Tian Zun is on the side of the road

Chapter 77

Seeing the crowd coming towards him, Ma Zhigang was a little puzzled, what are these people doing here?Which big boss came to sweep the grave?

Ma Zhigang looked around at the surrounding tombstones. They were all villagers in the village. Didn't I hear that there was a relative of the big boss?

The auntie stared intently at the two black Continental Tigers, her eyes gleaming.

This car must be worth hundreds of thousands. She has been planting the roof of this car for decades!
Subconsciously, the two stood aside to make room for this group of people.

Zhang Chunling was also a little confused. She was a country girl and had never seen such a battle.

Unexpectedly, this group of menacing people came straight to them.

Ma Zhigang frowned: What does this mean?
The aunt couldn't help but feel a little panicked. This group of people looked so scary, especially when they were forced to come over.

Under their horrified gazes, the group of people stopped in front of them.

"You, what are you going to do? Tell you, I am the party secretary of this village, you don't want to..."

Before Ma Zhigang could finish speaking, the skinny man in the lead bent down facing Li Dong.

Immediately afterwards, all the men in suits bent down.

"Brother Dong." The thin man asked.

"Brother Dong!" The men in suits said in unison.

"Come on, Zhong Yi." Li Dong looked at Zhong Yi and nodded.

Zhong Yi leaned forward and said to Li Dong: "Brother Dong, Mr. Che is doing business in Chunshui City, so I really can't get away, or else..."

Li Dongyi waved his hand: "It's okay."

Feeling confused, Li Dashan patted Li Dong's arm: "Xiaodong, is this...?"

Li Dong pointed to Zhong Yi: "This is Mr. Che, the general manager of my place."

When Li Dashan heard that it was the owner of the car or the general manager, he suddenly became embarrassed and hurriedly bent down to Zhong Yi and said: "Hello, hello!"

Li Dong pressed Li Dashan's shoulder and straightened his back.

On the contrary, Zhong Yi respectfully bowed ninety degrees to Li Dashan: "Hello, Uncle Li!"

All the men in suits at the back bowed together and said, "Hello, Uncle Li!"

Li Dashan was flattered: "Okay, okay, you are too!"

Ma Zhigang and his aunt were on the sidelines, and they were speechless. Rao Ma Zhigang, who had always been majestic in the village, was a little out of his mind now!
What's going on?Has Li Dashan made a fortune?
But why do these people call Li Dong brother?Is this obviously looking at Li Dong's face?How old is he?You haven't graduated from high school yet, how come you know so many people in society?

Zhang Chunling also covered her open mouth with her hand, standing beside Li Dong, looking at him in disbelief.

When did Xiaodong know these people?Or came back in a luxury car?
Several men in suits opened the trunk of the Land Rover and brought forward wreaths, fine fresh chrysanthemums, fruits, pastries, mahogany brooms...all large and small packages.

Li Dong picked up a broom, walked to the monument, and swept it up for his mother.

The third aunt, Zhang Chunling, was stunned for a moment, then picked up an old broom she had brought with her, and silently swept it in front of Li's mother's monument. She didn't speak, but looked at the portrait of her younger sister, her eyes gradually turned red.

The aunt was thinking about it, and rushed up, snatched the broom from a man in a suit, ran to Li's mother's tombstone, squeezed Zhang Chunling, and started sweeping with Li Dong, crying while sweeping:

"Little sister, I'm here to see you. Why do you think your life is so miserable? You left in such a hurry and left Xiaodong behind..."

As she spoke, the auntie's tears immediately came down, and she was completely different from the indifferent and numb look just now.

Ma Zhigang didn't go to visit the tomb, he wanted to show the majesty of the village party secretary, but he walked to the tomb with his hands behind his back, looked at the portrait on the tombstone, sighed, and patted his teary aunt.

Li Dong was a little annoyed by the two's pretentiousness. He came to see his mother and didn't want to see other people's performances. Li Dong said coldly: "That's fine."

The aunt stopped crying, and looked at Li Dong through her tearful eyes. For some reason, this little nephew who hadn't graduated from high school suddenly had a huge change in temperament, which made her feel timid, and actually shut down her voice. I froze in place.

Ma Zhigang looked at Li Dong with wide eyes. He had worked as the village party secretary for many years. He had no fear in facing Li Dong. He only thought that he was still the silly little boy who would say something when he opened his mouth.

Li Dashan stopped what he wanted to say: "Let the child and his mother rest in peace for a while."

Ma Zhigang shuddered, snorted coldly, stopped pretending, stood aside, and dragged his aunt over.

Zhang Chunling looked at the sullen Li Dong, and also put down the broom, but Li Dong turned to her and said, "Aunt San, come sweep with me."

Looking at her nephew's sincere eyes, Zhang Chunling pursed her lips, picked up the broom again, and swept it with Li Dong.

My aunt felt uncomfortable watching from the side. They are all my family members, so why do they treat them differently?

After sweeping the tomb and setting up the sacrifices, Li Dong knelt down in front of the stele, looked at his mother's portrait, and said:
"Mom, my son is here to see you."

After all, he kowtowed his head.

Li Dashan was rubbing his eyes beside him, and Zhang Chunling was covering her mouth and crying softly.

Zhong Yi and other men in suits stood behind Li Dong, hanging their hands by their sides and lowering their heads in the direction of the tombstone with a heavy expression.

Ma Zhigang and his aunt also lowered their heads, but they were not thinking about the person on the tombstone.

A passing villager was attracted by the luxury car parked at the foot of the mountain, and looked up, good guy, there were nearly ten black men in suits and leather shoes standing there, almost startling them.

Taking a closer look, they muttered, isn't this from the old Zhang's family, coming to see Xiao Yaomei?
But why are there such a group of people here?
"What's the matter?"

"I do not know!"

After kneeling for a while, Li Dong stood up, stepped forward, and touched the portrait: "Mom, my son is gone, and I will come to see you again."

Several men in suits lit the firecrackers.

Through the smoke from the firecrackers, Li Dong looked at his mother's peaceful smile in the photo.

When the crackling stopped, Li Dongping regained his composure, turned around and said to everyone, "Let's go."

Under the complicated gazes of Auntie and Ma Zhigang, everyone walked towards the three Land Rovers below. They looked at them and quickly followed.

A group of villagers surrounded by the foot of the mountain wanted to come forward to ask something, but they all fell silent when they saw the taciturn and ferocious appearance of these men in suits.

More than a dozen people could easily fit into three Land Rovers. Li Dong and his family were all sitting in one car.

The Land Rover drove away.

In the car, the aunt couldn't help asking Li Dong: "Dongzi, these people are..."

Li Dong said indifferently: "My friend."

The answer was very vague, and the tone was very hard. The aunt smacked her lips and said nothing.

On the contrary, Ma Zhigang snorted coldly: "Xiaodong, as an uncle, I have to tell you a few words, no matter what, you are still a member of this family, put away the outside set, you have to read at home! "

Li Dong didn't speak.

Li Dashan looked out the window at the scenery along the road.

Zhang Chunling touched Li Dong's hand and clenched it tightly.

Along the way, the magnificent luxury cars attracted the attention of many people. Many children yelled "big cars" and then ran behind the car. Many villagers also followed the direction of the Land Rover. Where is this car going?

In front of the house of my third aunt Zhang Chunling, three cars were parked in a row.

After getting out of the car, Li Dong looked at the villagers holding their children and looking at them this way, as well as some little boys and girls with rosy cheeks who were looking at them eagerly. He said to Zhong Yi, who got out of the car, "What's left? Give them a share of the pastries that were not taken out."

(End of this chapter)