I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

Chapter 586 will never welcome them here anymore

Other villagers said that they can survive if given clues.

But she has no clue!

Thinking of this, the female villager was fiercely excited.

Seeing that Qu Qianqian is still asking her, is this bracelet hers?

Without saying anything, the female villager kept saying:

"Yes, it's mine, yes, this is what I lost."

She even drew three hundred yuan from her purse shiveringly for thanks.

Said to reward Qu Qianqian for her unambiguous spirit.

Qu Sinian: "..."

Lu Junhan: "..."

Jian Yi: "..."

Liu Jia: "..."

In the end, they certainly didn't ask for the money.

...

After completing the task of five groups of guests.

Exactly 20 minutes passed.

Today, there is only Lu Junhan left.

They will later return the spatula to the villagers who sell the chicken.

After paying it back, their task is complete.

Before Jian Chenglang explained to the villagers all the way, he had to rack his brains and try various methods to praise Lu Junhan and the others from all angles and levels.

Rao is his sharp tongue, but every household explains it all.

Not only is his mouth thirsty now, but the whole person is about to explain depression!

Now, finally came the scene he most anticipated.

The whole person suddenly seemed to be beaten with blood.

He beckoned and asked the photographer to quickly follow.

The house where the chicken villagers live is in room 10.

He doesn't live on the street, and the surrounding houses are basically empty, unoccupied for a long time.

He has no phone at home either.

In addition, the people in the program group explained quickly.

Therefore, the rumor did not reach his ears.

This means that the villagers who sell chickens will not be like the owners of the first five groups. Under fear, they will not do anything and just admit it so easily.

This also means that a good show is about to debut!

...

The guests came to the house of the villager selling chickens.

The wooden door in front of him was tightly closed.

And the villagers who sell chickens are sitting in the yard at this moment, ambitious, vowing to be shameful!

When Lu Li and Lu Junhan arrive, he must make Lu Li apologize to his chicken! ! !

He also wanted Lu Li to taste the taste of being chased by a chicken and being put in a bag!

Humph!

Dare to catch his chicken, he promised to let her and her father cry back!

Suddenly hearing the knock on the door, the villagers selling chickens went to open the door in no hurry.

Instead, he stood up from his chair leisurely and stretched out a comfortable waist lazily.

Just halfway through, I heard a tender and crisp little milk coming in clearly:

"Uncle, Uncle Chicken, are you in there?"

Villager selling chickens: "..."

! ! !

You are Uncle Chicken, and your whole family is Uncle Chicken!

With this attitude, I still want to enter his door, wanting to be beautiful!

The little girl stood outside the door, holding the spatula in her hand, knocked on the door for a while, but no one answered. She turned her head and said to her father in distress, "Dad, Uncle Chicken seems to be not at home."

Lu Junhan looked at the closed door, only faintly spit out two words: "He is here."

The little girl tilted her head thoughtfully when her father said that.

She believes what Dad said.

Since Dad said yes, Uncle Chicken must be there.

But if Uncle Chicken is inside, why not open the door for them?

Could it be that she knocked on the door so quietly that Uncle Chicken didn't hear him sleeping inside?

The "bang-bang-bang" knock on the door didn't take long before it rang again, and this time it sounded heavier.

The little girl's milky voice came in again from outside:

"Uncle Chicken, are you there? Uncle Chicken..."

In the yard.

The villager who sold the chicken sat back again.

He slowly picked up the kettle and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

Calculating in his mind, after drinking this cup of tea, he will open the door in another five minutes.

This will also let the father and daughter know that he is not annoying!

The chicken-selling villager thought happily, picked up the teacup and took a sip—

at this time--

A loud bang came from the door.

The chicken-selling villager just watched, half of the wooden door of his house "boomed" and fell straight in, hitting the ground, splashing dust.

And the little girl standing at the door had clear and clean eyes, she didn't know anything about the world, she was still holding her hand, knocking on the door.

The chicken-selling villager held it in his mouth, and the water he hadn't swallowed came out!

"puff--"

After spraying, he touched his mouth with his hand, then tremblingly pointed at Lu Li at the door, and looked at the half of the door that had been shot on the ground, and finally screamed in pain and collapse:

"Ahhhh, my door——!!!"

"Uncle Chicken!"

The little girl opened her clear black eyes and saw him sitting in the yard. She ran in happily, tilted her head up, and said with excitement, "Uncle Chicken, so you are not sleeping."

The chicken seller didn't look at her, but stared at his door.

The heart seems to be dripping blood.

The little girl didn't even realize that the door was broken by her, she thought that the door of Uncle Chicken's house was opened like this.

After all, when he was in the sky, Dad often opened the door of Uncle Fox’s house like this.

Just like that, put your hand on the door, pat it, then the door will fall forward, and the door will open directly!

Anyway, it's fast.

The little girl didn't forget her purpose of looking for Uncle Chicken. She straightened her arms and asked the villagers milkily: "Uncle Chicken, did you lose this spoon?"

Villager selling chickens: "..."

Spatula: You are a spoon, and your whole family is a spoon!

The chicken-selling villagers were still angry before, and now they added the door thing, and sighed again, and wanted to say no!

Lu Junhan glanced at him faintly, and said coldly: "You'd better think about it."

As he said, Lu Junhan's gaze passed over the rotten door on the ground in a cool, threatening manner.

Clearly, if he dared to say no, they would not pay for this door.

Upon seeing this, the villagers selling chickens were so bitter that they were almost outraged.

But repairing this door costs only a hundred dollars, so it's really unclear.

And he has to make a hundred yuan, at least he has to sell twenty chickens to make it back.

So, the villager who sold chicken looked at the little girl's bright and expectant eyes, and gritted his teeth reluctantly and said: "Yes, this is what I lost."

Jian Chenglang: "..."

I always feel that after taking today's itinerary, people in this village will probably no longer welcome them here.

...

After that, Lu Junhan gave the money left over from selling radish to 200 villagers who sold chicken.

One hundred is used to repair doors.

The remaining one hundred is for travel expenses.

After all, looking for professional workers to repair doors, you can't find them in the village, and you have to go to town to get them.

The round trip fare also costs a lot of money.

(End of this chapter)