Siheyuan: The night demon comes, don't sleep too dead at night

Zhang Bingye took out fifty cents from his pocket.

Yan Jiecheng's eyes lit up, ready to jump up and take on the job at any moment.

"Okay, okay, why report this trivial matter to the police, after the Jia family is done, let's discuss this matter."

"What's the matter, please coordinate in the compound first, and call the police if you don't move."

Yi Zhonghai said quickly.

"No humanity at all."

"It's not a thing."

Silly Zhu muttered softly.

A fierce light flashed in Zhang Bingye's eyes.

It seems that the incident last time dealt Shazhu a lighter blow.

Gotta find some more work for this licking dog.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Bingye didn't bother to argue with Sha Zhu.

After a while, Qin Huairu went out with a basin.

The basin was filled with stinky clothes.

"Qin Huairu, is Mrs. Jia tidy?"

Yan Fugui asked.

"I just changed my clothes, I'm going to vomit at home."

Qin Huairu looked embarrassed.

"There's something that needs to be said by her."

"She was the one who poured dung on the gate of the Zhang family. This is so wicked, I have to give the Zhang family an explanation."

Yan Fugui said.

"what?"

"Well, my mother is like this, what else do you want to explain?"

Qin Huairu pursed her lips.

He glanced at Zhang Bingye.

In my heart, I felt that Zhang Bingye was too mean.

"What happened to your mother? I didn't do it."

"She threw feces on the gate of my house. If she didn't give me an explanation, I called the police."

Zhang Bingye said calmly.

"Then, let me tell my mother."

Qin Huairu felt relieved to have a pot of clothes.

Turn back to Jia's house.

After a while, Jia Zhang's yelling sounded from Jia's house.

"This bastard, I haven't asked him to pay for it yet, so you still make me responsible?"

"If I don't throw feces on the gate of his house, can I eat a full stomach of feces?"

"He has to pay me for it."

Jia Zhang changed into clean clothes and rushed out hastily.

"Zhang Bingye, if you don't pay me 50 yuan today, I'll tell you that this matter won't be over."

Jia Zhang was very aggressive.

Yelling loudly.

There was a foul stench in the air.

The big guys pinched their noses one after another.

"Sister Jia, please speak softly."

Liu Haizhong looked uncomfortable.

"Whoever reports to the police for me, the fifty cents will belong to him."

Zhang Bingye ignored Jia Zhang.

Take out fifty cents and hold it high.

"I come."

Yan Jiecheng jumped up and down.

Successfully picked up.

A ruthless look flashed across Jia Zhang's face, and he should call the police for this matter.

Wicked ghosts are really nothing.

"No one can call the police."

Yi Zhonghai drank low.

Call the police at every turn, what's the use of him as a big man.

"Yi Zhonghai, you have to help me."

"This little bastard has hurt me like this, and he still wants me to give him an explanation. Is there such a thing in the world?"

"There are no men in our Jia family, so anyone can bully our orphans and widows."

Jia Zhang's family was miserable.

"Zhang Bingye, although Mrs. Jia did something wrong, she has already been punished."

"You are a big man, don't care about women."

Yi Zhonghai is eager to persuade.

"Zhang Bingye, the Jia family is already in such a difficult situation, why do you have to feel sorry for the Jia family?"

"This thing on the gate, you just wipe it and it's over."

"It's a small stomach to fix things."

Silly Zhu agreed.

"Okay, there's no need to talk about this."

Zhang Bingye took out the key and unlocked the bicycle.

to go out.

"What are you going to do?"

Yi Zhonghai asked hurriedly.

"Step aside!"

Zhang Bingye glared.

Qin Huairu quickly winked at Sha Zhu.

"Tell me what you want the Jia family to do. Let's discuss it later."

Silly Zhu opened his mouth to persuade.

Zhang Bingye stretched out his hand and pushed Yi Zhonghai away.

Yi Zhonghai staggered back.

If it wasn't for Sha Zhu's support, he would have sat down on the ground.

"Sister Jia, if Zhang Bingye really wants to call the police, I won't care about it."

Yi Zhonghai looked at Jia Zhang.

"Just report it. If the police come, what can they do to me?"

Jia Zhang sneered, not paying attention at all.

Qin Huairu's face was gloomy, and she was worried.

Zhang Bingye pushed his bicycle away.

No one stopped.

No one dared to stop.

"Uncle Yi, you don't want me to call the police, that's all right now, Zhang Bingye will go by himself."

"Do you have to compensate me fifty cents?"

Yan Jiecheng said with an unhappy face.

Yi Zhonghai glared at Yan Xiecheng.

"Yan Jiecheng, Uncle Yi doesn't owe you anything."

"Go up to the side quickly."

Shazhu shouted angrily.

"Why don't you owe me that? If Uncle One didn't stop me, I'd have fifty cents in my pocket."

Yan Xiecheng's words are plausible.

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"Old Yi, you are really short of fifty cents."

Yan Fugui also said.

"Are you ready to rely on me?"

Yi Zhonghaiqi clenched his teeth together.

"It's not lame, it's the truth."

"Zhang Bingye originally wanted to spend money to call the police, but you stopped me."

"If he doesn't call the police, then I have nothing to say."

"But now he's going to call the police by himself."

"It's like you took all the money I got."

"Is this the truth, big guy?"

Yan Xiecheng said it as a matter of course.

"Old Yi, I have to say something too."

"It's true that you wiped out Yan Jiecheng's good deeds."

Liu Haizhong also said.

If he can hit Yi Zhonghai, the master of No. 410 [-] in the compound, Liu Haizhong will naturally not be relentless.

"It does seem to make sense."

"If Yan Jiecheng goes to the police, he will indeed get fifty cents."

"It's true that Grandpa Yi didn't fully understand this matter."

"Bad business."

Everyone said one after another.

"Okay, I'll give you fifty cents."

Yi Zhonghai was so angry that he was about to burst.

He gave Yan Jiecheng fifty cents.