"Ieyasu, let's go, these rural people are too barbaric!"

The woman dragged He Jiakang. She couldn't understand how He Jiakang, who was extremely outstanding in her eyes, suddenly turned into garbage when he got here.

"You say we are barbaric?"

The villagers did not agree upon hearing this, and Da Zhangluo shouted again: "We are barbaric, but we will not abandon our wives and go back to the city to enjoy our happiness!"

"We are barbaric, but we will not abandon our biological daughter!"

After speaking, he pointed at the woman with his hand and said, "Daughter, tell me, who is the savage?"

There were many old women in the village nearby, and they all joined in: "You said that your daughter is quite handsome, but her eyesight is not very good. How can you find someone like He Jiakang who is so cruel and cruel!"

"Ieyasu is not who you say!"

The woman shouted at the top of her lungs: "Ieyasu is a graduate of a prestigious university. He is excellent in character and academics. He has a bright future. It is really not what you say!"

Hey, even the children around them stared at those two people with disdain.

Who says children don't know good and bad? In the world of children, there are only two kinds of people: good people and bad people.

At this time, the old party secretary finally spoke again: "He Jiakang, get out of here quickly. Don't come to Jiapigou in the future. Let's beat him again and again!"

Those who can take the lead in a village must be strong and strong. Otherwise, they will be bullied to death by the surrounding villages.

In recent years, the old branch secretary has gotten a little older and his temper has become much better.

"roll!"

The surrounding villagers also shouted, and the momentum was extremely powerful for a while.

"roll!"

Little Laosi waved his little hand, and the little kids all followed suit, pointing their little fingers at He Jiakang.

Liu Qingshan hugged Shan Xing and looked at it happily: Okay, these little guys have learned how to finger.

Even the two outsiders, Brother Da Fei and Gang Zi, also roared a few times, feeling too happy in their hearts.

When He Jiakang saw that he would not be beaten again, he felt confident. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the nosebleed on his face.

Then he said: "Old party secretary, fellow villagers, when I left, it was not to escape, but to change my destiny by my own ability. Is this wrong?"

"I admit that I have indeed been sorry to Yuzhen and Shanxing in the past few years, but now that I am back, I will make amends to them."

After saying that, he opened the car door, took out a leather bag, and took out a brand new stack of unity.

He Jiakang gently slid his fingers on the coin, and it made a soft squeaking sound. The sound was very tempting, and he even heard the sound of swallowing saliva coming from around him.

"Old party secretary, half of this thousand yuan will be kept by Yuzhen as my compensation for her, and the other half will be divided among the villagers. After all, everyone took good care of me back then. Thank you.

Everyone."

He Jiakang bowed deeply, which made the woman beside him feel sweet in her heart: This is the Ieyasu she is familiar with.

He Jiakang became more and more at ease: "Old party secretary, I came back this time to pick up Shan Xing. She is my daughter. Blood and family ties cannot be blocked by anyone, right?"

He glanced at Liu Qingshan, who was holding Shan Xing, and continued: "Also, please ask the team to open a letter of introduction for me. I want to terminate our engagement with Yuzhen. That is simply a mistake and the fault of that era."

Liu Qingshan was a little impressed by this guy. He could talk about these dirty things so openly. How thick-skinned is this guy?

Seeing that the situation was reversed by He Jiakang, Gao Wenxue rushed over angrily and shouted:

"He Jiakang, don't think that you just want to win people's hearts just because you have some bad money. The crimes you have committed cannot be washed away with money!"

Liu Qingshan wanted to clap for his eldest brother-in-law. After all, he is a writer, so what he said was very good.

He Jiakang looked at Gao Wexue and shook his head: "Wenxue, if you nest in this small ravine, facing the black soil and back to the sky, your life will be completely ruined."

Gao Wenxue pushed up his glasses with his hand angrily: "Even if I am an ordinary farmer all my life, I will always despise you, a guy with a human face and a beast's heart, who is worse than an animal!"

He Jiakang obviously knew Gao Wenxue, and knew that this man was a guy who accepted death, so he turned to the old party secretary: "I'm sorry to bother you."

Everyone's eyes involuntarily focused on the old party secretary, waiting for his choice.

The old party secretary straightened the brim of the blue hat on his head with his hand, and then gently touched the thick stack of banknotes in his hand: "We are so poor in Zipigou——"

A smile appeared on He Jiakang's pig-headed face. He knew that rural people were short-sighted, and if he dropped his thousand yuan, he would definitely knock someone unconscious.

I just heard the old branch secretary continue to say: "We are poor, but we are poor and have the backbone. If I accept your dirty money today, I'm afraid my hands will be dirty!"

With a snap, the stack of banknotes fell heavily on He Jiakang's face, and then scattered and fell downwards.

good!

Liu Qingshan also yelled: "We all have hands and feet. We can make money with our own hands. Even if we make a penny, we can spend it comfortably. Who cares about your unintentional money!"

