Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

Old Master Leng stood on his son's side, but changed his tone. This was something the father and son had discussed when they were lying on the earthen kang in the old house of the Leng family.

"Qiu'er, don't say such angry words. Don't you know how much your father was looking forward to your next birth? Father and daughter don't hold grudges overnight. What's the point of getting angry with your own family? Besides, you didn't suffer any loss, and you even sent your father to the hospital. Do you regret waking up in the middle of the night?"

Leng Yanqiu turned his head towards the old man and nodded seriously: "I regret it."

"Right? I'll tell you." The old man praised his own affectionate performance in his heart, "Qiu'er, you should have understood it earlier. You have to rely on your father to protect and support your brother in this life-"

"I regret not separating from the Leng family earlier." Leng Yanqiu interrupted the old man in his own rhythm.

"What? Just split up?" Old Master Leng looked at the depressed old woman and could only speak up himself. "Just because you've grown up and don't live in the same courtyard with us, you think it's a split? What a joke. Whose family are you splitting up with? Whose family are you splitting up?"

Leng Zhiqiang sneered, and his good hand had already grabbed a blue brick beside the pool.

"Honestly, go open the door quickly, help me lie down, it's time to cook!"

Leng Yanqiu ignored him and continued to look at the old man, explaining: "I have an ID card, my household registration--"

The old man would also interrupt her, as if he had caught some kind of handle and shouted: "Don't even think about taking the household registration book! Your household registration is in the Leng family. If you don't get married and your household registration is taken away, you will not be a member of the Leng family!"

Meahhaha, older ginger is spiciest.

Leng Yanqiu's eyes showed more pity, but his tone was firm: "This is my territory, and I earned every penny by myself. You have to leave."

"Go away--" Leng Zhiqiang, who had long lost control of his temper, finally got angry. A shadow accompanied by the sound of wind flew towards Leng Yanqiu's head.

"Ouch, be careful!"

"what--"

The onlookers finally got to eat a big piece. It was worth their while to stay here without eating dinner. There was a hint of excitement in their exclamations.

Leng Zhiqiang is well-known in the village for his bad temper and violent nature, but they are not worried about their own safety because Leng Zhiqiang only loses his temper at home and does not endanger the villagers.

This time, Leng Yanqiu didn't have a shovel as a self-defense weapon.

There were also some timid and kindhearted villagers who closed their eyes out of fear. What would be the effect of a brick hitting their head? "Puff" or "Bang"?

However, nothing happened. Instead, what they waited for were the crisp sounds of "pop" and "crackling".

The brick did not hit Leng Yanqiu, but hit the door frame of the main house, and the two pieces of glass on both sides of the door frame shattered.

"Hiss——" a sound of inhaling.

Leng Zhiqiang works as a decorator in Hai City, and he has a lot of work to do.

The weak words "Don't hit me" uttered by old lady Leng were barely audible.

The old man also froze a blocking gesture in mid-air.

But it was all in vain. After the crisp sound of the bricks, Leng Yanqiu moved.

It was already dark, and no one could see how she started. Anyway, before the old couple could join the new battle, Leng Zhiqiang, who was leaning against the jujube tree, was lifted up. Because of their close relationship and good treatment, his shoulders were not weighed down.

This was not even his full strength, because due to the nausea and close contact with Leng Zhiqiang, Leng Yanqiu turned his body over and adjusted it to a dragging position, moving towards the gate of the courtyard.

Those who eat onlookers: stunned.

Mr. Leng: Where is my heart pill?

Old lady Leng: The world is spinning, I feel weak all over and my eyes are blurry.

They didn't make any sound until Leng Zhiqiang was dragged to the gate of the courtyard.

"Evil creature! Unfilial daughter!" The old man shouted loudly. His legs became stronger and his body became more flexible. He stood up from the stool and chased after her.

Old Lady Leng only uttered a soft cry: "My son——"

In fact, Leng Yanqiu's action did not cause much harm to Leng Zhiqiang, as his injured leg remained straight. But for Leng Zhiqiang, it was too insulting, especially when he was facing the villagers who were just watching the show.

The three generals on his side were useless and Leng Zhiqiang's struggle was in vain. Leng Yanqiu kept walking backwards, dragged Leng Zhiqiang out of the courtyard gate ten meters west, threw him down, clapped his hands, and went home.

The old man could only glare at her angrily, as he had to go and see his eldest son first.

Leng Zhiqiang, lying on the ground in a mess, deeply understood the profound meaning of the name his father gave him. He is an indestructible "cockroach".

It was very difficult for Old Man Leng to help his son up, so he simply squatted on the ground to serve as a backrest and half-held his son in his arms.

"Xiao Qiang" panted and took out his cell phone, his eyes full of ruthlessness: "Call the police! See if they can catch her this time?"

Villagers who came over to watch: Call the police again? Don’t police officers want to get off work?

The clever one started to tip off Secretary Ma: "Are you eating? Don't eat anymore, the Leng family has called the police again!"

Ma Liu Village is about to become famous again.

Secretary Ma's head was buzzing, and he asked the most concerned topic: "Is anyone injured? Do they need to be sent to the hospital?"

I hope he never has to go to the hospital again.

"Probably not. They hit him with bricks, but they didn't hit his head." The villager looked Leng Zhiqiang up and down, and found that he was about the same as before he came.

Secretary Ma, who deliberately did not care about the subsequent development of the Leng family, had to put down his job and rush to the scene.

In the courtyard, several villagers who followed Leng Yanqiu and waited for the melon to fall looked at each other in confusion. What was going on with this peaceful picture? Shouldn't they also take the old lady out?

The old lady's face was as pale as paper and her forehead was covered with sweat. One hand was holding the low table while the other hand was hanging down. Her eyes were half open and half closed, and her lips were moving but no sound came out.

Leng Yan opened the door like the autumn wind and came out to feed the old lady water. The kettle that was originally placed outside was emptied, so she had to go back to the house to get more.

She was kind enough to put a dried jasmine flower in the water, and its faint fragrance lingered in the air.

The old lady's cracked lips were moisturized and her eyes opened, but a few turbid tears slowly dripped down.

The water was drunk up, and the fresh and lively jasmine flower was left in the old lady's mouth. She regained her strength.

The grandparents and grandchildren, who once had a close relationship, now had no desire to talk.

The old lady stood up slowly and walked slowly out of the yard.

Leng Yanqiu began to tidy up the tea set, her eyes and brows gentle and calm, as if there was no one around.

It made those who were watching the show feel embarrassed.

"Well, Xiaoqiu, your dad really called 110 again, seriously!"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard it all!"

Leng Yanqiu continued to tidy up the table, but raised his eyes and replied: "Oh."

Just an "oh"?

In fact, not only that, the chickens left in the greenhouse were also making noises. Now that the yard is quiet, the “cluck, cluck, cluck” sounds of protest are particularly obvious.

"Let me out so I can pester your father, your grandfather, your grandmother—"

"No outsiders are allowed to get close to my brothers and sisters, and no one is allowed to steal eggs--"

This is a very responsible chicken king. He was so addicted to the warmth in the greenhouse that he forgot to follow his owner closely.

Can I raise chickens in the greenhouse? Leng Yanqiu was so focused on making money that he didn't care about the consequences of being reported to the police again.