Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

After the punch, Wang Tiedan still didn't understand his hatred, and slapped him again.

"pia pia pia"

Even though Wang Tiedan is just a primary school student, he is only about ten years old.

He looks like a calf, over one meter tall, and his arms are as thick as a small tree trunk.

Wang Weidong is a little curious. In this day and age, he can raise such a strong child. What does his family do?

Mrs. Jia Zhang was taking painkillers all day long, and her body was already weak. She was no match for the calf.

With just two slaps, she was so beaten that she couldn't find her north or south.

"Teacher Ran is so good, but you still dare to scold her, I'll kick you to death!"

Wang Tiedan was still angry after being slapped, so he kicked Jia and Zhang twice hard.

Jia Zhang could only cover her legs and scream repeatedly.

Qin Huairu saw Jia Zhang being beaten and quickly asked Teacher Ran for help.

Teacher Ran was furious and ignored her.

"Wang Weidong, we live in the same compound, and you still don't help us open it!" Qin Huairu shouted to Wang Weidong.

Wang Weidong smiled proudly, picked up a handful of melon seeds, and continued to crack them.

"Well, these melon seeds are so fragrant."

Banggeng squatted on the ground and watched Jia Zhang being beaten, his face expressionless.

Qin Huairu could only smooth her sleeves and go up to pull Wang Tiedan.

When Jia Zhang saw Qin Huairu coming to help, she shouted viciously: "Qin Huairu, beat this little thief to death!"

The three of them got into a mess.

His two fists were no match for his four-handed opponent. Seeing that Wang Tiedan was obviously no match for the two, Wang Weidong could only put the melon seeds in his pocket again, preparing to go up and give a blow.

"boom!"

The door was kicked open.

A bright light cut through the air, roared, and rushed towards Jia Zhang.

Jia Zhang subconsciously dodged.

"Crack!" A butcher's knife flew past her cheek and penetrated straight into the desk behind her.

The handle of the knife trembled and buzzed.

Everyone was frightened, and Wang Weidong also raised his head and looked at the door.

A tall man walked in with an angry look on his face.

He had a fat head and big ears, a shiny bald head, and a fleshy face. His shiny black cotton-padded jacket was stained with bright red blood stains.

From far away, Wang Weidong could smell a fishy smell.

"Who dares to touch my iron eggs? I don't want to live anymore!" The bald man strode into the room, stretched out his big oil-stained hands, picked up Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu like chickens, and threw them aside.

He pulled Wang Tiedan up, patted the dust off Wang Tiedan's body, and said with a doting look on his face: "Don't be afraid, Tiedan, dad is here!"

I'm afraid... Baldhead didn't see how badly his son beat Mr. Jia Zhang just now.

Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu, who were thrown aside, looked at the bald man and felt a little scared. They shrank their necks and did not dare to say a word.

Teacher Ran stepped forward and said with a smile: "Are you the parent of classmate Wang Tiedan?"

"Yes, I, Wang Gangzhu, raise and butcher pigs in Nanshi Commune." The bald man smiled shyly and rubbed his bald head with his big hands, feeling a little proud.

It turned out that he was a butcher who slaughtered pigs. No wonder he could raise his son like a calf. Wang Weidong knew it.

"You must be Mr. Ran. Thank you for taking care of my iron-clad family."

The bald man said as he pulled out a half-foot-long pig tail from his cotton-padded jacket.

Passing it to Teacher Ran, he said with an honest face: "Mr. Ran, I don't have anything good at home. I just have some pig offal. This pig tail, I'll take it back to make soup. It's a great supplement. Don't dislike it."

The pig's tail is covered with short black hairs, and the wound is still bloody. At this moment, Wang Gangzhu is holding it in his hand, like a long insect with its head cut off.

Wang Weidong felt uncomfortable looking at it, but Ran Qiuye's eyes shone, and he reached out to take it, carefully putting it into his cloth pocket.

Wang Weidong was surprised at first, but then he thought about it: these days, we don't eat meat very often throughout the year, and pig tails are more precious than bird's nests in later generations.

It’s not surprising that intellectual Ran Qiuye also wants to eat.

"Mr. Ran, did our iron man get into trouble at school? Don't worry, I will fix him properly when I get back!" the bald man said angrily.

Teacher Ran smiled and said: "It's not Tiedan's fault, it's..."

Teacher Ran explained everything in detail.

The bald man's face suddenly darkened, and he turned to look at Qin Huairu and Jia Zhang. His eyes were as wide as bells, and he grinned widely, revealing teeth that were blackened and greasy by tobacco smoke.

"What do you think we should do about this?"

"What should we do?" Jia Zhang was naturally a little afraid of this big man and took a step back.

Qin Huairu stood up, puffed out her chest, and said angrily: "What should we do? Your child beat my little boy like this, and also beat my mother."

"You also used a butcher knife to commit murder. Report it to the police station and you will be arrested."

As she said that, she frowned, made some calculations, and looked like she had suffered a big loss: "Well, you pay us 5 pounds of pork, and the matter will be settled."

"What? Five pounds of pork?" The bald man stared at Qin Huairu as if he were a fool.

He picked up the butcher's knife and sneered: "You know that I am a butcher and it is normal to carry a butcher's knife with me, right?"

"When I was at the door, I heard a big fat white pig inside the house, grunting, and I thought it was the pig from the commune that came here."

"Accidentally, the butcher's knife came out of my hand."

As he said that, he stared at Qin Huairu and said fiercely: "Can you blame me?"

Don't tell me, Jia Zhang is really fat and has big ears, just like a big white pig.

But this reason is too ridiculous... Wang Weidong couldn't help but applaud.

It seems that this Wang Gangzhu is not as honest and honest as he seems on the surface, and he must be a wicked person.

Evil person versus evil person, now there is a good show.

"You...you..." Qin Huairu was so angry that she couldn't speak for a while.

Mrs. Jia Zhang mustered up her courage, stood up, and curled her lips: "Then it was a misunderstanding that your child beat the stick?"

"That's because he stole something! If he steals something, he deserves to be beaten. He deserves to be beaten to death!" The bald man looked fierce.

"Isn't it just a few stationery items? Do you need to kill them?" After Jia Zhang finished speaking, she suddenly slapped her head, as if she remembered something.

Staring at Teacher Ran: "You little girl, why don't you give me a new pencil for my boss?"

She had just asked clearly that many students in the class were given new pencils, new notebooks, and new erasers, but not sticks.

Teacher Ran said with a straight face: "This is what the donor means. People say that only children from poor families can receive donations."

"Poor family? My family is not poor enough? I have three children, only a dozen yuan a month, and a man to support." Qin Huairu's eyes filled with tears, and she instantly transformed into a sad drama girl.

If Mrs. Jia and Zhang weren't standing next to her, she would still blame her mother-in-law.

Teacher Ran said angrily: "I don't have the final say whether a family is poor, nor you. We have regulations here. Only families with a monthly per capita income of less than five yuan are considered poor."

Qin Huairu works in a factory and earns a monthly salary of fifteen yuan, plus the factory's monthly disability subsidy to Jia Xudong. Of course, she cannot be considered a poor household.

Of course, Qin Huairu had never seen this disability benefit that Jia Zhang held in her hands.

Wang Weidong had already checked the regulations on poor families before donating, and he would have known this.

I sneered in my heart, even if my things were thrown into the water, they wouldn't be cheap to Bangge, a white-eyed wolf.

"What about this fat...eldest brother? His children eat so much that they can be considered a poor family." Qin Huairu stared and asked.

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