Era: My backyard is the garbage dump of the universe

Chapter 497 We Are Always a Family
The Hulu Brick Factory in Yucheng is more than 600 kilometers away from the Huaishu Production Team. Even if it is not raining or snowing, it takes more than ten hours to drive there.

It’s not that Liu Qingsong’s driving skills are bad, but that except for nearly 200 kilometers of national highways, the rest of the more than 600 kilometers are all country roads that are very difficult to drive on.

The country road is bumpy and makes people drowsy.

But Liu Huagen was not sleepy at all. While smoking his pipe, he couldn't help but ask Liu Qingsong worriedly: "You have been driving for more than six hours straight. Can you still hold on?"

"If we can't stand it, let's find a hotel to rest. Anyway, there are still two days before the agreed payment date."

"I'm fine. I can handle it." Liu Qingsong gave Liu Huagen a smile, but the fatigue in his eyes could not be concealed in any way: "I can hold on to drive to Hulu Brick Factory."

"Okay!" Liu Huagen nodded guiltily.

Liu Hualei and Liu Huasheng didn't say anything either, but they knew that Liu Qingsong must be extremely tired after driving for so long.

If they knew how to drive, they would have replaced Liu Qingsong long ago.

"Qingsong, thank you." Liu Huagen suddenly said with a sob.

"Ah?" Liu Qingsong was puzzled.

We are all family, why should we just say thank you?

"I thought you wouldn't agree to help Qingxu after Tang scolded your parents at the dinner table!" Liu Huagen explained, with hot tears sliding down his wrinkled face: "Who would have thought... Who would have thought you would let bygones be bygones..."

Speaking of which.

Liu Huagen cried and couldn't say any more.

"Uncle, I don't like what you said." Liu Qingsong sighed, "Tang is Tang. No matter how much she scolds my parents, you are still my uncle! Qingxu is still my brother."

"I still remember the time when my parents were in jail and you secretly sent sweet potatoes and salt to my house!"

"If it weren't for your care for me and the help from my cousins, Qinglong, Qingshi and I would have starved to death long ago."

"So, you don't need to blame yourself for what Tang said about my parents. Just know that we will always be a family in this life."

"Yeah, yeah." Liu Huagen nodded repeatedly, then burst into tears with emotion.

At the same time, I couldn't understand why Liu Qingsong was so sensible, but his son Qingxu was still like a child and hadn't grown up.

If he had grown up and matured mentally, he would not have been led by the nose by Tang's family and ended up with such a miserable ending.

"Brother, don't cry." Liu Hualei felt bad looking at Liu Huagen's expression: "Don't worry, if Qingxu's problem can be solved with money, then it won't be a problem."

"Yes! Yes!" Liu Huasheng agreed.

I thought I could persuade Liu Huagen, but Liu Huagen cried even louder, and even when his voice became hoarse, he showed no sign of stopping.

"No..." Liu Hualei and Liu Huasheng looked at each other.

Why did she cry even more sadly?

Liu Qingsong glanced at Liu Huagen through the rearview mirror and said, "Dad, if you can't speak, then don't speak. Go to sleep with Uncle San. I'll wake you up when we get to Hulu Brick Factory."

"Why can't I speak?" Liu Hualei was puzzled.

Liu Huasheng also looked at Liu Qingsong in confusion.

"You are rich now, and you can say that problems that can be solved with money are not problems. But can your uncle say that? He needs to pay back the money he borrowed from relatives and friends today." Liu Qingsong reminded.

As soon as these words came out.

Liu Hualei and Liu Huasheng were both silent.

Only then did they realize that they had really said the wrong thing just now.

After all, for ordinary people, even if they borrowed a few thousand yuan, it was a huge sum of money in the 1980s, not to mention that this time Qingxu hit someone and his elder brother helped him borrow more than 20,000 yuan.

If you want this, please.

I'm afraid I'll have to tighten my belt in the next few years.

Otherwise, I may not be able to pay off the debt in this lifetime just by farming.

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At 3:30 in the afternoon, Liu Qingsong and Wang Kuiwu took turns driving a military jeep and finally arrived at the gate of Hulu Brick Factory after a bumpy journey.

There were several young men with sticks patrolling at the gate. When they saw a strange military jeep parked in the open space at the gate, they sent someone to report the news while they surrounded it with sticks.