Yes, I don’t want your dirty money!

Everyone was so angry that they could only pick up the large pieces with their heads raised and their heads raised.

He Jiakang felt somewhat relieved: there were still people who recognized the money.

"Pole!"

The old party secretary yelled, "You are my nephew, don't you slap him in the face? He is a useless piece of shit."

Zhang Gangzi still kept picking up the money, and agreed with a playful smile: "Second uncle, you all say that money stinks, but I thought about it, this money doesn't stink at all. I just finished cleaning up the pig manure, and I haven't finished it yet."

When you wash your hands, just pass this money through your hands."

After saying that, he smiled and handed a handful of money to He Jiakang: "My surname is He, I will return the dirty money to you this time."

you!

He Jiakang was so angry that he was speechless. He could only curse Zhang Gangzi in his heart to be a bachelor for the rest of his life.

At this time, Liu Qingshan walked up to him holding Shan Xing: "He Jiakang, although Shan Xing is your daughter, she is now my sister, so just give up."

"Yes, Shan Xing won't go with you!"

Little Laosi also jumped out and declared sovereignty together.

He Jiakang said with a sullen face: "You are breaking the law. Do you understand that it is illegal? Believe it or not, I will go to the commune police station right now and call the police to arrest you."

He thought Liu Qingshan was a young man and was going to scare him.

Liu Qingshan was not frightened, and he chuckled a few times: "Everyone in the village, young and old, testified about this matter, and the commune police station also knew about it. They also moved Shan Xing's household registration to my family's household registration book."

After hearing the responses from the people around him, Liu Qingshan continued: "Hey, you have the nerve to say it. I still want to sue you. You and Qian Yuzhen are in a de facto marriage. You want to marry me again?"

Marrying someone else is a crime of bigamy, you can try it."

At this time, the old branch secretary nodded repeatedly. Although he didn't know what bigamy was, he had already made up his mind: even if he was killed, he would not give a certificate to this bastard He Jiakang.

Liu Qingshan's words completely hurt He Jiakang, and his face became ferocious: "Okay, you forced me. Since you are not merciful, let's wait and see!"

He still didn't believe it. With his current status and his girlfriend's family background, he couldn't get a divorce certificate whether he went to the commune or the county.

Originally, when he and Qian Yuzhen got married, it was not officially registered.

Having made up his mind, He Jiakang grabbed the banknotes handed over by Zhang Zhanzi and prepared to get in the car.

Beep beep beep, a car horn suddenly sounded from behind, attracting everyone's attention.

Today is also a weird one. In Jiapigou, cars that are rare to see all year come here in large numbers today.

What came was a green jeep, the type known as 212. It drove to the edge of the crowd and stopped.

Two middle-aged men got out of the car, both of them looked very familiar. One of them wore glasses. Liu Qingshan had a vague impression that he must be from a certain unit in the county.

The man glanced at Liu Qingshan, and when he saw Liu Qingshan, his eyes behind the lenses also lit up. He strode up and reached out his hand:

"Comrade Xiao Liu, we meet again. I am Lao Lu from our county cultural center."

The visitor was very enthusiastic and obviously knew Liu Qingshan, a small hero who had just made great contributions to Bishui County.

"Director Lu, hello, hello."

Liu Qingshan remembered that when preparing to participate in the Canton Fair, the cultural center was mainly responsible for publicity and had some contact, but not much, so the impression was not that deep.

After a few words of greeting, Director Lu explained the purpose of his visit: "Xiao Liu, do you have a comrade with a high literary talent in Jiapigou?"

Liu Qingshan nodded: "Yes, he is my eldest brother-in-law."

At the same time, Liu Jinfeng quietly pushed Gao Wenxue, and the latter came over angrily.

Curator Lu immediately beamed with joy, stepped forward to hold Gao Wenxue's hands, and looked him up and down, wondering in his heart: If he hadn't been wearing glasses and looking elegant, would he have thought he was an ordinary farmer?

However, he said enthusiastically: "Comrade Gao Wenxue, I have admired your name for a long time. I have read your masterpieces. You are worthy of being a great writer trained by our Bishui County!"

Gao Wenxue was still angry just now. He frowned and asked stiffly: "What do you want from me?"

This writer’s temper doesn’t seem to be very good, right?

Curator Lu blinked his eyes, and he quickly understood: Writers are the most unique group of people, and they are understandable and comprehensible.

So he cheerfully took out a cardboard card, opened it, held it with both hands solemnly, and handed it to Gao Wenxue:

"Writer Gao, this is an invitation letter from Harvest Magazine to our county cultural center, inviting you to participate in the literary seminar held at the end of the year."

After finishing speaking, he still felt that it was not very exciting, so he added: "The standards of this literary seminar are very high. Even in our province, only one or two big writers have been invited. Writer Gao, can you help us this time?"

Bishui County strives for glory!"
To be continued...