Zhao Qian couldn't wake up, he had a really high fever.
If not treated in time, sequelae are inevitable.
Zhao Wei threw the man to his aunt: "He is seriously ill. If you don't want to kill him, send him to the hospital now..."
When they heard that they had to go to the hospital, it meant the end of their lives!
They don’t have any spare money, and even if they did, they wouldn’t give it to you.
My aunt immediately yelled, "Country people are not that delicate. Just drink more hot water and sweat it out. Why do you have to care so much?"
After saying that, he carried Zhao Qian into the house regardless of anything, then closed the door, leaving his uncle to negotiate with them in the yard.
Zhao Wei said irritably: "Uncle, you should stop doing things that go against your conscience. You must accumulate blessings for your future and be nice to your children. Otherwise..."
Retribution may well be imminent.
The uncle scoffed at this: "I already said this is our family affair. How can you interfere with me?"
"Even if you are the president, this is not the case!"
As he spoke, he pointed at the broken gate and said, "I don't care what you want to do, I advise you to be a good person and fix this gate. Otherwise, I will definitely go to the town government to sue you. See if you are afraid."
Zhao Wei was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.
Some people will never learn their lesson unless they are taught a lesson.
"Uncle, I forgot to tell you one thing. When the master died, he secretly hid a treasure. It is said that the treasure is in his room. Have you ever thought about taking down the kang and taking a look?"
"What? Is this true?" My uncle's IQ was not low, but he was too greedy, which made it easy for him to believe it.
So, without thinking, he ran into the room that had been abandoned for a long time.
Zhao Wei said to Yun Xiu, "Wife, you stay in the yard and keep watch. I'm going to teach this old beast a lesson!"
Yunxiu nodded and found a secluded place to hide.
Zhao Wei was ready to go and walked towards the old house.
Once upon a time, this house was the best one among all the houses in their Zhao family.
But just two months after the man's death, this place became lifeless and even dilapidated.
At this time, my uncle was greedily waving his hoe and smashing the kang.
Zhao Wei walked into the house and closed the door gently.
Hearing the familiar creaking sound, the uncle turned back breathlessly and shouted anxiously: "You are not also interested in this treasure and want to snatch it, right?"
"Heh... As long as I'm here, you'll never succeed!"
"Get out!"
The uncle rushed forward with a hoe in hand, wanting to kill Zhao Wei.
To deal with this kind of person, Zhao Wei only shook it slightly, then grabbed the hoe, pulled it forward, and knocked his uncle to the ground.
After the hoe turned over in his hand, the uncle felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand. He could no longer hold it and suddenly let go.
After Zhao Wei took the hoe, he turned around and chopped it hard, as if he was going to hit him on the head.
If he really hit my uncle hard, his head would probably explode in an instant.
He was so scared that he held his head and begged for mercy.
"Don't hit me, I was wrong..."
"Oh... now that you know you were wrong, it's too late!"
The death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be forgiven.
Zhao Wei squatted down, ignoring the other party's resistance, forcibly picked up a moldy and hairy rotten potato in the house, stuffed it directly into his mouth to block his sound, and then took care of this person wholeheartedly.
The method Zhao Wei used was torture and forced confession.
In the previous life, these methods could not be used, and even seemed to be a waste of talent.
Now that he is no longer in this position, naturally there are no taboos.
After beating the guy up, he was already soaked in sweat.
But no one could see any scars on his body.
After making the man behave himself, he carried a small stool and sat there, like a plague god, making the uncle hate him but helpless to do anything about him.
What he had just experienced was more unbearable than all the suffering he had endured in the previous decades combined. He was really scared and didn't dare to anger this person again.
He spat out the stove potato in his mouth. It had already been bitten into pieces in his mouth. The rotten juice flowed into his throat, making him feel like retching and vomiting.
"You...what do you want to do? If you want to kill me, do it quickly...hiss..."
He was a little excited when he spoke, and pulled the wound on his body, causing him to grimaced and groan in pain.
"Tell me, whose child is Zhao Qian? Tell me the truth, and I won't do anything to you."
These words made the other person's pupils vibrate, and for a moment he looked like he had seen a ghost.
"Where did you hear that?"
"Don't be so rude. I'll give you three numbers. If you don't tell me the truth, you won't be able to leave this room tonight."
Looking at the other person's uncertain face and rolling eyes, Zhao Wei was not afraid that he was lying.
Just drag the person to the old man's tablet and make him kneel there and talk properly.
He can cheat heaven and earth and people, but if he has the ability, he can cheat the dead, as long as he has the courage to do so.
What a pity, there are no photos left.
Otherwise, black and white photos will be more intimidating.
Of course, it doesn’t matter if the other party refuses to behave even if he kneels here. He can take the person to the cemetery.
Just face the coffin and don't believe him.
Looking at his father's ranking, cold sweat broke out on his uncle's forehead.
When he was alive, he was not afraid of his father.
The other party was the shadow of the kidnapper's mother, a man who only knew how to obey orders and had no authority in the Zhao family.
He was afraid of the kidnapper's wife, but he was definitely not afraid of this man.
But now the other person is dead, no matter who the dead is, I still feel scared when facing a dead person.
So, she told the whole story of how they pretended to be pregnant and abducted Zhao Qian more than ten years ago.
The child was probably stolen from the neighboring village, Haozi Village. It was unclear which family the child belonged to. The act was carried out at night. The perpetrators just wandered around the village and took the child away from a millstone when they got the chance.
At that time, the family was busy threshing grain and had no time to take the child, which allowed them to succeed.
Over the years, because Zhao Qian was a son, they had face in front of the kidnapper's mother, and they could eat and drink for free, living a carefree life.
So, they did not treat him harshly, but instead spoiled him all the way up.
However, ever since Zhao Wei forcefully divided up the family and the things that the kidnapper's mother had done were exposed, the family lost its source of income and labor support. They had to do everything by themselves, and there were two extreme ways of treating Zhao Qian.
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