These days, there are no regulations prohibiting large trucks from entering the city, and there are only a few private cars.

The cars running on the street are basically for public use.

There are not even taxis yet, rickshaws are just taxis.

Song Yunpeng turned the steering wheel and kept honking the horn to remind pedestrians to give way to cyclists and drive out of the city.

"Brother Chen, you didn't understand clearly when you followed the car for the first time. It's your fault that you didn't explain it clearly before."

"These roadblocks come out specifically at night to target those of us running on the road."

"I have never encountered anyone who transports coal in the town or drives a shuttle bus in the county. I have no choice but to leave some money to buy the road."

"We are now trying not to drive cars at night to avoid too much loss."

"It doesn't matter, it's only five o'clock. I'll drive faster and I should be able to get back before dark."

When we went back to Yuanmeng County from Xintian, we took the winding mountain road, climbing uphill in circles, which took about three hours.

Si Chen suddenly realized that these days there are no mobile phone transfers or bank transfers. If the goods are delivered, the driver will take the payment back.

"Yunpeng, did you get the payment during this trip?"

"Yeah." The young man was honest. He probably thought Si Chen and Song Gang were relatives.

Si Chen finally understood why the child was so nervous.

A carload of coal is a lot of money. If you encounter a "stumbling block", the consequences can be imagined.

"It's okay, Brother Chen, don't worry, I've hid the money properly and they won't find it."

Song Yunpeng seems optimistic, but in fact his expression is very nervous:

"At most you can give me a beating. I have no money, what else can you do to me?"

Si Chen felt uncomfortable and asked, "Have you been beaten before?"

"Beat, how could you not have been beaten?" Song Yunpeng sighed, recalling the past:

"Don't blame me. My master has also been beaten. If you don't want to pay, just get beaten."

"Well, I know. If we do encounter you, I'll call you back."

Si Chen lit up a cigarette, seemingly as a joke, but actually he had a plan in mind. www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

"Brother Chen, please say goodbye now. Those people have guns and they can't do anything to them."

Song Yunpeng glanced at Si Chen and quickly advised:

"Why don't I hide your valuables for you too?"

Si Chen immediately became happy, stretched out his hand out of the car window, flicked the cigarette ashes, and said:

"Yunpeng, you are an honest boy. Just wear these things, don't be afraid, Ang?"

Song Yunpeng:...I feel tired!

"Brother Chen, I really have a gun!"

"What gun?"

"The kind that shoots when you shake it. It's not a gun anyway. It doesn't need to be filled with gunpowder and steel balls. It's not difficult to shoot again."

"Oh? How many people?" Si Chen was already knowing himself and the enemy.

"When there are more people, there are six or seven people, and when there are less people, there are two or three people." Song Yunpeng guessed:

"They must be from nearby villages, maybe they also grow crops? I feel like there are fewer people when the farming season is busy."

"How many guns?"

"I don't know, but every time I see them coming out, there is always a gun being held by the bald man."

"Where do you usually block the road?"

"It's just King Kong Ridge. It's the steepest and sharpest bend, and there's a cliff below that you can't see the bottom of."

"Yeah, I understand." Si Chen said calmly and began to make a plan in his mind.

…

Yang Dazhu took time out to go home in the evening and unexpectedly saw Han Lizhu.

Furious, he directly dragged Han Lizhu to the side kiln, bolted the door, and beat her!

"Smelly bitch! I asked you to go back to the village and hide. What the hell are you doing here?"

"Ah! Boss, boss, don't hit me, I'm pregnant, ah!"

"See if I don't beat you to death! You're such a scoundrel, you'll be gone if you die!"

In the side kiln, there were faint sounds of beatings, curses and crying.

Outside the door, Dazhu's mother was frightened when she heard this.

The words Yang Dazhu used to beat and scold Han Lizhu now were exactly the words she used to beat and scold her eldest son back then.

When Yang Dazhu was a child, he suffered countless beatings from his mother.

Whenever Dazhu's mother is in a bad mood, she takes it out on Dazhu, beating and scolding her:

"It's all a scoundrel like you. Without you, how could I have married this coward Yang Mantun!"

"It's all down to you! The debt collector! The star of death! I'll be delayed for the rest of my life!"

"I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death, you little beast, and let you come to me to reincarnate and ruin me for the rest of my life!"

Those vicious beatings and scoldings, scenes and sounds echo in my memory.

What she heard now and what she saw through the door were intertwined, making Dazhu's mother extremely frightened.

She didn't have any regrets for abusing her eldest son. She still had the same hatred in her heart, and she didn't feel that she had done anything wrong.

She was just afraid that her eldest son would vent his anger on her one day.

Although Yang Dazhu has not really done anything to his mother for so many years, harsh treatment is inevitable.

Especially when Dazhu's father accidentally fell to death while tending sheep, the days of Dazhu's mother and Erna were completely in the hands of Yang Dazhu.

"Honghong, I want Honghong!" Yang Ernuo was making a fuss outside the door, pulling open the door to get in.

"You idiot!" Dazhu's mother quickly pulled him away and pulled him towards the main room, muttering:

"That's not Wan Hong, don't worry about that bitch!"

"You are also a useless piece of trash!"

"I asked you to sleep with Wan Hong, so that I could get you a wife for free."

"You're so good, you can't even get a widow and your mother-in-law, you're as useless as your dead father!"

Dazhu's mother cursed and grabbed Yang Ernuo's ears and pulled her back to the house, thinking resentfully in her heart:

If Wan Hong's reputation can be ruined, Mrs. Si will be able to get a bad breath out of her.

If Er Nao could have done what he did originally, he would have married Wan Hong in vain.

Then, Mrs. Si will never be able to hold her head up in the village for the rest of her life!

It's a pity that God's calculation is not as good as that of man.

With such a vicious strategy, when faced with Si Chen, it was impossible to steal the chicken but lose the rice.

Yang Ernuo, completely stupid!

After Yang Dazhu was angry, he sat on the kang and stared at Han Lizhu, who was lying on the ground, threateningly:

"While it's dark, hurry up and get back to Zhoujiagou!"

Although Han Lizhu was beaten until her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, Yang Dazhu did not touch her belly.

This made Han Lizhu, who was accustomed to watching words and emotions, vaguely feel that the other party wanted this son.

She cried aggrievedly: "Boss, please don't drive me away!"

"As soon as I go back, my dad is going to sell me to pay off my gambling debts, woo woo woo~"

"Please let me stay. Even if I cook and cook every day to serve my aunt, it's still better than sending me back."

"I want the child to be born safely. I don't want to be sold by my father when I go back. The life and death of the child and I will be uncertain."

"Boss, even if I become Ernuo's wife, I don't want to go back and be sold!"

There is so much foreshadowing and emotional pull, but the point is to set the stage for her last seemingly "unintentional" words.

Sure enough, she could clearly see that Yang Dazhu was breathing heavily and paused obviously.

Han Lizhu was overjoyed!

Yang Dazhu was gloomy and silent, staring at Han Lizhu without knowing what he was thinking.

Han Lizhu was so frightened that she didn't even dare to raise her head. She lay on the ground with messy hair, sobbing.

After a long time, Yang Dazhu seemed to have figured out something, got up and went out, and said coldly:
To be continued...