C90 Digging the grave

The old man looked at the money in his hands and revealed a smile that was uglier than crying, "He's being stubborn now. He'll be earning money with that Brother Long or whatever." Whoever steals houses collects protection fees. I think sooner or later he will fall on this. "

I said, "If you don't want him to do this, you can tell him to scram as soon as you get in the door. Can you two still chat?"

The old man said, "What do you want me to say? When I was young, the ones who bullied me the most were local thugs and hooligans. After three or five days of collecting protection money, you made them food and brought it up to the table. You talked too much and paid for it. But now, my son is a hoodlum too. He even took the protection fee and threw it in my face. "

I don't know how to persuade the old man.

Xia Xin said to the old man, "Maybe Fatty didn't think of this. You and him should have a good talk."

The old man sighed, "Forget it." I have also thought it through. A person who is about to be buried in the ground, what face do you have? "After I die, whether this kid is good or bad has nothing to do with me."

The old man's words were rather negative, but at least there wouldn't be any mental problems. We were all relieved.

Then I got down to business. I asked the old man, "Did you see the tattoo on the fat guy's neck?"

The old man nodded. "I saw it." If you join a gang, wouldn't you need a tattoo? "

I asked again, "What is the origin of this tattoo?"

The old man asked in bewilderment, "What other background can a tattoo have?" "Oh yeah, I think it's that Brother Long who made them tattoo. I don't know."

We chatted with the old man for a while and found that we couldn't get much out of him, so we said goodbye and left. Before we left, we gave him three dollars, and the old man said too much. He wanted to give us money, but we didn't ask for it.

It's not that we're generous, but who wants to go out with five taels of steel? What can you buy with fifty cents now?

When we got to the van, Xia Xin and I started to catch up on our sleep while the Mr. Zhao took out a pair of scissors and cut clothes.

I hadn't slept for long when I heard a flurry of voices outside. I got up to take a look and saw a group of people carrying swords, spears and sticks walking towards us. The one leading them was Fatty.

I wailed, "Why didn't you beat him to death just now?"

The other side had too many people. If we stayed in the van, it would be a dead end, so we jumped out.

When Fatty saw the three of us, his eyes lit up. "The men will die, while the women will be tied up."

Right now, the fatty's appearance is truly repulsive. The old man's good impression of him collapsed right in my heart.

Xia Xin took out the knife in her hand. Then she asked me, "What do you think happened to Fatty? I was taught a lesson last time, why are you here again? "

I said, "Last time, we were fighting in an alley, so they might not be convinced."

Just as I said that, Mr. Zhao suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed me with one hand and Xia Xin with the other, desperately pulling us both to the back of the van.

Then I heard a thump and the windows of the van shattered.

It was the sound of a gun.

This thing was first filled with gunpowder, then iron sand. A huge wave of attacks were sent out. Basically, he didn't even need to aim to hit the target.

I didn't think that Fatty would even bring an earthen spear. He's trying to fight us to the death.

I asked the Mr. Zhao: "What do we do?"

Mr. Zhao looked at the sun in the west: "Don't worry, it will be dark after another hour. A Chang will come find us then. He's not afraid of the gun. "

I said, "Let's not talk about A Chang's fear of the spear for now. What's more, why should we hide for an hour? Won't Fatty rush up to us? "

The Mr. Zhao said, "We just need to avoid the guns. When the fatty shot us with his gun, we ran around the car. As for the rest of them, they were casually put down, so it doesn't count. "

I said, "I think it's better to call the police."

Mr. Zhao stopped me. "Did you forget? We have to dig the grave. The police are here. We probably won't be able to come back tonight. Furthermore, Fatty has connections at the police station. If we really go over there and chat, Fatty and the others can turn black and white, so it might just be us who get locked up. "

I thought about it and put the phone away again.

Fatty had the advantage of numbers and indeed had us surrounded. However, no one dared to charge forward. It seemed that the incident last time had left a deep scar in their hearts.

The man with the gun looked at us from a distance, but we kept dodging around the van, and he was furious.

Then the Mr. Zhao came to a realization and said to us, "Use a rock to smash it."

This is good, we have long-range weapons. The three of us didn't need to smash anyone else, we specifically smashed that guy with the gun.

But the rocks around the van were limited, and we couldn't find them after a while. Mr. Zhao said to me: "Eldest Nephew, why don't we drive? We can step on the throttle and push the crowd away.

I said, "Whose is it?"

Mr. Zhao revealed an evil smile.

I said sorrowfully, "Is it mine?"

Mr. Zhao said, "Don't be in such a hurry to take responsibility."

