Zhao Yongqiang's family was ruthlessly kicked out by Zhao's mother.
Mother Zhao's cold voice echoed in their ears: "Zhao Yongqiang's family is not worthy of participating in Zhao Daqing's funeral. Return the two hundred and ten taels of silver at home as soon as possible, otherwise I will report it to the authorities."
Zhao Yongqiang and his wife, Zhao Cuihong, were a couple who were not afraid of boiling water. They paid no attention to Zhao's mother's threats.
After returning home, they found that the butcher and his family had disappeared, even their children were nowhere to be seen.
"Did your father and the others escape?" Zhao Yongqiang looked at Cuihong.
Cuihong shook her head blankly, she didn't know either.
Zhao Yongqiang didn't care. He just let him run away. Anyway, that old man Zhao Daqing didn't care about him anymore. He deserved to die.
As long as the village chief and the clan leader don't interfere, Zhao Yongqiang is not afraid.
Doctor Qian came to Qian's house and gave Qian's mother a thorough examination. He concluded that she had suffered broken bones and could only rest in bed.
The news that Zhao Daqing was dead and Qian's mother was thrown to the ground and injured spread quickly in the village, causing quite a stir.
After hearing this, Village Chief Wang was shocked, but he did not take any action. He wanted to see how the incident would develop.
Village chief Wang didn't care about Zhao Yongwen's request to report to the police. The county government was busy hunting down bandits, so it didn't have the time to care about the trivial matters of your Zhao family.
This was indeed the case. The person who Zhao Yongwen had asked to report to the authorities in the county came back soon.
The news they brought back made Zhao Yongwen feel desperate: the county government said that they would talk about it when they were free.
Faced with such a response, Zhao Yongwen was helpless and had to take care of Zhao Daqing's future.
After enjoying a sumptuous meal at Qian Chunhua's shop, the butcher's family returned to Zhao Yongqiang's house again with no intention of leaving.
The butcher had already told Zhao Yongqiang that his family would live in Qian Chunhua's house next door, and if there was no room, they would stay in the shop.
Anyway, you don't eat your own rice or use your own firewood.
Zhao Yongqiang was eager to see a conflict between the butcher and Qian Chunhua, the bigger the conflict, the better.
Ever since they broke off their relationship, she had always been defeated by Qian Chunhua. This time, she was facing her father-in-law's family. Let's see what Qian Chunhua could do.
When Zhao Yongwen learned that the butcher and his men had returned, he went to their house angrily to question them.
The mother-in-law and several daughters-in-law burst into tears and cried loudly, "You are too bullying. If you don't want to take us in, just say so. Why do you have to frame us for killing your father!"
They cried and spoke with great emotion.
The butcher and the pillar also looked angry and glared at Zhao Yongwen.
However, Zhao Yongwen was just a weak scholar, with only three children, Qingsong, Xiaoling and Qingfeng, around him. Faced with the strength of the Qie family, he was helpless and could only glare at them angrily.
Driven by anger, Qingfeng rushed to the butcher and launched a fierce attack on him.
His punches rained down like raindrops, and his kicks were merciless.
"You bad guy, you pushed my grandfather!" he shouted. "He fell and bled a lot..."
The butcher Qian Chunhua was in a terrible mood as he could not find the silver at his home or in his shop. Qingfeng's action undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.
He grabbed Qingfeng by the collar and threw him out of the yard like a sandbag.
Qingfeng fell to the ground with a thud, his face and nose bruised.
Xiaoling hurriedly ran over to help her brother up, while Qingsong glared at them, standing in front of his younger brother and sister with his arms open, like a guardian angel.
"How dare you stare at me like that, you little bastard?" The butcher looked at Qingsong and roared.
As for Qingsong, the butcher had long been accustomed to beating and scolding him at will.
But this time, he saw Qingsong dare to glare at him, and a surge of anger surged in his heart. He raised his foot and kicked Qingsong.
However, after two months of hard training, Qingsong has already acquired considerable skills.
He flashed and easily avoided the butcher's attack.
"Oh, you still dare to hide?" The butcher sneered.
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