Chapter 113 How Dare You Hit You?
Sure enough, with energy, Chen Shuhui's strength became stronger day by day.

"You never die..." Zhao Ming pointed at Chen Bingchang and cursed.

When he scolded, the last sympathy of the villagers evaporated.Chen Bingchang is an old revolutionary!It is the pride of their village!No one can be insulted!
"How dare you blackmail someone!" Drive him away! "Zhang Jiuhua said, and then looked at Chen Shuhui.

"Okay." Chen Shuhui smiled.As long as Zhang Jiuhua passes, she will be fine.

Now the whole village is on her side, and everything is fine.

Several people stepped forward and pushed Zhao Ming out of the village.

Zhao Ming swore, but he dared not stay.He has hurt a few feet just now.If he had stayed, he would have had more feet and his hands would have hurt.He must see a doctor right away.

"Give me the money!" I'm going to the doctor! Zhao Mingchao shouted to Wenxiu from behind the crowd.

Wenxiu followed the crowd and looked at Zhao Ming, feeling guilty in her heart.

"Oh, that's so wrong!" everyone booed.

"Fart! Look at my hand. What does it look like?" Zhao Ming shouted.

Sure enough, after more than 20 minutes of delay, his hand was purple and swollen, like a pig's trotter.

It looks like it hurts.

"You were hurt on purpose too. You want to blackmail money." Chen Bingchang insisted.

"Yes, that is!" everyone agrees.

"You, you... Wenxiu! Give me the money! Otherwise, I'll go home and ask my father to kill you!"

"Yo!~~" The crowd became more active.I felt that Chen Shuhui's slap was light.How could he be a nice guy?You should hit it on the head!

Wenxiu touched her pocket.

Aunt Yang immediately pulled her aside and whispered: "You are so stupid. You really gave him money. He is even more arrogant. Will bully you in the future!"

"Wenxiu! If you don't give me money, you won't be able to enter my house in the future! I will ask my father to divorce you!" Zhao Ming shouted again.

Wenxiu put her hands on her pockets and said, "I don't have any money."

Zhao Ming even heard: "Fart! I saw you selling something in the morning! It must be something shameful! People like you can only do bad things!"

This sentence completely angered the whole village.

Who hasn't been to the black market?been there!Especially Aunt Yang and Aunt Liu, they help sell things in the morning.

"Hit him!" the crowd yelled.

Zhao Ming was beaten and kicked all the way to the train station, and the crowd dispersed only after he boarded the train.

Zhao Ming's face was blue and purple, and his figure was out of shape.A good dress was also torn to shreds.He can only wear this decent dress!In order to show off the superiority of city people in the countryside, I wear it specially!
Zhao Ming went down to the hospital with his head turned.His hands hurt so much.

He has a work permit.Doctor visits are basically free.It doesn't cost much.

The hand was literally broken, broken in three parts, put in a cast, and went home.

Seeing him coming back like this, everyone in the Zhao family was terrified.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Zhao asked nervously.Who does she love the most at home?Not a son, but a grandson.

"Grandma, I was beaten by Wenxiu!" Zhao Ming cried.

"Nonsense! How dare Wenxiu hit you?" Mrs. Zhao couldn't believe it: "Even if she dared, she wouldn't have the ability!"

The grandson saw that he was beaten by a powerful person or a group of people.

"Oh, I'm stupid. I was beaten by Wenxiu's eldest daughter! What's that name?" Mrs. Wen always came to his house to say that Chen Shuhui was not good.He'd heard it several times, but she couldn't remember her own name for a moment.

"What's your name?" Mrs. Zhao can't remember: "It's her! It seems that Mrs. Wen is right. This is a bear thing!"

Zhao Ming's expression was paused.This bear is not a bear.She is fair and has a good voice, but her heart is black.

"Grandma, I want her to make it up to me!" Zhao Ming said coquettishly.

He couldn't think of a way to do it.Everyone in the village bullied him, but his grandma must have a way!People in their village don't beat old ladies.

Needless to say, Mrs. Zhao naturally wanted to stand up for her grandson.

(End of this chapter)

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