The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

"Let go of me! Let me go!" the village director yelled hysterically, "My daughter has been ruined by these beasts in her entire life. I must kill them, or else I'm sorry for the dead child!"

"I know, I know, but you think about what Xiaohua will do! If you have something, what will Xiaohua do!" the county leader persuaded.

If he doesn't persuade him, this is the village under his jurisdiction. He had just started, and such a thing happened, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

If this happens again, the cadre he will not even think about doing it.

Sure enough, when Xiao Hua was mentioned, it worked.

The village director regained some sanity a bit, and finally the shovel did not fall on Qin Hong's head, but slapped it on his stomach fiercely.

"Ah! My little flower! My girl!" The village director cried bitterly and slumped on the ground. "It's all retribution, all retribution... You bullied my little flower, I'm still talking for you, all It's retribution..."

The county leader sighed quietly. He could understand the feelings of the village director. His family is also a daughter, and if his daughter is ruined in this way, he is afraid that he will do something more extraordinary than these.

It was precisely because he could understand that he didn't come out to stop the village director from the beginning.

After the village director vented his anger and punished the beasts to a certain extent, he came forward to stop it.

Mother Qin was also rubbed on the ground, and saw that her precious son, the son and grandson of Qin Hong, the only seedling in the old Qin family, was cut off by the village director.

Immediately unable to withstand the blow, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

Father Qin on the side is not much better.

The whole person was stunned, apparently frightened by the previous lightning strike. At this moment, seeing the tragic situation of his son again, he lost his mind, and said in his mouth, "God forgive me... forgive me... …I shouldn’t steal Lao Huang’s chicken...I shouldn’t slaughter Lao Hao’s dog...I shouldn’t beat the children of Xiaosijia...I shouldn’t say that Widow Liu is a **** for Wanqi... I shouldn't...I shouldn't...retributed...retributed..."

The words of Old Man Qin pushed the villagers' anger to a new climax once again.

"What! You stole my chicken! You chicken thief!"

"So you killed Erlang! You returned my dog! I killed you!"

"You caused my son's concussion! You beast! He is so young! What are you doing? You see me not pleasing to your eyes, you come and beat me! Why are you beating my son! You beast! Beast! Should be struck to death by lightning!"

"Mom! What a grievance that you are dead! You have been keeping clean for my dad all your life, and because of this man's words, you were scolded! Old man Qin, you killed me, my mom! Just because of your words. , My mother hanged herself!"

Stones and rotten vegetable leaves smashed towards Old Man Qin, and the sentiment was infuriated, and they were about to rush into the yard, in an endless posture with Old Man Qin.

Old man Qin was so frightened that he slumped on the ground, crying for a while, laughing for a while, obviously he was stunned and crazy.

Seeing that the situation became uncontrollable, the county leaders quickly organized people to appease.

"Villagers! Everyone! Calm down! Calm down! I understand your anger, and I am as angry as you are! I can't wait to take this life away! But let's calm down!"