Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 111 Who hit him with a stone?_1

Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Who hit him with a stone?_1

Mazi instinctively glanced at Yao Hai standing to the side.

Because of his unique abilities, everyone in the industry called him Master Hai.

Though he appeared all smiles, he was ruthlessly determined.

His skills were also bizarre, and here he was, having wandered around only to come back, insisting on seeing that little brat.

So, he had no choice but to come early in the morning on his bicycle to block the way.

That being said, he’d come several times but never encountered anyone.

He grinned at Old Man Song and then nudged Yao Hai with his elbow.

Yao Hai’s eyes followed Asheng into the house.

He needed to see the child’s eyes, otherwise he couldn’t be sure.

He smiled at the elder and took out a business card, handing it to him, "Old Sir, this is my name, my surname is Yao. Call me Yao Hai, I’m the director of the Beidu East City Cultural Exchange Center, currently in charge of cultural relics."

Song Liang and Old Man Song felt a pang in their hearts but dared not show it on their faces.

Old Man Song fiddled with the business card and passed it to his son, saying, "Mazi, didn’t I just buy an incense burner from you, and you’ve already taken it back? What’s the matter, do you feel ripped off and want to come back for more money?" Before Mazi could respond, he continued to scorn, "Though I’m a rural person, I also know that business isn’t done by being untrustworthy and indecisive."

Mazi didn’t take this family seriously, laughing he-he, "We’re here to bring you riches, so why not let us in?"

Song Liang patiently replied, "What a joke, with us rural folks, what kind of wealth could you possibly bring? We’re about to head out, both of you should go about your business."

Yao Hai blinked his eyes and cut straight to the point, "I have a skill; I can read people, and your little grandson, the one who was herding the geese just now, he’s a rare find in a thousand years..."

Before he could finish speaking, a pebble threw with the force of thunderbolt sped towards Yao Hai, striking him on his half-open mouth, crushing against his teeth through the thin flesh.

Yao Hai felt a sharp pain in his mouth, but before he could recover, his knees also throbbed with pain, and he could no longer stand, collapsing to his knees with a thud.

Then it was Mazi’s turn, a speeding pebble struck him in his agape mouth, feeling as though all his teeth were knocked out.

Like Yao Hai, stones struck his knees, and he too knelt at the doorstep of the Song family.

Just when Old Man Song and Song Liang were about to rush forward and beat them, complaining inwardly, my child is just that, what else can he be but a child, you claim to see the truth, well see this, to their grandma’s leg. Unfortunately, their intended punches missed, as Yao Hai and Mazi had already gone down on their knees.

Startled, Old Man Song and Song Liang exchanged glances, confused but not showing it, they stepped back. Without waiting for Old Man Song to speak, Old Bian, who was heading west from the village to collect manure, came over. Seeing two people kneeling at the doorstep of the Song family, he exclaimed in surprise, "Goodness me, where did these beggars come from? Isn’t it bad luck to kneel at someone’s doorstep early in the morning?"

Old Man Song quickly pulled Old Bian aside, "Exactly, they just knelt down while we were talking, it’s too strange."

Old Bian took a closer look, "My heavens, they’re bleeding from the mouth, even lost teeth, what on earth happened?"

Old Man Song replied, "I have no idea, but as heaven is my witness, we were just talking at the doorstep and then they both knelt down."

Old Bian’s face kept changing, "Last night, there was another uproar at Old Ding’s family, someone was shouting, ’Return my life, return my life,’ in the middle of the night, I heard it with my own ears, it was terrifying."

Old Man Song blinked, "Could the death of Big Boss Ding’s wife be related to them?"

At that moment, Yao Hai suddenly felt a chill down his back, his mouth opened, and he spat out several bloodied teeth. The pain in his knees was excruciating, as if they were shattered.

He was filled with horror inside, and at the same time, seething with anger.

Master Hai wondered when he had ever been dealt such an underhand blow.

But prior to his arrival, he had investigated, and found that in the family, only Song Liang was a laborer, the rest were bona fide country folk, old as well as young. It seemed they had a small business, which was selling head ornaments.

There was also a delicate young girl in the family who had been carried off by mistake but was then returned.

So, who had hit him with the stones?

Mazi touched his mouth and let out a scream, "Ah... my teeth... are they shattered?"

Soon enough, people gathered around.

Villagers didn’t indulge in sleeping in; they typically got up very early. Getting up before the sun made working less of a hardship, and they could go out to collect manure. Before, collecting manure could be exchanged for work points, but not anymore; however, their own families still needed it.

People young and old quickly formed a crowd.

Chu Zizhou, who was brushing his teeth when he heard the news, furrowed his brows, quickly rinsed his mouth, wiped his face, and ran over.

Meanwhile, Song Yunuan slipped the slingshot into her pocket, crouched down and, like a little cat, scurried back to her family’s backyard through the gap under the fence. Then she opened the rear window and jumped through.

This was the kitchen, currently unoccupied, as Old Mrs. Song and Xia Guilan, hearing the commotion, had already run out.

Song Yunuan gestured to her brother, who was eagerly waiting at the door, to keep silent.

Little Asheng hurried over to help his sister, and soon they both returned to the house.

Opening the window, Song Yunuan decided to sit on the wide windowsill and jumped down.

Even if nobody had seen her just now, she had to play the part completely, so she turned around to hug her pale-faced brother, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here for you!"

Little Asheng nodded vigorously, his eyes shining with light. That’s right, no fear, for his sister was a little fairy who knew magic.

With his sister’s protection, he wasn’t afraid of anything.

Song Yunuan, holding her brother, joined the crowd to see what the commotion was about, and by then, Chu Zizhou had also arrived.

While someone was helping the two, Yao Hai thought he was done for, but unexpectedly, he managed to stand up.

He pulled out a handkerchief to cover his mouth; although he was standing, pain shot through his knee with each movement. He knew he had been hit by a stone or something similar, but when he looked down, there was nothing.

Truly nothing at all. But then he felt something off with his teeth and as he spit out to take a closer look, Old Mrs. Song pounced on him with a shout, clawing at him: "Damn it, what are you doing coming to my house early in the morning, spitting and kneeling? My family just had our meal, are you cursing us to live in poverty? I’ll scratch you to death!"

Lian Xiang and Xia Guilan, having rushed over at the news, started beating and kicking Mazi.

It took a lot of effort to separate them, and Old Mrs. Song, sitting on the ground and slapping her thighs, cursed loudly, even threatening to go to Mazi’s house and kneel at his doorstep to cause a scene.

Xia Guilan helped her mother-in-law up and pointed fiercely at Mazi, berating him, "You damned Mazi, I don’t know that person, but I know you, and I know where your house is. I ask you, has my family ever wronged you? You come to my house causing trouble, are you tired of living?"

Chu Zizhou quickly called for the security officer, and the crowd took the two men to the brigade headquarters. They had to—several people escorted them by the arms.

Inside the brigade headquarters, Chu Zizhou narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "Hey, isn’t this Master Hai from the east of the city?"

Yao Hai was startled, and on a closer look, his face turned pale, his speech already slurred, now became somewhat stammered.

"Go... young man, what... what... are you doing here?"