Chapter 339 You Still Have the Face to Mention Your Dad
"The Wu family at the east end of the village."
"Dongtou? I remember that family got rich and moved to the town a couple of years ago. The only one left in Hemu Village with the surname Wu now is probably Wu Dongsheng, the bruises healer."
The driver turned around in surprise and asked, "Are you guests of Old Wu's family?"
He muttered quietly, "After all these years, I haven't heard of any relatives visiting their family."
Mo Jinchuan explained: "I am an old friend of his eldest son. I'll come over to visit when I have some free time."
"You said his eldest son was a good person. What a pity."
Thinking of what he had heard before, that Wu Dahe died in the military camp, and seeing that Mo Jinchuan looked righteous and unlike an ordinary farmer in the village, the man hurriedly turned around and drove the cart.
Along the way, apart from a few "Jia——Yu——", he didn't dare to say a single extra word.
It would take two hours for a ox cart to travel from Hemu Village to Qinghua Town without stopping.
When we arrived at the village entrance, the moon was already hanging above the treetops.
All the lights in the village were off, and the village entrance was unusually quiet.
The old man driving the ox cart at the front muttered, "It's only this late, why are they all resting so early?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a noise broke out in the middle of the village, which seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet village.
He turned his head and looked, then asked, "Is the Wu Dongsheng house you're going to the one with three thatched houses in the middle with the door facing west?"
Mo Jinchuan nodded, turned over and got out of the car swiftly, and extended his hand towards Song Yanxi.
Song Yanxi thought he was going to help her, but as soon as she placed her hand on his palm, he gently pulled her, and her whole body lost weight and fell forward.
When she came to her senses, she was already lying on his back.
His cold voice rang in my ears: "Hold me tighter."
Realizing what he was about to do, Song Yanxi hurriedly did as he said.
Seeing this, the old man was indeed anxious and said, "Young man, no matter how anxious you are, you don't have to get out of the car. Otherwise, your wife will fall down."
As he spoke, he hurriedly called for others to follow, fearing that something might have happened to the Wu family.
When he turned around, he saw the sound of Mo Jinchuan running quickly under the moonlight and sighed, "It's good to be younger. It's indeed faster than our car."
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At the Wu family's house, the villagers who came to watch the fun surrounded the courtyard so tightly that no one could get in or out.
In the middle of the yard, lying there motionless like a dead man was Wang Biao.
The person is not dead, but almost dead.
I nearly drowned in a cesspool last night. In order to wash off the stench on my body, I had to take several cold showers. After that, there was not even a sip of hot water at home.
The villagers seemed to have agreed on this, and no one responded even though he knocked from one end of the village to the other in the cold wind.
Even his second uncle, who was related to him by blood, had his door locked tightly shut, as if he were dead.
There was no food or water at home, and even the quilt was damp. He shivered all night and almost burned to death.
Fortunately, he was lucky and survived.
Otherwise, the corpse would have been frozen solid by now!
When Wang Biao thought about how the old couple of the Wu family were quite friendly to him when he came back last time, he became more determined to drive away the outsider.
It would be best to find a way to kill that man, so that there will be only a young girl left, or she won’t be at his mercy?
Just thinking about it made Wang Biao so excited that he couldn't lie down.
He sat up suddenly, his pale, round face looking like a lifeless ghost in the moonlight, instantly scaring the little girl closest to him into tears.
The little girl cried and said, "Grandma, the toad has become a spirit!"
Wang Biao glared at him, "You little bastard, who are you talking about?"
The girl's grandmother pulled her behind her, her eyes wide open, and said, "What's wrong with you? I haven't even told you that you scared our Ximei to tears.
Biaowazi, let me tell you, if you scare my granddaughter to death today, I will dig up your father's grave."
Hearing this, Wang Biao immediately laughed and said with a mocking look in his eyes, "If you're not afraid of that old guy climbing into your bed in the middle of the night, go ahead and go. It's best to go now."
Upon hearing this, the old woman immediately spat at her feet and cursed, "What a bastard! He doesn't even recognize his own father."
The little girl also imitated her grandmother and spit at Wang Biao.
He imitated her and said, "A beast that even his own father doesn't recognize."
Children love to learn to talk. When the other younger children heard her say that, they also shouted in unison: "Beast! Beast! Beast that doesn't even recognize its own father!"
Wang Biao was thick-skinned, but he couldn't stand their scolding.
He glared fiercely at the boy who was shouting the loudest, and said sinisterly, "Aman's son, right? I know you. It's best to sleep with your eyes open at night..."
"Wow!" The child burst into tears instantly.
The child's mother glared at Wang Biao and took her son away cursing at him.
After this incident, the other children didn't dare to scold him anymore. They just hid behind their parents or grandparents, staring at him with their childish eyes.
"What are you looking at, you little bastards? If you keep looking, I'll dig out your eyeballs and drink them with my wine!"
Wang Biao glared at them, and his ferocious look scared the children to tears.
The village chief's face turned livid. He slammed the ground with his cane and scolded, "Don't you think this is shameful? Go back now."
Wang Biao squinted his eyes and sneered, "Oh, I thought it was some old man who was so bored that he dared to meddle in Grandpa's affairs, but it turns out that he is the younger brother of my short-lived father.
Why, you're not dead yet?"
"You bastard, how dare you talk to your second uncle like that?" Someone in the village stood up and said something fair.
Upon hearing this, Wang Biao immediately became angry.
He pointed his finger at the village chief's nose and cursed, "Wang Changgui, you f*cking still know you're my second uncle."
The village chief said with a dark face: "Don't call me Second Uncle, I'm afraid it will shorten my life."
As he spoke, he turned and ordered several villagers, "Hurry up and drag him away. Drive him out at night. From now on, just pretend that there is no such person in the Wang family."
His intuition told him that if his village continued to stay in the village, no one would have a peaceful New Year.
He is the head of the village and will never allow such a thing to happen.
Not to mention, this unfilial son angered his own mother to death and caused his eldest brother to die of illness in the army. He was no longer considered a descendant of their Wang family.
The village chief steeled himself and said coldly, "Tie him up with a rope."
Seeing that they were serious, Wang Biao immediately became anxious, "Wang Changgui, I am your nephew, your conscience has been eaten by a dog, have you forgotten what you promised my father before?"
"You still have the nerve to mention your father?"
The village chief looked around, picked up a broom from the corner and hit him with it, his voice trembling: "If it weren't for you, you beast, your father wouldn't have died. Why wasn't you the one who died?"
While dodging, Wang Biao called out in a weak voice, "Second Uncle."
"Don't call me Second Uncle. Your father and I severed our relationship several years ago."
The village chief swung the big broom in his hand, hitting Wang Biao steadily, accurately and fiercely, one after another.
The villagers who gathered around him not only watched the fun, but also listed a piece of evidence of his past crimes from time to time.
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