Chapter 510: Unlucky to meet his mother, unlucky to the whole family
Li Xianlie's words angered the villagers of Zhaojia Village, and they angrily stepped forward to question:
"Are you crazy? Li Xianlie, even if you have money, you can't burn down our Zhao family's ancestral hall."
"He actually dared to burn down the ancestral hall of our Zhaojia Village. He deserves to die."
"Li Xianlie, you actually burned down our Zhao family's ancestral hall. You are our Zhao family's enemy. We will never reconcile with you."
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The villagers of Zhaojia Village were in an uproar, and everyone was shouting angrily that they wanted to fight Li Xianlie to the death.
Some of the older people were so excited that they fainted while shouting about the misfortunes of their families, and the scene was in chaos again.
Because of this, the people of Zhaojia Village became more and more hateful towards Li Xianlie, and everyone was ready to fight.
At this time, the new village chief of Zhaojia Village, Zhao Dabao, finally arrived in a sweat.
Seeing that a fight was about to break out, he rushed forward to stop it:
"Calm down, everyone, calm down first."
"Everyone calm down first. Don't be impulsive. Impulsiveness can easily lead to accidents and deaths. Stay calm."
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After he appeased the villagers of Zhaojia Village, Zhao Dabao's face darkened:
"Boss Li, shouldn't you give us an explanation?
Why did you set fire to our Zhao family's ancestral hall?
Do you know that this hatred is just like the hatred for killing your father? What on earth made you do such a cruel thing? "
Zhao Dabao cursed in his heart at this time.
As the village chief, I don’t get any benefits at all, but I have to deal with so many troubles from day to night. Is this how I can survive?
Li Xianlie's face was gloomy and he grinned, "Not only will I burn down your Zhao family's ancestral hall, I will also beat you ungrateful traitors.
Go ahead, beat them up so they know who to mess with and who not to mess with!
The Xu family couldn't do anything to the people who wanted to kill him, so how could they not do anything to this group of country folk?
Upon hearing this, Steward Li and the others could only rush forward helplessly.
Seeing Li Xianlie being so domineering, Zhao Dabao also got angry and immediately roared:
“In that case, don’t worry about us being rude. Let’s all attack. The ten of them are no match for us.
"Come on, avenge the burning of this ancestral hall."
As he said that, he led his men to meet them.
He had just become the village chief, and if he didn't take the initiative to show his abilities, these people might not support him.
Few people?
Seeing the people rushing towards him, Li Xianlie sneered.
The next second, he raised his hand and blew a whistle.
He's not stupid.
If ten people fight against more than a hundred people, they will definitely be defeated.
But what about more people with good skills?
Soon, more than twenty people rushed out from the darkness and joined the melee.
The screams broke the silence of the night and also fueled the flames.
When everything calmed down, the Zhao Family Ancestral Hall was burned so hard that the beams collapsed, and when the beams fell, there was a loud noise.
At this time, everyone in Zhaojia Village had been laid on the ground, wailing in pain, but when they saw the collapsed ancestral hall, many people shed tears.
Li Xianlie stepped on Zhao Dabao's face with a distorted expression:
"Zhao Dabao gave you face, didn't he?
How dare you set fire to me? I tell you, if you can't kill me, you will be the ones to die!"
Zhao Dabao was beaten the worst. When Li Xianlie stepped on his face, he screamed in pain and wanted to fight back, but was held down by others.
But when he heard Li Xianlie's words, he was completely stunned.
What does it mean that you want to set him on fire?
When did he do it?
Does he have such courage?
After a while, Zhao Dabao roared angrily:
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who set the fire to burn you to death? You are talking nonsense."
Unfortunately, his face was stepped on and his words were a little unclear.
"Still quibbling!" Li Xianlie released his foot from his face and kicked him viciously in the abdomen.
Bang!
Zhao Dabao curled up in pain, holding his stomach, and because of the pain, cold sweat dripped down his face.
It hurts so much!
"Zhao Dabao, when my tent was on fire, my people saw you from behind and watched you run back to your home. And you're still trying to make excuses." Li Xianlie looked at the others with a cold expression.
"If you want to blame someone, blame Zhao Dabao. He was the one who set the fire to burn me to death, so I set fire to your Zhao Family Ancestral Hall."
The villagers of Zhaojia Village looked at Zhao Dabao in disbelief.
How dare he?
Zhao Dabao's face flushed red, and he shook his head painfully:
"Don't listen to his nonsense, I didn't!"
He endured the pain, got up from the ground in a mess, and roared angrily:
“I wasn’t home at all tonight, how could someone with such sharp eyes see me running back home?
If you don’t believe me, ask my family if I was home tonight.”
At this point, he paused and gritted his teeth, "You can also go to the widow Gao's house at the end of the village and ask if I'm with her tonight!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone exclaimed.
He actually had an affair with Widow Gao?
At this moment, Zhao Dabao's wife rushed out from behind the crowd, grabbed Zhao Dabao's hair, and then grabbed his face directly.
