"As expected of Zhang Jiazi, he's not only got guts, but also brave and resourceful. This is a big deal for our Zhangjia Village. To make the entire Wang Village back down, write a note, and put their fingerprints on it... Er Gouzi, you deserve to have your own page in the family genealogy."
"As for you..." Li Xingshan looked at Li Xiaodai and the other two.
"Sir, although we didn't die, we went there with the intention of dying. You can't go back on your word."
Li Xiaodai hurriedly spoke up. To have a separate page dedicated to the family genealogy—what an honor! How could they allow the old master to go back on his word?
“Yes, yes, sir, you can’t go back on your word. We haven’t backed down from anything we were supposed to do,” Li Chirou chimed in.
"Alright, alright!" Li Xingshan laughed. "You guys certainly have some courage."
Why is it that we only acted out of reckless courage, while Er Gouzi is both brave and resourceful?
Everyone was safe and sound, and they received compensation from Wang Village, so the villagers were naturally in high spirits.
If it weren't already past 9 pm, we might have gotten together for a drink.
"Alright, it's getting late, everyone should go back and rest."
Tomorrow morning, everyone go to the ancestral hall and add a separate page for Er Gouzi in the family genealogy!
Li Xingshan is quite old, and it is already remarkable that he has been able to persist until now.
After saying goodbye to his fellow villagers, Zhang Cheng ran towards the village committee.
When he left the village at dusk, he took Shi Yangyang to Zhao Qingwan's place.
Village Committee.
Shi Yangyang, wearing a plaid cotton-padded jacket, stood at the door, her large, beautiful eyes filled with worry.
Zhao Qingwan stood beside her, offering quiet words of comfort. She told Shi Yangyang:
"Yangyang, don't worry. Zhang Cheng is so capable, he'll definitely be fine. It's so cold outside, you should go inside first!"
Shi Yangyang shook her head and remained silent.
Suddenly, Shi Yangyang's eyes lit up as she watched the figure jogging towards her from a distance, and she felt her heart pounding wildly.
Zhang Cheng, who was walking towards the village committee, blinked and couldn't help but smile as he watched Shi Yangyang running towards him from a distance.
He rushed forward, embraced her tightly, and said:
"Honey, did you miss me?"
"Yes!" Shi Yangyang nodded heavily, holding Zhang Cheng tightly in her arms.
"Let's go back!"
Zhang Cheng swept her up in a princess carry, looked up at Zhao Qingwan standing under the eaves of the village committee building, and called out:
"Zhao Zhiqing, Yangyang and I are going back now!"
"Be careful on the road!" Zhao Qingwan said with envy and a smile on her lips.
Holding Shi Yangyang in his arms, Zhang Cheng walked briskly, humming a little tune.
"I love you, I love you like a mouse loves rice..."
What song is this? Shi Yangyang raised her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, staring at Zhang Cheng's sharply defined face.
Soon, the two returned to the consignment shop at the entrance of the village.
Standing outside the store, Zhang Cheng stared at the open door, his smile quickly fading.
Without putting Shi Yangyang down, Zhang Cheng strode into the house.
The place was a complete mess.
Goods were scattered all over the ground.
We've been robbed!
Shi Yangyang, who was being held by Zhang Cheng, saw the goods scattered all over the ground and immediately struggled to get Zhang Cheng to put her down.
"how so!"
Shi Yangyang pouted, tears welling up in her large, beautiful eyes. Things were just starting to get better, and then this happened.
Seeing Shi Yangyang's anxious face, on the verge of tears, Zhang Cheng smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair. He said:
"Honey, let's tidy up together."
Light the kerosene lamp.
Zhang Cheng picked up the broom and dustpan that were placed behind the door and happily began to sweep.
Shi Yangyang didn't expect Zhang Cheng to have such a good attitude. She bit her lip, squatted down, and reached out to pick up the white rice on the ground.
It took more than half an hour to sort out the goods scattered all over the ground.
Zhang Cheng told Shi Yangyang to go to the bedroom, then ran to the kitchen and boiled water.
After washing up, Zhang Cheng crawled into bed, chuckled, and hugged Shi Yangyang, expertly slipping his hand inside her underwear.
"Aren't you angry?"
Shi Yangyang turned her head and looked at Zhang Cheng, whose face showed no sign of anger.
"Why are you angry?" Zhang Cheng asked with a smile, leaning closer.
"I'll go ask tomorrow, then I'll find out who stole it, right?"
You think you can just ask around and find out? Would anyone admit it?
"Time to sleep!"
Zhang Cheng chuckled and kissed Shi Yangyang's red lips.
at the same time.
Inside the mud house behind the old house, Zhang An, wearing a cotton-padded coat and carrying a kerosene lamp, looked at the full stock of rice, flour, and other daily necessities, feeling both excited and worried.
The reason they put everything here is because Li Dali said it's a case of "the darkest place is under the lamp," and Zhang Ergouzi would never have imagined that they would put the stolen goods here.
Zhang An clenched his fist.
"Er Gouzi, you cursed my son to death, so it's not too much for me to take this little bit of your stuff, is it?"
"From now on, we're even!"
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