The riding battery stopped at the mouth of the alley outside Han's house.

Chen Han felt that Han Muxue was holding his waist tightly and didn't let go, as if he was very nervous.

"What's wrong with you?"

He turned his head to look, and Han Muxue under the street lamp looked a little sad.

It's so weird!

She just slapped the gang in the face in the restaurant, she should be happy.

Han Muxue said hesitantly: "There is something I want to tell you......"

"Who bullied you?"

"Nope. Han Muxue bit her red lip and paused for a while before saying, "Someone deceived the old mansion from my father. After speaking, his eyes drooped, as if he was ready to be scolded.

It seems that Zhou Shengmao is not wrong.

Chen Han asked softly, "Tell me what's going on?"

Han Muxue bowed slightly and told what happened.

It turned out that Han Jingshan borrowed money from Ma Haode in order to revitalize the restaurant, and he was drunk at the banquet.

The money was not borrowed, and when I went to clean the old house the next day, I found that the lock was smashed open, and Ma Haode led people to turn the house into a mess.

Han Jingshan went up to theorize, but was blasted out.

Ma Haode held the real estate transfer document in his hand, which was the handprint that he pressed while he was drunk.

Next, he was entangled by the debt collection company and couldn't get out, and under multiple blows, he was bedridden.

"It's too much of a deception! The three-knife debt collection agency should have something to do with him. Chen Han listened, and the fierce light in his eyes flashed.

Han Muxue's curved eyelashes trembled, and she murmured, "Don't blame my dad, okay?"

"Uncle Han got sick because he was protecting the old house, and it was me who should be guilty, so I was embarrassed to blame Uncle Han. Chen Han took a deep breath and said slowly: "Don't worry, I will take everything back that belongs to us!"

Han Muxue still said with a melancholy face: "But he has been in the past two years, and we can't afford to provoke him." ”

"Don't worry, I have a way. Chen Han gently rubbed her head and said with a smile: "Go home quickly, no matter how bad things are, they will always pass." ”

"Hmm. ”

The two were waving goodbye.

Chen Han rode a long way, and when he turned around, he could still see the beautiful figure under the street lamp.

Dead.

Chen Han's mind was difficult to calm down for a long time.

Ten years have passed, and he has been protected by others, and now it is his turn to protect the people around him.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, took out a silver needle, and pierced it into several acupuncture points in Shangxing, Yingxiang, Wu, and Heqi.

Then his legs were crossed and he picked up the "Taiyi Sutra".

This is what he learned from the madman master on the mountain, the master is sloppy, and only the dust on his hands shows that he was a Taoist.

Unexpectedly, the madman's knowledge is vast and vast. Chess, music, medicine, and medicine are all knowledgeable.

It's just an old monster.

The "Taiyi Sutra" he passed on was too rootless, and he practiced the chaotic qi of yin and yang.

The kitchen uses yin and yang to adjust the five flavors, the doctor uses yin and yang to treat the body and mind, and the martial arts shake the world with yin and yang.

Chen Han's loss of smell and taste is an incurable disease for modern medical scientists, but in front of the "Taiyi Jing", it is just a simple matter of reconciling yin and yang.

As his cultivation gradually improved, Chen Han smelled the pine smell of the furniture and the earthy smell of the courtyard.

The smell floats in the air, making up a different world.

......

In the past two days, Chen Han has not been idle.

Mix it with a soup to nourish your heart and send it to Han Bo, and you have to buy some daily necessities.

Han Jingshan was already able to get out of bed and walk, and began to drive his daughter out of the house, urging her to help Chen Han clean up the old house.

Neighbors also came to the door and helped each other.

Soon, the courtyard walls were repaired, and the house and courtyard were renovated.

Near noon, the bricklayer and his neighbor sat under the tree drinking herbal tea, chatting and chatting.

"I washed everything and it's hot now. When the fridge arrives in the afternoon, you'll put everything inside. Han Muxue was sweating, look at the time, it's time to go home.

Crunch!

There was a sound of brakes outside the window.

Han Muxue was curious, and when she went out, her face turned pale.

There was a BMW parked at the door, and the middle-aged man who got out of the car first was wearing a fat T-shirt and breeches, and his face was meaty, it was Ma Haode.

He walked into the courtyard menacingly, glanced left and right, and shouted, "The villagers are also here." Hehe...... Then you have to judge. Han Jingshan doesn't pay back the money he owes me, and the people who hurt me don't have to be held accountable! He has already sold the yard to me, what do you mean by tossing around here!"

Han Muxue's heart was blocked, and she scolded: "Liar!"

"I lied to him, then why did he hide and didn't dare to reason with me!" Ma Haode smiled very proudly, of course he knew that Han Jingshan was lying on the hospital bed, and the situation was not very optimistic.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was solidified.

The neighbors had no intention of continuing to drink tea, and their eyes were full of disgust when they looked at Ma Haode.

Living in a town, most people know that this guy is not a good thing.

Two years ago, he was just an ordinary worker, struggling to collect the cooking skills that Chen Mingsong left in the town, honoring the Zhu family, and Han Jingshan also helped.

Who would have thought that Ma Haode would give all the things he collected to the Zhu family. With the help of the Zhu family, he became the director of the pickle factory.

Subsequently, he stabbed Han Jingshan in the back.

Such a brazen person is really rare.

"Mu Xue, don't argue, people and beasts are unreasonable. Chen Han beckoned in the kitchen and called her in.

Han Muxue stepped forward and hugged Chen Han's arm, buried her head in his shoulder, and said, "Brother Xiao Chen, we smashed the field in the restaurant, and he came to take revenge." ”

"It's fine. Chen Han smiled, "I've learned kung fu." ”

Outside the window, another engine roared.

Not long after, there was a commotion in the courtyard.

Of course, Mahodd would not come alone to make trouble.

He brought five people. In addition to the driver's Zhou Shengmao, the coach of the Jianglong Taekwondo Gym - Zhao Jinhu, and his three students.

Zhao Jinhu is notoriously arrogant in the town, he is a master black belt himself, and with dozens of students under him, few people are willing to provoke him.

He alone is better than the more than ten straw bales that Zhou Shenmao brought to dismantle the house that day.

"Hurt my fat brother and occupy Brother Ma's house, you are amazing. Zhao Jinhu walked into the courtyard and shouted loudly, "Why has it become a shrunken turtle now?" ”

Ma Haode glanced at Zhao Jinhu and pointed to the kitchen.

"Hmph, grandpa will beat your out today. Zhao Jinhu waved his hand and walked into the kitchen with three students.

Chen Han made a wrong step and blocked Han Muxue behind him.

At that moment, another student went to pull Chen Han's clothes.

Chen Han grabbed the man's wrist and said, "Dude, it's from a town." There is no hatred or grudge, and there is no need to be used as a gunman. ”

The man's wrist was pinched in severe pain, and just as his other hand was about to move again, Chen Han had already let go, and he covered his hand and stepped aside.

Zhao Jinhu's eyes twitched, his face was a little more solemn, he stopped the student who was about to start, and said: "Mr. Ma has a real estate transfer book in his hand, it's not that I bullied you, you will lose wherever you go." ”