"Jiadao, come down quickly! Don't do anything stupid! The cuihua is gone, what do you want to do again, what are the three children going to do! There was still some distance from Tang Jiadao's home behind the promotion hall, and he heard the voice of his father Tang Qiqi. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For this old man, the villagers of the Hongyangtang are more familiar, because even Tang Batian is a little embarrassed. Some people say that when Tang Batian was young, he followed Tang into chess to learn Nanquan. But Tang Batian did not publicly admit it, and this Tang chess did not show off in front of people. Especially when Tang Batian was in the promotion hall later, Tang Jinqi never mentioned this matter in front of others.

Regardless of whether others believe it or treat it as a joke, Tang Zhuqi is indeed moving on the stone bridge all year round. Even in this icy and snowy situation, people saw him punching and kicking on the stone bridge shirtless. This not only stunned many young people, but also some talkative cousins, who all thought that Tang Qiqi was not crazy from old age, but did have a past that ordinary people could not reach.

Growing old and envying their children may be the idea of traditional elders. Tang Jinqi's hoarse shout made people feel a little like this. His cousin had been lying in bed for many years, and nothing happened in this weather, but the young and strong daughter-in-law suddenly came with bad news, which was indeed a sadness for the old man.

When everyone rushed to the front, they saw that many people from the promotion hall had come running. Although many people are holding on to watching the excitement, everyone is still a little concerned about this kind of thing.

When some people saw the leaders of the village committee and the old party members in the village, they immediately knew that things were not ordinary.

Tang Batian didn't squeak immediately, and he had already seen Tang Jiadao sitting in the attic. His house was also made of ordinary bricks and half adobe, and the attic was full of stacked straw and dry firewood. Even if it is icy and snowy, if Tang Jiadao really ignites this firewood, I am afraid that it will be difficult to extinguish this fire. There were actually wooden barrels prepared under the eaves, and the barrels were full of water, apparently just in case.

Tang Jinqi didn't mean to look at Tang Batian, but still stood on the snow in front of the steps, looked at Tang Jiadao with a gloomy face, scolded from time to time, and then comforted a few more words, not knowing what he thought.

The most conspicuous thing is naturally the mourning tent on the left side of the front of the house, which is covered with two large mats, and the branches of the trees form a triangular shed. The rare coffin is actually on the old varnish, and it is obviously a coffin that has been around for a long time. Three children of different sizes were burning paper in front of the funeral shed, and from time to time they looked up at their father sitting on the wooden planks in the attic.

asked the surrounding villagers in a low voice, and sure enough, Tang Jiadao didn't know where to hear the news, saying that the death of this hall guest was a little strange, and he suspected that someone had killed his own hall guest. Everyone persuaded him to come down and have something to say, and everyone could discuss something to discuss. If there are really some reasons for this woman's death, the village committee and the government can come forward to solve it.

But Tang Jiadao doesn't seem to be able to enter the oil and salt, and now he is a little arrogant. Seeing that there were more people in front of the house, his face seemed to be agitated, and he smoked the last butt of the cigarette in his hand, his brows furrowed tightly, and he didn't seem to feel the slightest feeling of burning his hands from the last embers. Quietly looking at the spiritual shed in front of the house, there were words in his mouth, and he didn't know what he said.

"Eight barbarians, the family road doesn't seem right!" Tang Renfeng approached Tang Batian alertly, although there was no nutrition in what he said, because anyone could see it, but at this time, no one really dared to say it to Tang Batian. Being reminded by Tang Renfeng like this, Tang Batian's mind calmed down again.

Because of the wind outside, it was rumored that the death of this guest was related to himself, and Tang Batian naturally couldn't take the initiative to speak out in order to avoid suspicion. But these people from the village committee obviously didn't want to take responsibility, so they inevitably kicked the ball back towards Tang Batian. Although Tang Batian was holding back the fire in his heart, he didn't want to get angry again in front of these people, because he already understood that these people were some difficult to take on the characters, so why should he talk nonsense again!

"Eight days, this is the only way to stabilize him first!" Irihaigong stood silently behind him, although I don't know what he thinks in his heart, but as the village chief and director of this term, Irihaigong still has some suggestions. Even if his words sounded even more nonsense to Tang Batian, at least he still spoke up at the critical moment.

"Renfeng, Zu Rao, Ding Yuan, a few of you find a way to go upstairs, no matter what the consequences of this matter are, first stabilize the family road. The rest of the people prepare some guys underneath in case this guy's mind is short-circuited! Tang Batian calmly ordered to go down, while looking at Tang Jiadao sitting in the attic. Watching him slowly roll a cigarette, his face suddenly turned ugly.

