Those named Jia don't care who is right or wrong, no matter who loses face or butt, their brother is the king.

What's more, the Sun family really took advantage of the situation and bullied their orphans and widowers, which was too much.

This time, three couples were driven over, and they knelt down outside Liang's house, crying and apologizing and begging for forgiveness.

The surrounding villagers were talking a lot, and most of them were accusing the man surnamed Sun of going too far. Killing people was just a nod. How could they survive after smashing the Okura family into such a state?

The six people regretted it so much that their intestines turned green.

The old crooked iron rake was holding his back, holding open the courtyard door and looking out. The scene in front of him made him unable to believe his eyes.

The five village bully brothers, who were usually domineering and committing many evil deeds, now seemed to be the incarnation of justice and were giving a lesson with righteousness:

"You guys and girls, you guys, tell yourselves, is it the work of humans to smash people's homes like this? Are you going to let people live?"

The three couples kowtowed to the Liang family, crying: "We are not human beings, what we are doing is not human affairs, we deserve to die..."

"Now that you know you were wrong and smashed someone's house into this, what should you do?"

"Compensate! We will pay, all of it!" the six people promised hurriedly.

The current situation is that as long as you can save your life, you can sacrifice your wife!

"Then why don't you hurry up? Why are you standing there? I'm looking for a beating!"

The six people took action quickly.

According to the instructions of the Jia brothers, the three women were responsible for bringing in all the roosters and hens from the three families, as well as more oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, including the cupboards.

And go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy dishes, bowls, pans and other daily necessities, making sure they are brand new.

The man hurried to the market to buy pots before the next episode. He bought a big pot and a small pot.

Find a carpenter to repair the windows, and hire more carpenters to complete the work as soon as possible.

Liang Jincang walked out of the courtyard and pointed at Boss Sun: "The others will go shopping, but uncle will stay."

Jia Wu shouted: "Okura, you should call him uncle, just grandson."

"I don't curse." Liang Jincang said calmly.

As if grasping a life-saving straw, Boss Sun nodded and bowed his head and smiled flatteringly at Liang Jincang: "I'm sorry, Okura, it's all a misunderstanding——"

"Kneel down and speak." Liang Jincang stared at him, his eyes filled with rage.

"I tell you to kneel down." Jia San, who was nearby, kicked Boss Sun down.

Boss Sun got up and knelt down straight.

"Look up at me." Liang Jincang stared at Boss Sun, "I just want to ask you one thing, have you ever whipped my uncle with a stick?"

"Yes, yes..." Boss Sun was panicked, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just had a fever, I was confused, I was just stupid -"

"Shut up!" Liang Jincang shouted angrily, "My uncle has bad legs and feet, how can you bear to beat him?"

When the villagers on the three floors inside and outside heard this, they started talking even more:

"Yes, yes, Lao Wai is an honest man. It is not easy to come to our village."

"Besides, he is a disabled person, so I can just joke with him. How can I hit him?"

"I saw it yesterday afternoon, the beating was so severe..."

Lao Wai, who was leaning on the door frame, felt a sore nose when he heard the discussion.

Liang Jincang continued to ask: "How thick a stick did you use to hit me?"

Boss Sun was even more frightened and gestured with his hands incoherently: "It's not thick, it's this thin, and it's not long -"

"I don't need a thick one, I'll beat it back with a thin one." Liang Jincang said, looking around to see if he could find a stick of suitable thickness.

Lao Wai hurriedly walked out, holding Okura's arm:

"Boss, as long as he pays for the damaged things, we won't hit him."

"No." Liang Jincang's eyes were firm, "We must fight back."

Lao Wai came closer and lowered his voice: "It's better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. We don't dare to offend anyone!"

Liang Jincang supported his stepfather and pushed him home: "Uncle, please go home and leave this matter to your son."

Your son? Lao Wai didn’t know which heart string was touched, and tears streamed down his face.

Afraid of losing control of her emotions and letting others see her, she hurriedly returned to the house.

Jia Wu, an expert in beating people, had already found a thin, long and tough rattan and handed it to Liang Jincang flatteringly:

"Okura, you can't hit the bad guy with this, and it's extremely painful."

Boss Sun was so frightened that his face turned pale.

However, Jia Er and Jia Si had already firmly fixed him on the left and right.

Jia San lifted up his clothes, exposing his back.

Jia Wuten squeezed in like a dog and tore Boss Sun's hair.

"Let's get started." Jia Da pointed at Boss Sun's exposed back and extended a sincere invitation to Liang Jincang.

Liang Jincang swung the cane and whipped it hard.

"Ah——" Boss Sun screamed in a miserable voice that shook the sky.

It was so harsh that the Jia brothers frowned, and Jia Wu pinched Boss Sun's mouth.

Liang Jincang continued to beat him.

Boss Sun was in unbearable pain and twisted desperately.

But being immobilized by the four bears, he could no longer make any other movements except violent trembling and twisting, whining in his throat.

Liang Jincang made up his mind, since Sun's actions were so excessive, he shouldn't blame himself for using this to establish his authority.

It's not that he wants to establish authority for himself, but that he wants to establish authority for his stepfather, at least so that he can hold his head up high in the village instead of cowering and looking at other people's faces and allowing others to bully him.

My stepfather's life was miserable.

But when he was a child, he was too much, especially when his stepfather first came to the house. Liang Jincang opposed him in every possible way, trying to drive out this outsider who was occupying his mother.

He even took advantage of his stepfather to take a bath in the river and wiped his underpants with the poisonous hair from the itchy guy.

This kind of poisonous insect is also called thorn tiger, or poisonous caterpillar. It is also called Bajiao in some places. The poisonous hairs are all barbs. If you pierce them along the pores, you will not be able to pull them out.

If a poisonous hair sticks into the skin, a big red bump will appear that is painful and itchy.

What's more, the underpants are full of poisonous hair.

At that time, my stepfather was jumping around in pain.

Even in the past few months, even after autumn, my stepfather still picked at his crotch when no one else could see him.

Liang Jincang shed tears of guilt while waving the cane.

While beating him, he roared angrily: "Let you beat my uncle! Whoever dares to beat my uncle, let him taste what it feels like to be beaten!"

You can hit me however you want, but you can't hit my uncle!

It’s not easy for my uncle to endure hardships and support our younger brothers and sisters. As long as our brothers are here, no one will be allowed to bully my uncle!"

Lao Wai, who hid in the house, clearly heard his stepson's roar.

My nose felt sore and my throat felt tight.

The past events are like a movie, flashing through my mind vividly.

Since he came to Liangjiahe from the mountain to recruit husbands, he has been cautious with his tail between his legs. He nods and bows to everyone he meets, and does not dare to offend anyone.

When the production team divided things, their family divided the worst items, which were not enough to weigh, but he didn't even dare to fart. In the end, the ladies at home went to the factory and made a big fuss, forcing the captain and accountant to change.

His old hen pecked someone's food and was stopped. He went to beg for it, but was pointed at his nose and scolded. He also expected his wife to scold him back and take the old hen back.

In this village, he is a low-class person.

No one takes him seriously, everyone can laugh at his disability to his face, and everyone can step on his head and shit, but he still has to smile and don't dare to contradict anyone.

Yesterday evening, someone smashed up his house. He was beaten innocently, but he could only dodge like a mangy dog, beg for mercy, and howl...

The crisp beating sound at the door suddenly reminded him of all kinds of grievances.

His stepson's affection for him made his heart feel hot, and then it fermented into full of sadness.
Chapter completed!