It was not until Sun Meiping appeared at the gate of the Zhao family with the village chief and the Zhao clan leader that Qingsong and his companions dropped the wooden sticks in their hands.
Village chief Wang didn't want to come, but because Sun Meiping came forward, he had to come. After all, he didn't dare to neglect her for the sake of Sun Meiping's family.
"What's going on?" Village Chief Wang asked sternly with his hands behind his back.
The yard was in a mess, and the family members could not notice anything unusual. Although the three children beat them with sticks, their force was ultimately too weak.
But the blood on Qingsong's face and the bruises on Qingfeng's face were shocking.
"Village Chief Wang, these three kids are too disrespectful to their elders and beat my family with sticks." The villain was the first to complain.
"Nonsense, it was clearly your family who beat up Qingfeng and Qingsong." After the initial shock, Zhao Yongwen regained his senses.
"Village chief, look, the two children have wounds on their faces." Zhao Yongwen pulled Qingsong and Qingfeng over.
The butcher laughed. Their attempt to kill Zhao Daqing was overshadowed by their current minor dispute.
Unfortunately, Qingfeng always remembered this incident. When he saw the village chief, he said in a crisp voice, "Village chief, please help us. He killed my grandfather."
When Qingfeng was over 50 years old, all he wanted was to avenge his grandfather and catch the murderer who killed his grandfather. He imitated his mother's way of asking the village chief to administer justice, and made a request to the village chief Wang.
The butcher frowned and looked at the little brat. He didn't expect that Zhao Yongwen had been led astray by his own family, and this little bastard was still holding on to him.
"Village Chief Wang, you can't trust what this kid says, he's just talking nonsense." The butcher stepped forward quickly to explain.
"I'm not talking nonsense, it was you who pushed my grandfather, and he fell down and then passed away..." Qingfeng yelled at the butcher with tears in his eyes.
"You rude child." The butcher spoke softly, treating Qingfeng as a naughty child.
Village Chief Wang was not willing to get involved in the Zhao family's affairs, so he took Qingfeng's words as nonsense. Chief Zhao looked at the butcher in confusion, but did not say anything.
At this point, two highly respected men in the village came to the Zhao family. Instead of dealing with the murder of Zhao Daqing, they dealt with the dispute between Zhao Qingsong's brothers and sisters and the butcher.
Finally, Village Chief Wang asked the butcher and his family to leave Zhao Daqing's house, and the matter ended there.
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After strolling around the city for a day, Qian Chunhua bought nothing and returned to Dong's house.
There are many good things in the city. Qian Chunhua didn't buy any because she thought it was troublesome. It won't be too late to buy them later since she will live here for a long time.
After returning to the Dong Mansion, Manager Dong gave Qian Chunhua the newly-issued household registration certificate and land deed.
According to Qian Chunhua's request, the household registration was also completed for Qian's mother and Qian Xingshan, but they were divided into two households.
Qian Chunhua looked at the freshly-released document. In modern terms, he could be considered a city dweller with real estate.
"Chunhua, why don't you stay for a few more days?" Old Madam Dong still wanted to keep Qian Chunhua. She felt that being a mother to Chunhua was not as good as Chunhua being a mother to their Dong family.
Old Madam Dong felt uncomfortable and wanted to keep Qian Chunhua and treat her better and better.
Qian Chunhua smiled, "Aunt, I will move as soon as I return to Dong. I can play as long as I want in the future."
"Haha, that's right. Look how confused I am." Old Madam Dong laughed. Why didn't she think of that?
"So when are we leaving?"
"Let's go early tomorrow morning." Qian Chunhua thought that if he set out early tomorrow morning, he would be able to return home in two days at most.
This trip to the provincial office took much less time than I expected.
"Then I will arrange two carriages and two guards, and help you move after we get back." Old Madam Dong was very straightforward and even thought of the moving labor for Qian Chunhua.
Qian Chunhua was happy, "Okay, thank you, auntie."
Qian Chunhua appreciated Mrs. Dong’s kindness.
Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Qian Chunhua got up early and prepared to set off after breakfast.
The Dong family had already prepared breakfast, and Qian Chunhua had breakfast accompanied by the Dong family members.
At this time, Manager Dong appeared in front of the door with an anxious look on his face. It turned out that the news that Tugang Village was robbed by bandits the night before had already spread to the provincial capital.
When Manager Dong got the news, he rushed to the backyard immediately.
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