"You're such a good fellow, Zhao Dabao! You told me you were happy to be village chief and wanted to go drink with your friends to celebrate. But I didn't expect you to go behind my back and look for that slutty vixen. I'll see if I can catch you to death!"
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"Ouch!"
Zhao Dabao felt pain and quickly reached out to stop her, "You crazy woman, stop it.
What's going on now? Why are you making a fuss here? "
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Li Xianlie narrowed his eyes. It didn't seem like Zhao Dabao was lying, so...
He looked at the guard who had said that someone had run to Zhao Dabao's house.
The guard shuddered and quickly stood up:
"Master, I told you I'm not sure. I only saw the back of the other person, but I didn't see the other person's face.
I chased him to Zhao Dabao's house and then he disappeared. I told you all this."
Li Xianlie took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then looked at Zhao Dabao, "Are you sure you're not home?"
"How can I fool people about this? You'll know if you just ask," Zhao Dabao said angrily.
His face was bruised and swollen, and horribly distorted.
"The matter of Li Xianlie is not over yet.
You're bullying my Zhaojia Village because we have no people and no money, right? Just wait and see.
My dear uncles and brothers, if anyone comes with me to the government to sue him, I will not believe that there is no reason, and I will sue this matter to the end."
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The matter lasted until dawn and ended when Li Xianlie was willing to pay them 10,000 taels to rebuild the ancestral hall.
But now, the people in Zhaojia Village looked at Li Xianlie with unfriendly eyes.
After tossing and turning all night, Li Xianlie's face showed a trace of fatigue, and his forehead was throbbing with pain.
He was so unlucky these days to have met his mother. He was extremely unlucky.
First, fifteen thousand taels of silver notes were stolen, and now, because he couldn't swallow the anger in his heart, he burned another ten thousand taels in fire.
He lost twenty-five thousand taels in just a few days.
Who has such a rich family that can afford such a loss?
Something is wrong.
There is conspiracy behind all this.
There must be someone secretly manipulating all this. Who is it?
A person appeared in Li Xianlie's mind.
Mrs. Xu Shao, Ms. Lin.
No one but her.
But because he guessed it was her, Li Xianlie's face became extremely ugly.
Damn it.
Maybe she noticed something, so she started to attack him.
Also, is the missing silver related to her?
No, no, we can't delay it any longer.
Thinking of this, Li Xianlie looked at Butler Li in a somewhat hurried tone, "Go, go and ask him to come see me, quickly!"
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Lin Mo stood by the field, watching Old Song and his men set up the scaffolding.
In order to withstand the pressure of accumulated snow, the shed cannot be too large. If it is too large, it will not be strong enough and will easily collapse.
The film is not very large and needs to be fixed somewhere, so there are many things to consider, so Wuyou personally came down the mountain to give instructions.
Listening to Wuyou's roar, Lin Mo looked at the potato seedlings that had already emerged with a satisfied look on his face.
Old Song and his family did a good job of planting, and every potato has popped up.
Wuyou, who was standing by, saw this and looked at her sourly, "You're such a hands-off boss, you're really good at it.
Just open your mouth and someone will help you get things done."
Lin Mo looked up lazily, "Nothing I can do, I'm just lucky.
And Wuyou, you are a capable person and you should work harder.
Be good and be serious. I'll ask Aunt Qin to make you your favorite Eight Treasure Duck later."
Wuyou's face flushed red. Does this woman treat him like a child?
Forget it, for the sake of Eight Treasure Duck, I don’t want to bother with her.
He glanced around, frowning:
"Honestly, do you really want to do something this big? Aren't you afraid of failure?"
It will probably take at least ten days or half a month to set up the entire frame.
By then, we will have to cover the film and do other things. By the time we are done, the weather will be completely cold and the first snow will probably fall.
"If you're not big, how can you become famous? How can I make money?" Lin Mo raised his eyebrows:
"Don't worry, there will be more people working in a few days, and they will definitely finish covering it before the snow falls."
She couldn't bear to see these potato seedlings frozen to death.
This is all money.
I still count on them to make money.
Wuyou glanced ahead and shook his head, "Whatever you say. You're not afraid of losing money anyway, so why should I be afraid?"
After saying that, he shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly forward.
"Mrs. Xu, are you really going to build houses for the crops in the fields?" Jiang Wenhao walked up to her and looked at the people who were nailing wooden stakes in surprise.
"Master Jiang, you're here." Lin Mo looked at him with a smile:
"It's about building a house for the crops, so you think everything I told you before was false?"
Jiang Wenhao looked at the potato seedlings growing well on the ground with regret.
It's ruined.
These potatoes are grown so well. If the season is right, I wonder how much the harvest would be. It's a pity that it's gone now.
Seeing his regretful look, Lin Mo raised her eyebrows.
To be honest, sometimes she really couldn't understand Jiang Wenhao.
He came here with a purpose, that's true.
But it is also true that he cares about crops. Which one is the real him?
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