Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 32, Conflict

Wang Qingsong came to Sun Xiuhe's house, opened the door directly, and walked towards the chicken coop.

"What are you doing? You want to die!"

At this time, Wang Ping came out and shouted.

Wang Qingsong glanced at him coldly and said lightly: "I have a chicken. I forgot to take it yesterday."

At this time, Sun Xiuhe also came out.

Wang Ping rolled up his sleeves when he saw this. It would be a pity not to beat this guy who came to his door.

"Okay, let him take it!"

Just when he was about to pass, Sun Xiuhe said to his son with a cold face.

Wang Ping was a little reluctant when he heard what his mother had said.

He snorted and didn't pass.

When Wang Qingsong saw this, he went directly to the chicken coop. He was not surprised when he saw that there was only one skinny hen left.

She must have kept the other larger one.

It's just that he is a little strange, why is this chicken wilted?
  I got sick?
  impossible.

Then I thought that it must be Sun Xiuhe who caused the trouble. Could it be that he was fed pesticides?
  Forget it, it would be nice to get it.

Take the chicken and come out directly.

It doesn’t matter if you feed them pesticides, you can still eat them.

"Let's eat chicken tonight."

Seeing him leave triumphantly, Wang Ping was a little reluctant: "Mom, you got this chicken from grandma, and you just gave it to him?"

"What if I don't give it to you? The captain and the others were watching it yesterday!"

Sun Xiuhe glared at him, turned around and went back to the room to cook.

Wang Ping was a little reluctant to see Wang Qingsong leave. He looked at a fist-sized brick in the corner and hurried to the firewood pile in the corner.

Stepping up on his feet, he saw Wang Qingsong who had just come over and smashed him over.

"Sigh~~"

The severe pain made Wang Qingsong grin.

Touched his head.

bleeding.

"What a bastard!"

Looking at the blood on his hands, he gritted his teeth and turned around to see no one in sight.

Looking at the chicken in his hand, he took it out of his pocket and took out the rope.

But thinking that the chicken was wilted and there was no need to tie it up, he threw the rope and the chicken on the ground.

He ran back immediately.

He picked up a wooden stick from the ground.

He ran over quickly.

But he didn't notice that his bloody hand touched the Bagua Mirror in his pocket, and was instantly absorbed by the Bagua Mirror.

A wave of fluctuation flashed through, and the Bagua Mirror returned to calm.

At this time, Wang Ping hit someone and was carefully preparing to climb down from the firewood pile, with a trace of pride on his face.

But when he heard the sound of running, he immediately panicked.

He quickly jumped down.

At this time, Wang Qingsong had already entered.

"What a bastard!! I'll kill you!"

Wang Qingsong pointed the stick directly at his head and hit him with one blow.

"Touch~~ah~~"

A scream was heard.

I saw Wang Ping covering his head and wailing there.

When Wang Qingsong saw this, he hit him with a stick again, followed by another scream.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

Sun Xiuhe heard the noise and ran out quickly.

When she saw the scene in front of her, she went crazy and rushed over: "Wang Qingsong, you bitch, do you dare to hit my son?" Wang Qingsong turned coldly when he saw this, and pointed the stick at the other person: "Sun Xiuhe, try it. Try, your son hit me with a brick, my head was bleeding."

As he spoke, he stretched out his bloody hand.

Seeing this scene, Sun Xiuhe's chest heaved with anger.

He turned to look at his son who was wailing there, and ran over quickly: "Son, are you okay?"

"It hurts, mother, it hurts!"

Wang Ping was wailing there.

"Ah! It's bleeding!"

Sun Xiuhe was shocked when she saw her son's hands bleeding.

Then he turned his head sharply and looked at Wang Qingsong: "If something happens to my son, I will never be done with you."

"Humph, it won't be over until it's over!"

Wang Qingsong snorted coldly and said coldly: "Take care of your own little brat. If you can't do it, call his eldest brother and his uncle. I'll also call my eldest brother, second brother and my uncle." Come, let’s have a good talk.”

After speaking, he bared his teeth, snorted, and left directly.

Who is afraid of who!
  Looking at Wang Qingsong leaving, and then at her injured son, she came directly to the gate.

Sitting on the ground, he wailed: "Oh, I can't survive! Wang Qingsong is going to kill someone!"

Wang Qingsong turned his head and glanced, not even bothering to pay attention to him.

Come to the hen, pick up the chicken and the rope, and leave directly.

Soon a group of people gathered around Sun Xiuhe's house.

Captain Zhao Datian naturally came over and asked with a frown: "What's going on? What's the noise about?"

Sun Xiuhe sat on the ground, crying and slapping her thighs: "Oh, Wang Qingsong hurt my son's head. I got that chicken from my natal family. Didn't my son just say a few words? As for the Is his head beaten like this?"

He never mentioned that it was his son who hit him first.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Datian walked directly into the compound and happened to see Wang Ping standing up from the ground with his head covered.

"Third Grandpa, Xiaosong hit me! Look, I'm bleeding."

Wang Ping was also crying there.

Hearing this, Zhao Datian frowned, and then said to Sun Xiuhe: "The child is injured, why are you still mourning there? Get some grass ash to stop the bleeding. Don't get chilblains in this winter."

But Sun Xiuhe didn't get up, and was still crying; "Hey, I can't live this life! You bully us who are not in charge."

Zhao Datian took a deep breath and shouted: "Okay, no more numbers! I'll ask Qingsong later."

After saying that, he turned his head and left.

When the others saw this and knew that it was between Wang Qingsong and Wang Qingsong, they also dispersed.

It’s really hard to say this kind of thing.

It is possible that Wang Qingsong was driven out with a grudge.

Of course, it’s possible that Wang Ping provoked people first.

"Mom, what should I do here?"

Wang Ping watched the people leave and asked his mother who was crying on the ground.

Hearing the sound, Sun Xiuhe got up, walked into the courtyard as if mourning, and locked up the courtyard.

"Let me get you some grass ashes! I'll tell you later that he was the one who made the move first, so why don't you make him stink in the village? Tell your brother to go back."

While talking, he took his son to the main room.

Sun Xiuhe lifted up her son's hair. When she saw the blood on it, she started to curse again: "This bastard is very cruel."

Then he started to complain about his son: "Why did you say you had nothing to do with him?"

At the same time, he grabbed a handful of plant ash from under the stove and pressed it directly on the wound.

Wang Ping gritted his teeth in pain and muttered: "Mom, then I really have to go find the eldest brother! Besides, the eldest brother can't beat his second brother, and I'm older than him. If I can't beat him, I still want to find the eldest brother. How embarrassing!"

When Sun Xiuhe heard this, he was also confused for a while.

Fights these days are not about who is right or who is wrong, unless it is a principled error that makes the other party unable to hold his head up at all.

Otherwise, the competition is between brothers!
  He has only one adult son in total, and the one in front of him means only two.

But there are three in Wang Qingsong's family.

I have brothers, but I also have uncles!

(End of this chapter)