A gentleman takes revenge, and ten years is never too late, but Li Baoguo is not a gentleman, and he cannot wait that long. Furthermore, at such an old age, Li Baoguo works day and night, and there are great variables in whether he can survive ten years.

So he planned to take revenge for killing the dog tonight. It can be seen that the villain Li Baoguo and the male protagonist Wang Busheng are similar in that they are not willing to spend the night with hatred.

It has to be said that Li Baoguo stayed in the position of Li Zheng for more than ten years and was very famous. It can be said that he called for retribution. Li Baoguo just shouted a few times in Wuhu Village, and eight or nine people came.

There were a few local ruffians, old men in their eighties, and even urchins with runny noses, all of whom came with their sleepy eyes open, which made people feel distressed.

Li Baoguo was very happy to see this luxurious lineup. This family's ten pounds of mutton was not wasted.

The group of people rushed towards the small temple of Wang Immortal. The moon was dark and the wind was high, so it was very hard for everyone on the way. Fortunately, they were all mountain people and were used to hard work.

Wang Busui ran very fast, as fast as the wind, and his feet did not touch the ground. After all, he was guilty of being a thief and was seen by others. How could Wang Bushit not run fast? Carrying Rhubarb on his back did not affect his running speed at all, and his face

Not red, out of breath, not in a hurry, I guess climbing to the fifth floor will be fine. It shows that human potential is unlimited. If a dog jumps over a wall in a hurry, there is nothing he can't do, only what he can't imagine.

Li Baoguo would definitely not let him go. Obviously it would be unwise to hide back in the small temple now. Unfortunately, Wang Budie could only hide in the woods not far from the small temple.

Fortunately, the rain has eased a lot, and people will not catch cold if they stay outside. Li Baoguo will not let him go, but Wang Budie does not want Li Baoguo to get an advantage, so...

Not long after, Li Baoguo led his people to chase him. The most active ones were Li Xiaoguo and Li Erzhuang. They were young and ran at the front. When they came to the door of the small temple, Li Xiaoguo kicked the door of the small temple.

, the force was so strong that he probably even used up all his strength to suck the milk, but the door of the small temple did not move at all. Li Xiaoguo kicked him again when he saw this, and it was still the same. The ancients were still very honest and would not cut corners.

Among the helpers, some are old men and some are naughty boys. Naturally, they cannot do this kind of physical work. But the rogue ruffian, well, well, he is just a soy sauce worker and is only responsible for standing in the field. If he has other needs, he needs to pay more.

Li Baoguo's search for samples found it difficult to add more money. He didn't know when the ten pounds of mutton would be cashed out.

When the sky collapsed and the ground collapsed, Li Baoguo saw it and shouted: "Get out of the way, you two losers, look at me." The ginger is spicy and the wine is fragrant. Li Baoguo stood still five meters away.

He took a few deep breaths, and then sprinted towards the door of the small temple with lightning speed. His momentum was like a rainbow, and the surrounding air seemed to have stopped.

Wang Busheng, who was hiding in the woods, saw clearly and was secretly amused.

The posture was beautiful, and the momentum was also very good, but the effect was probably a little worse. He hit the small temple door hard, and Li Baoguo only felt a strong rebound. He staggered back a few steps, and Li Baoguo fell heavily.

On the ground. It was obvious that he was not seriously injured, that he was too young and did not know how to take care of his body. He must be criticized.

Behind the small temple door, Wang Bushit inserted three door bolts, and there were five or six wooden sticks to hold it back. Li Baoguo, who was a porker, wanted to break the door open, unless he turned the fat on his body into muscles.

The kind that can move.

Li Baoguo only felt pain in his buttocks. Seeing this, Li Xiaoguo hurriedly helped his father up and asked, "Dad, how are you? Are you injured?"

"It's his uncle's, I'll fight with him." Li Baoguo stood up and said, "We, the three of us, will come together."

The three of them stood side by side, with solemn eyes and murderous intent, "Wang Bu Die, today next year will definitely be your anniversary." Lao Li secretly swore in his heart, swearing with the dignity of an official of the Ming Empire.