Tang Jiadao didn't seem to hear his father's dissuasion, nor did he see the actions of the people below, but he kept muttering in a low voice: "You killed my cousin, why don't you come and give me an explanation, why do you treat me like this, are you trying to force me to death?" ”

When the warm source of the match in his hand quietly lit the dry cigarette butt, the flame that was about to be extinguished suddenly brightened again. The flame of the cigarette butt is very bright, but the bright fire in front of me is even more dazzling.

"It's on fire, it's on fire!"

Everyone looked at the attic blankly, and they didn't react for a while, but they had already seen Tang Jiadao quietly lighting the haystack in front of them. Although it was a cold winter, and the breath was extremely cold, the dry straw still caught fire at a moment. The flames scattered at once, and even immediately ignited the pine needles next to it.

"Extinguish the fire, extinguish the fire!" Tang Batian almost used a roaring voice to stunned everyone on the side. Seeing that the person who spoke out was Tang Batian, everyone didn't ask why, and when they saw the fire burning in the attic, someone immediately picked up the prepared bucket.

But everyone ignored their own strength, and not only did they not lift the bucket at once, but half of the bucket of water was poured on the body of the person next to them, which caused the person to scream loudly and avoid saying anything, and the person carrying the bucket almost threw the bucket. I finally stabilized my figure, but there were not a few drops of water that went up to the attic. Everyone watched the fire gradually disperse, and Tang Jiadao sat there stupidly.

"A bunch of fools, hurry up and bring the basin and splash water!" Tang Batian was almost angry, and looked at the people in front of him in a mess.

The three children who were kneeling in front of the mourning shed began to see their father lighting the fire, and they didn't pay much attention to it. At this time, when he saw the fire rise and the flames broke out, his father was still sitting there stupidly, and he couldn't help but cry for his father.

At this moment, it can be said that the people in front of the house have taken action, and some people even hold the snow under the ground and go up to the attic. Although it looks chaotic, at least everyone's mind is worried about something happening to the Tang family.

What was surprising was Tang Qiqi, not only did he not scream at this time, but also quietly watched his son sitting in the attic. He looked at his son in the firelight as if he was watching a play, and suddenly he strode closer to Tang Batian, his short body had just approached, which made Tang Batian, who was also short, couldn't help but take a step back, looking at this lean old man in surprise.

"Eight days, the family is evil!" Tang Qiqi's voice was calm and chilling, his eyes were like a hungry wolf, looking closely at Tang Batian in front of him. It seemed that if Tang Batian didn't believe in himself, he would pounce at any time. "Let's not talk about how that guest died, I'm afraid that Jiadao will also provoke something!" The old man's voice was calm and scary, and the words he said were inexplicable.

Even if the young man was beside him, he would not believe Tang Jinqi's words, thinking that he had set fire to his son and his daughter-in-law hanged himself, but he suddenly couldn't stand this stimulation and started talking nonsense. Everyone looked at Tang Qiqi, whose eyes were trembling, and immediately looked away and joined in the firefighting. The guests on the side couldn't help at first, but when they saw that the men were busy putting out the fire, they thought they could help, so they opened their throats and shouted.

Hearing the shouts of the guests crying and grabbing the ground, Tang Batian really wanted to slap him a few times. But thinking of Tang Qiqi's cold eyes and the inexplicable words he suddenly said, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Irihai Gong who was standing on the side.

"Brother Jiu, are you evil? What does the arson of the family road have to do with the evil spirit! Tang Zhuhai is more than ten years younger than Tang Zhuqi, but as the village director of the promotion hall, in front of his brothers, he still has a bit of momentum.

"You don't understand! You don't understand! Tang Qiqi looked back at his son, although someone splashed water, but the green smoke and flames flew together, Tang Jiadao sat there and looked a little weird. He is evil, you go and call Uncle Luo over, isn't the Ninth Master in front? You call the Ninth Master, he must know! Tang Qiqi's voice suddenly became a little hoarse, and even his eyes turned red, staring at Tang Batian tightly.

"Hahahaha, you all lied to me, Cuihua was killed by you, killed by you!" Tang Jiadao in the attic suddenly cried and laughed, his eyebrows, beard and hair were burned, and he looked a little weird at this time. But his voice suddenly rose to a higher level, and almost everyone present could hear it.

Many people couldn't help but stop, looking at Tang Jiadao sitting there crazy, not knowing whether he was stimulated or sober. But he had already looked at the people in front of the house, and he didn't care about the fire around him.

"Yuanqiao, you don't care about this side, hurry up and go to the front and invite the Ninth Master over, Made!" Tang Batian couldn't help but scold, and he didn't know who he was scolding, but looking at the chaos here, no one would be happy in his heart.

Tang Yihai didn't squeak, but looked at Tang Batian with some surprise, obviously not knowing why Tang Batian said this publicly, after all, these two people are party members, and it is obviously inappropriate to do so.