One of the skinny young men with scars on his face approached, bent down, and knocked on the driver's window: "What are you doing? Why are you parked in front of the brick factory?"

"We are here to redeem someone." Liu Qingsong opened the car door and walked out. He took out a cigarette, lit it and took a puff: "Where is my cousin?"

"He's fine!" When the skinny young man heard that they were here to redeem someone, he immediately relaxed: "Wait, I'll go tell my boss."

"Okay!" Liu Qingsong nodded and leaned against the front of the car to smoke.

The skinny young men in the car, including Liu Huagen, Liu Hualei, Liu Huasheng, and Wang Kuiwu, walked away before they got out of the military jeep one after another.

"Qingsong, why do I feel that this brick factory is a little fishy?" Wang Kuiwu couldn't help but ask in a low voice after taking a look at the surrounding environment.

"I feel the same way." Liu Qingsong smiled and handed Wang Kuiwu a cigarette, then gave the rest to Liu Hualei: "But don't worry, there are so many of us here today, and we have brought enough money. The brick factory won't dare to do anything to us."

As for more words, he didn't say much, because now Liu Qingxu has not been redeemed, it would be inappropriate to say too much.

"That's right." Wang Kuiwu nodded, then smoked a cigarette and stood beside the military jeep with Liu Qingsong and waited.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, I saw the skinny young man and a burly middle-aged man walking out of the gate of Hulu Brick Factory.

This middle-aged man had tattoos on his neck and arms. There was some coldness in his eyes as he looked at Liu Qingsong, Liu Hualei, Liu Huagen, Liu Huasheng and Wang Kuiwu.

However, after seeing the military jeep, his coldness subsided and was replaced by a false seriousness: "Which one of you is Liu Qingxu's father?"

"It's me." Liu Huagen stood up.

"Did you bring the money?" asked the tattooed middle-aged man.

"I brought it." Liu Huagen patted the bulging briefcase on his body.

"Give it to me then!" The tattooed middle-aged man stretched out his right hand.

"Wait." Liu Qingsong knocked off the middle-aged man's right hand: "We have brought the money, but where is my cousin?"

"And there's a big truck. Don't tell me you gave me the money but not the truck." Wang Kuiwu added in a low voice.

"He's a fine guy!" The tattooed middle-aged man sneered and clapped his hands. Then dozens of brick factory workers brought out the bruised and swollen Liu Qingxu, Tang, and Tang's brothers, sisters and parents.

"Dad!" Liu Qingxu couldn't help crying after seeing Liu Huagen.

Although Tang was somewhat excited, she did not dare to look at Liu Huagen, let alone say hello.

The reason for this is obviously because he has done something wrong.

Although Liu Huagen noticed it, he didn't do anything about it. Instead, he said to Liu Qingxu in a hoarse voice: "Don't be afraid, I've brought the money. We can go home later."

"There are also trucks, we have to drive back too." Wang Kuiwu added.

He said this very loudly so that everyone present could hear it.

The tattooed middle-aged man could naturally understand what Wang Kuiwu meant. He smiled and said, "As long as you give me the agreed money, I will return the truck and the man to you."

"Here is 30,000 yuan, count it." Liu Huagen handed the briefcase to the tattooed middle-aged man.

"I will definitely count it." The tattooed middle-aged man smiled proudly, then took the briefcase and counted the money in front of everyone.

After confirming that everything was correct, he ordered his men to release Liu Qingxu, Tang and others.

"Where is the truck?" Wang Kuiwu asked.

"Follow me." The tattooed middle-aged man tucked the briefcase under his armpit, then took Wang Kuiwu and Liu Qingsong into the Hulu Brick Factory.

Liu Huasheng and Liu Hualei wanted to follow, but Liu Qingsong stopped them with his eyes.

After all, if the tattooed middle-aged man really wants his men to do something, my father and my third uncle won't be able to help at all, and it will only make things worse.

The three of them walked and stopped among the red bricks stacked in the brick factory. After a few minutes, they arrived at the location of the Dongfeng truck.

But what Wang Kuiwu didn't expect was that the four wheels of the bus were gone and had all been replaced by red bricks.

