bullets left, and Jiang Xiaodao was reluctant to use them on Old Mrs. Feng.

"So what are you going to do?" Guan Wei asked.

"Use a knife!"

"I know, the problem is these kids..."

Guan Wei frowned, to be honest, he couldn't do it.

Although they are both killing people, using a knife and using a gun are two completely different things.

Even the executioner, who represents the king's law and carries out executions, is still in awe of life and death when holding the blade.

In comparison, shooting is too easy.

Jiang Xiaodao looked at these children. Although he felt resentful, he couldn't do anything.

"Then insert the old lady first, and then lock these brats here to fend for themselves... Anyway, they... they don't want to go out!"

When Mrs. Feng heard this, she immediately cried out: "Brother Jiang... what are you doing? I really can't understand how much hatred and resentment there is between the two of us? You have to kill me." Really? You think I, an old lady with a scumbag business, can still take revenge on you?"

"You should have thought of today when you were doing such a scumbag job!"

Not out of justice, just out of humanity, Jiang Xiaodao had no sympathy for Mrs. Feng.

But these children...

"Uncle Six, why don't you come!"

Guan Wei's eyes widened and he waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no, Xiaodao, didn't you say you don't need me to intervene!"

"Uncle Liu is despicable and shameless. It is best for you to do this kind of thing that lacks great virtue."

"No, no, no, Xiaodao, you are so cold-blooded and so heartless. How dare I steal your limelight?"

"Uncle Six should come!"

"Let's take the trail!"

"Okay, stop grinding!" Hearing the sound first and seeing the person later, Gong Baonan crossed his arms, leaned against the door, and sighed: "You two, go find Lao Cui quickly, I'll take care of the aftermath!"

When Guan Wei heard this, he quickly clapped his hands and praised: "Lao Qi, it has to be you! I have long seen that, among us, you are the real beast!"

Jiang Xiaodao also felt a little embarrassed, so he came up and wanted to say a few words of flattery: "Uncle Qi..."

"Get out of here!" Gong Baonan yelled angrily, "You two useless things, showing off their teeth like a dog, pretending to be a wolf with a big tail!"

This time, Jiang Xiaodao rarely lost his temper, but when he left, he didn't give Uncle Qi a good face. He muttered before returning to the yard and driving the donkey cart onto the street.

When Guan Wei saw this, he just said with a playful smile, "Thank you, Old Seven, for your hard work," and then followed Jiang Xiaodao to the west railway shed.

After the two left, Gongbao Nanchu stood at the door, looking at the women and children in the room, scratching their heads and gnashing their teeth, and he was also extremely confused.

Seeing that he was reluctant to take action, Mrs. Feng thought that things were slowing down, so she stood up tremblingly.

"Brother...you, can you help me bring a message to 'Owl'..."

It would have been better if he didn't speak. As soon as he started talking, Gong Baonan felt even more upset and confused. He immediately raised his hand and swept it over, and heard a "swish" sound. He didn't know what kind of blade was hidden in his sleeves. Old Mrs. Feng felt a chill on her neck. She instinctively reached out to touch, but she touched a handful of hot, sticky liquid. When she lowered her head, she saw that it was of course blood!

The old lady's eyes widened and she wanted to speak, but there was only a "gurgling" sound in her throat. Every time she wanted to speak, blood would pour from the exposed trachea on her neck.He knelt on the ground, struggled for a while, and finally drowned in his own blood.

The children immediately burst into tears and wailed: "Mom! Mom!"

"Stop fucking screaming!" Gong Baonan stepped forward and kicked him hard several times before shouting to stop.

A group of children could only cower, hang their eyes, and beg Gong Baonan for mercy.

"Uncle, don't hit me, I was wrong! Don't hit me!"

"What the fuck!" Gong Baonan cursed, feeling confused.

Several times I wanted to step forward and end the lives of these children, but several times I couldn't bring myself to do it and backed down.

After struggling for a long time, Gong Baonan let out a long sigh and put his hand into his pocket to fumble around, not knowing what he was rummaging for.

The children thought he was going to copy the guy, so they cried quickly: "Uncle, don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

"Don't scream!" Gong Baonan stretched out his hand, and what was in his palm was nothing but a few pieces of Longyang. "With these money, whether you can survive or not depends on your luck!"

Just when he was about to throw it out in a pretentious manner, he suddenly felt a little distressed. After thinking about it, he took back a few silver coins, exchanged them for large copper coins, weighed them twice, and said, "These are almost enough. "

The child on the ground blinked at him and put back the money he handed over. He had never seen such a person before.

"What are you looking at? Don't think about spending money all the time, little brat, be frugal! Those who are extravagant are easy to learn bad things, you know?"

Gong Baonan rolled his eyes at them, dropped the big coin on the ground, then turned around and left Shopkeeper Feng's house without looking back.

The children were stunned for a while, and then they thought of their dead "mother" again, and crawled over crying, shaking and shouting.

The work of a cup of tea.

The children were a little tired from crying, and their stomachs were growling "Gurgulu", and then they suddenly remembered that they hadn't eaten dinner today.

So he threw himself forward and dragged his mutilated body to the door.

Perhaps they had suffered too much torture. It was obvious that Gouzi and Mrs. Feng were dead, but when they climbed to the threshold, no one dared to climb out first.

After being so entangled for a while, suddenly, there was a slight sound of hunting clothes swinging in the yard.

Then the footsteps approached, and the children looked up, only to see a strange and vague figure blocking the door.

The children were so frightened that they dared not make a sound, and the hairs on their bodies stood up instantly. They felt that the figure of the person in front of them was getting bigger and bigger, as if they wanted to fill the entire room, until they were all swallowed up.

Late at night, something seems to be flowing. The sound is very soft, but it flows everywhere...

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