Yu Qingyu assumed an offensive posture, and at the moment when Han Si was most relaxed, he suddenly rushed out, stepping on his back with all four limbs.
Han Si was kicked by Yu Qingyu onto the grass that had just caught fire. He screamed and rolled, the fire was quickly extinguished, but his face was severely burned.
Yu Qingyu hid his merit and fame deeply, and ran to the village... to eat chicken.
Of course, they ate chicken related to Hans's family.
Yu Qingyu deliberately made a huge noise, killed all the chickens in the chicken coop and put them away.
After almost waking up half of the people in the village from their deep sleep, Yu Qingyu left safely, and it was impossible for the cats and dogs chasing after him to touch a single hair of him.
As soon as the people in the village went out, they naturally found the fire in the sky.
In the previous life, the fire was caught in the middle of the night, and the fire was out of control after dawn, but this time it just started.
Everyone rushed to fight the fire, and naturally found Hans who had passed out not far from the fire.
"Fuck! Why is he here?"
"Do you think he started the fire? Otherwise, how could it suddenly catch fire in the middle of the night?"
"Emma, don't smear the ink, hurry to the hospital! Why is life important!"
So several people carried Hans to the hospital, and the rest of the village joined the fire fighting team.
The wind at night was much weaker than that during the day, and the fire was almost extinguished by dawn.
However, the temple of Wong Tai Sin was burned down, and the clay sculpture inside fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
When everyone saw this scene, their faces sank.
An elderly man knelt down in front of the clay sculpture, "Putong, please forgive me! Daxian, believers didn't do it on purpose! Daxian... please continue to bless us! Daxian..."
Under the leadership of the man, several people also kowtowed to Daxian, but more people just had the mentality of watching a show.
Some were a little younger and even sneered, they didn't believe in Huang Daxian at all.
Yu Qingyu felt a little strength in his body, which should be the power of faith produced by those older people.
Han Zhujing looked at Han Si with half of his face burned, and felt very sad.
Although his father loves vanity, eats too much and is lazy, and even fights with his mother, he can't be said to be very kind to him, and beats and scolds him frequently.
But at least let him have no worries about food and clothing, and sometimes care about his grades, of course, most of them may be for showing off.
Han's mother wiped her tears beside the bed, "Xiaojing, what do you think? Your father is like this now, woo... This county hospital can't treat it well, so they asked us to be transferred."
Han Zhujing: "Mom, let's take Dad to another hospital."
"But... But we don't have much money. Your father goes out to drink and play cards every day. Whenever he has some money, he gives it away. Now he doesn't have much money at all."
Han Zhujing glanced at his father's head wrapped like a pig's head, "I'll borrow it."
"Xiao Jing, you are still a child. If you want to borrow, it is your mother who borrows it. You are here to watch your father, and I will borrow money,"
Han Zhujing didn't speak, but nodded.
He was thinking about how to arrange his family's affairs. There was basically nothing in the field, and their land was rented out. He just needed to collect some food from the villagers.
The first year of junior high school was not difficult at all, and it wouldn't matter if he was delayed for a year.
It's just... Han Zhujing frowned, he couldn't let go of the cone.
He couldn't wait to see if he would be disappointed.
As Han Zhujing talked about Yu Qingyu watching dozens of juniors eating chicken, he felt a sense of pride in his heart.
Look, here are my grandchildren, they are full because of me, ah, so good...
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Good night, today's Wong Tai Sin still wants tickets.
(end of this chapter)