"One, two, three, sprint."

There is strength in numbers. This saying makes sense. Three people hit the door of the small temple heavily. Finally, the door of the small temple was overwhelmed and the entire door was knocked down. The three people were no better.

The speed was too fast, and their bodies wanted to stop instantly. They did not have that ability, so they fell to the ground along with the small temple door.

The three of them felt that all the bones in their bodies were falling apart, and they heard screams one after another.

It wasn't over yet. The three of them only saw an object flying down from the top of the gatehouse. It looked very familiar. Only when they got closer did the three of them see clearly that it was Izuku's toilet.

Ordinary people are still very particular about frugality and are reluctant to throw away anything useful. For example, these golden things excreted from the human body will of course turn black if they are not digested well. If you have eaten watermelon, they will also turn red.

Ordinary people will pack these things in barrels and send them to their fields or vegetable fields. This stuff will be a good fertilizer.

Seeing the toilet flying towards him, Li Xiaoguo reacted quickly. He raised his foot and kicked it towards the toilet. Li Xiaoguo reacted very quickly, but maybe there was a short circuit in his brain. He didn't kick the toilet away, but kicked it over.

, and suddenly the rain from the sky was mixed with yellow objects falling down, covering the faces and bodies of the three people.

It is raining, fish is falling, and feces is falling from the sky. You need to understand the smell. The helpers outside the door are all retching.

"Until the king dies and avenges me, I, Li Baoguo, swear that I will not be a human being." Li Baoguo scratched his face randomly and sighed. He ordered the people outside the door, "What are you still doing? Go in and search the house. Dig for three days."

I'm going to find that kid too,"

For those few kilograms of mutton, a few people had no choice but to walk in through the small door. The smell was so strong that they had to cover their noses and pick their noses.

An old man stepped forward and said, "Nephew Li Xian, can I pay more for digging the land?"

Li Baoguo wanted to kill someone and shouted angrily: "Go and search quickly."

However, a few people were indifferent and looked at Li Baoguo eagerly.

This group of white-eyed wolves, bad guys who eat chicken without spitting out bones, have no sympathy. They are like this themselves, and they even raise the price temporarily, which makes all their hard work for Wuhu Village in vain. Li Baoguo said helplessly: "Okay,

Each person plus a chicken."

"What are you waiting for? That boy Wang Busui has bullied others too much. He must take revenge." The old man threw away his crutch and said hello, and the group of people ran towards the house.

"Ouch, why are there still nails?"

"Ouch, there are definitely mousetraps in this kid's quilt."

"Damn, what does this kid eat every day? There isn't a grain of rice in the rice vat, and there are only a few lazy toads in the pot."

As expected, the people were still young and simple, working for the leaders and doing their best. Even places like pots where people could not be hidden were scanned.

Wang Bushu, who was in the woods, took out a roast chicken and took a few bites, and said with a smile: "A bunch of fools, who would hide in their own home, they can run away from the monks, but they can't run away from the temple, but I am not a monk."

Soon several people came out of the room, holding quilts, bowls, chopsticks, and some torn strips of clothes in their hands, which Wang Busui had been using to clean the table.

Li Baoguo was helpless about the habit of plucking geese among the people in his village. His people were distraught, it was difficult to lead the team, and he was unwilling to do it because there was no advantage. He shook his head and asked, "Have you found it?"

An old man limped out. This must be the man who had just helped everyone. He was probably a little injured and replied: "No, not even a mouse dropping."

Well, hearing that sensitive word again made Li Baoguo want to vomit again.

When they entered the house to search, Li Baoguo and three other people washed themselves with water from the water tank in the yard. The water in the water tank was brought by Wang Busheng, and they were not grateful.

The answer was already in Li Baoguo's mind. How could that kid stay in the temple and wait for him to catch him? He came here just for his own honor. Now that he's here, he has to do something. Monk

If you run away, there is no need to keep the temple.

Li Baoguo shouted, "Burn this ruined temple."

The glorious responsibility of "Okay" fell on Li Xiaoguo and Li Erzhuang.

