Super Red Packet

Chapter 247
It can be seen that everyone has great hopes for Meng Xiaoben's trip to the town.

However, after Meng Xiaoben, Lin Yun, and village chief Meng got out of the car, their faces were stern.

The villagers immediately understood that the negotiations with the town government had not been successful.

No one made a sound, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy.

The three entered the room and sat down.

Looking around, Meng Xiaoben saw pairs of simple and disappointed eyes.

"Third..." An old man in his 90s finally spoke, but he only uttered two words and stopped.

This old man is the patriarch of Mengjia Village.

Meng Laosan looked at Meng Xiaoben.

His eyes were full of disappointment and comfort, and then he turned around and said to everyone, "Xiao Ben, I've tried my best."

The crowd let out a sigh of relief.

Then a woman sobbed, like a wife before sending her husband to war, the sorrow of being a widow that made her unable to control her emotions.

As soon as this woman cried, the other women all started crying too.

In the big house of the village committee, there was a burst of crying.

The patriarch stood up tremblingly, and walked out slowly, wiping his eyes while walking: "It seems that there is going to be a catastrophe in Mengjia Village."

The old man walked to the door, stopped, looked around at everyone, then heaved a long sigh, turned and walked into the night.

The village head had a dark face, round eyes, bit his lips tightly, and looked out the dark window without saying a word.

His two hands were clenched tightly, and he slowly put them on the table. He raised his fist and slammed it hard on the table. A deep and terrifying voice came out of his mouth: "It's not a disaster to escape, it's a disaster." Can't hide! Fight!"

After Meng Laosan finished speaking, he stood up and walked slowly to the door.

Standing in the corner of the wall was a big hoe, long and sharp, with a shiny tip. Under the light, the impulsive light before killing people flashed.

Meng Laosan reached out to take the hoe in his hand, and gave a pause to the ground. The tip of the hoe hit the concrete floor, making two "clicks", like the sound of a butcher sharpening his knife before killing a pig.

"Now, it's 11:30, and the big battle is about to happen. You two, go back to the city, don't see this scene, this scene is not for you. Go back, if you want to, come back tomorrow morning, and collect your third uncle's body. "

Meng Laosan looked at Meng Xiaoben, his eyes were solemn and heroic, like a warrior showing his heroism before going to the battlefield!
Meng Xiaoben shook his head: "No, third uncle, I'm a child of Mengjia Village. Mengjia Village is in trouble, so I can't run away."

"Xiao Ben, leave quickly!" Someone shouted.

"Xiao Ben, you are a scholar, this kind of thing does not belong to you." Someone said again.

Meng Xiaoben knew that there was nothing wrong with retreating at this time.A key college student who is rare in Mengjia Village cannot just take risks like this. He is an excellent seedling in Mengjia Village and has done good things to the village. Moreover, his brother died, so he is the only seedling in the family. Logically, he is not allowed to play in this scene. .

However, if he retreats at some point, he will be guilty for the rest of his life.

His clan brothers will be heroic on the battlefield, but he will live in this world without a doubt.

Moreover, with his martial arts skills, with his unique skills, maybe he can resist the opponent?
"No, I can't go. After all, I have practiced martial arts for several years, and I have a little bit of kung fu. If I don't play in this kind of thing, who will play?"

Meng Xiaoben said calmly and energetically, his eyes were very calm.

Meng Laosan came over and took Meng Xiaoben's hand: "My good boy, third uncle has been moved by you coming back from Jiangcheng specially. You have contacted senior officials, the county magistrate and the town mayor, and you have done everything you should do. It's up to people to plan things, but it's up to God to make things happen. If this thing can't be done, the third uncle and the whole village have already thanked you. You don't want to participate in the matter of the bayonet seeing red. Just now we went to the town government compound and saw it. There are more than 200 people, all of whom are strong and strong men. The total number of adult men at home in our Mengjia Village is only more than 80. Tonight, it will be a battle of great disparity in strength, and many people will be killed or injured. Are you admitted to university? Easy, third uncle doesn't want you to die on such a meaningless occasion, you should do more."

Meng Xiaoben was so moved, tears rolled in his eyes, sparkled under the light, and then rolled down slowly.

"Why?" Someone in the crowd said, "They are all surnamed Meng. They share the blessings and difficulties. Why do some people go up and others don't? What's wrong with Meng Xiaoben? He's not from Mengjiacun anymore? If If he doesn't go, don't go back to Mengjia Village, his wife and sister-in-law will also move out of the village for me!"

After this utterance, someone took over the conversation: "That's right! If you want to die, everyone will die together!"

Someone said again: "You guys still have a little bit of blood? Brother Meng Xiaoben has passed away, and the family has a widow, a wife and an old mother. What if something happens to him, what will his mother do? We can't let his mother lose her husband, her parents, etc. After the son, let's lose the last youngest son! He is the only seedling, so he doesn't need to be born."

"No, I have to go. I'm still the only seedling!" Someone shouted.

With this cry, the crowd seemed to have nothing to say: among those who participated in the battle, there were quite a few only sons.

Meng Xiaoben smiled slightly, but the smile was fleeting, and said softly: "This is right, I, Meng Xiaoben, will definitely go."

"No!" a woman's voice yelled.

Everyone turned around and saw that it was none other than Xiaoben's sister-in-law Fang Yulan who was shouting.

Sister-in-law pushed aside the crowd and rushed to Meng Xiaoben.

In Meng Xiaoben's memory, sister-in-law has always been gentle and refined, speaking in a low voice, with kind and gentle eyes.But at this moment, sister-in-law's eyes sparkled, full of wildness.

"Xiao Ben, you can't go! Go back to the city, hurry up." The sister-in-law grabbed Meng Xiaoben's arm and dragged him outside the door.

Meng Xiaoben had never touched his sister-in-law's hands. These hands were as white as jade and as soft as cotton. They were naturally beautiful. Although they were doing farm work, they still looked soft.At this moment, these hands grasped Meng Xiaoben's arms, and a strange feeling suddenly appeared, which immediately spread throughout his body.

Meng Xiaoben was greatly shocked, and his face turned slightly red.

After my brother and father passed away, my mother was in poor health, and my sister-in-law did most of the work at home.During the three years of high school, every penny Meng Xiaoben spent was earned by his sister-in-law sweating in the fields.

When Meng Xiaoben was in high school, during the intense study, he swore countless times: I must be promising, earn a lot of money in the future, buy a car and a house, and give it to my sister-in-law to repay her kindness.

But now, as long as Meng Xiaoben leaves Mengjiacun, the situation will be different.

The sister-in-law will leave a bad name in the village.

Especially those widows who have lost their husbands will point to their sister-in-law's back and spit.They would scold: "Whose family's men are not human? Just your Meng Xiaoben's life is precious?"

And sister-in-law, a woman with strong self-esteem, will not be able to survive in the spittle, and will eventually be drowned in the village by the spittle.

Rumors are like knives.

This point, Meng Xiaoben is very clear.

Therefore, Meng Xiaoben decided in his heart: he can't walk away.

"No, sister-in-law, I've decided to stay and fight with everyone." Meng Xiaoben gently held his sister-in-law's wrist.

This wrist is as soft as tofu, and as slippery as grease, holding them makes people dare not use force, for fear of damaging this exquisite product in the world.

(End of this chapter)