Chapter 7 Killing Mrs. Zhao's Chicken
"Zhao Laosan's crime is considered theft. Even if he is sent to the police station, he will only receive a verbal warning at best.
So Lao Cheng and I took charge and asked you for 100 yuan and 50 kilograms of food coupons.
Do you think this will work?
The money and the ticket are with me. If you agree, I will give them to you. If you don't agree, we can discuss it later. ”
Bai Ruoqiao didn't expect that he would handle it this way.
She just wanted to brand Zhao Laosan as a thief.
She really hadn't thought about compensation.
After all, it is really difficult to get anything from Mrs. Zhao.
But I guess those two were really angry yesterday, so they skinned Mrs. Zhao.
Zhao Sihai turned and looked at Bai Ruoqiao.
Fang Hanwu also looked over.
Bai Ruoqiao shook his head. "I have no objection. I'll trouble the captain and the village chief."
Fang Hanwu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and waved his hand, "You're welcome, this is also our duty."
As he said this, he took out the cloth bag containing money and tickets and handed it to Zhao Sihai.
Thinking about how he was almost used as a gun last night, he didn't know how to face them.
Zhao Sihai took the cloth bag and thanked him.
Fang Hanwu thought about it and gave another reminder.
"However, given your mother's temper, I'm afraid she won't give up easily, so it's best to make preparations early."
Zhao Sihai pursed his lips, his eyes deep.
Bai Ruoqiao curled his lips slightly.
I'm not afraid of her making a fuss, I'm just afraid of her not making a fuss.
Zhao Sihai nodded, "I know, thank you Uncle Fang."
It was already around seven or eight o'clock in the village.
At this time, most people in the village go to work.
The bicycle stopped in front of Zhao's house.
When he saw the locked door, Zhao Sihai's face darkened.
He reached out and took his son from Bai Ruoqiao's arms with one hand, picked up the bicycle with the other hand, and walked straight forward.
He raised his foot and kicked hard, and half of the door was kicked down.
There was another door hanging there with a lock on it, which looked a bit funny.
Bai Ruoqiao pursed her lips and raised them slightly.
A head had secretly popped out from the wall of the neighboring courtyard, but it quickly shrank back.
The house will be quiet now.
Zhao Xiaohui was afraid of being beaten, so she ran to her eldest sister's house in the middle of the night for refuge.
Zhao Jinqi also went there to arrest people early in the morning.
Zhao Gensheng went to work.
Zhao Laosan was the only one left at home, lying in the room.
Hearing the sound of someone kicking the door, Zhao Laosan was so scared that he almost rolled under the bed.
After listening for a long time without any other movement, he endured the pain and moved the table and cabinets to block the door.
He cursed Zhao Sihai's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.
Feeling proud and resentful at the same time, he ate a few bites of the unfinished braised pork on the table.
When I get better, I'll show you how I'll deal with you.
Bai Ruoqiao was about to go to the kitchen to cook, but was stopped by Zhao Sihai.
"I'll go. You and An An can take a rest."
"Okay." Bai Ruoqiao didn't refuse.
"Mom, Dad can also cook~" Zhao Anan said with curiosity and admiration.
The dog's eyes are twinkling with little stars.
Dad is so awesome.
Bai Ruoqiao smiled and pinched his cheeks which did not have much flesh.
"Of course, and it's delicious."
Zhao Sihai started taking care of the household chores when he was five years old.
At only ten years old, he is a capable young man who can do the work of two adults.
On the contrary, Zhao Laosan has never washed a bowl until he is 26 years old.
Many people don’t understand why Mrs. Zhao is so partial.
Bai Ruoqiao didn't understand it until she learned about Zhao Sihai's life experience.
Zhao Sihai was not Mrs. Zhao's biological son, but an adopted son from some unknown source.
It's just that the Zhao family came to Nanyang Village to escape famine, so no one here knew about it.
This was something Zhao Sihai did himself when he surrendered in his previous life.
He had long known that he was not the biological son of Zhao Gensheng and Zhao Pozi.
It’s just that even if I don’t have the grace of giving birth, I still have the grace of raising me.
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