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, including some. There were a few local ruffians, old men in their eighties, and even urchins with runny noses. They all came with their sleepy eyes open, which was very distressing.
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 along the way. Fortunately, we are all mountain people and we are used to hard work.
Wang Busui ran very fast, as fast as the wind, with his feet never touching the ground. After all, he was guilty of being a thief and was seen by others. How could Wang Busei not run fast? Carrying Dahuang on his back did not affect his running speed at all, and his face Not red, out of breath, and not in a hurry. It is estimated that 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 the king 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 very strong, and he probably even used the strength to suck the milk, but the small temple door did not move at all. Seeing this, Li Xiaoguo kicked him again, 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 handle this kind of physical work. But the scoundrels, well, well, they are just soy sauce workers and are only responsible for standing in the field. If there are other needs, they need to pay more. Li Baoguo's search for samples made 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. The momentum was like a rainbow, and the surrounding air seemed to have stopped.
Wang Busheng, who was hiding in the woods, could see clearly and was secretly amused.
The posture is beautiful and the momentum is also very good, but the effect may not be close. He hit the small temple door hard. Li Baoguo only felt a strong rebound. He staggered back a few steps. Li Baoguo fell heavily on the on the ground. It's obvious that he was injured a lot, that he is too young and doesn't know how to take care of his body, so he must be criticized.
Behind the small temple door, Wang Busui inserted three door bolts, and there were five or six wooden sticks to hold it back. As long as Li Baoguo was a piece of pork, he 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 on their faces, "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 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 takes this revenge, I, Li Baoguo, swear that I will never be a human being." Li Baoguo pulled his face carelessly and sighed. He ordered the person outside the door, "What are you still doing? Go into the house and search, dig three feet into the ground to find that kid."
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, and they even raise the price temporarily, which makes all their hard work for Wuhu Village in vain. Li Baoguo had no choice but to say: "Okay, let's add another chicken to each person."
"What are you waiting for? That boy Wang Busui has bullied others too much. He must take revenge." The old man threw away his crutches and said hello, and they 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 a few people walked out of the room, holding quilts, bowls and chopsticks in their hands, and some torn strips of clothes that Wang Busui had been using to clean the table.
Li Baoguo was helpless about the habit of plucking the hair of 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.
Li Baoguo already had the answer in his 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 is here, he has to do something, monk. If you run away, there will be 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 and some were demolished for a while, who knows if the aura of the Bodhisattva is still there. Wondering what happened to the Bodhisattva, in order to avoid harming Chiyu and his party, they decisively retreated to the distance of 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 the 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 are sad, some are Lao Immortal's strict demands, some are Lao Immortal's careful care, and there are also kennels where his playmates are prosperous. Everything, a fire destroyed everything, and also destroyed his future in Wuhu Village.
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 Busui didn't run over to take a look. It was burned like this, and there was no value in saving it. There was nothing valuable inside. Carrying the rhubarb on my back, I walked towards Wangcai's grave without any 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 you your daughter-in-law, so you won't be alone in the future." After Wang Busui finished speaking, he dug up again. When he saw Wangcai's body covered in mud, Wang Bushu shed tears again and put the rhubarb away. He went in, then filled it with soil again, and everything returned to how it was before. Wang Busui made a few more changes on the tombstone. Dahuang chose to be buried. He couldn't leave his name without leaving it. Wang Busui planned that if he had the opportunity to publish a book, he would definitely use Dahuang as a model of the deep love between husband and wife. Monuments and so on, publicize them extensively to make them well-known 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 go and do things. , there must always be a beginning and an end. Wang Budie 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 Shisui. Only by exercising more can he look better. Of course Li Baoguo also works out to have a good figure, but the body parts are wrong.
The village was still dark, and the Li family 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, it was agreed to be ten pounds of mutton, but it turned 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 evidence. 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."
"You're stupid, you can't do half a meal."
