Yang Xuehua trembled forward, and stunned to pull Zhang Chunnun's clothes.

"You ... you ... you killed him?!"

Zhang Chunnun turned back and saw his small figure in the pupil of the other person's tightening.

She pursed her lips, concentrated on her heart, smiled, and said:

"How are you! Rest assured, how can people die so easily?"

Sure enough, at the moment her voice fell, the alopecia areata man who passed out woke up and woke up.

"His -hurts ..."

Zhang Chunnun held his hoe with one hand, holding Yang Xuehua with one hand, and after two steps, he heard the noisy sound of a group of people who came.

Those who heard the news of the killing people came nearby, and from the river village, Shanghe Village, Niutou Village, Niushi Village, of course, there were more than a dozen people in Shanjiao Village.

At the beginning, the villagers in Shanjiao Village did not know who the protagonist was. He heard other people's discussions, saying that it was the little widow who moved into Xiahe Village the day before and died a hoe, and then reflected Zhang Chunnuan.

The people of the mountains and villagers looked at each other. After a few haweds, Zhang Chunnun added a glory of a man.

Their village is to go out of the brigade!

No one is worried about the consequences of Zhang Chunnuan who killed people.

Isn't it just killed someone! In the past two years, there were still two villages nearby in the nearby brigade to fight in groups because of field problems.

Both the militia and the public security have arrived, and they brought them back and put them back. Those who killed people did not stay in the village to plant land.

Except for Zhou Jianjun, who had a good relationship with the Shen family, others looked lively.

In the surrounding circle, Zhang Chunnun, the alopecia areata men who woke up with blood stains waved in front of the sober alopecia areata man, and groaned with a smile:

"Can you be comfortable to wait for you?"

When Zhang Chunnuan came over, the alopecia areata men struggled to stay away from her in horror.

Zhang Chunnuan didn't miss the resentment of the opponent's eyes, and was covered up by fear.

However, she didn't take it in heart. Anyway, the soldiers would stop, and the water came to cover the soil. She couldn't even have such a scum.

Zhang Chun warmly straightened his body, his hands overlapped, his elbows were at the bottom of the handle, and his chin ordered a little towards the alopecia areata man. He turned his head and said to Yang Xuehua:

"See, face the wicked, you have to be more evil than him, he will be afraid of you."

Yang Xuehua bit her lower lip, and she didn't dare to implement it. She whispered and whispered: "This is not good for you ..."

"Well--" Zhang Chunnun couldn't help laughing at the words, "Is your current reputation good? Anyway, you can't die, and the fame is always better than being entangled by these people!"

Whether before passing or after crossing, Zhang Chunnun did not take his reputation.

The so -called reputation is just the negative of life.

Some people live a life that dislikes in order to make a good reputation, and some people, for the so -called bad reputation, buried young life.

There is Longquan under the tongue, and the killing is not seen.

As long as she is worthy of her heart, she cares what others say!

At this moment, the onlookers were separated from the outside, and the group squeezed into the encirclement circle.

The villager soldiers who met with Zhang Chunnun and the captains of the production teams of Xiahe Village, of course, also had Zhou Lixue.

When the boss Yang saw Zhang Chunnun and Yang Xuehua standing side by side, he opened his mouth and just wanted to talk. When he touched Zhang Chun warmly with a hoe with dried dark red blood, he wanted to swallow it from the tip of the tongue.

When his eyes moved to the ground, when he covered the alopecia areata man who wiped his shoulder, he was relieved.

People do n’t die, and people do n’t die. Why do they say?

Zhou Lixue is not as optimistic as him. After all, the people in their own team are.

What really wants, that is also the responsibility of your own team.

Seeing this, the villagers and soldiers first checked the wounds for the alopecia areata man with a face on the face, but they just looked serious and did not grab the key.

He relieved heavily, looking at Zhang Chun warmly with his face.

If their brigade had serious casualties during the ditch ditch, let alone his village militia chief, the deputy secretary of the secretary, and the village director deputy director must eat and hang up.

The first time he received the news, he blocked the news. He did not dare to let the other cadres of the brigade know that after all, the cadres of the commune still did not leave in Xiahe Village.

For the peace brigade, just solve our own brigade, so we do n’t need the trouble of trouble.

The villagers and soldiers beckoned behind the people, and came out a middle -aged man carrying the medicine box.

Zhang Chunnuan has never seen this man, but in the memory of the original owner, he is the village doctor of the brigade health center. Before liberation, he was a barefoot doctor.

The village doctors cut the sleeves of the alopecia areata with scissors, exposing the whole picture of the wound.

Then open the portable box, first take out a glass medicine bottle, and apply some iodine to apply it on the wound with a cotton swab.

With his movements, the alopecia areata men couldn't help hissing in his mouth, and he grinned with his teeth.

At the same time as the village doctor's treatment, the leader of the villagers walked in front of Zhang Chunnuan and Yang Snowflake, and asked seriously:

"Comrade Zhang Chunnuan, what is going on? Why do you hurt people?"

Zhang Chunnun raised his eyebrows and pointed to the planets of the alopecia areata men who couldn't get up on the ground, and said:

"Nie, I suspect that they are enemy specialists hidden among the people!"

As soon as this statement comes out, all of them are quiet.

The village doctor gave the alopecia areata men's hand and took the medicine.

"Ah!" The alopecia areata men have a painful eyes.

A few of his associates shouted the grievance:

"Nie Lianchang is wronged! We just look at the hard ditch of the two women, just want to help!"

"We are really not an enemy specialty! Nie Lian, you can check, the eight generations of my ancestors live here, it is really wrong!"

"You can't believe what they say! We just want to help, they scolded us, and then picked up the hoe and hit it like crazy!"

"Yes, yes! We are kind! Just want to help others!"

The villagers and soldiers listened to their shouts, frowned tightly, revealing the deep Sichuan character pattern.

He looked at Zhang Chunnian and asked, "What else do you have to say about Comrade Zhang Chunnuan?"

Zhang Chun warmly laughed, and looked at a few people who couldn't help but shouted the injustice. The red lips were slightly opened and asked:

"Am I your dad or your mother? Do you want you to rush to help the labor?"

Several people who shouted injustice were like pressing the pause key.

Zhang Chunnuan asked again: "Do you dare to guarantee the face of everyone present, have not done illegal discipline and interfere with the people's production and life?"

Seeing a few people's lips slightly moved, she hurriedly added:

"You also said that the eight generations of thencestors lived here. What did you really do? Nie Lianchang will definitely find out."

Several people froze suddenly, closed their mouths.
Chapter completed!