Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

Another five or six people were so greedy that they couldn't kneel down, and they all stood up and left with complaints on their faces.

Now except for Shazhu and Yi Zhonghai.

There are only four or five people left.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the door was opened again, and Song Qingshan was still holding a kitchen knife in his hand. Everyone was terrified to see it, and they all got up and fled.

"Godfather, no, I have something to do and I won't be with you tomorrow." Silly Zhu said, running faster than anyone else.

I just knelt all afternoon and my legs became numb.

He didn't take two steps, and fell down and ate his shit, and it took him a long time to get up.

Only Yi Zhonghai was left kneeling.

Song Qingshan didn't look directly at Yi Zhonghai, and rubbed the kitchen knife against the wall.

Yi Zhonghai was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, he was just about to stand up and leave secretly.

"Let you go?".

199 Ran Qiuye Appears! ! !

Even if it's just a word.

However, Yi Zhonghai, who was kneeling on the ground, was shocked. Could it be that the old man wants to take a knife on me?

in the dark.

Yi Zhonghai looked at the gleaming kitchen knife with eyes full of confidence.

At this moment, there is also a look of panic.

"Old man, let's talk if we have something to say, but don't use a knife, it's a violation of the king's law." Yi Zhonghai looked at Song Qingshan standing on the steps, this hunched old man.

I'm really afraid that he will throw a kitchen knife directly at him.

"Yi Zhonghai, you also have times when you are afraid. You said that you should be the first uncle in your yard. We don't mess with the river. Why do you always have trouble with me, an old man?"

"Okay, I get it now."

Song Qingshan squinted his eyes at Yi Zhonghai and asked himself and answered, "A few years ago, you were sent to prison once."

"These years, look at me as a hundred-year-old man, but I gave birth to four or five sons at once. You are young and strong, but you are an extinct family."

"I can only recognize one godson, Shazhu."

"My heart is unbalanced, and I feel jealous. Watching my old man's sons jumping around in the yard every day, it feels like I'm slapping you in the face."

"You're right?"

In my memory.

This was the first time since Song Qingshan came to this courtyard that no one else was present, he had a face-to-face conversation with Yi Zhonghai.

But every word struck Yi Zhonghai's heart like a lightning strike.

Hit the nail on the head.

Yi Zhonghai has to admit that he really sees the problem thoroughly when he is old.

He just spoke his mind.

I have been against old man Song all these years, because I let myself squat inside for a few years, which seriously affected my work in the factory.

And then.

It was Song Qingshan, a hundred-year-old man who gave birth to several sons one after another.

Every time it was rumored that Qin Huairu was pregnant again.

Yi Zhonghai went crazy with jealousy.

Especially during the twins, Yi Zhonghai, who had never beaten his wife before, beat Aunt Yi violently because of a small incident.

He wanted a child of his own so badly.

Dozens of times stronger than Xu Damao.

"Old man, I feel much more at ease when you speak up today."

Yi Zhonghai gradually calmed down.

He didn't deny what Song Qingshan said, he admitted it openly.

"Then go."

"It's not that my old man is magnanimous and spared you, but that I will keep some accounts for you first."

"Wait until the day you can't remember, it will be your death date."

"30 don't mess with the old Chinese doctor."

"Otherwise, one day you will die without knowing why."

"Understood, young man."

Song Qingshan looked at Yi Zhonghai with a half-smile, which was definitely an alarmist talk.

With his current medical skills.

Killing one or two people without anyone noticing is not a problem at all.

"Understood, old man."

Yi Zhonghai's heart trembled, he quickly stood up from the ground, and strode away from the backyard.

"Godfather, you, are you okay?"

After Sha Zhu escaped just now, he had been standing at the door of Yi Zhonghai's house and waited. Now when he saw his godfather came back, he quickly stepped forward and asked.

"fine."

Yi Zhonghai's face was gloomy, and he waved lightly towards Sha Zhu.

There was a lingering fear in his tone.

"It's fine, I know it's another feint to send the old man off, and I know I'm going out with a kitchen knife to scare people."

"If you have the ability, chop one or two and see."

Sha Zhu was indignant.

"Okay, stop shouting, if there is nothing serious within a year, don't run back."

Yi Zhonghai asked a silly question.

Then he stopped talking and went straight home.

"Ok?"

"Godfather is softening?"

Silly Zhu looked at the back of his godfather Yi Zhonghai with a puzzled face, feeling decadent all of a sudden.

"It seems to be threatened and frightened."

Silly Zhu shook his head.

Instead of going to Yi Zhonghai's house, he chose to go back to rest.

There is still a blind date tomorrow.

He wants to adjust his state to the best, if the girl is really as good as her sister said.

Then take it in one fell swoop.

"Old man, are everyone gone?" Qin Huairu asked tentatively when he saw his old man walk into the house.

"gone."

Song Qingshan threw the kitchen knife on the chopping board, looked at the little daughter-in-law, Qin Huairu said: "In three years, no one will dare to make trouble."

in fact.

What Song Qingshan said was a bit conservative.

Don't say three years.

Even within five years, Yi Zhonghai would not dare to make trouble again.

This time he was completely terrified.

As for the other shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the yard, half of them have already been sent to jail.

The rest of these can't afford any big waves.

Therefore, Song Qingshan's wave of feigning illness and feigning death has gained a lot in general.

Five years of peace.

Especially in the turbulent era that will follow, full of unknown dangers.

Before that, subdue some people in the courtyard.

Can save a lot of trouble.

"This time I can rest easy." Qin Huairu was completely relieved when he heard what his old man said.

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at this time.

08:30 in the evening.

In the Red Star Police Station, Zhang Guodong has been suffering from headaches for the past few days.

To interrogate these people.

A large house was specially vacated and all these people were detained together.

Every day there are complaints again.

As long as you go in, you will be crying and howling.

"Director Zhang, the application has almost been completed, I think it should be handed over to the next department for judgment."

A police officer came to Zhang Guodong's office.

In his hand was a thick stack of documents, all of which were the written confessions of the gang from the Red Star Courtyard.

"How come there are still a few who haven't signed?"

Zhang Guodong took a look and found out whether a few people had left their handwriting on the confession.

he asked looking up.

"These are all thorns. They don't admit to the crimes they committed. We can't beat them to death."

"However, with the addition of some other people's testimony, a perfect chain of evidence has been formed. Even if they don't admit it, they can still be judged."

The young police officer thought of those thorns.

Just a headache.

It's simply stubborn, things have come to this point, and they still want to excuse themselves.

Even throwing and rolling and crying nonsense.

"I'll go and have a look."

Zhang Guodong was strict in his work. If these people did not admit their confessions for a day, he felt that the case was not closed.

"Zhang Bureau, I don't think it's necessary?" The young policeman persuaded with a helpless expression.

Anyway, he didn't want to deal with these people anymore.

Can drive people to death.

"It's unnecessary, don't wrong a good person, don't let a bad person go, even if there is a perfect chain of evidence, as long as they don't admit the confession, I can't get through it."

Zhang Guodong's eyes turned cold.

Then from the stack of confessions, the few confessions that were not signed were extracted.