After dinner, Li Qiming couldn't stand Zhang Cheng and Shi Yangyang's affectionate behavior and left first.
Zhang Weiguo smiled as he escorted Zhao Qingwan back to the village committee.
After Zhang Cheng finished cleaning up the dishes, he picked up the kettle and boiled water.
Life in the village was monotonous and boring.
He was wondering when the power company would install the power lines so he could buy a VCR to pass the time.
After washing up, Zhang Cheng crawled into bed and skillfully slipped his hand inside Shi Yangyang's underwear.
She blushed, leaned against him, and smiled excitedly.
Stone tiger seed soup is indeed nourishing.
Holding Shi Yangyang in his arms, images flooded his mind, and his right hand, which had been resting on her lower abdomen, slowly moved upwards.
Shi Yangyang became even more shy and did not stop her.
Tonight, he had his fill of masturbation, but his heart was even more aching, like being scratched by a cat.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Er Gouzi! Er Gouzi! Something terrible has happened!"
Just as dawn was breaking, there was a loud knocking on the door of the dealership.
The old village chief's anxious shouts woke Zhang Cheng, who had only slept for four or five hours.
He pulled back the covers, and Shi Yangyang groggily opened her eyes. Zhang Cheng said softly:
"Honey, sleep a little longer, I'm going out to take a look."
"Mmm." Shi Yangyang nodded obediently.
Zhang Cheng put on his cotton-padded coat and trousers and strode out of the bedroom.
As soon as he opened the door of the consignment shop, the old village chief grabbed his arm and ran outside, saying urgently as he ran:
"Er Gouzi, so many fruit trees on Guoshan have been chopped down by some damned bastard!"
What? Zhang Cheng's expression changed; this had never happened before.
He followed the old village chief to the orchard.
The villagers, young and old, were all gathered here, their faces grim.
An old woman cursed loudly, hurling insults at the beast who cut down the tree.
The old village chief and Zhang Cheng arrived, and team leaders Li Yongheng, Zhang Jucai, and others quickly came to greet them.
"Village chief, most of the fruit trees are beyond saving; they were cut too deep."
“I just took a walk around the area and saw some footprints on the back mountain path.”
"Let's go take a look!"
Soon, a group of people arrived at the back mountain path. Looking at the footprints on the muddy path, they couldn't help but curse.
"Follow the footprints!"
"I want to see which damned bastard is capable of doing such a heinous thing!"
Although it hasn't rained since the Lunar New Year, the snow in the mountains has just melted, making the air damp and the mountain roads muddy, leaving clear footprints.
"I'm going back to get my weapons!"
"I'm going too!"
The old village chief didn't stop him, but stood on the mountain path with a cold face.
Not long after, the uncles who had brought the weapons came running back with grim faces.
"Let's go!" the old village chief ordered, and strode out following the footprints on the mountain path.
The footprints were neat and orderly, pointing all the way to Wang Village.
"Damn it! It was those bastards from Wang Village who did it!"
"These sons are useless! They can't do anything worthwhile, all they do is steal, cheat, and do other hateful things!"
More than ten people from Zhangjia Village entered the village carrying hunting rifles, spears, clubs, and pitchforks. Upon hearing the news, villagers from Wang Village rushed to the scene.
"Zhang Xiangui, what brings you from Zhangjia Village to Wang Village?"
Wang Huanchun, the village chief of Wangcun, blocked the way, surrounded by a crowd.
Zhang Xiangui, his face dark, stared at Wang Huanchun and gritted his teeth, saying:
"Your Highness, you are of a higher generation, so I will give you face. Today, as long as you hand over those two beasts who ran to Zhangjia Fruit Mountain to cut down fruit trees, we will turn around and leave!"
"What do you mean?" Wang Huanchun frowned.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Xiangui snorted, scanned the crowd, and cursed:
“Last night, two beasts ran up to the orchard in our village and cut down hundreds of fruit trees!”
"Zhang Xiangui, even if someone cut down your village's fruit trees, what makes you think it was done by people from our village?"
"Exactly, what makes you so sure it was someone from our village who did it?"
"Zhang Xiangui, I think your village has gotten too big for its britches! Daring to cause trouble in our Wang Village!"
The old village chief, enraged, laughed and shouted:
"Fine, fine, you all don't acknowledge it, huh? Then go and take a look along the path. Last night, those two beasts followed the mountain path into your Wang Village. There are still footprints left on the path!"
"If footprints enter our village, does that mean they belong to our village?"
"Zhang Xiangui, do you even have a brain? What idiot would do something so heartless as to leave footprints?"
"Zhang Xiangui, do you think everyone else is as stupid as you? Leaving footprints for you to catch?"
The villagers of Wangcun have a point.
Wang Huanchun, leaning on his cane, stared at Zhang Xiangui, who was frowning, and said:
“Zhang Xiangui, you come to our village to cause trouble without any real evidence. Do you really think we are weaklings that you can bully at will?”
Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes, surveying the agitated villagers of Wang Village, and spoke slowly and deliberately:
“The footprints are still on the mountain path. If you think we are causing trouble, you can take out your shoes and compare the footprints.”
"That's right, Er Gouzi is right. If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear. Do you dare to take out your shoes and compare the shoe prints?"
"Heh, you think you can just say it matches the shoe print? Who do you think you are? Some kind of emperor?"
"Zhang Ergouzi is really stupid. Even if it was really someone from our village who did it, as long as the shoes are hidden, how could he know?"
Zhang Jucai also thought Zhang Cheng's statement was stupid.
Zhang Cheng's eyes were cold:
"If you bring out the shoes and compare the shoe prints to prove we made a mistake, I will compensate Wang Village with five thousand yuan!"
In an instant, all the noise disappeared.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at Zhang Cheng.
Five thousand yuan? Isn't this a sure-fire way to make money?
Wang Huanchun frowned, sizing up Zhang Cheng's cold expression, and thought to himself, "Is this little brat's brain made of mush?"
Zhang Xiangui was startled and whispered urgently in Zhang Cheng's ear:
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