Metaphysics crazily criticizes big boss, shocking the country by marrying a vegetative person

"No, no, no!"

Seeing that his brother was really going to burn the wooden figure, He Zhongsheng became anxious and went to grab the wooden figure, but He Yongsheng dodged it.

"Yongsheng, I was wrong, brother was wrong. I was jealous that you could marry Zhang Yan, so I did this. I really didn't know this technique would work. Please, for the sake of your sister-in-law and nephews and nieces On the face of it, please forgive me, brother."

He Zhongsheng was right. When the carpenter master taught him this technique, he warned him not to use it indiscriminately.

He learned it, but didn't take it to heart, thinking it was just feudal superstition.

Seeing his younger brother getting married to the woman he loved, jealousy made He Zhongsheng lose his mind and used this technique on his own brother.

Nothing happened at first, and He Zhongsheng felt that it was just a trick and put it behind him.

Later, when he learned that Zhang Yan had died in childbirth, He Zhongsheng remembered this and felt a chill go down his spine.

Could it be because of the little wooden man he put there?

But at this time, everyone was dead, so how could He Zhongsheng dare to tell this matter, let alone take out the little wooden man.

Later, I saw that although my brother and nephew had a harder life, nothing happened, and they did not think that the whole family would die as Master said, so they didn't take it seriously.

Unexpectedly, He Hui fell ill twice, but He Yongsheng discovered this secret that had been hidden for more than 20 years.

"Yongsheng, brother really didn't mean it. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me." He Zhongsheng, who was almost fifty, was crying with snot and tears.

He Yongsheng felt a little soft-hearted when he saw his eldest brother like this.

If the eldest brother really didn't know that this victory-hating technique was so vicious, then he couldn't be completely blamed.

Nan Yiran, who had been watching this scene coldly, spoke.

"Haha, you didn't do it on purpose? If you didn't do it on purpose, He Hui went out to see a doctor when he was sick, and Uncle He would take care of your tutor, and you would have enough time to take out the wooden figure!"

He Zhongsheng subconsciously retorted: "After so many years, I have long forgotten about this matter."

"Forgot? I think you didn't forget, but you wanted to embezzle Uncle He's demolition money."

He Yongsheng was confused when he heard it. Why didn't he know about the demolition money?

While He Yongsheng was taking his son out for medical treatment, there were already rumors in the village that a highway was being built recently and would occupy the village's land.

All farmers whose fields are occupied will receive high compensation, which can amount to more than 200,000 yuan per acre of land.

He Yongsheng and He Hui's combined fields are more than three acres, and they can receive compensation of 600,000 to 700,000 yuan.

He Yongsheng and He Hui just came back, and no one told them about this for a while.

When He Zhongsheng heard this, he became anxious and scolded Nan Yiruan directly: "Where are you from, a wild girl? You are talking nonsense here. Do you have any evidence? I think you are interested in the demolition money of my brother's house. Come on." Let’s seduce him!”

"Evidence?" Nan Yiran sneered and said to He Yongsheng: "Uncle He, open the back of that little wooden man and take a look."

He Yongsheng turned over the wooden figure and saw a gap on its back that could be dug open.

The gap is so small that you won't even notice it unless you look carefully.

I found a knife and pried open the gap, and a folded yellow cloth fell out.

Open it and see a person's birthday and birth date written in red letters inside.

After He Yongsheng saw clearly the birth date written on the note, he kicked He Zhongsheng to the ground hard.

He pointed at He Zhongsheng with shaking hands: "Brother? Damn, are you worthy of being my eldest brother? You killed Zhang Yan, and now you want to kill Xiaohui, you beast!"

The birth date of He Hui was written in blood on that yellow cloth!

If He Zhongsheng had really forgotten this, how could He Hui's birth date appear on the wooden figure?

This is going to kill him!

He Yong was so angry that he raised his ax and struck at He Zhongsheng.

It's okay to touch him, but you can't bear to touch Xiaohui!

But no matter how hard He Yongsheng tried, the ax could never cut down, as if it was stuck in place.

Upon seeing this, He Zhongsheng hurriedly rolled and crawled out of He Yongsheng's home.

"Uncle He, such a person is not worth your while. Your and Xiaohui's good days are still to come." Nan Yiran comforted him.

Without the initial impulse, He Yongsheng was like a deflated rubber ball, threw the ax, collapsed on the ground, hugged his head and cried.

His wife was killed by his own relatives, and his son almost died. He still had no way of redressing his grievances. After all, no policeman would believe such a method of harming people.

This kind of shock and frustration is enough to make a man in his forties collapse.

"Dad." He Hui held the door and walked out.

The wooden man was taken out and He Hui woke up, but he had no strength and could not move. He could only lie on the bed and listen to everything happening outside.

After a while, He Hui gained some strength and walked out.

"Xiaohui, are you awake?" When He Yongsheng saw that his son was awake, he quickly stood up, wiped his tears and supported his son.

"how do you feel?"

He Hui sat on the chair, his lips a little pale.

"Dad, Master Nan is right, uncle is not worth the sacrifice you have to make. If you take out the little wooden man, I will be fine."

"But..." He Yongsheng was always a little confused.

He knew that Master Nan would not lie. As long as he burned the wooden figure, his eldest brother and his whole family would be buried with his wife.

But people can't be resurrected, so he can't harm other innocent people.

Finally, He Yongsheng sighed.

That's it, that's it. When his son recovers, he will go out to work with his son and stay away from this sad place.

Seeing He Yongsheng make his final choice, his Yintang also lit up, and Nan Yiran raised the corner of his mouth.

Kind people will always be rewarded.

After He Yongsheng and his son received the compensation, they left their hometown to start a business. He Hui was smart and set up a modern pig farm by himself.

The business grew bigger and bigger, and their lives became better and better.

After He Zhongsheng returned, he was always afraid that He Yongsheng would burn the wooden figure in anger and kill his family.

The anxiety and fear in his heart caused him to fall seriously ill, and then his body collapsed and he died within a few years.

Nan Yiran refused and He Yongsheng wanted to pay her back all the money from selling the wood, and left the He family.

Go to Mali Village, Zhou Yingxia's home.

"You and your husband only have this chance to meet."

"Thank you, Master." Zhou Yingxia was so excited that she couldn't sit still in her bracelet.

"Sister Yingxia, can you stop dangling in front of my eyes? It will make me dizzy and affect my pentakill."

Fengling has gone from watching dramas and short videos to playing Honor of the Brave, and is working hard to reach the diamond rank.

Nan Yira quickly arrived at Zhou Yingxia's house and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

A villager happened to be passing by and saw Nan Yiran knocking on the door. He took the initiative and said, "Little girl, are you looking for Wang Dian? He is not at home. If you want to look for him, go to the tomb in the back mountain to look for him."

At the tomb in the back hill, a young man in his twenties with gray hair was burning paper money on a tombstone.

"Yingxia, I'm here to see you and your child. The person who killed you has been caught. You and your child can rest in peace..."

"Brother Dian..."

Hearing the sound, the man shuddered and slowly turned his head.

The next second, the man fainted...