People are still a little afraid of burning down small temples. After all, this temple used to be dedicated to the Bodhisattva. Although it was built in the early days of the Ming Dynasty, some of them were destroyed and some were demolished. But who knows whether the aura of the Bodhisattva is still there.

Wondering what happened to the Bodhisattva, in order to avoid harming Chiyu and the others, they decisively retreated to the distance from the small temple.

The small temple was a wooden structure, and it quickly caught fire. Although it was raining, it was quickly evaporated by the blazing fireworks. In the haze, a layer of water vapor enveloped the small temple.

This small temple has a history of hundreds of years. If this was known to the cultural relics protection department of the Ming Empire, I don’t know how many experts would be heartbroken. This is a good reference for studying the development of religions in previous dynasties, as well as architectural techniques and characteristics.

Value. A fire destroyed the small temple and countless cultural treasures.

Wang Busui looked at the small temple in the fire from a distance. Li Lizheng's revenge was so sharp. Wang Busui felt a faint pain in his heart. That was his home. The place where he had lived for more than ten years had too many memories and beautiful things.

, some were sad, some were Lao Immortal’s strict demands, some were Lao Immortal’s careful care, and some were his playmates’ wealthy doghouses. Everything, a fire destroyed everything, and also destroyed his future in Wuhu Village.

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Seeing the burning fire, Li Baoguo suddenly felt that the depression in his heart had improved a lot, and he felt very comfortable, "Let's go down the mountain."

With a greeting, the group of people hurried down the mountain, leaving only a piece of rubble and Mr. Li's proud laughter, "Hahaha", the laughter spread far, far away.

Wang Busheng didn't run over to take a look. It was burned like this, and there was no value in salvaging it. There was nothing valuable inside. He picked up the rhubarb on his back, and walked towards Wangcai's grave without nostalgia or reluctance.

There was no grass growing on Wangcai's grave, and there was no smoke, just as it was when he was buried.

"Wangcai, I brought your daughter-in-law to you, so you won't be alone in the future." After Wang Bushu finished speaking, he dug up again. Seeing Wangcai's body covered in soil, Wang Bushu shed tears again and put the rhubarb away.

He went in, then filled it with soil again, and everything returned to the way it was before. Wang Busui changed a few more strokes on the tombstone, and Dahuang chose to be buried as a sacrifice. He couldn't leave his name behind. Wang Busui planned to give himself a chance.

If you publish a book, you will definitely use rhubarb as a model of the deep love between husband and wife, set up a monument or something, and promote it vigorously to make them a household name in the animal world.

Homeless, no matter where you are, your home is yours. Since you can't stay here anymore, you will leave. However, before you leave, you must leave something for the evil father and son. You come and I do things.

, there must always be a beginning and an end. Even if the king is not dead, he is not someone to be bullied.

The way down the mountain is still the same. After staying in the rain for so long, the clothes have already been soaked and stick to the body, which outlines Wang Busui's beautiful figure. I have to say that this is all the result of Lao Busui. Only by exercising more can he look better.

He has a good figure. Of course Li Baoguo also exercises, but his body parts are wrong.

The village was still dark, but the Li family's mansion was also brightly lit, as bright as day.

Wang BuShui came to the corner and hid in the darkness because Wang BuShui heard the voices of several people inside.

Wang Bu Si pressed against the wall, listening to the sounds inside.

"Li Zheng, we were promised ten pounds of mutton, but it didn't turn out to be one pound."

"You heard wrong, I said one pound."

"Nephew Li Xian, you can't behave like this. We are all neighbors. We must be kind and keep our words."

"Old man, who is your nephew? Why am I so rude? You have proof. If you don't, don't talk nonsense."

"Uncle Li, I want to eat chicken"

"Go, go, go, there is no chicken, I still want to eat chicken." Thinking about it, Li Baoguo was heartbroken that the chickens disappeared en masse before he could eat them.

"Master Li, how could you do this? I have worked so hard for you all night, and only one pound of pork is not enough to make a meal of braised pork."
Chapter completed!