C7 Power

"I, your mother, your mother, she insisted on coming." Little Apricot didn't know what to say. His little face was flushed red, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at Shi Xiong.

"Are you scolding Little Apricot? I have to come. " Although Shi Ting's mother was sick, when she glared at him, her natural mother's dignity was still released, "Come over here."

"Mother!" Shi Jian wanted to chase after him and cut Zheng Tong down, but his mother cried out that he was a filial son and didn't dare to disobey her. He reluctantly walked to his mother's side. When his mother reached out her hand, he could only helplessly hand the knife to her.

"I knew that you would definitely cause trouble if you hid this knife. Hurry up and apologize to Chief Zheng!" Shi Ting's mother was not feeling well. She struggled to hold the knife and handed it to Little Apricot.

"Apologize for what? Clearly, it was their family that was in the wrong. What did you do to offend him? He, Zheng Tong, wants to plant the Dragon Eye. Shi Ting was displeased.

Zheng took a deep breath and said, "Who told you that the land in the village can be planted with anything you want?" "I don't agree, I want to see who dares to plant seeds?" He was only a short man who was not even 1.6 meters tall, but at this moment, he gave off a domineering aura.

"F * ck!" Zheng Weimin, are you even going to be shameless? Your nephew can grow it, but why can't my mother grow it? Who didn't know who used it on the barren hills behind the village? In the past, when no one had planted anything on it, you would always come out and cause trouble for my mother just because she had some kind of dish. What's your sincerity? "

Zheng Weimin, who was almost fifty years old, was scolded shamelessly by Shi Ting in public. He was also a village director, but when he heard that he could still swallow his anger, he retorted angrily, "What am I going to do to you, you son of a b * tch? You damned bastard, when did it become your turn to speak in the village? "

Shi Ting hated people calling him a bastard the most. He had been calling him by that name since his father's generation. Now that he was called, he snatched the sword from Little Xing and pointed it at Zheng Weimin, shouting, "Zheng Weimin, repeat it again if you dare." If he wasn't anxious, he wouldn't even call Zheng Weimin by his nickname.

Zheng had always been a man who moved collective interests into his family, but unfortunately, his family was rich. Every year when he picked the village head, as long as he spread the money out, even if it was only 20 or 30 yuan a ticket, all the foolish villagers who were greedy and cheap would never know how much money a village head could get would still vote for him.

Zheng Weimin was pointed at the nose and called a nickname by a junior, then he heard the laughter of the surrounding villagers. He was very unhappy, but the blade in Shi Ting's hand was too intimidating, he was scared stiff and couldn't utter a word.

"Shi Ting." Shi Ting's mother became anxious. She was afraid that Shi Ting would kill her with his own hands, so she rushed over and grabbed the knife in his hand.

Shi Ting was afraid that he would hurt his mother, so he had to let go.

"Apologize, apologize to Director Zheng. Otherwise, don't call me mother in the future." As she spoke, her body trembled violently.

Shi Ting hurried over to help her up, but his mom shook him off. Apologize! "

Shi Ting had no choice but to say coldly to Zheng Weimin with a dark face, "I'm sorry! Director Zheng. "

Zheng Weimin was also frightened by his repeated threats. He did not dare to provoke Shi Ting anymore, he only snorted coldly and sat back down on the chair at the table.

"Director Zheng, I'm sorry!" My family is young and insensible, so you should forgive him. "If he dares to bully Zheng Tong again, tell me and I'll help you take care of him."