Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Bai Shandao: "What kind of villain is your father?"

Although Bai Shan doesn't quite agree with Jia Dalang's point of view, this does not prevent him from following his words.

It is obviously impossible to interrogate him and make him confess bit by bit what he has done.

In that case, let them chat.

What kind of villain was Jia Dalang's father?

Basically the same as he is now.

Jia Dalang stopped kneeling, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, then folded his legs and sat cross-legged.

Seeing him being so presumptuous, the yamen couldn't help but get angry, and they were about to step forward to stop him. Bai Shan raised his hand to stop him and motioned Jia Dalang to continue.

"As far back as I can remember, my father was a bastard in the village. Everyone feared him, but looked down on him, and also looked down on my mother and me, saying that I was the son of a mouse, and I would only make holes in the future."

"As for him, he's very lazy. He basically doesn't do the work at home, leaving it to my grandparents and my mother. Later, my grandparents got pissed off by him, and only my mother and us are left to do the work at home. ." Jia Dalang sneered: "But he also likes to drink and beat his wife. Once in the autumn harvest, his drinking broke my mother, and he couldn't get out of bed. The grain in the field was not harvested, and it just rotted in the field."

"People in the village were afraid of him, but the yamen from the county who came to collect taxes were not afraid of him. They not only seized my house, but also locked him up for three months. When he came back, he wouldn't dare to let his work in the fields go. Don't do it."

"However, our days are not much better. He goes to work in the field, and when he is tired, he beats people, when it's hot, he beats people, when it's cold, he beats people when he's in a bad mood, and he sees you when he's in a good mood. If it’s annoying, I still want to hit someone.”

Bai Shan:  …

Crowd: ...

Jia Dalang saw that his face was calm, although he looked speechless, but neither sympathized with him nor indignant, Jia Dalang grinned, feeling a little more cheerful, and continued: "At that time, my mother and I were working in the field while working in the field. He was beaten, do you know how ruthless he was?"

"One time, my mother was beaten so badly that she dragged my brothers and tried to escape back to her mother's house, but he caught up on the way and pushed my mother directly into the river. At that time, I felt like I was going to die. I'm going to die."

His eyes were wide open, his eyes were about to bulge out, he stared at Bai Shan and said, "Everyone in this world is going to die, just like those chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, they are all going to die, but how? Only great people can choose."

Bai Shan asked, "Do you think your father is amazing?"

"Of course, he can control the life and death of my mother and my brothers and sisters," Jia Dalang stared at Bai Shan and said softly: "But I'm more powerful than him, I can beat him at the age of fourteen, he can only use his fists And with my feet, I can use a knife...hahahaha..."

"Forcing people by force is an extremely inferior method. You can't even convince people. Otherwise, how can you have human life in your hands?"

Jia Dalang said indifferently: "They are not as capable as me, and they will die if they die. Anyway, they will always die in the end, right?"

"There's a big difference between dying and being killed."

"Aren't they all dead? What's the difference?"

Bai Shan didn't speak anymore. This person has no reverence for life, but for other people's lives and his own.

He skipped this question and asked, "Since you don't care about life and death, why do you want to go to the county office to seek a future?"

"There is a chance to live better, why don't I work hard for it?"

"So looting Xiaoliu Village is also for a better life?"

"good!"

Bai Shan frowned: "That's how many things, I don't think you're short of food and drink, why do you want to loot?"

"I'm not short of food and drink, but I'm short of money," Jia Dalang said as a matter of course: "They have a good village and a lot of things. What's wrong with me taking some?"

Bai Shan asked jumpingly, "Why do you want to slash people with a knife?"

Jia Dalang clicked his tongue, and directly identified it as what he asked about Liu Erzhu's family, and said indifferently: "I think his daughter is not bad, and I want to take it away to see if I can give birth to a son, and I can't sell it. They can still make a fortune. Who would have known that their father and son are so ignorant, they will die sooner or later anyway, and if they are cut, they will be cut.”

Bai Shan: "The technique is quite familiar. I'm curious how many people you cut down to practice it."

"Not many people," Jia Dalang said. "It's just three or four, right? Did your lord not ask them just now?"

"I'm afraid there are omissions in what they said," Bai Shan leaned forward, stared at him and asked, "If Liu Erzhu and his son were killed because they obstructed you, what about the others?"

Jia Dalang also leaned forward, looked up at Bai Shan and asked, "Does your lord know who else I cut?"

Bai Shan smiled slightly and said, "Your father is so resentful and afraid of you because of your knife? He wasn't there when you killed his friend, right?"

Jia Dalang felt that there was no interest. He turned his head and glanced at the people kneeling outside, and said blankly: "Not many people know about this, I thought they didn't know either, but I didn't expect them to know."

Fang Xiancheng and the others who were standing on the sidelines were silent. Those five people didn't confess this matter at all, okay?

It's just that the adults asked the five Jia Dalang and his parents if anyone was missing or died mysteriously...

"That's right," Jia Dalang said, "I killed him in front of him. That old man wasn't a good person, just like my father, he was a villain. Do you think he can't think about it? I'm so powerful that I can lift it up. Slashing my father with a knife, where did he have the face to preach to me?"

"And said I was not filial," Jia Dalang said with a sarcastic smile: "If he is filial, can he be as mad as my father?"

He said: "If I kill my father, my mother will stop him, so I can't kill him, then I will kill this old thing, just to let my father see if I really kill people."

"It's the first time I have no experience in slashing people, and the blood splatters everywhere."

Bai Shan asked casually, "How did you become proficient later?"

"Chop a pig, and if you chop another person, you can almost know where the blood is coming out, and it won't splatter all over the place."

Therefore, in his hands, including the dog eggs who died of injuries, there are a total of four lives.

Bai Shan was very curious, "You've become so powerful, why didn't you think of asking the clan or the chief to seek justice for you and your mother?"

Jia Dalang was curious, "What justice?"

"Your father abused and bullied you for justice."

"Isn't it just right for a father to beat his son and a husband to beat his wife?"

Bai Shan: "...It's against ethics, how can it be justified?"

Jia Dalang was stunned for a while, and after a long while he burst into laughter, tears bursting out, "Isn't it just right? Why isn't this just right? It's just right for an old man to beat his son and a husband to beat his wife!"

He shouted loudly: "Everyone said so, this is the right thing to do!!"

Bai Shan looked at him silently and said nothing.

see you at nine