"No... Where's the tire?" Wang Kuiwu was stunned at first, then he couldn't help but angrily asked the tattooed middle-aged man. "I don't know!" The tattooed middle-aged man laughed, with a teasing smile on his face: "This truck hit someone, isn't it normal for the family to remove the tire?"

"You!" Wang Kuiwu gritted his teeth in anger.

"Brother-in-law." Liu Qingsong stretched out his hand to stop Wang Kuiwu: "Leave the rest to me! I will take care of it."

"Okay!" Wang Kuiwu knew Liu Qingsong's abilities. After taking a look at the tattooed middle-aged man, he retreated behind Liu Qingsong.

"Tell me! How much money do you want to return the four wheels of the truck to me?" Liu Qingsong saw a dozen brick factory workers surrounding him with sticks in their hands, and asked the tattooed middle-aged man with a smile.

"One wheel is one thousand, and four wheels are eight thousand." The tattooed middle-aged man laughed, and looked very proud.

It seemed as if Liu Qingsong and Wang Kuiwu were like meat on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered at will.

"Okay! Install the wheels for me first." Liu Qingsong agreed readily.

After everything is loaded and the car is driven out of the brick factory, that will be his home court. Now, he might as well let this stupid middle-aged man in front of him show off for a while.

"Can't you just give me the money first?" The tattooed middle-aged man was worried that Liu Qingsong didn't have so much money on him, so he couldn't help but ask.

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"With so many people here, are you still afraid that I will run away?" Liu Qingsong guessed what the tattooed middle-aged man was thinking, smiled and asked with his hands in his pockets.

"Hmph! Would I be afraid of a young boy like you?" The tattooed middle-aged man waved his hand and asked his men to roll the four wheels of the truck over, and then arranged for people to install them.

Look how skilled they are.

I'm afraid there has been a lot of extortion like this.

But Liu Qingsong was not angry, but waited calmly by the side.

After the tire was installed and confirmed to be ready to drive away, he walked up to the tattooed middle-aged man and asked, "Are you the owner of this brick factory?"

"Yes." The tattooed middle-aged man admitted it without hesitation.

"Then I'll give you a chance. Kneel down and call me grandpa right now. I will spare your life today. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." Liu Qingsong stopped pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, and he also lost his patience.

"What did you say?" The tattooed middle-aged man thought he had misheard. He was stunned and then burst into laughter, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow buck teeth.

"Hahahaha..." The other brick factory workers around also laughed out loud, and some even thought it was the best joke they had heard this year.

Liu Qingsong also smiled, and suddenly turned around and slapped the tattooed middle-aged man.

With a loud bang, the tattooed middle-aged man was knocked flying and smashed into the brick pile opposite.

The bricks were wet and had not been dried yet, so apart from a swollen cheek and a few teeth flying out, the tattooed middle-aged man was not seriously injured, at least he was not dead.

But the dozen or so brick factory workers around were in a panic. After they came to their senses, they rushed towards Liu Qingsong, howling.

"Qingsong, be careful." Wang Kuiwu shouted worriedly, and at the same time bent down to pick up the broken bricks on the ground.

"Don't worry, brother-in-law." Liu Qingsong saw a carrying pole on the pile of red bricks nearby, so he reached out to take it and threw it at the dozen or so brick factory workers who were rushing over.

In order to avoid killing anyone, he deliberately used only one ten-thousandth of his strength.

However, even this one-tenth of the force was enough to break the arm of a brick factory worker, sending him flying.

The tattooed middle-aged man, Wang Kuiwu, and other brick factory workers who arrived were all stunned. The timid ones even collapsed on the ground in fear.

But Liu Qingsong did not stop, instead he came to the tattooed middle-aged man with a carrying pole and said, "I'm a little curious, as the owner of a brick factory you're already making a lot of money, why do you want to make money by extorting drivers from other places?"

"I... I don't know what you are talking about?" The tattooed middle-aged man trembled and wanted to run, but his legs were out of control.

"Really? Then let me warn you." Liu Qingsong carried the pole on his shoulders and looked at the tattooed middle-aged man coldly: "If I remember correctly, my cousin didn't hit anyone at all. You seized the car on the grounds that he killed his pet, Da Huang, and then asked my uncle for a huge compensation of 30,000 yuan, right?"

"I...I didn't." The tattooed middle-aged man denied it flatly.

