I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 33 A Rat Droppings

Meng Zichen was the first to run over.

He is the eldest great-grandson of Meng Laoda, and was raised by the elderly couple when he was young. Therefore, among all the great-grandsons, Meng Zichen is the most filial.

Although he was poor, he never returned from the city empty-handed. He couldn't afford the expensive things, but he always managed to bring back a few soft and delicious pastries suitable for the elderly to try.

Let's focus on the sentiment behind it.

Moreover, even though he's usually incredibly lazy, he'll still be the first to come and do any chores at his great-grandfather's house.

Therefore, Meng Jiu treated him well.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

Upon entering the gate and seeing the collapsed sheepfold in the yard, Meng Zichen's eyes widened in shock. "How could the sheepfold have collapsed? Where are my great-grandparents?"

What's all the fuss about?

Meng Jiu had just dragged the sheep demon into the kitchen when she said, "They're both alright, yes."

Seeing the nephews and grandnephews arriving one after another, Meng Jiu paused and instructed Meng Zichen, "Go with your uncle and pull the sheep out from under the dam."

Finally, even Meng Shubing and Meng Laoba, who were the furthest away, arrived, but Meng Shulei, the second son of Meng Laoda, who was not far away, had not yet come.

Meng Jiu's face darkened.

At this moment, Meng Shulan had already helped the old lady take a bath and was helping her out of the bathroom.

"Why is everyone here?"

The old lady was overjoyed to see so many of her children and grandchildren in the yard. At her age, having her children eagerly helping with anything at home was something that brought her immense comfort.

"Xiao Jiu, did you crush those two sheep to death? We'll skin them and share them with everyone later."

She didn't raise sheep to sell them; she would raise them until the Lunar New Year and then slaughter them, giving a small share to each family, but it wasn't enough to go around to both ends.

"Okay, go back to your room and go to sleep."

The old lady added, "Don't do it so late at night, clean it up during the day tomorrow."

"You go to sleep, don't worry about the rest."

Meng Shulan escorted the old lady to her bedroom in the main room to sleep. When she came out, her uncle was still engrossed in playing chess with Lin Qingquan.

The two sheep we kept at home had been pulled out, covered in dust and dirt. The bloodstains that had been flowing from their eyes, mouths, and ears were now covered by the dust, making them look as if they had been crushed to death.

With many hands making light work, the collapsed sheepfold was cleared away in no time. The intact bricks were neatly stacked at the base of the wall, while the broken and unusable bricks were piled up at the collapsed courtyard wall to temporarily block the gap, to be rebuilt with mud the next day.

"Auntie, how exactly did the sheepfold at Great-Grandpa's house collapse?"

Meng Ziyang had also arrived with his father and grandfather earlier. The boy was clever and didn't say anything at first, but he followed Meng Qi's gaze and quietly turned to the kitchen. When he saw a sheep lying inside, he was startled.

First, this sheep looks different from ordinary sheep. Second, he knew that his great-grandmother only raised two sheep, since she would sometimes go with Mengqi to the fields to cut some grass to feed them.

So when he suddenly saw a third sheep in the kitchen, he seemed to realize something, and his eyes widened abruptly, "Could it be..."

"How could the sheepfold have collapsed in the middle of the night?"

Before Meng Ziyang could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an old man who came in from the door.

Meng Shubing turned around and sneered, "Second Brother, you've come at just the right time. You finished your work and arrived just in time."

"Didn't I already go to sleep?"

"You went to bed early, it was only eight o'clock?" Meng Shulei replied sheepishly, a little guilty, "I wasn't feeling well today, so I went to bed early."

Meng Shubing snorted and turned to help Meng Zichen push the last pile of rubble over the wall.

"Uncle, how did the sheepfold collapse?"

While casually asking about the sheepfold, Meng Shulei's eyes were fixed on the two sheep.

"I also want to know why the sheepfold collapsed, and why the back wall was the first to collapse. Second brother, why don't you tell me?"

Meng Shulei was taken aback, and then looked up at Meng Jiu standing in the courtyard.

This uncle, who was only two years older than him and had grown up with him since childhood, was looking at him calmly with a serene expression.

Meng Shulei lowered her head and whispered, "I...I don't know."

The Meng family is large and united, but this refers to the majority; inevitably, there will be a few who harbor dissenting thoughts.

For example, the second son, Meng Shulei.

He used to be alright, and he had a good relationship with the rest of the Meng family. But ever since his wife passed away from illness ten years ago, he married a widow in her thirties from the next village in less than six months. He treated her like a treasure and became selfish and greedy.

That's fine, but the real problem is that he keeps coming to his parents' place to take advantage of them.

Two elderly people in their eighties, and instead of giving them money for their old age, you take advantage of them. Where is your shame?
It's only because the old lady is so easygoing that she doesn't hold a grudge against the couple; any other elderly person would probably have been furious long ago.

Meng Jiu used to ignore him. He's not a child. He's shameless. Do you expect him to put his face on for him?

But today he's going to settle things with him.

"Last month, your pig gave birth to piglets. You were afraid they would be stolen at night, so you put them in your parents' sheep pen. After that, they made two big holes. Tell me how you fixed them?"

"I"

Meng Shulei opened his mouth, wanting to say that he could just fill in the gap, but then he thought of the hole that two adults could squeeze in and out of, and he couldn't say anything.

"Thank goodness your mother didn't go in when it collapsed, otherwise I would have beaten you to death today."

Upon hearing Meng Jiu's last words, Meng Shulei couldn't help but shudder and involuntarily took a step back.

He had no doubt about his uncle's words. Everyone said that the thirteenth brother was ruthless in fighting, but could he be more ruthless than his uncle?
When I was young, a scoundrel from the next village harassed my seventh aunt. In the end, my uncle beat him so badly that his arms and legs were broken, and he was bedridden for more than half a year before he could get out of bed.

Don't think he'll go easy on you just because he's his nephew. No, that's impossible.

Of the thirteen brothers, only his eldest brother was spared from being beaten by his uncle. The others, including himself, had all been beaten to varying degrees by him.

Those punches were incredibly painful.

"Look at you, you coward!"

Meng Jiu glanced at Meng Shulei and scoffed, "I'm giving you face by not touching you, but you'll have to pay for your mother's sheep pen repairs."

Upon hearing that he should pay, Meng Shulei immediately became unhappy. However, before he could speak, Meng Jiu said, "Don't fucking tell me you don't have money. Don't think I don't know that the money Yanping, Yanliang, and Zixiao give to your parents during holidays has all been taken by you. Is that money meant for you? How dare you ask for it?"

The other members of the Meng family standing in the courtyard were unaware of this matter. Upon hearing it, they were all stunned, and then they all looked at Meng Shulei with disdain.

Their second brother/second uncle/second grandfather is truly shameless!
Regardless of whose idea it was, even if it was the widow's, he was the one who did it, wasn't he?
Where is his brain?

See you tomorrow!

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