Chapter 475 Too Bullying

Zhong Kangle smiled but didn't respond.

"Sister, I went to your new home seven or eight times a day as you said, and I actually caught your two sisters-in-law!

They knew that you had got a letter of introduction to Kyoto in the village, so they took some meat bones and poisoned your dog to death at night, and then carried a ladder to climb over the wall to your house.

When I saw them, I went back to call for help, and then I put sacks on them one by one and beat them up severely.

They won’t be able to get up unless they stay in bed for a month or so!”

Mother Di snorted coldly: "When Liangzi's father was still alive, the two families wanted to hold my feet and lick them, hoping to get some good things from me and Liangzi's grandparents.

As soon as the person died, they started to covet my daughter Liangzi's house!

So Liangzi is not from the Di family, right?

Or will he never grow up? Will he never have to marry and have children?

I dare say that if it weren’t for the recent strong crackdown by the police.

They were so cruel that they used rat poison to poison my mother and me to death!"

Uncle Di made two "Puh" sounds, "What are you talking about? Do you think your brothers are just eating for free? I'll find you a wolfhound later, the kind that has been retired from the police station.

Such dogs are intelligent and will not eat anything casually.

Yesterday I asked someone to bring a truckload of glass slag from the glass factory. Today I went to dig up some clay, and tomorrow we will lay a thick layer of clay on the wall.

Let’s see who values money over life!

They are so rampant in the village. Don’t they think you won’t fall out with them because they are Liangzi’s elders and the old man is around? "

Mother Di rolled up her sleeves in anger, "This is too bullying!"

"Your sisters-in-law have spread the story. They said someone poisoned the dog while you were away and tried to steal. We brothers beat him half to death, but he finally ran away.

Now, if someone is injured, they dare not go out, for fear of being misunderstood. "Uncle Di said with a smile, "When you go back, go to those two families and get something, otherwise they will jump around again when they recover."

Mother Di nodded repeatedly after hearing this. "Yes, what is this called?"

"As the Art of War says, you lose both the wife and the soldiers!" Uncle Di likes to listen to books. Although he has not been to school for many years, he speaks very eloquently and his mind works quickly. He often thinks of himself as a savior hero in the book. Even though he has a lot of children, his iron-hearted energy has not diminished but increased.

The brother and sister were talking excitedly, their voices getting louder and louder.

The other three people listened with their ears pricked up and laughed from time to time.

The village is not big, there is no work in the fields, and there are limited jobs in the city. So most people stay at home during the winter, and when it is warm and windless at noon, they come out to chat.

The whole village would know about any small incident, and it would be extremely lively.

The surroundings were pitch black, as if many nightmare beasts were hiding there, baring their fangs and claws on the tree branches as the north wind howled.

The moonlight above was dim, but it couldn't illuminate the road below. Uncle Di hung an old-fashioned kerosene lamp on the handlebars, which flickered with the swaying of the bike, casting a faint yellow light.

The old cow was busy on the road without getting tired. By the time they arrived at the village, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

The big guy's hands and feet were numb from the cold, and there was almost no warmth in his body.

The cameraman lowered his head and said to Zhong Kangle, "Kangle, this bag contains the camera and the new batteries. Take it with you.

Remember to press this button to turn it off when you go to bed. Tomorrow, when you get dressed, the first thing you do is turn it on and take it with you wherever you go.

Do you understand?

But you have several cameras installed in almost every room of your house, so you don’t need them unless you leave the yard.”

Zhong Kangle nodded seriously, and when the photographer and assistant were about to leave, he couldn't help but whispered, "Uncle, Sister Zhixia said she would let us use the screen for the meeting.

Do you know when?"

The photographer smiled and lowered his voice and replied, "It should be about the same tomorrow night. By then you will all be settled in and understand the situation of your new home."

Zhong Kangle asked with a little trepidation: "Uncle, will Sister Zhixia really watch us the whole time?"

"Of course, our boss Xiao An now has a wall of large color TVs in his office. Even if he is busy with work, he is watching you all day long.

I heard that she also wants to set up a TV wall in her own home, for fear of missing any information from you.

She also arranged several groups of people to keep an eye on each of you little guests, and repeatedly told us to be alert and to protect your physical and mental health."

He pointed to his colleague who had opened the door and was holding a flashlight to greet him, "We live across from the Di family. If anything happens, just yell at home, and the uncles and aunts will be able to hear you."

Aunt Di had already lit up the kang at home, and when she heard the noise she hurried over.

Although Zhong Kangle is only thirteen years old, he has been ignored for four years.

His stepfather barely spoke to him all year round, and when he got home he would only tease his own son and daughter. His mother, on the other hand, showed her dislike for him clearly on her face, not allowing him to sit at the table for meals, not allowing him to touch his younger siblings' toys...

His life is a manifestation of the ridiculousness of two extra words.

Now, as soon as he entered the door, he was grabbed by someone's warm hands and led into the house.

"I guessed that you would come back at this time. I just made some brown sugar ginger water. You can drink a few sips to warm your body. I'll bring you noodles." Aunt Di smiled and gave each of the three people a bowl of slightly hot brown sugar ginger water.

Zhong Kangle's eyes turned red from the steaming, sweet and hot air.

His throat was choked with sobs, but he still held the bowl with a desperate attitude and drank it all up very quickly with gulps.

"Hey, kid, why aren't you afraid of the heat at all?" Mother Di and Uncle Di were both drinking with a hissing sound. Seeing the little guy finish the drink in one breath, they were frightened and quickly put down their bowls and went forward to check.

Zhong Kangle's tongue was slightly numb from the burn, and the ginger taste in his mouth rushed straight to his forehead. His body also felt comfortable because of the bowl of water, and even a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He took a step back and said with a smile: "Mom, uncle, I'm fine."

Mother Di recalled the news about Zhong Kangle that the staff had specifically told her, and she almost cursed that irresponsible mother from beginning to end in her heart.

The multi-grain noodles are smooth and chewy, topped with a glossy fried egg, a pinch of green onions, a handful of fried peanuts, a few slices of bacon, and spicy and sour diced beans.

The three of them couldn't help but play together just by smelling the music, and the noisy sound of gongs and drums reached the audience's ears through the screen.

Everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing and continued to watch the three people eating happily. The mixed noodles under the candlelight were particularly attractive. Soon their own stomachs began to protest.

(End of this chapter)