A young husband dressed as a violent butcher

Mrs. Xiong was waiting outside, and Mother Xiong and Father Xiong came in to have a secret talk with Tang Shou. Mother Xiong and Father Xiong wanted to ask Xiong Zhuangshan to come forward to seek justice, or else his two boys, one of whom was the son-in-law of the Zhao family, would make trouble in Xiaonan Village Well, Zhao's family is backed by a villager from Xiaonan Village, so his family can't get any benefits.

Tang Shou didn't agree rashly, but looked at Xiong Zhuangshan's attitude. He knew that Xiong Zhuangshan and the Xiong family had problems, so no matter how he managed it, he had to look at Xiong Zhuangshan's intentions.

Xiong Zhuangshan asked coldly: "I can take the lead in this matter. Since the Zhao family dared to let the married woman steal the Xiong's things, they must be prepared to pay the price. However, I am in the lead, and I don't want someone to stab me in the back .”

Father Xiong said: "This matter is all up to Ah Shan. We will do what you say. We must not let people sit on their necks to shit. As for Da Lang, his own wife, I don't understand how to discipline myself, so I will do it this way. Father has to discipline him, if he really doesn’t care about our Xiong’s family, and looks down on Xiong’s family and Da Lang from the bottom of his heart, the Xiong’s family will not force her to stay, let her go find someone better.”

With Father Xiong's words, Xiong Zhuangshan knew what to do, and he didn't call the villagers, so Xiong Zhuangshan led the Xiong family and broke into Zhao's house in Xiaonan Village.

Since Xiong Zhuangshan has a reputation that no one in Xinghua Village would dare to offend, it must be a vain reputation.After entering Zhao's house, without even saying a word, he kicked over the steamer, and the uncooked pastries in the pot were scattered everywhere.Several ladies who made pastries screamed in fright.

The two brothers of the Zhao family ran out in a hurry, and when they saw Father Xiong and Mother Xiong, they didn't feel wronged at all, but shouted, "What do you mean?"

Mrs. Zhao got out of Xiong's house, threw herself into her brother's arms and wept bitterly, as if she had been wronged by the heavens.

Zhao's mother and Zhao's father came out when they heard the movement, saw the mess all over the place, and saw that the Xiong family's eyes first had a flash of guilt, and then the perennial sense of superiority in front of the Xiong's family prevailed, and they said outrightly: "Xiong Sixiong Si Niangzi, What did my aunt do wrong, and let you beat and kill me, this is the Zhao family, not a place for you to be presumptuous!"

Mother Xiong sneered and said: "We are presumptuous, you don't know what good things your Zhao family has done, well, since you don't know, I don't mind talking about it today, so that all the villagers in Xiaonan Village know what kind of family your family is like." !"

The Zhao family still needs face. Although they can persuade married women to steal their mother-in-law's crafts and come back to teach their mother's family, that is because the Xiong family is a soft persimmon. After so many years with her family, they dare not say a word. Thinking that the Xiong family would suffer a lot from this incident, they dared not come to the door.

Father Zhao immediately shouted: "Miss Xiong Si, don't talk nonsense, what have my Zhao family done, and nothing has been done!" Father Zhao threatened faintly: "Think about your Da Lang!"

Father Xiong snorted and said with a smile: "Zhao Lao Er, you are shameless. You don't want to do things like you, Mrs. Zhao's family, and now you dare to threaten me. Your family is really a good family style. Since a married woman steals her husband's pastry recipe to her natal family, her husband's family Come to the door, since the whole family behaves as it should, we, the Xiong family, dare not take such a tutor and such a lady."

People in Xiaonan Village have long heard that the husband of Xiong Zhuangshan, a Xiong family in Xinghua Village, can make pastries.Many people in Xinghua Village buy pastries from Xiong's house, and they can earn tens of pennies a day if they sell well.For a long time, there were villagers who wanted to go to Xinghua Village to buy some pastries and sell them, but they were afraid that the villagers of Xinghua Village would not let them.

Later, the wife of the Zhao family came back and stayed for three days. The Zhao family learned the art of making pastries. The pastries they made were exactly the same as the ones in Xinghua Village, and the taste was almost the same. The villagers of Xiaonan Village held the mentality of trying. I went out to sell it for a few days, and it was as good as the rumors said, and I could earn dozens of pennies a day.Therefore, they kept silent about the Zhao family's recipe for making cakes, as if they didn't know about it, after all, it was their family's business.

