What cannot help but test the most is not the academic performance, but human nature.
Cang is honest and knows etiquette. When people don't have enough to eat, the darkest seeds buried in their hearts will quickly sprout and grow into towering trees.
Cao Manfu sat leaning against the window and waited. He listened with his ears pricked up, hoping to wait until the noise outside subsided before going out to "do justice."
He waited and waited, but instead of waiting for the noise to subside, the noise came towards his home.
He was puzzled, thought about it, stood up, and limped out while holding on to the wall, shouting: "What are you doing? Are you going to rebel? Why are the folks in the village so quarrelsome? Then count on. Seventh and eighth generations, we are all..."
Before the word "relative" could be uttered, a big foot stretched out from behind the dark door and kicked Cao Manfu in the heart.
"You old bastard! You've been stuffed yourself all day long, so you know how to pull food from us!"
"Damn it, don't let me live, you bastard, don't even think about it!"
Before Cao Manfu could stand up from the snow, big feet landed on him one after another.
This time he really didn't have to pretend to be lame - he could already hear the snapping sound of his own bones, which made him tremble.
This group of people were so jealous of each other that they would kick him, no matter whether it was the head or the buttocks, without even thinking about whether someone would be killed.
Aunt Cao had just wiped the blood from Cao Dayue's face in the room, and when she saw the scene in the outer room, her face suddenly turned pale.
She pushed her daughter into the closet and muttered: "Don't come out, don't come out...don't come out no matter what happens!"
As she spoke, she took a big iron lock and locked the cabinet door.
Cao Dayue was so anxious that she slammed the door: "Mother! Mother! Let me go..."
"Shut up!"
Aunt Cao roared, picked up the big scissors in the sewing basket and rushed out.
"Everyone, get out of here! Let's see who dares to grab it!"
Under the moonlight, she used the scissors to stab the people who gathered to kick Cao Manfu.
Soon, there were a few more red spots on the snow in the Cao family.
…
The father of the Qian family drank a little wine tonight, and his body was very warm, even though he was wrapped in a torn cotton-padded jacket, he didn't feel cold. He still held the box of matches in his palm. I don’t know who glued this box of matches. Maybe he was impatient or reluctant to part with it. He didn’t apply the glue well. He pinched it twice and the matchbox fell apart.
Father Qian didn't notice at all and continued walking forward while holding the deformed matchbox.
He even failed to notice Su Yuncheng, who was dressed in white not far behind him.
He thought and imagined that he would have to find a leeward place to light firewood later... Oh, yes, he also had to find firewood. It would be difficult to burn down the barn with just these few matches. Where is the firewood? Every house has it, but you can't go in and take it, and it's best not to touch it outside. If you make a noise and startle someone, it will be troublesome if they think of him as a thief...
Father Qian felt that he had to prepare firewood in advance.
Fortunately, there were woods on both sides. He casually broke off two dead branches and looked at them. He felt they were okay, so he continued on his way while swinging the branches.
He walked quickly, and soon he saw two vague figures in front of him carrying large and small packages.
A thief must feel guilty. Father Qian immediately got into the woods and trotted past the two men before daring to get on the road again.
He deliberately avoided people and ran far away, so naturally he didn't hear clearly what the two people were talking about.
"...I'm starving to death. I should have eaten meat before leaving!"
"What are you going to eat? It's not cooked yet! Oh... let's go quickly, Teacher Lin must have left some food for us..."
As Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian walked, they didn't know that someone was going to set a fire. Later, they didn't know that the village was in chaos.
The two of them are the most worry-free tonight.
When Father Qian arrived at the Shili Brigade, it was already past nine o'clock. Almost everyone in the village was asleep, and those who were not sleeping were gluing matchboxes on their own kang tables. Except for Feng Wei, who was wandering around the village patrolling, there was no one outside.
It happened that Feng Wei was patrolling near Wang Hong's house and did not run into Qian.
Father Qian finally lit the damp branches, and when he was holding the flame to light the wooden door of the warehouse, he felt a sudden chill on the back of his neck.
It was metal, colder than ice and snow, and it made him shiver.
"who?"
"Don't move, put your hands up."
There was a crisp click, the sound of a bullet being loaded.
Father Qian had heard this sound before when he was watching an open-air movie. He also heard this sound when he went to the town to join in the fun and watch the shooting. His legs went weak instantly, and his pants legs were filled with moisture and heat slowly downwards.
"You, who are you...you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you,, you,, you, you,, you,, you,788888 like, havessssssssssssssss;
When the people in the warehouse heard the footsteps, they immediately held their breath and moved over quietly, and then kicked the door open.
Father Qian was slapped in the face by the door panel. His nose was sore and blood spurted out from his nostrils.
"You...hey? Xiao Su?" Li Dahe was holding the sickle and was about to raise it forward when he suddenly saw Su Yuncheng behind Father Qian. He turned his hand and pointed the sickle at Father Qian and cursed, "Old bastard, don't be so arrogant, we have police here!"
Father Qian was already frightened and photographed, but now he heard that the people behind him were police officers, and he was completely dumbfounded.
Behind Li Dahe, Li Xiaoshan and a few strong young men rushed out with the hemp ropes used to tie the pigs, and tied up Father Qian firmly.
"Dad, he peed!" Li Xiaoshan curled his lips, feeling extremely disgusted.
Li Dahe kicked Father Qian's calf: "You have so little potential, and you still come out to act like a monster?"
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and said to Li Xiaoshan: "Get him over to the brazier, don't let your legs freeze to death."
In this kind of weather, if Dad Qian is still left outside, his pants will have to freeze with his skin and flesh. If it lasts for a little longer, he will definitely get frostbite in a large area, and his life may not be saved by then.
After Li Dahe settled them, he turned to Su Yuncheng and asked, "Xiao Su, is it really...is it really them?"
Li Dahe was very upset at the moment and was very annoyed.
He really didn't want to see Cao Manfu become like this.
Su Yuncheng told Li Dahe what he heard at Cao's house, and finally said: "I will interrogate this person first, try to get enough confession tonight to accuse Cao Manfu, and then arrest him as soon as possible."
Li Dahe let out a long sigh.
He nodded: "Okay, you, the police, have the final say on these matters. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid our village would be..."
He took a long drag on the cigarette, feeling that the smoke was harsh on his throat.
"Xiao Feng is patrolling in the village. I'll call him back... You drink some hot water to warm yourself up first. I, I... Oh yes, Miss Lin went to accompany Old Sister Feng and the others today. She should be at your place. ...I'll go tell Hongzi and the others, so that they can keep it in mind..."
Li Dahe's words were a little garbled. He walked out as he spoke, his back a little stooped.
