80s small fortune bag

Chapter 154
Before Sun Fugui could speak, Jiang Weiguo jumped up excitedly, put his hands under Jiang Yu's armpits and lifted her up.

"As expected of a little fish, even without uncle's nurturing and awareness, he can come up with such a good way, much better than Tao'er who knows how to fight and beat people!"

Although Jiang Weiguo thinks his daughter is good, but it seems that it is not enough compared to Jiang Yu.

"Tao'er, dad will teach you another lesson today. When encountering such a thing, even if you can beat someone, you still have to go to the police. If you don't go to the police station, these people don't know how to be afraid and don't have a long memory. It's like your milk, alas!"

Jiang Weiguo really felt that Mrs. Jiang should go there to study and improve her temperament. Although they don't need to trouble them, look at how Jiang Chao has been raised.

As far as that virtue is concerned, he knows how to make firewood stacks at such a young age, and burns the house when he grows up!
Everyone: "..."

This is the first time I see someone who wants to send his mother to the police station all day long. This is not raising a son, but raising an enemy!

Jiang Yu was picked up and turned around a few times, dizzy, and fell straight down, as if drunk, Jiang Niach squatted down, and Jiang Yu fell directly into his arms.

She really just thought that what Jiang Hai said was right, and she just said it again after learning, as if it had nothing to do with whether Xun Tao or not.

By the way, what does nurturing mean?

"No, we can't call the police," Mrs. Sun was helped out by relatives. Sun Shengli died, and her health was not very good. "It's not shameful enough to have such a disaster as Sun Fugui. Let more people know about our family. Is it broken?"

People celebrate the New Year and have a happy reunion, but someone died in their family, and they can't spend the New Year.

Doesn't she know how much these people in the village love to gossip?

As soon as the police come, they are guaranteed to have relatives in the second and third grades of junior high school, and most of the county towns who can pass it on will know.

Her most beloved second grandson is already dead, so why should he die uneasy?

Old Mrs. Sun stared at Sun Fugui with her cloudy eyes, wishing she could just stare at him to death. Anyway, she believed that he was the one who caused it!

Sun Daqing also hesitated.

What Mrs. Sun was worried about was Sun Shengli's face, but what he was worried about was his own.

Big and small, he is also the village party secretary. If the family's gossip gets to the ears of some leaders in the town or county, what if they have any bad thoughts about him?

"Hahaha."

There were a few more laughs, but the laughs were obviously deliberate, they were imitating Jiang Weiguo, and he hadn't learned yet.

Following the laughter, he saw a young and middle-aged man standing at the back of the Jiang family.

This man was wearing a military green military overcoat, but it didn't fit well at all, with a single button unbuttoned, revealing the dark blue sweater underneath.

It was freezing cold, and other people would wrap it up as tightly as they could, but he didn't. It didn't look cold at all, and the coat seemed to be put on by others just to talk about it.

"Your family really likes to tell jokes. Just now, everyone looked at how much they loved the dead man, but they didn't even investigate how he died or who killed him. They insisted that this person named Sun The rich brother did it."

"Do you love him or do you want him to die early? You're not afraid that the person who really killed him won't be caught. You're just messing around here, opening the coffin boards in the middle of the night to find you."

What Sun Jun said was out of character, because he himself didn't believe in these gods and ghosts, but he knew that most people in the village believed them, so he said that just to make a fool of himself, to scare people.

"And you," he pointed at Sun Daqing, "I heard that you are the party secretary of this village? Even a four-year-old kid knows to call the police if something happens, let alone a life-threatening incident. You are still hesitating over your reputation. "

"I don't understand anything, I'm confused, I don't know how you manage this village."

Alas, Sun Jun shook his head, not as good as the head of their village.

"Where did you come from, you don't need to tell me how my son is the secretary of the village party committee!" Mrs. Sun was impatient. She was most proud of having such a good son as Sun Daqing, who would make her proud for most of her life until she died. Even if you go underground, you can show off to your ancestors.

What kind of thing is he, if he is capable, he will be a village party secretary!
Sun Jun sneered, instead of fussing with this unreasonable and ignorant old lady, he just looked at Sun Daqing to see what he was doing.

It was also strange, obviously Sun Jun looked about 20 years old, but he was a bit fit, but Sun Daqing felt uncomfortable when he was looked at.

A person appeared in his mind. With this age and this military overcoat, there are no old people who have served as soldiers in their ten miles and eight towns. Therefore, this army coat should not belong to the elders in the family, but it was in Dashitou Village a few years ago. A man was drafted into the army.

This man is the soldier!

"Mother, what this little brother said is right, we should call the police, and we can't let Shengli die without knowing why."

Old Mrs. Sun was wiping her tears with her sleeves and weeping. When she heard that the crying stopped abruptly, she disappeared with a bang. Her eyes were like tap water with switches.

"You can't call the police, it's too embarrassing!" Her face was flustered, and her son changed his mind for some reason.

"Mother, I didn't think that being rich would harm Victory. You must think that it is him. I am the village secretary of our village. Although Fugui is not my own son, I have raised him for so many years. He is even more from our village. "

"No matter how you look at it, I can't just wrong him like this. How else can I stay in the village if I am rich?" Sun Daqing secretly winked at Mrs. Sun, "Listen to me, don't worry about it, I am victorious Dad, can you still hurt him?"

He was already hypocritical, so it is reasonable to say that now.

Sun Jun has a special status, because of his status, no matter who he meets or where he walks, he will be looked at highly by others.

Those words that ridiculed him were passed on to anyone's ears if they were not allowed to be passed on.

Sun Daqing still didn't go to the police according to what they said, maybe the higher-ups would have more opinions on him.

According to his idea, let the family make trouble first, so that everyone will know that his son was killed by Sun Fugui.

Even if there is no evidence, he will not be able to live a good life in the future. It would be best if he can't bear to roll his eyes and commit suicide.

The second son had many conflicts with Sun Fugui during his lifetime. If he died anyway, his son would be very happy.

Jiang Weiguo heyed twice in a strange voice, "This man is singing a big show." He clapped his hands and shouted hello!
The other people who did it didn't know why and looked at him.

This person is here again, what are you doing!
"Father, what's your name?" As a daughter, Jiang Tao, who received Jiang Weiguo's thoughts the most, didn't understand.

Her father always said amazing words, didn't understand, didn't understand.

"Of course I'm watching a play. Isn't that what you said just now?" He pouted at Sun Daqing, "This person sings about a yin and yang face, right? One moment he has a shady face, another moment he has a positive face, one moment he pretends to be a villain with all his heart, and another moment A good person who pretends to be a fake, can't he play well?"

puff.

Sun Jun smiled bluntly.

When Jiang Weiguo entangled him, his response was his response. This summed it up perfectly!

(End of this chapter)