Now that the Xiong family came to the door to break things up, many people thought that it was so.

Father Zhao's family was flushed with embarrassment, and they didn't notice Father Xiong's words at all, only Mrs. Xiong was a little silly.Father Xiong said that he didn't want her anymore, Mrs. Xiong shook her head desperately in her heart, no, the Xiong family wouldn't want her, dare not let her go! If you don't want her, Xiong Dalang can't be called a wife.

Mother Xiong said: "Let me ask you, how will you compensate me for the losses you caused after you sold it for a few days?"

Father Zhao actually denied it and said: "You have no evidence to say that my eldest lady stole your family's prescription. I also said that this prescription was passed down from my family. I didn't take it seriously before, but now I think about it...ah!"

Father Zhao's words were cut off by a machete for slaughtering sheep and cattle.The machete was more than one foot long and three fingers wide, and it cut off Father Zhao's scalp as soon as it touched it. Father Zhao felt his scalp cool down, and when he looked down, half of his long hair fell on the ground.

Looking up, a strong and bloody man glared at him fiercely. The long machete in his hand seemed to be able to chop off at any time.

Zhao Dalang guarded his father behind him and wanted to fight Xiong Zhuangshan.

"you put……"

I saw Xiong Zhuangshan and he lifted Zhao Dalang up like a chicken, and lifted him into the air. Zhao Erlang rushed to rescue his elder brother, holding a wooden stick, feeling very brave, but unfortunately he was kicked away by Xiong Zhuangshan before he could reach him. .Zhao Dalang was lifted up by Xiong Zhuangshan, and after an unknown number of rounds, he smashed at Zhao Erlang who was about to get up.Zhao Erlang coughed fiercely after being hit, almost swallowing his heart, liver, spleen and lungs.

"Smash it!" Xiong Zhuangshan gave an order, father Xiong and Xiong Sanlang smashed everything with sticks, and mother Xiong also smashed the earthen pots, crock pots and steamers on the stove.

Some villagers in Xiaonan Village thought that the Zhao family had someone who could inspire the whole village with pastry making skills, so they wanted to stop it.Xiong Dalang was standing there with a machete in his hand, with the aura of a man who is in charge of everything.

"Xiong Zhuangshan is here, let me see who dares to meddle in other people's business!"

Xiong Zhuangshan! This burly man turned out to be Xiong Zhuangshan, and the people in Xiaonan Village were shocked immediately. It hurts not to kill.If you can't do anything, you can only kill livestock to relieve your addiction. No one dares to go to it, let alone go to it, it will disappear in an instant, and you don't dare to watch the excitement.Just kidding, it's not important to die to watch the excitement!

Xiong Zhuangshan was known for beating women, and none of the women in the Zhao family dared to hit her, Mrs. Xiong was already frightened.

The Zhao family was almost smashed, and Father Xiong led his son back, "Losing money or losing life?"

No one in the Zhao family dared to listen to Father Xiong's loss of life as a scare, and hurriedly said: "Losing money, losing money..."

Father Xiong had never been so arrogant in Zhao's house. He had never bowed his head, and asked Xiong Zhuangshan proudly, "Ah Shan, how much copper?"

"Three taels of silver."

"Three liang of silver, ah! Three liang of silver?" Father Xiong looked at Xiong Zhuangshan to make sure it wasn't his mistake.

"Our family made a profit of more than 200 Wen, and the Zhao family sold more than 2000 Wen for more than ten days, and the remaining [-] Wen was the compensation for our family's mental damage!" Tang Shou said: "Our family was educated by his Zhao Family. Naturally, a good lady who has suffered such a great mental trauma cannot be in vain, and must be compensated."

What the hell is mental damages?And whose spirit has been traumatized, can you figure it out?

But the Zhao family didn't dare to resist and could only accept their fate. Father Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give it."

Tang Shou said: "This pastry is the handicraft of my Xiong family. If your Zhao family dares to use it to make money again, or pass it on to others, and our Xiong family knows, it will not be so easy to talk about next time. .”

