Ma Shuqiang knew very well that if the shovel hit him on the forehead, his head would probably be flattened.

But he couldn't retreat. If he retreated, Jiang Yang would be closely followed.

Either his brother dies or he dies.

Ma Shuqiang closed his eyes and raised his hands high, ready to run. It would be better to lose both hands than to have his head cut off directly.

I heard a click in my ear, and felt like a hard object had been smashed down from my hand.

He hurriedly opened his eyes and saw a shovel handle in his hand.

Look at Wang Fugui again...

Wang Fugui went to the base of the wall again.

The other piece of the shovel fell directly to the ground, and the sharp end of the shovel was inserted into the ground.

It made Ma Shuqiang shiver.

Wang Fugui was a little doubtful about life at this moment.

Jiang Yang had kicked him just now, and he could see it clearly.

A kick came over and broke the handle of the shovel in his hand. Then he kicked himself in the chest and flew to the wall again.

Jiang Yang clapped his hands and walked to Zhang Dashan.

Wu Guozhi, who was behind Zhang Dashan, was so frightened that he backed away and stammered,

"Brother, it's your brother-in-law who insists on selling the child, not us who insist on buying the child. It has nothing to do with me."

Jiang Yang knew Zhang Dashan.

In his last life, Wang Fugui beat his sister to death at home because the person who killed her ran away immediately.

In the end, it was Zhang Dashan who sent my sister to the hospital to take care of her funeral arrangements.

It was Zhang Dashan who sent Wang Fugui to prison.

He owed Zhang Dashan a favor.

Zhang Dashan stood motionless on the spot, looking at the young man in front of him a little confused.

"Goudan, I am Zhang Dashan, Wang Fugui'er's younger brother. I live next door."

But when Jiang Yang stretched out a hand, Zhang Dashan was stunned for a moment. What did this mean?

"Goudan'er, what are you doing?"

"belt!"

Zhang Dashan glanced at the belt tied on his army green pants.

Zhang Dashan served as a soldier.

Without hesitation, he took off the belt from his waist and took it out.

At this moment, Father Wang and Mrs. Wang, who heard the noise in the room, rushed out.

When the child was crying for father and mother just now, the two of them felt as if they were deaf.

When I heard my son crying for father and mother, he ran out immediately.

"You bastard, what on earth do you want to do?

Our Wang family married your Jiang family's daughter-in-law, which is really bad luck.

He couldn't even give birth to a son, and he still subsidized his parents' family all day long.

Now you, a bastard, actually come to my door and dare to beat my son.

How come there is no one to bully our Lao Wang? "

The old lady stood there with her waist in her hands and shouted angrily. She sat down on the ground and howled at the top of her lungs.

“Neighbors, come and save me!

In broad daylight, my brother-in-law burst into the house and beat my son. Is this justified?

This is going to kill someone.

Jiang Xia, the one who killed a thousand swords, why don’t you just die?

You can't even give birth to a son, and you let your brother beat your man. "

Snapped!

The loud noise cut off the old lady's words instantly.

At the same time, a scream was heard.

As soon as the old lady opened her eyes, she saw her son trembling in the corner.

I didn't see what happened, so I instinctively knew it was not a good thing.

"Wang Fugui, my sister married you to be your wife, not to be your reproductive tool.

The national policy also says that boys and girls are born the same, so what?

The rules of your royal family are greater than those of the government.

Or does your royal family have a throne to inherit? "

Neighbors nearby heard the sound and had already gathered around.

There were people lying on the walls, and people lying on the trees at the door.

When I heard this sentence, I laughed out loud.

"Wang Fugui, your family still has the throne to inherit?"

"Director Li, you have to call our captain here. There is actually an emperor in our village."

"Which emperor was named Wang?"

After hearing this, Mrs. Wang jumped up and started to curse, but she was stopped by Mr. Wang.

My brother-in-law is usually very quiet.

He looks honest and honest, but he actually has a certain way of speaking.

You can see that these two sentences are included in their family.

These days, who dares to say that the government's policies are not good, and who dares to say that he or she has a throne to inherit?

If this hat is not good, the whole family will be in trouble.

Mr. Wang always pretends to be a good person.

He has a loyal face and looks honest.

But in private, he is very mean-spirited.

Now he stepped forward like a good old man.

"Goudan'er, our two families are in-laws after all.

It's unjustifiable for your brother-in-law to beat his brother-in-law.

No matter what, our family is rich and you are also your brother-in-law.

If you can't say something properly, you'll have to hit someone. "

“What’s more, our wealthy family has helped you, my brother-in-law, a lot over the years.

My wealthy family paid for it when you built your house. When you proposed marriage, my wealthy family also paid for it.

If your daughter-in-law gives birth to a child, my family will also get money for it.

How can you say that my family's wealth is sorry for you? "

Jiang Yang looked at Old Man Wang in front of him

This opening of his mouth immediately changed the conversation and turned it into Jiang Yang's fault.

"Old man, logically speaking, I have to call you uncle when I come over.

Our two families are in-laws. My sister married into the Wang family, so no matter what, we are still one family.

I will always remember my brother-in-law's kindness to me.

But no matter how kind Wang Fugui is to me, he can't sell his daughter.

Is this what people do? "

"Wang Fugui'er will lend me Jiang Yang this money again.

I would rather sell iron, houses, and land to pay back this money.

But I will never let him sell his daughter, who is my niece. "

"Uncle, our Wang family is so poor that we have to sell our daughters to survive?"

One sentence made the villagers gasp.

"What, the old Wang family is actually selling their granddaughter?"

"This isn't 60 years. If we can't survive until then, who would be willing to sell their children?"

"This Wang Fugui'er is such a different person.

Although every family likes sons, daughters are born by themselves. "

"Why are you willing to sell it?"

"Wang Fugui, you lack great virtue."

Just now the people in the village were watching their house being busy.

But now it has changed from watching the fun to a kind of indignation.

It’s not that I like my girlfriend very much. Human trafficking is a crime.

Wang Fugui'er fell in the corner, his ribs hurting terribly, and he didn't know if his ribs were broken by the kick.

It hurts him to death even if he takes a breath, so how can he defend himself at this moment.

The production team leader was originally worried that the two families were just having a dispute between relatives.

In the end, it turned into a dispute between the brigade and the brigade, which would be a big trouble.

But now when I heard about selling children, I was naturally anxious. What year is this?

How can the government allow the sale of children and daughters?

"Wang Fugui, Old Man Wang, tell me clearly why you sold your child?"

The female director was anxious when she heard this. She was doing all the work in the village.

I have never heard of anyone selling their children these days.

It's strange that the superiors should not be held accountable after hearing about this matter.

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