Jia Youcai heard Chen Xueru say that she had shot and killed someone.
He didn't care at all and said with a smile: "It's okay, killing a beast is no big deal. To die under the gun of your Miss Chen, it was a blessing in his previous life.
Look at your man, he killed hundreds of people in a short while. You are far behind him in terms of skills.
Don't worry, I'll sleep with you tonight, and you'll forget all the unpleasant things tomorrow."
Chen Xueru heard that Jia Liu still looked frivolous.
Cheng was amused and stopped crying. He lay on Jia Youcai's shoulder and hit him with his fist.
"Jia Liu, you're still so annoying, you only know how to say sweet things to coax me.
And don't say rude words, or I'll ignore you from now on."
Cough, cough, Lao Yang really couldn't bear to watch it anymore. What the hell is this guy doing?
Having lived to such an old age, now in his thirties, he has traveled south and north, climbed snow-capped mountains, and waded through swamps.
Old Yang, who had fought against the Japanese and the puppet army and thought he had seen all kinds of big scenes, was almost hugged by the two men in public and their vicious words almost broke his defense.
He quickly coughed twice to indicate that there were a group of living people nearby.
It's not appropriate for the two of you to show your affection like this.
And that little bastard, it was a blessing for him to die at the gunpoint of his wife.
Old Yang was speechless. He only wanted to curse, nothing else.
Jia Youcai listened to Lao Yang's dry cough and turned his head to glance at him.
You have no sense at all. Bullshit, just go get treatment if you are sick. Can't you see that the man is coaxing his wife?
He deserved to be forced to step down. No one else said anything, but you, Old Yang, were the only one who was capable. I couldn't stand it, so I turned my head away and didn't look.
Jia Youcai had guessed it long ago. Lao Yang and Lao Wang were the directors of a steel mill with 10,000 employees.
A Nanluoguxiang street director is a senior cadre with real power.
Jia Youcai put Chen Xueru on the ground, holding her hand, and instructed the people who gathered around Jiajia Village, "Jia Gui, where are you and that guy, Zhang Biao, Youcai, Cai Quanwu, the rest of you, take the lead and clean up the corpses of those animals outside.
Search your body and leave everything except your weapons to me.
Let’s see if there are any other valuable things. Cai Quanwu will count them later and give them to every household.
The bodies were thrown into the ravine in the back mountain and buried there, and then we went to the burial place.
Okay, everyone, go back and do what you need to do. We’ll come to the ancestral hall for a buffet later in the evening.
Hey, where is He Daqing? You go and prepare first. We will have the dinner tonight.
If you want to get the ingredients, go to the next village and look for Qin Huairu and Xu Huizhen; they have stocks.
Let's make whatever we can. I'll bring the main rations over later. There are a few bags in the trunk."
Lao Yang and Lao Wang watched as Jia Youcai gave an order, and hundreds of men really began to work in an orderly manner, following his instructions.
It's also surprising. Does this little bastard have such a high reputation in the village?
I keep my word, but I feel like a mountain eagle.
There were no older elders in the village to take care of things, so they just listened to what he said.
Seeing that most people had left, Jia Youcai asked Chen Xueru beside him, "Why didn't I see the two girls and your cousin beside you?"
Chen Xueru pouted and said, "I've asked the women, the elderly, and the children to hide in the mountains. They won't come out unless I call them."
Jia Youcai asked curiously, "Tell me, what happened? Why did so many people come to our house? When did they come?"
Chen Xueru patted her chest and said in a state of shock, "It's all luck. When you entered the city this morning, didn't you ask Cai Quanwu to learn how to drive?
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