After demolishing the Qin family's house, the next house to be demolished was the Qin family's second house.

Today's tiled houses have a very low cement content, and the red bricks are bonded together with loess. When they come into contact with steel machinery, they are like a steel knife chopping tofu, and they are completely broken.

Two tiled houses, one large and one small, were reduced to rubble in an instant.

The dark red broken bricks fell on the snow, which was particularly eye-catching.

The air is filled with the unique earthy smell of the old house.

The Qin family was all dumbfounded.

"Ah! My house!"

"My home...ah..."

After realizing what was happening, Zhou Cuifen and Fu Hongmei went crazy and immediately ran towards their respective homes crying, if the rubble could still be called a home.

Qin Guangzong and Qin Yaozu were equally furious and wanted to rush up to beat Qin Zheng, but were stopped by the scarred man and a group of his followers.

Qin Zheng rested his elbows on his legs, folded his hands and supported his chin, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

"I built the house, and I will demolish it. It's reasonable!" The corners of his lips raised under his beard, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"Qin Zheng, don't go too far!" Qin Guangzong gritted his teeth.

Although Qin Guangzong was disabled, he had never been afraid of anything. This was because no matter what happened, Qin Zheng always helped him. Now that his third brother suddenly stood against him, he felt for the first time how powerless and insignificant he was. The grown man burst into tears and angrily punched his legs with his fists.

"Why am I so useless, so useless! Ah..."

Qin Yaozu glared at his elder brother irritably, then turned around and called Qin Zheng a bandit.

"Qin Zheng, I also contributed when my family built the house. Now that you've demolished my house, I'm going to call the police and have you arrested! Just wait and see!"

"Oh?" Qin Zheng curled his eyes as if he heard a funny joke.

"Qin Yaozu, I paid for and labored the construction of your house. The little effort you put in was only enough to build a toilet. I'll leave the toilet to you."

"And you, Qin Guangzong, you can't carry anything on your shoulders or lift anything with your hands. You even have difficulty walking. What did you do when you were building a house and getting married? I'm already generous enough to leave you a cowshed."

He had helped them so much, but they still coveted his small building and almost forced his wife and children to death.

Some people, although they stand upright on their legs, cannot be called human beings.

Qin Zheng was blood-thirsty.

It's his, not a penny less, he must take it all back!

Qin Feng had just finished work and was driving back on a tractor. Before he could put out the fire, he was pulled out of the driver's seat by the scarred man.

Two younger brothers held Qin Feng down, and he could only watch as the tractor was driven away by strangers.

"Who are you?"

"Robbery! Someone come... woo woo..."

Qin Feng had just shouted twice when a rag was stuffed into his mouth and thrown into an open-air dry toilet with only four walls.

"This is the only toilet left in your house. Just rest at home. Hahaha!" The scarred man slapped his face with a machete and said gloatingly.

When they and their brothers heard that this guy had paralyzed Qin Che and stole Qin Che's fiancée, they were all furious and had wanted to teach him a lesson.

If Master Qin hadn't ordered them not to go too far, they would have had to feed him a meal of human urine.

The scarred man returned to Qin Zheng, bent down close to his ear, and whispered a report.

Qin Zheng's eyes darkened slightly: "The money issue is settled. Now, it's time to avenge my wife's murder."

His eyelids suddenly lifted, and his cold gaze swept across the faces of every member of the Qin family, like a cold knife against each of their throats.

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now.

Qin Laosan's family.

Hearing the rumbling sound of collapsing walls and houses outside, Feng Jingrou wanted to go out to check the situation several times, but Qin Ling found a way to keep her in the house.

"Mom, promise me you won't go out." He held Feng Jingrou's wrist, his eyes filled with a pleading look he had never seen before.

"Why?" Feng Jingrou was puzzled.

Qin Ling: "...I'm scared."

"It's broad daylight, what are you afraid of?" Feng Jingrou thought her son was acting strangely today. "That noise just now sounded like an earthquake. I'll go out and take a look."

"Don't go, I'll go!" Qin Ling let go of Feng Jingrou, turned around and ran out, then immediately ran back to the small building in just two seconds. "I checked, there's no earthquake."

Feng Jingrou: “…”

Although she was extremely puzzled, Qin Ling had never asked her for anything in his life. Since this was her son's first request, she would not ignore it.

"Okay, I'll stay home and not go anywhere."

She gently touched Qin Ling's head. Her son was almost as tall as her now, so he must have his reasons for doing things.

Feng Jingrou carried a basket of wool to Qin Che's room.

Qin Che was reading a book while she was knitting a sweater quietly. The mother and son kept each other company in silence.

Although seemingly silent, Feng Jingrou's brain was trying hard to recall the memories before she fell into the water. As long as she could recall even a little clue, there would be a chance to find her murderer!

who?

Who pushed her into the water?

Do you really hate her so much that you absolutely want her dead?!

However, no matter how hard I tried to recall, all I could remember was the white snow and the icy water that kept pouring into my body through my nose and mouth...

The fear of dying struck her again.

Feng Jingrou closed her eyes in pain.

Suddenly, the image in her mind turned into someone breaking into Liu Fengying's house.

The man whom An An called "ape" sat in a wheelchair with an unshaven beard, exuding a domineering and calm aura.

Feng Jingrou was surprised that she had only glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye, but he left such a deep impression on her that she couldn't help but think of him.

Could it be because An An said he looked like a monkey?!

Oh!

They do look alike.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Qin Che closed the book in his hand and looked at Feng Jingrou quietly.

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