"You know what I mean, right? I heard that Lu Qingyang always gets the most work points. We work just as hard as he does, but we get less. Isn't that unfair?"

Wu Qiu finally understood that this was an internal conflict.

Thinking about how Lu Qingyang had just given him the ticket, he just asked him to take good care of his old mother and didn't ask for anything else.

On the other hand, Bao Xingye kept chattering in my ear, with many calculations in his words. He even tried to remind me when I was wrong, and the implication was obvious.

Accepting his ticket meant tacitly agreeing to a deal to work for him.

After thinking it through, he decisively refused: "No need, no reward without merit, you know my personality, I don't care about what you said."

"Brother Qiu..."

"Don't say anything. I just pretended I didn't hear what you said."

Bao Xingye was puzzled. The trick his elder brother taught him didn't work.

Never mind, isn't there a Ge 괗 Niu next to it? If this one doesn't work, try another one.

So he repeated the slightly clumsy words to Ge Niu verbatim.

Ge 괗Niu just sneered: "Don't waste your time on us. Instead of trying to please people, you might as well practice your shooting skills."

So, Lu Qingyang shot and killed a fat and silly roe deer with a "bang".

Bao Xingye was so anxious that he was jumping up and down. If he didn't take any action at all, how could he frame Lu Qingyang?

"This roe deer is really fat."

"Alright, Qingyang, your shooting is quite accurate!"

Well, Bao Xingye felt that things were not going well for him today, so he couldn't do anything about the frame-up, and he had to be Lu Qingyang's laborer for a day.

It was almost evening when Bao Xingye accidentally caught a glimpse of Lu Qingyang whispering to his horse with his head down.

Then he took something out of his bag and fed it to the horse.

Bao Xingye's heart suddenly tightened, and he stepped forward hastily, his eyes full of vigilance, fearing that Lu Qingyang would secretly act and poison his horse to death.

"You, you, you, what are you doing?"

"I saw your horse was so skinny that it was just skin and bones. I couldn't bear it, so I fed it some hay."

"My horse will find food by itself if it's hungry. Don't bother you." Bao Xingye frowned, his tone full of displeasure.

Lu Qingyang's gaze fell on the horse's sunken abdomen again, and he scanned the snowy ground around him where not even a blade of grass could be seen.

In this desolate wilderness with ice and snow, where can the horse find food?

It looks like I won't be able to have much good food when I get home.

I'm afraid if I go hungry for a few more days, I'll die.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, no wonder the horse was so easily bought off by his handful of fodder.

Bao Xingye stared at the hay in his bag, fearing that it might be poisonous.

Lu Qingyang fed the food to his horse calmly, "Don't worry, it won't be poisoned to death."

He just bought the horse with fodder.

I accidentally touched this horse before and found that it was always crying for hunger.

He kept cursing Bao Xingye's family along the way.

"He only knows how to make me work, and I can't even eat enough. He is worse than the donkey at the mill. I am starving. Why didn't you kick him to death just now? Is there no kind person who can feed me something?"

Bao Xingye was relieved at this time, and he no longer worried about what Lu Qingyang had in mind.

Lu Qingyang whispered to the horse: "You can see it too. It's not that I don't give you food, but you don't allow me to. You are really pitiful, you cow and horse."

After that, Lu Qingyang took out some dried meat and fed it to his horse.

The angry horse bared its teeth and made a protesting sound.

Bao Xingye whipped it with a horsewhip in dissatisfaction: "You have an opinion, what is your opinion?

The horse was already unhappy, and now being whipped made it even angrier.

"Let me work, and if you don't give me grass to eat, I'll fall to my death sooner or later!"

On the way back, the road gradually became flatter, and everyone, tired after a whole day's work, jumped on their horses one after another.

Bao Xingye saw this and wanted to follow the crowd, raising his leg to mount the horse that was still panting.

The horse seemed to be touched by something and suddenly became agitated, jumping and thumping its four hooves.

The harder Bao Xingye whipped it, the harder it got.

Finally, he kicked Bao Xingye, knocked him to the ground, and stomped on him several times.

After breaking free from Bao Xingye's restraints, it knew that a horse that hurt people would not have a good end, so it ran straight into the forest.

This scene happened so quickly that no one could react.

When Wu Qiu wanted to check on Bao Xingye, he found that he had passed out from the pain.

After Bao Guanghui and Bao Jingwu received the news, they rushed over immediately.

Bao Jingwu felt so distressed when he saw his son with several broken ribs, "My son, how could you become like this after losing your business?"

Bao Guanghui looked at the people present suspiciously, and stared at Lu Qingyang steadily.

"What happened? Why did my brother become like this?"

Wu Qiu calmly explained: "I was too rough just now, and the horse suddenly jumped up, so..."

Anyone who has ridden a horse knows that falling off a horse is not uncommon.

"That horse is so docile, how is that possible? Someone must be playing tricks on me!"

Bao Jingwu looked at the scattered fox hair on the ground, and felt frightened:

"No... No, Guanghui, stop talking. Let's go find a doctor right away. Don't delay your brother!"

"I'll come back to settle the score with you later."

Seeing Bao Xingye being taken away, Ge Xiaoniu also felt puzzled:

"Everyone saw it just now. He whipped the horse's back himself, and the horse got excited... What does it have to do with us?"

"When someone asks us about this, we will tell the truth. Don't be afraid. We have done nothing wrong."

If the Bao family had not treated Ma Xun harshly, he would not have found such an opportunity.

Bao Xingye was sent to the infirmary, where Doctor Zhu simply gave him a few touches.

"The ribs are broken. I don't think I can treat him here. Let's send him to the town hospital! How could it be so serious? You need to get him treated quickly or he'll die!"

Bao Jingwu held the tuft of fox hair in his hand and muttered to himself:

"It was not intentional, it was definitely not intentional. It was the Fox Immortal who came to take revenge on us. Guanghui, it's all your fault for shooting yesterday. Look how you've hurt your brother."

"What fox fairy, dog fairy, Dad, if you say that again, I'll be angry! I'll take Xingye to the hospital first, you stay home."

Although he said this, he actually had no idea.

Bao Jingwu returned home in a state of suspicion, thinking that he must find a way to pray to the immortal and ask him to forgive their family's sins.