Wan Feng chased after him silently, with a murderous look on his face.

He was determined to bleed Liu Yang. If he didn't bleed him, this guy would not remember his lesson. If he bled him, this bastard would definitely remember him forever.

It is better to kill the heart than to kill the person. As long as he makes Liu Yang bleed today, he will feel cold to the bone when he sees himself.

The villagers of Suitun who were watching the fun saw Wan Feng chasing Liu Yang and the other two with a knife, causing a panic.

There are many houses in Suitun and the layout is quite messy.

Although Wan Feng could run, he was not familiar with the terrain and was circled by these guys and disappeared.

"Wang An! Come out if you have the guts!" Wan Feng stood on the street with a knife in one hand and roared loudly.

Liu Shengan and Zhang Lu were obviously cowards, as they never showed up. However, Liu Yang appeared from somewhere, holding a stick in his hand, and seemed to be determined to fight Wan Feng to the death.

But just as he was about to say something, he saw Wan Feng running towards him like a cheetah, holding a knife, and his eyes seemed to be red.

Liu Yang screamed, threw away the stick in his hand, turned around and went back into the alley, then rushed along the alley into the cornfield at the edge of the village. He realized that Wan Feng was determined to fight to the death, so he never dared to come out again.

Wan Feng walked back and forth on the streets of Suitun several times, and only returned to his bicycle after making sure that these guys didn't dare to come out again.

If the person didn't come out, there was nothing he could do. He couldn't just go door to door looking for him, right? That would cause a lot of trouble, and the police might even come to his door.

The people of Sui Village stood far away and watched Wan Feng pick up the fish that had spilled on the ground, then he pushed the cart and disappeared at the village entrance, looking back every few steps with reluctance.

Wan Feng simply rubbed his dirty clothes in a ditch and put them on.

Daxia's clothes dried in a short while, and after washing, apart from a few bruises on his arms, there was no sign of what he had been through.

I cleaned the fish that were covered in dirt. I couldn’t sell them, so I kept them for myself.

He did not stay in Huanghui Brigade and went straight back to Jiangwei. He sold the good fish in Wohu and Liutun, gave the fish that had been cleaned of clay to Zhang Guangpu's family, and carried the rest back home.

With the fish to eat, Zhu Ping smiled again, and this time he would never eat meat again.

I was just wondering why Wan Feng didn't say a word while eating today. He seemed a little unhappy.

After dinner, Wan Feng rode his bicycle out of the depression, headed south, passed Shutun, and then southeast, across a hill and a forest, to a village.

This is the Zhou family team located in the southeastern part of the Jiangwei team.

It is not yet seven o'clock in the evening. Although the sun has already set in the west, the afterglow still makes the earth shine in this last ray of light.

Many villagers are enjoying the cool air under the big trees in front of or behind their houses.

Wan Feng stopped at a circle to cool off.

"Uncle! Where does Liu Shengan live?" Wan Feng asked an old man who was enjoying the cool air.

"Who are you?"

"I'm his classmate."

"Go east along this street, then south. His house is in the southeast corner of the village. The lone house there is his."

After expressing his gratitude, Wan Feng went straight to the southeast corner of Zhou's house, where he saw a lonely building with four rooms.

There were two men in their forties or fifties sitting at the door, but there was no sign of Liu Shengan.

"Uncle! Is this Liu Shengan's home?"

"Yes! Who are you?"

"I'm from Wahou, and I'm Liu Shengan's classmate. Where's he?"

"Who knows where he ran off to? He hasn't come back for two days."

Wan Feng was deeply disappointed. He guessed that Wang An had never come back in the past two days, either in Suitun or Putun.

"What do you want to do with him?" Liu Shengan's mother asked.

"Nothing. When Liu Shengan comes back, tell him that his classmate Wan Feng came to see him."

Even if I can't find your father, it will leave a shadow in your heart and make you worried for a while.

After that, Wan Feng turned around and hurried home before it got completely dark.

After arriving home, Wan Feng put down his bicycle and went to Luan Feng's house with a bag. Luan Feng was sewing insoles on a sewing machine. She had already made more than ten pairs of insoles. No one knew where she got the cloth.

After all, women are very attentive. Luan Feng noticed the scar on Wan Feng's face at a glance.

"What's wrong with your face?" He then reached out his hand towards Wan Feng's face.

"It was just a touch, it's okay." Wan Feng dodged Luan Feng's hand.

"real?"

"You don't believe what I say?"

"I don't believe it!"

Wan Feng took the cloth out of the bag and put it on the kang where Luan Feng slept.

"I want to make a dress for my grandma. I've brought the fabric and the size. You can go to my grandma's house and measure it."

Luan Feng's attention immediately shifted to the fabric. She happily unfolded it and said, "Great material! I've never seen anything like this before. Hey! What's with this piece of white cloth and these two sweaters?"

There were two sweaters and a piece of white cloth sandwiched in the dark brown cloth.

Wan Feng took the two sweaters and looked back at the outer room.

"One of these sweaters belongs to my aunt, and whose other one do you think belongs to?"

Luan Feng's eyes immediately turned into a crescent of autumn water, and the autumn spinach was about to burst out of her eyes.

Of course it's hers.

"This piece of white cloth is used to make arm decorations. Your master must not have taught you this. Come, I will tell you how to do it and where to sew it." Wan Feng quickly interrupted. Seeing that Luan Feng looked like she would rush over and throw herself into his arms if he didn't interrupt her.

This woman has been trying to do something bad to him and take advantage of him these days. She hardly considers the consequences when doing things. She is really bold. What if she really does something and her mother sees it? It will be terrible.

Sportswear was not popular at that time. When Wan Feng was selling sweaters, he came up with the idea of ​​sewing two white strips on the arms of the two sweaters to create the same effect as sportswear.

Following Wan Feng's instructions, Luan Feng quickly cut eight strips of white cloth from the three-inch white cloth.

"Will this look good sewn on my arm? Is it because I'm in mourning?"

What exactly is Luan Feng's brain circuitry made of? Why does she always disagree with Rao's ideas? What does this have to do with wearing mourning clothes?

"Your thoughts are as clear as the Inna River. How did you connect it to mourning? Is white mourning? Who stipulated that?"

Luan Feng giggled as she sewed the white stripes on the outside of the arm of the sweater from the shoulder to the wrist.

Because of her lack of skill, one of the leucorrhea belts was tied crookedly, so Luan Feng had to take it off and tie it again.

When a piece of clothing was finished, Luan Feng put it on and tried it in front of the mirror, and she was shocked.

Not only was she still beautiful in the mirror, but the clothes she wore even made her look more heroic. It seemed as if her entire body was emitting a gorgeous glow, making her look even better than before.