That's why he suddenly got angry and hit the guy just now.

He thought that the second brother would let the little brother go, but he didn't expect that he would directly beat him to death.

He was just trying to make an example of the monkey, he just wanted to tell Yan Qing that here, what he wanted anyone's life was just a matter of words.

After Yan Qing returned to the side camp, many people had already gone out, and they had been given a new task to pick up a batch of goods.

And because Yan Qing's leg was injured, he couldn't participate in this mission, and he had to stay in the camp for a long time.

But this is a good thing for Yan Qing, because there are their people on the cargo side, but there is no one in the camp.

He'd be able to get more useful information if he stayed, and while the camp seemed safe, it was the most dangerous place.

As an undercover agent, Yan Qing has to be more cautious if he wants not to be discovered.

At this time, Mao Rengang had been gone for three days.

After Mao Yishan came back, she paid for Mao Rengang's grave, and today is the day he enters the cemetery.

The big guy got up early in the morning, and Mao Jiajia and Chen Youan made breakfast for the villagers who came to help.

After everyone had breakfast, the gongs and drums sounded, and the suona sounded hoarsely.

Everyone was immersed in grief, Mao Yishan stepped forward to see Mao Rengang, and after one last look, Mr. Yin Yang covered the coffin lid and nailed the coffin with willow nails.

Mao Yishan didn't cry, just a little sad.

She and Mao Rengang don't have too much affection, so she really can't cry when she lets her cry.

Mao Jiajia and Chen Youan on the side kept crying, and Mao Youqi didn't cry.

However, Mao Yishan didn't pay attention to him, but just comforted Mao Jiajia and Chen Youan, who were still sad.

After other relatives and friends offered the last pillar of incense, Mr. Yin Yang shouted at the top of his voice: "Rise the coffin!"

The sound of firecrackers sounded, and several big men lifted the coffin, which was almost 200 pounds.

The sound of gongs and drums followed the coffin and walked towards the cemetery.

Mao Yishan took Mao Jiajia and Chen Youan to the cemetery, and asked Mao Youqi to watch the house at home.

Mao Youqi didn't want to go, so he readily agreed.

An hour later, it all came to an end.

Chen Xiarong, who was standing in the crowd, looked at the sad Mao Jiajia and Chen Youan with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Now that Mao Ren has just died, the Mao family only has a few girls and a child, what can be done.

When the boss came back, she had people set fire to the Mao family.

She has already inquired, Wu Xia lost a lot of money this time, the Mao family didn't even have money for the New Year, and even the money for this funeral was borrowed.

If Mao's house catches fire again, everything will be reduced to nothing, and I am afraid that they will all sleep on the streets, cold and starvation.

At this time, Mao Yishan didn't notice Chen Xiarong in the crowd, she didn't stay long and left quietly.

After Chen Xiarong left, she went to the back door of Qin Feng's house, followed the back door to the window of Qin Feng's house, and shouted inside.

Qin Feng heard Chen Xiarong's body voice, and got up as soon as he slipped away.

Because he has no job, but spends his time at home doing nothing.

Chen Xiarong didn't come to him, and he didn't dare to go to her rashly.

But he thought about her so much that he dreamed of her even in his dreams.

My heart has always been itchy, and now that I hear Chen Xiarong's voice, I naturally can't bear it.

He hurriedly got dressed and went out, and the two of them went to Pomiao in the east of the village one after the other.

There is a firewood house behind the ruined temple, which is where they have a private meeting.

Chen Xiarong was waiting for Qin Feng in the place she had prepared early.

Although it is just a dilapidated firewood house here, Chen Xiarong has prepared a lot of things.

Quilts, cotton wool, stoves, kettles, everything, it's like a small home here.

Qin Feng looked around and saw that there was no one, so he slipped into the firewood room.

This is Chen Xiarong was raising the fire, and when she heard movement behind her, she was about to turn her head when she was hugged by Qin Feng.

"Baby, you miss me to death!" Qin Feng buried his head in Chen Xiarong's neck, and his lips kept kissing Chen Xiarong's neck and said.

Chen Xiarong shook her body, turned around with a shy face, and looked at Qin Feng with silky eyes.

"What are you doing, I still have something to tell you!"

Chen Xiarong's delicate voice instantly aroused Qin Feng's desire.

He picked up Chen Xiarong and threw it on the quilt on the side, then bent down and lay on Chen Xiarong.

"What are you anxious about, wait until I'm done. Chen Xiarong said while pushing the enthusiastic Qin Feng.

In fact, she thought to herself, but she just wanted to get down to business first.

But where did Qin Feng still have the heart to listen to anything else at this time, he took Chen Xiarong's hand and put it on a certain bulge, Chen Xiarong's face turned red all of a sudden.

"Baby, if you make me wait for the afternoon, I'm going to suffocate!"

After Qin Feng finished speaking, without waiting for Chen Xiarong to say anything, he directly sealed her red lips.

Chen Xiarong only felt a cold on her lips, and the whole person fell back.

The two of them were in the firewood room, and from time to time they let out red-faced and heart-pounding shouts.

Outside the house, it was already snowing heavily, and this was the last snow of the winter.

After a long time, Qin Feng and Chen Xiarong were lying under the covers, his big palms still lingering on Chen Xiarong's smooth skin.

Chen Xiarong was lying in his arms, with a hint of flushing on her face.

"Mao Ren just died, you know?" Chen Xiarong said suddenly.

"You know, isn't it normal for him to die as an old man who is almost eighty?" Qin Feng said disapprovingly.

Seeing his absent-minded appearance, Chen Xiarong turned her head and gave Qin Feng a mouthful.

This bite hit his collarbone, and Qin Feng shuddered and hurriedly sat up.

"Are you crazy, are you sick, look at me and bite it!" Qin Feng yelled at Chen Xiarong as he touched the tooth marks on his collarbone.

"Who told you not to listen to me carefully!" Chen Xiarong rolled her eyes and said.

"What do you care about that old man all day, he is dead, we are going to deal with Mao Yishan, not the old man who died. Qin Feng said a little angrily.

"Don't I know this, I'm just telling you my way, after the old man died, the Mao family is now in debt, I only need a fire to make their whole family sleep on the streets, and then what will Mao Yishan show off?"

Qin Feng heard Chen Xiarong say this, and thought in his mind, this is indeed a good way.

When Mao Yishan and them slept on the streets and couldn't eat, wouldn't she be caught!

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile, and now he could already imagine Mao Yishan begging for mercy under him.