He's not stupid, if he admits it.

According to relevant laws, you will spend the rest of your life in prison.

"No?" Liu Qingsong sneered: "Brother-in-law, go call Qingxu over."

He just didn't believe it. With Liu Qingxu present, the tattooed middle-aged man dared to lie and deny.

"Okay!" Wang Kuiwu did as he was told.

But before he had walked two meters, he was blocked by a dozen brick factory workers.

These brick factory workers were all dressed in bright clothes, holding iron bars and machetes in their hands. It was obvious at first glance that they were not regular brick factory workers, but thugs hired by the tattooed middle-aged man.

Liu Qingsong took a look and said in a low voice: "If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

None of the dozen or so brick factory workers left, but some were already starting to feel uneasy.

After all, they had seen Liu Qingsong breaking someone's arm with a carrying pole just now.

"You're not going to leave, right?" Liu Qingsong raised the carrying pole.

More than a dozen brick factory workers were so scared that they turned around and ran away almost at the same time, each one running faster than a rabbit.

Seeing this, the tattooed middle-aged man knelt on the ground with a sad face, "Brother, brother... I was wrong this time. I shouldn't have blackmailed your cousin for money. Since we are all in the same business, can you forgive me this time?"

"Who the hell is in the same gang as you?" Liu Qingsong raised his hand and slapped the tattooed middle-aged man in the face: "A person like you is worthy of being called a gangster?"

This is the truth. The more successful one is in the underworld, the less likely he is to do such shameless things.

"I... I don't deserve it." The tattooed middle-aged man replied, covering his swollen face.

"Brother-in-law." Liu Qingsong didn't waste any more time talking to the tattooed middle-aged man. Instead, he turned to look at Wang Kuiwu and said, "Drive the truck out of the brick factory. If anyone dares to stop you, you'll kill him."

"Okay!" Wang Kuiwu knew that Liu Qingsong was not joking, so he got into the truck's cab and drove towards the brick factory gate.

On the way, several young people who were not smart enough wanted to stop the truck, but they were all scared away by the truck's momentum of not slowing down.

Liu Qingsong waited for the truck to drive out of the brick factory gate and kicked the tattoo middleman in the knee.

This time he didn't hold back and directly kicked the tattooed middle-aged man's knee, breaking it.

Seeing that the tattooed middle-aged man fainted from the pain, Liu Qingsong did not do anything to help him, but turned and walked towards the entrance of the brick factory.

Before he got there, the cell phone in his space backpack suddenly rang.

I took it out and looked at the number, and it turned out to be Li Fenfen calling.

Liu Qingsong did not avoid suspicion, but directly pressed the answer button: "Hello, what's the matter?"

Li Fenfen: "Qingsong, don't leave for now. Go to the Nanzhu greenhouse southeast of the brick factory to rescue people. There are a dozen children captured by Hu Jiannan being held there."

Hu Jiannan.

I'm talking about the middle-aged man with tattoos, the owner of a brick factory.

Liu Qingsong: “What?”

Li Fenfen: "Really? I saw it through a tracking mirror and a satellite."

Liu Qingsong hung up the phone, turned around with a gloomy face and walked towards the Nanzhu greenhouse southeast of the brick factory.

Hu Jiannan has woken up and is being carried onto a stretcher by two of his younger brothers.

When he saw Liu Qingsong coming back, he was so scared that he pretended to be dead and lay on the stretcher.

But Liu Qingsong did not intend to let Hu Jiannan go. He picked up the iron rod scattered on the ground and hit him hard: "I thought you were just blackmailing the long-winded out-of-town drivers, but I didn't expect you to be involved in the dirty business of human trafficking. If you don't die today, it will be unforgivable."

"I didn't!" Hu Jiannan was hit so hard that he cried and begged for mercy.

But Liu Qingsong showed no mercy. He knocked Hu Jiannan unconscious before he dropped the iron rod in his hand and walked quickly towards the Nanzhu greenhouse southeast of the brick factory.

Because the brutality just now was witnessed by all the workers in the brick factory, no one dared to come out to stop it.

But this does not mean that no one will shoot from behind. On a big tree southwest of the brick factory, a young man hiding was aiming at Liu Qingsong with a shotgun and then pulled the trigger.

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(End of this chapter)