novelhk Chapter 1025 Just assume your father is gone
Chapter 1025 Just assume your father is gone
Old Zhang's eldest son slammed into the wall with a thud, then slowly slid down the wall to the ground.
Li Mo'er bent down to pick up Old Zhang's tattered cloth shoes, took two quick steps, came to Old Zhang's eldest son, raised her hand, and slapped the sole of her shoe across his face.
While slapping her, he cursed, "I'll teach you to shut up, I'll teach you to listen to your wife, I'll teach you to disregard your father's life or death, I'll teach you to be greedy for money, I'll teach you to be a bad parent..."
With each curse, the slut would slap him across the face, making a slapping sound.
The villagers were stunned. They hadn't expected this little girl to be so powerful, beating a grown man so badly that he couldn't even fight back.
Liu Zhihua realized what was happening and pounced on the little brat with a howl, trying to scratch her face.
Zhao Yunting had been on guard against her all along. When he saw her running towards Li Mo'er, he stretched out his foot, and Liu Zhihua tripped over it, falling face-first to the ground.
She looked up, her mouth covered in blood. She licked her lips and then burst into loud sobs.
Li Mo'er turned her head and saw that one of his front teeth had fallen out. Her arm was tired from whipping him, so Li Mo'er threw away Old Zhang's tattered cloth shoes and said to Old Zhang's eldest son, who was still dizzy from the beating, "I will take Grandpa Zhang away. I will take care of him in his old age. I guess you will never see him again in this lifetime. You don't need to hope that he dies soon! Get out of here, and don't make me hit you again."
The village chief then came over and said to Zhang's eldest son, "Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. You reap what you sow. You can leave now, just pretend your father is gone."
Old Zhang's lips moved when he heard the village chief's words. He wanted to say that he was still here and asked if he could stop talking like that.
After a moment, Old Zhang's eldest son stood up, walked over to his wife, helped Liu Zhihua up, and said, "Let's go, don't embarrass ourselves here."
Liu Zhihua realized that no matter how much they threw a tantrum, they wouldn't get any money. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, stood up, grabbed her son, and turned to leave.
When Old Zhang's eldest son reached the door, he turned and glanced at Old Zhang before lowering his head and striding away.
Old Zhang sighed, lowered his head, and remained silent for a long time.
What Li Mo'er didn't know was that Liu Zhihua left the village shortly after returning home and headed towards the county town.
Li Mo'er whispered something in Zhao Yunting's ear, and Zhao Yunting left the house and walked towards the helicopter.
By this time, many villagers had left after the excitement had died down, leaving mostly members of the village's "intelligence station."
Zhao Yunting opened the helicopter door and took out three insulated boxes, each with three layers.
The rest of the people looked at the insulated box in Zhao Yunting's hand with puzzled expressions, wondering what it was.
He carried the insulated box into the house, then found a particularly old square table and placed it directly on the kang (a heated brick bed).
He opened the insulated box, took out six stir-fried dishes, and placed them on the table. When the village chief saw that they were about to eat, he was about to leave.
Li Mo'er grabbed the village chief's sleeve and said, "Uncle Village Chief, don't go! I still have something to say to you later. Come sit down and have a drink."
The village chief shook his head and said, "That won't do. You all eat, I'll come back later."
Li Mo'er took out a bottle of Moutai from the bottom of the insulated box, waved it in front of the village chief, and asked, "Uncle Village Chief, are you sure you don't want to have a glass of this Moutai?"
The village chief stared wide-eyed at the Moutai. It was Moutai! He had never drunk it before, not because he couldn't afford it, but because he couldn't bear to buy it.
The price of this one bottle of wine is enough for a family to eat and drink for a month. If he dares to buy it, his wife will tear him to pieces!
Swallowing hard, the village chief could only say, "Well, then I'll shamelessly drink a cup. Oh my, I've never tasted such good wine before. I must have a good taste today."
The five people sat around the table. Old Zhang leaned against the quilt. Since drinking two cups of spiritual spring water, he had become much more energetic. Li Jun set out the bowls and chopsticks for his master and placed a plate of shrimp and egg custard in front of him.
There were seven or eight old women watching the commotion outside the window, curious to see what they were having for dinner.
Seeing the six dishes served, everyone swallowed hard. Especially that bottle of Moutai, which I heard is incredibly expensive.