Chapter 701: Wait to kneel (3)

The villagers who had bowed to the ground heard his call, looked up and looked at Yang Zimei, who looked pale and weak, and stood up hesitantly.
The village chief saw the cloud that was about to dissipate, and sighed secretly, and also doubted Yang Zimei.
Does she really act like a ghost like Huang Li said?
However, she didn't need to pretend to be a ghost, and so far she hasn't seen her say she wants to pay a penny herself.
After a long time it didn't rain, the villagers began booing and talking. Some even turned away with disdain, and some laughed at the village head being flickered.
Huang Xiuli was the most uncomfortable. Most villagers looked at her with disdainful eyes, and some even spit at her, saying that she brought her daughter back to lie and lie to her mother.
Huang Xiuli is like a man, but she believes in her daughter. She summoned the courage she never had in her life and shouted, "You have to believe my girl, she won't lie to you."
All kinds of unpleasant words sounded again, and some people even threw small stones at her.
Yang Zimei looked in his eyes, angry and anxious.
I left Master and Dragon to fight for the sky myself, and took the pain to come here to break the flames, at the expense of life to borrow the rain, but the villagers were treated like this.
Her heart was cold.
"Sadako, protect my mother."
She pushed away Sadako.
Sadako walked to Huang Xiuli and blocked some throws for her.
"A liar, a magic stick, get out of our village and never come here to shame yourself again."
Huang Li shouted loudly.
Many people followed suit.
Huang Xiuli saw her and her daughter be suspicious and expelled by her mother's family like a bereavement dog, and her heart broke into tears.
She even more pained her daughter.
I saw her spitting blood just now, and her heart was broken. She wanted to come forward to support her but was stopped by her.
Yang Zimei suffered internal injuries at this time, which was the time when the leakage of cold air in her body could not be controlled. If Huang Xiuli approached her, she would directly suffer cold weather.
Yang Zimei really didn't expect that he would fail to borrow the rain this time. He stepped sloppily and said to Zhenzi and his mother, "Let's go, let's go back. I will never step in here again, they will regret of."
The evil water board made of willow boards can only temporarily hold back the fire board. Its effectiveness can only last for a year, because willow trees, unlike slate, will decay.
Originally, Yang Zimei planned to wait for Master's affairs to pass, and then find a free time to re-arrange the Shashu Bureau with spar, so that Huang Cun would have no worries from then on.
Now she changed her mind.
I suddenly understood why the Feng Shui master leaked the fire of the Flame Bureau so viciously that day, it turned out not just because of 500 yuan, but because of these ugly faces.
You are good for them, and they worship you like God.
When you find that you have no use for them, step on you as a shit.
Such people deserve to be punished for their death.
As for the year you set up the Shashu Bureau, you should repay the kindness of the mother that this village once raised.
Since then, affection has diminished.
"Niuniu, I believe you."
Erqi Huang Qiang ran over from the crowd.
"Secondary, we're gone. When you're packed, go to City A to find us. Here, my mother and I will never come back."
Yang Zimei said lightly.
"Ugh--"
Huang Qiang sighed heavily, and he also wanted to stop returning to this village.
The villagers all have the same surname as Huang. By calculation, they should all be brothers and sisters with the same blood, but they are green with red tops, and they worship high and low, because they are weak and useless, and the whole family is bullied by the villagers.