By the time Zhou Haoran left the Liang family, the sun in the sky had already turned to the west.

He heard a lot about the Liu family from the Liang family. The more he heard, the tighter his brows became.

If what they say is true... no, even 50% of the truth is enough to make Zhou Haoran feel extremely uncomfortable with the Liu family.

Originally, he thought that this family was just forced by a poor life, and in order to survive, they tried their best to seize resources from outsiders.

But unexpectedly, he heard a shocking thing from the Liang family's aunt——

During the food crisis a few years ago, the Liu family cooked and fed several of their daughters!

When Zhou Haoran was drinking with Father Shen and the village chief uncle at home, he heard them talk about ancient times, and they were talking about the rumors of cannibalism in 1959.

The reason why rumors are rumors is that they have no basis in fact.

However, today he actually heard about Yi Zi and eating... no, it was about cooking and eating flesh and blood of relatives.

Under the oath of the Liang family aunt, Zhou Haoran could only believe it.

Country lady, if you swear on your future grandson, you can only say that it is 100% true.

After getting on the bullock cart, Zhou Haoran looked serious and drove the bullock cart towards the commune.

It was impossible for a young man to survive by eating the flesh and blood of his sisters, and he could not persuade him to quit with a gentle warning.

This family is extremely vicious. How can the young and old in the family withstand it?

Not to mention that Zhang Chunnuan was pregnant, which was the most critical and vulnerable time.

As the only mature man in the family, he must protect his home.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and whipped it on the cow's back, causing the hard-working old scalper to speed up his pace a bit.

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Mr. Zhou "gathered" a large group of young and middle-aged men in Shanjiao Village, then went to the brigade to ask Company Commander Nie to borrow a group of unarmed militiamen, and marched to the commune.

When he arrived at Daliang Commune, the old man went directly to the commune militia camp.

When he first came from the capital, one of the people who escorted him to Shanjiao Village was the battalion commander of the Daliang Commune militia battalion.

Because they were both soldiers, Mr. Zhou paid more attention to the battalion commander.

Be straightforward and straight to the point when meeting.

"Mr. Zhou, are you saying that the young man who had a fight in front of Daliang Middle School this morning is your junior?"

The commune militia battalion commander's surname was Jing, a name that did not exist in the area. I was surprised when Mr. Zhou mentioned that the person who almost strangled the young boy to death that morning was a junior from the old general's family.

In the past, the village had never seen fights that got angry and resulted in people's lives, but the people involved were either second-rate people, or they were villagers from two or even more villages for the sake of a major day-to-day event.

The incident of beating a junior student in the Yameni street.

It has been ten years since I came to Daliang Commune, and this is the first time I have seen the manager.

Mr. Zhou had a straight face, suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, I heard at home that that little bastard didn't work in the team, but actually went to the commune school to bully the younger ones!"

As he spoke, the crutch in his hand hit the floor hard, making a crisp clicking sound.

Seeing that Mr. Zhou was so angry that the manager began to shake with anger, the manager quickly stepped forward to support him and advised:

"Old general, don't be angry. Young people, you can't control your temper when you are angry. Fortunately, the young boy was not seriously injured, but..."

Mr. Zhou interrupted him: "No matter whether the person he beat is injured or not, he should be treated, recuperated, and compensated. If something really happens, go to the county and report it to the police, and the sentence will be whatever you want!"

"Old General, this is serious." The manager helped Mr. Zhou sit down. "How can we go to the police? Our commune's affairs will be handled by the commune itself."

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, fearing that the old man would not only cause trouble in the county, but also in the city or even the province.

I remember when I first sent the old general to Shanjiao Village and came back, cadres and leaders from the province, city, and county crowded the office of the commune president, telling them that they must serve the old general well.

Although the old general now looks like a arrogant old man who is enjoying his old age, twenty years ago, he was a man who could fight his way in and out of enemy positions!

Every scar on the body, every piece of shrapnel left in the body, is a hero's medal!

Mr. Zhou took advantage of the steps given by the manager and slid down.

"Even if you are a junior in my family, you must follow the rules of our commune!"

The CEO wiped his sweat again, and quickly glanced at the young juniors squatting or standing on the open space outside the office, complaining in his heart:

How can you bring so many people here if you follow the rules? It doesn’t look like you’re trying to reason, but rather like you’re going to rob people if you don’t agree with them.

The young men in the camp were confused. There were a lot of fights on weekdays, but they didn't see them bringing anyone back to the camp. Why were they so owed today?

No matter how dissatisfied the CEO was inside, he still had a righteous and respectful smile on his face.

"Mr. Zhou, it's not that I won't let him go, it's mainly that the two young men came to the camp and didn't say anything when asked.

To be honest, if you hadn't been here for a long time, I wouldn't have known there were any juniors from your family in there."

When Mr. Zhou heard this, he immediately started to curse: "You little brat! You brat! You talk nonsense at home, but if you leave it outside, it will turn into a gourd!"

The chief operating officer stood aside, holding his forehead helplessly.

Are all old heroes from the past like this? I have learned a lot.

After a while, the militiamen, who had received orders from the manager of operations, brought Tan Zhengping over.

Tan Zhengping was still thinking about who was coming at first. He made a guess, but when he saw Xiao Lin standing in a military posture outside the door, his heart collapsed.

Xiao Lin is here, what does it mean?

The person who came to explain must be Mr. Zhou!

Before, he thought that the person he least wanted to see was Wang Xinyu, but when he saw Xiao Lin and thought that Mr. Zhou was in the house, he really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in and never come out.

Tan Zhengping had a grimace on his face, lowered his head and followed the militiamen into the house. Before entering the door, out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Zhou Mingda and his mistress, who were winking at him.

He gritted his teeth and looked back, and took a quick look inside the room.

In addition to Mr. Zhou sitting in the office, there was also an unknown man in his thirties.

After just one glance, before I could distinguish the old man's expression, a rapid "ta da da" sound came out, representing the old man's anger.

Tan Zhengping immediately stood up straight unconsciously, with his legs straightened and his sphincter raised.

"You brat, you are really embarrassing me! I asked you why don't you just go to the ground and ask for leave? It turns out you are here to bully the younger ones!"

Mr. Zhou stood up quickly, picked up his crutch and hit Tan Zhengping on the body, "I'll let you fight! I'll let you bully the small!"

Tan Zhengping was unprepared for the first blow, and he happened to be hit on the knee socket. He was half shocked and half hurt by the hit, so he knelt down immediately.
Chapter completed!