In the dilapidated thatched hut that looked like it was about to collapse, a faint light from a kerosene lamp flickered. Xie Zhuo was tall and not close to the lamp, so his expression was not very clear, but Liu Mancang still felt that he smiled.
"What's wrong?" Liu Mancang asked, somewhat puzzled.
“It’s alright,” Xie Zhuo said. “You two caught the deer yourselves, and I didn’t help much. Twenty yuan is more than enough.”
“But,” Zhao Jisheng frowned, “it’s you…”
"No buts," Xie Zhuo said, taking his money and putting it away, but not taking the rest. "We've been brothers for so many years, can we still hang out together in the future?"
Liu Mancang and Zhao Jisheng remained silent for a while, then exchanged a glance before turning to look at Xie Zhuo.
"Of course, you'll always be our third brother."
After the three men happily divided the "spoils," they each went home.
Xie Zhuo was afraid that going into the house would wake Xu Yan, so he lit a candle and read for several hours in the main room. Just as dawn broke, he heard people talking outside. When he went out to look, he heard someone say that Wang Chao had been beaten up and thrown at the entrance of the village, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
Xie Zhuo raised an eyebrow slightly.
After Da Bao and Xiao Bao woke up, he prepared breakfast for them and told them not to disturb Xu Yan before leaving the house.
Wang Chao was indeed beaten very badly.
One arm was broken, and his face was so swollen that you couldn't tell if his eyes were open or closed unless you looked closely.
Xie Zhuo stood outside the crowd and glanced at him. Perhaps it was because he was so tall that even in the crowd, he was a "crane" that could be seen at a glance.
Wang Chao immediately struggled for a moment, then tried to raise his arm and point at Xie Zhuo.
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