Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 865

"Besides, I chatted with your old man earlier, and he said that you don't have spring sowing at all. What kind of millet did you harvest? Huh?"

Faced with Huang Laojiu's questioning, Yang Huaming became even more flustered.

"Well... I don't have it in my family, but my brother's family has it. I will help them harvest it!"

"And my father-in-law..."

"Yang Huaming, you, mother, stop talking nonsense to me!"

Huang Laojiu grew impatient and growled.

Yang Huaming drooped his shoulders, not daring to speak.

Huang Laojiu looked at Yang Huaming with a sneer: "To tell you the truth, Brother Bao sent me to urge you to go back this trip. Are you going to come back with me?"

Yang Huaming was in a hurry.

Stepping back, he carefully explained: "Well, I, I will definitely go back, but right now there are still some things to do at home..."

"By the way, there is a man named Chen Dazhi in our village. I have already agreed with him. When will I go later, I will take him with me..."

"Brother Nine, if you're tired, please give me some good words with Brother Bao, and let me slow down for a few more days? I beg you..."

Huang Laojiu didn't speak, but looked at Yang Huaming with a gloomy face.

Huang Laojiu is not stupid, he can see that Yang Huaming is using this as an excuse.

He didn't want to go back.

not going back?

"hey-hey……"

Huang Laojiu suddenly gave a dry laugh.

Laughing so that Yang Huaming was confused.

He took a step closer to Yang Huaming: "Since brother Huaming is in trouble, Brother Ninth, I will help you!"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Laojiu suddenly had a knife in his hand.

"Aren't you going back? Then you never go back!"

The knife slashed down on Yang Huaming's neck.

Yang Huaming only felt a cold light flash in front of his eyes, and behind the cold light was Huang Laojiu's ferocious face.

"what!"

Yang Huaming screamed, but he forgot to dodge.

Just when he thought he was sure to die, a gust of wind blew over.

Huang Laojiu was kicked flying, and the knife in his hand fell to Yang Huaming's feet with a bang.

He jumped up in fright.

And beside the ears, there was the sound of fists hitting the flesh.

He turned his head to look in horror, only to see Huang Laojiu lying on the ground.

A figure stood beside Huang Laojiu, punching him.

It's Qinger!

"Say, who are you? Why did you want to kill my fourth uncle?"

Yang Ruoqing stepped on Huang Laojiu's chest and asked in a deep voice.

Huang Laojiu was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was panting heavily.

Facing Yang Ruoqing's questioning, he ignored it.

But he raised his head vigorously, and his eyes fell on the trembling Yang Huaming beside Yang Ruoqing.

"Yang Huaming, don't, don't think you can escape!"

"They, they won't, let you go..."

Huang Laojiu grinned grimly and said word by word.

The blood all over his body was pouring into the eyeballs, and the eyeballs were blood red.

Smiling wildly and ferociously.

Seeing Yang Huaming's calf tremble, he almost collapsed.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing increased the strength of her feet, and wanted to press for something.

"puff!"

Huang Laojiu's jaw moved suddenly, as if something had been bitten through his mouth.

A stream of thick black blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were wide open, the sockets were covered with whites, and his facial features were twisted together in pain.

After the body twitched violently a few times.

'Boom! '

He looked up and fell down.

"what!"

Yang Huaming couldn't bear it anymore, and fell to the ground, dripping urine, soaking the ground on his body.

Yang Ruoqing didn't bother to talk to Yang Huaming, she bent down and poked under Huang Laojiu's nose.

Don't be mad!

She opened his jaw again and looked into his mouth.

A pair of beautiful eyebrows frowned.

She turned around, her cold gaze fell on Yang Huaming.

At this moment, Yang Huaming's face was pale with fright.

Sitting on the ground, staring straight at Huang Laojiu on the ground, his whole body was trembling like a sieve through rice.

"Tell me, what's going on!"

She looked at Yang Huaming who was sitting stiff on the ground with a cold face.

Yang Huaming still looked like he hadn't recovered.

Yang Ruoqing frowned, leaned over and slapped Yang Huaming directly on the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp applause finally brought Yang Huaming back to his senses.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything!"

He spoke incoherently, struggling to get up and run.

However, he slipped and fell back again.

This time, he fell directly on Huang Laojiu's body, almost touching Huang Laojiu's face.

"Ah! Ah!"

Yang Huaming was so frightened as to get an electric shock, he quickly backed away.

Yang Ruoqing stood in front of him and looked down at him.

"Fourth Uncle, did you understand what Huang Laojiu said just before he died?"

she asked him.

"He said that you will end up like him, and you will not escape death."

"It's all up to this point. If you don't tell fourth uncle, if you still want to hide it, I won't force you."

"What happened, you take care of yourself."

"However, I have to warn you, the next time your friends from outside come to the village to look for you, don't take it from my house again!"

Just now she checked Huang Laojiu's mouth.

Obviously, Huang Laojiu hid poison in his mouth.

Before she could torture her, he bit the poison and died.

This behavior made Yang Ruoqing cautious.

Only those organizations that have undergone special training will design such suicide tactics among their core members.

This kind of method is very profound, and it is not available to ordinary organizations.

The purpose is to block the internal secrets of the organization.

The cruelty of the organization can also be seen.

Behind this Huang Laojiu, there must be an organizational force that cannot be underestimated.

And Yang Huaming, who provoked this organization, is in danger!

After saying this, she turned around and made a gesture to leave.

Someone hugged his ankle, and he knew who it was without looking.

Yang Huaming hugged her ankle, crying bitterly.

"Qing'er, don't leave, help fourth uncle, please..."

"I said, I said, I said everything!"

"Please, help fourth uncle..."

Yang Ruoqing sighed secretly and turned around.

"The top priority is to dispose of the corpse first. Do you want the whole village to know about it here?"

After being reminded by Yang Ruoqing, Yang Huaming came to his senses.

Yang Huaming was sent back to drive Huang Laojiu's carriage over, and the uncle and nephew worked together to get Huang Laojiu's body into the carriage.

Then go straight along the main road, and finally bury Huang Laojiu's body on the bank of a river two miles away.

He whipped the horse hard on the buttocks.

Startled by pain, the horse neighed, and Sa Yazi rushed out.

Gone in the blink of an eye.

Yang Huaming sat on the edge of the river beach in a state of collapse, panting heavily, as if he was still in shock.

Yang Ruoqing stood aside, looking at him coldly.

"Tell me, fourth uncle, what are you doing outside? Why did you invite death?" she asked.

When asked about this, Yang Huaming lowered his head.

(End of this chapter)