After Black Lotus became a reborn person, he went completely crazy

"I'm sorry for not educating my son well, as you are the ones who built our country. Please forgive him this time, as you are a magnanimous person..."

"It's my child's fault that he built our country. You can beat him as much as you want, as long as you don't kill him, I have no objection..."

"Building a country..."

Xia Ran heard this and realized that she was lucky this time, as the people she faced were all reasonable people.

After looking through my memories, I found that the people here are, on the whole, quite simple and down-to-earth.

Even if there are bad people, most of them are not bad enough. To be more precise, they are bad only to a limited extent. It is completely incomparable with other places. It is not on the same level at all.

"It's okay, uncle, and aunt, I've spanked those who deserved it, and punished those who deserved it. Everyone has a youthful period, and this matter has passed. I specifically asked you to come and pick up the children in person, so that you can check your children and take them away if there is no problem.

I am afraid that those evil-hearted people will do something bad on the way. If something happens to your child on the way back, we won’t be able to explain it. At that time, you and I will be the ones crying, while those evil-hearted people can just sit back and reap the benefits. ”

"Jian Guo, I understand what you mean, that's the truth. There is no hatred between us in the past or today. We are all victims, and we can't let these black-hearted people get away with it."

"That's right, you have reason to worry about building a country. The Yang family is just born bad. They might really do that."

"How dare you bully me like this and use my child? I'm going to go back and settle this account with them..."

"Uncle, aunt, there is one more thing I have to apologize to you for. When they came to make trouble, I was so angry that I pushed all the bicycles they rode into the ditch. It was my fault to push them down, I admit it. But, uncle and aunt, this is not my fault, my young man just died, I am already sad enough.

As a result, others came to the coffin with great fanfare and bullied me, an orphan and a widow. Who could bear it? I am considered to have a good character. A bad character might have died on the spot. If this were true, these innocent and simple children would have become accomplices in someone else's murder."

"It's not your fault, it's not your fault."

"That's right, I don't blame you, I don't blame you..."

No matter how sad or distressed I am in my heart, I cannot show it on my face. Otherwise, what kind of person will I be? What kind of family will I be?

"Uncle, aunt, your child shouldn't have been beaten in vain. Who coaxed your child here? His child is young and naive, but are the adults in his family also naive? This shouldn't be the case. Besides, he's an old worker who has seen the world and is a government employee. He shouldn't be so naive.

Your children have suffered and been beaten because you stood up for Old Yang's family. You should ask for more money to support these children. The children who have broken bones have to lie on the kang for half a month or a month. And your bicycle was broken, so you should ask for money to replace it with a new one."

"Building a country is still your job. Uncle knows what to do. I'm sorry to bother you today. Then uncle will take my useless kid away?"

"Okay, let's go, uncle. It's very important what kind of people a child plays with. You should pay more attention to it in the future. It's important to play with the right people. I don't expect the child to be successful, but he must not be led into the fire pit by those bad seeds. If he follows an eagle, he will be an eagle; if he follows a fly, he will only be a fly."

"Yeah……"

"Then how do we go back?"

"Let's go discuss it over there?"

"Okay."

"Walk."

The final result of the discussion was that the children were injured "too badly" and could not ride bicycles back normally, so they had to use the tractor of Chenjia Village to send them back.

When Xia Ran heard this, she immediately became excited and asked Gui Niang to help her get the village to give away a tractor for free, and she would pay for the gas.

By the way, I sent someone to the nearest house to buy two old hens and killed them. I kept the blood and gave it to the parents in Yang Village. It was up to them to decide whether to use it or not.

The chicken was directly stewed into soup by the person in charge of the stove, which served as a dish for all the people who helped today.

Finally, the young men in the village, not wanting to take any trouble, went to pull some wheat straw and spread it in the tractor's bed.

Some people even ran back home, fetched their own tattered sheets and mattresses, which were so tattered that you could hardly tell they were made of them, and spread them on the straw.

I don't know who suggested it, but someone went to the village doctor, bought some gauze, and selectively "bandaged" it.

The people of Yang Village were very tactful and scattered the blood just right, with blood where it should be and not a drop where it shouldn't be.

After everything was ready, the two tractors set out again and drove towards Yangcun in a mighty manner.

The bicycles in the ditch were left there unattended, because their owners were about to have new bicycles to replace them.

Some of the bikes that the parents rode over were unoccupied, so the young men in the village volunteered to help ride them back, and then they could take the tractor back, which would be just right.

The young men in the village almost fought over the person who would deliver the car. Just to say, who wouldn't want to see such a rare excitement with their own eyes?

As for Yang Yaozu, he naturally continued to kneel before the coffin. No one from his family came to take him away. Every day was a wonderful one.

I have enough money now and I don't have any financial pressure. From now on, I will just drink tea, eat melon seeds, and watch the fun. Just thinking about it, life will be very promising.

After all the farce was over, the Yin-Yang master in the shed over there finished writing and drawing the sacrificial texts and various talismans to be used today and tomorrow, and began to do today's homework and chant the sutra.

As the little drum sounded, invisible energy began to work and flow, and everything became quiet again.

It was almost evening when the tractor driver and the young men who had come to watch the fun came back. They only came back after watching the whole fun.

The parents parked their tractors in front of Old Man Yang's house. Some even went home to get a few unused iron basins, banged them together, and began to greet the other's ancestors.

I forgot to mention that Old Man Yang's home is right next to the highway. The distance between the gate and the highway is less than five steps. Let's just say, it's convenient.

When the families and brothers and uncles of these "injured" children heard about this, they also joined in. They wanted justice for their children. Every family has a few difficult "old shrews".

After these family members' complaints, Old Man Yang's family was like a thousand-year-old turtle, locking the door from the inside and not making a single sound.

This old bastard is also very patient.