I spat, "Am I taking responsibility? If you don't know how to drive, I'll teach you on the spot. "

As we were arguing, we suddenly heard a loud shout, "What are you doing?"

The voice sounded familiar. I turned around and saw that it was the old man who ran the restaurant.

The old man's hair and beard stood on end. He held a kitchen knife in his hand and staggered over. His eyes were filled with murder as he stared at Fatty.

One of Fatty's little brothers walked over and pointed at the old man, "What are you doing?"

The old man slapped the delinquent's face, causing him to stagger. "Get out of the way, it's all you guys. You've affected my son badly."

The old man these days was getting more and more imposing.

The little hoodlum steadied his legs and cursed loudly, "Old thing, I think you're tired of living."

The little hoodlum wanted to go over and beat the old man, but the fatty kicked him down with a kick. "You even hit the old man, do you still want face?"

Before he could finish his words, the old man grabbed him by the ear. "Go home. Now you're even starting to use your gun. Do you want to die?"

The group of brothers could tell the relationship between the old man and the fatty with just a few words. They just stood there, not daring to move.

The fat man tried to shove the old man, but the old man kept tugging at his ear and wouldn't let go. Fatty had no other choice but to shout at the delinquents, "All of you are blind, pull this old thing away!"

The delinquents swarmed over, the old man brandishing his kitchen knife and punching and kicking, the delinquent also worried that he was Fatty's father, so he was lenient and couldn't do anything about it.

Some of them rushed to the old man's side, but when they used more strength, they were instead kicked down by the fatty.

No one noticed us anymore, so the three of us slipped into the van, stepped on the door, and escaped from Fengxiang.

I don't need to worry now about how Fatty and his men will beat me up, I'm worried about how I'm going to pay for this van. The windshield was broken and the car was bumpy like a smallpox ten times. I doubt he would have recognized it even if it had stopped in front of his master's house.

Mr. Zhao advised me: "What are you worrying about?"

I said, "I'm worried that I don't have any Eldest Nephew that can help me take the blame."

Mr. Zhao was immune to sarcasm. He handed a piece of paper over and said, "Try to fitting it."

I rolled my eyes. "What?" If it doesn't fit, why don't you stitch it two more times? "

I put the clothes on. It was impossible to fit, but I didn't bother to make any more comments.

Mr. Zhao did not have much skill in making clothes, but the style of the clothes was the same as the wood man in the coffin.

After putting on our clothes, Mr. Zhao passed Xia Xin and I a piece of paper. One of them was Grandpa Gu's birthday, while the other was his funeral.

I put the note on my back. I don't know if it was due to some psychological effect or something, but it felt really weird.

The sky quickly darkened. We parked the van in the distance and walked to Grandpa Gu's grave.

A Chang was already waiting there.

I asked A Chang, "Have you eaten?"

I ask this not out of concern, but out of curiosity.

A Chang nodded.

"Where did you eat?" I asked.

A Chang pointed to a grave not far away. It was unknown whose ancestral grave that was, but there were even some tombs with paper money and offerings on them.

I almost spat out my lunch.

Mr. Zhao pointed at Xia Xin and I and said, "The children have already been prepared. Let's dig a grave."

A Chang nodded and said to Xia Xin and I, "You two can relax a little later. Do whatever you want. "

I don't really understand what that meant, but A Chang and Mr. Zhao had already gone to dig a grave.

The two of them took out the shovel that they had stolen some time ago, and in a few moments, they had flattened the grave. Then they started digging down, and after a while I heard a muffled sound. They had already dug up the coffin.

The two of them worked well together, and in about ten minutes, they had already shoveled away the dirt from the lid of the coffin. Then, they used their shovels to pry up the nails.

I thought: Was Mr. Zhao a tomb robber before? How could he dig up a grave so easily?

They tilted up the last nail and pushed hard, and the lid flew open. After that, Mr. Zhao and A Chang quickly retreated, as if they were afraid that there was something inside the coffin.

As they retreated to Xia Xin and me, they gave us a look and then hid by the side of the road.

At this time, a scary thought suddenly appeared in the depths of my heart. I suddenly felt that the Mr. Zhao was very annoying.

My eyes fell on his spade, and I wanted to grab it and smash his head into his stomach.

Fortunately, I still had a sliver of sense, and I told myself: These thoughts are all wrong. I must have been influenced by something.

My gaze uncontrollably fell on the coffin inside the grave. A desire suddenly surged from the depths of my heart: I want to protect Grandfather Gu's corpse, it cannot fall into A Chang's hands. What if A Chang this kind of ruthless person tormented Grandpa Gu?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but walk over.