It's easy to talk, but it's hard to talk! The Zhao family didn't dare to think about it, let alone give birth to the idea of ​​leaking the prescription.

Stealing chickens won't make you lose rice, and you can't beat foxes to make a show, that's about it.

Satisfied, the Xiong family walked away arrogantly, but Mrs. Xiong seemed to be forgotten by everyone in the Xiong family. Even Xiong Dalang didn't dare to look at her more.The Xiong family and the Zhao family have come to this point, Xiong Dalang really doesn't have the face to ask for anything.

"Da Lang..." Mrs. Xiong called out tremblingly. Xiong Dalang stopped and looked at her in pain.

It was only then that everyone in the Xiong family remembered that there was such a person as Mrs. Xiong.

Mother Xiong said: "Since you are always thinking about your mother's family, then you should stay at your mother's house and see how well your mother, father, brother and sister-in-law can treat you!"

No need to look, Mrs. Xiong knows now that the Zhao family was beaten up like this by the Xiong family. There is nowhere to vent this anger, and it must be blamed on her.My aunt and father loved her when she was not out of the cabinet, but at that time she was not out of the cabinet, and the two younger brothers did not talk about marriage. Now that there are two younger sisters-in-law at home, she, the married eldest sister, is redundant. The right is to live in the natal family.

What Mrs. Xiong didn't want to think about in the past finally figured it out at this moment. What's the use of her mother and father loving her again? She was just a married woman who was forgotten by her two younger brothers and sisters-in-law. Once the incident happened, what kind of embarrassing situation would the mother-in-law face, would it affect the relationship between husband and wife, what would she do if the Xiong family didn't want her?

Even if Yu Chao is tolerant to the woman who was divorced by her husband's family, there is still something to be done, a woman like her who stole the prescription of her mother-in-law's wealth and gave it to her natal family will not get a good face in any house!

Mrs. Xiong covered her face and wailed, regretting that it was too late.

No one in the Zhao family cared about her. In such a cold day, the house was smashed like this, what should I do?

After returning to the village, Mother Xiong wanted to give the money to Xiong Zhuangshan. After all, it was because of Xiong Zhuangshan that the matter went so smoothly. Without him, the villagers in Xiaonan Village would not have let it go.In a sense, it also cut off a source of income for the villagers of Xiaonan Village.

"Auntie, take it back. Since I taught you the pastry skills, it belongs to your family. It is your family who suffered the most damage this time," Tang Shou said.

Xiong Zhuangshan didn't look at the money at all. Mother Xiong knew Erlang's temper, so she should be anxious if she talked too much.

Tang Shou followed Xiong Zhuangshan back home, a little thoughtful, Xiong Zhuangshan asked: "What's wrong?"

"I'm thinking about my fourth sister." Tang Shou blurted out.

"Fourth sister?" Xiong Zhuangshan's tone was suddenly gloomy, his husband was thinking about women!

"No...that's not what it means." Tang Shou hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands in fright, like a puppy who has done something wrong to please its master.

Xiong Zhuangshan stepped forward step by step, every step was like stepping heavily on Tang Shou's chest, his fragile heart trembled in his chest.

"What does that mean?" Xiong Zhuangshan's voice was low, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes fell on Tang Shou's lips, full of desire.

There is a wall behind Tang Shou, and there is no way to retreat, "I... just saw the situation of my sister-in-law at her mother's house and suddenly thought of my fourth sister. Now that the Xiong family is poor and weak, the situation of my fourth sister with her mother-in-law is probably not much better. A married daughter is after all The most pitiful thing is that her husband's family treats her as a foreigner, and her mother's family also treats her as a foreigner, like a rootless duckweed. I wonder if I can help her."

This answer obviously did not satisfy Xiong Zhuangshan, he raised one corner of his mouth and drew a cruel arc.

He said softly: "Fulang, you are still thinking about women." The opposite of Xiong Zhuangshan's tone was his actions, which were rude and violent, and when he was a little short, he carried Tang Shou on his shoulders and smashed into the poor crumbling wooden bed.

"Tang Shou, you are my man in life and my ghost in death, so you can only be my husband. Here, you can only think of me, you know?" Xiong Zhuangshan pressed on Tang Shou violently Movement, one finger pointing to his chest, hot.

"I know... I know."

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