Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

After he finished speaking, he looked at He Xiuer again and said sarcastically: "You can't just take it away just because you say someone's money is tax money."

Although the villagers didn't quite believe in Zhao Ermu's character, they couldn't refute him at the moment.

He Xiuer stood up calmly, pointed at the oilcloth bag in Zhao Ermu's hand and said, "In order to prevent the tax money from falling into the hands of thieves, I specially sewed a mark on the oilcloth bag."

She raised her eyes to look at Zhao Ermu and snorted coldly: "Since you said this is your own oilcloth bag, then show it and let everyone take a look."

Zhao Ermu was completely panicked. He only thought about fishing in troubled waters. He never thought that the enemy could take advantage of the situation and directly press him to the ground.

Although he was not sure whether there was a mark on the oilcloth bag, as long as there was this possibility, Zhao Ermu could not hand it over.

He quickly cast a look at Zhao Yimu asking for help.

Zhao Yimu froze in place after the village chief found the oilcloth bag on Zhao Ermu's body.

It is said that the authorities are confused and those on the sidelines know clearly. Zhao Yimu had already guessed this ending.

At this time, Zhao Yimu came to his senses and glared at Zhao Ermu with hatred.

He sighed silently, even if he was reluctant, he had to stand up and clean up the mess for him.

"Village chief, it's my fault for not supervising my second brother. There's no need to check. You can take the tax money and go back home. I'll ask my father to punish him severely to ensure that he won't make the same mistake again."

Zhao Ermu's eyes widened in disbelief, and he wanted to continue to mess around: "Brother, what are you talking about? You..."

Zhao Yimu interrupted him angrily: "Shut up, have you forgotten what my little sister once told us? If you dare to do such a dirty thing, aren't you afraid that my little sister will disown you as your second brother?"

Zhao Ermu's heart thumped suddenly, apparently remembering the cruel words Zhao Zhizhi had said before.

He lowered his head in annoyance and took the initiative to hand the oilcloth bag to the village chief, "Sorry, I did pick this up."

A strange light suddenly bloomed in He Xiuer's eyes. She strode forward and snatched the oilcloth bag.

Opening it in front of everyone, he pretended to count the money and then shouted loudly: "No, the tax money is still missing. You didn't hand it over all."

As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers cast angry looks at Zhao Ermu.

Even Zhao Yimu suspected him immediately, "Er Mu, return all the tax money."

Facing everyone's rebuke, Zhao Ermu felt that all his senses were gone, and everyone seemed to have turned into ferocious evil ghosts in his eyes.

He opened his mouth with difficulty and explained blankly: "I don't know, I didn't take anything."

"I picked up the oilcloth bag and put it in my arms. I didn't even open it. I didn't even know there was silver in it."

He Xiuer took the lead and said sarcastically: "Is half of what you said true? Didn't you just swear that the tax bank is your own private bank?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone agreed.

"That's right, Zhao Ermu, are you crazy? You want to die by yourself, so don't drag us all along!"

"Hurry up and hand over the tax money, otherwise we will have to fight you to the death today even if we risk our lives."

"Zhao Ermu, you really can't change your mind and eat shit. Your sister has worked hard to earn respect and respect for you, but now you have lost them all again."

These people who were yelling at each other had never had any trouble with Zhao Er, so when they finally got the chance, they naturally wanted to vent their long-suppressed grievances.

However, some of the words were so unpleasant that even Zhao Yimu couldn't bear to listen and shouted coldly: "What the hell are you talking about!"

Zhao Ermu had a gloomy face and said word for word: "I am telling you for the last time that I did not take tax money. If you don't believe it, then there is nothing I can do."

He Xiuer took the opportunity to get angry, "What do you mean, do you really think that all of us are afraid of you?"

Most of the people who come to pay taxes are the breadwinners of their families, and more than 90% of them are men.

If they cannot pay their taxes, the court may abandon them, and their lives in the future will only be even more miserable than they are now.

They were going to die sooner or later anyway. The villagers' eyes flashed with despair, and they invariably surrounded Zhao Yimu and Zhao Ermu.

The village chief wanted to play a role, so he walked into the encirclement and looked at Zhao Ermu with a raised chin, "Ermu, the famine is coming. Maybe there will be no water or food in the village. We still need help from the court." , let me make the decision, as long as you make up the missing tax money, we won’t care about you anymore.”

Zhao Ermu's endurance reached the limit. He looked at the village chief with scarlet eyes and rushed forward.

The village chief was caught off guard and knocked to the ground. He let out a wail, then hugged his leg and shouted in pain: "My leg, my leg is broken, ouch."

"If you keep fucking pretending to me, I will break your legs right now!" Zhao Ermu was furious and wanted to step forward, but the equally angry villagers rushed over and held him down.

Zhao Yimu wanted to come over and help Zhao Ermu get rid of his restraints, but after all, one person was no match for several people. In addition, he did not want to really hurt the villagers, so he was restrained after a moment of panic.

The villagers shouted angrily that Zhao Ermu should pay the price, and He Xiuer fell on the side of the village chief and shed tears hypocritically.

Hearing this, she raised her face full of tears and said angrily: "Since he has no repentance and hurt my father, let's retaliate. Let's break his legs first, and then carry him to Zhao's house. Let the Zhao family pay the tax money, otherwise, we will take Zhao Ermu to the county government."

After saying this, she received applause from the crowd. He Xiuer cried pitifully and thanked the villagers, and then asked: "Which one of you will break his legs?"

Zhao Yimu struggled hard and shouted heartbreakingly: "How dare you! Let go of my second brother quickly. We will just make up for the tax and money. You are not allowed to touch him."

However, some indignant people wanted to avenge the past and even brought heavy sticks.

At the critical moment, Wei Shao fell from the sky holding Zhao Zhizhi.

When the two fell down, they were as intimidating as flying immortals.

As soon as Zhao Zhizhi stepped on the ground, he couldn't wait to push Wei Shao's arm away, hurriedly ran to Zhao Yimu, and said coldly to the villagers who were restraining him: "Let go of my brother!"

Zhao Zhizhi looked as gorgeous as a peach blossom, and even when she was fierce, she was not scary. However, the villagers only stared at her once, and a chill surged from the soles of their feet to their heads.

They subconsciously let go of their hands. Zhao Yimu didn't care about anything and hurriedly said to Zhao Zhizhi: "Sister, they are going to break Ermu's legs."

Zhao Zhizhi squinted his eyes and caught the instigator He Xiu'er at a glance. His lips drew a cold arc. It seemed like he was speaking to everyone, but in fact he was saying to her: "Let's see who dares!"