Chapter 53

Everyone in the camp left a gatekeeper and went home.

Unfortunately, they still underestimated the resilience of these old rich people. With their flexible minds, they really came up with all kinds of unique ideas to achieve the purpose of retaliation by themselves.

No, they have reached their destination. Gu Zheng and his party, who stood outside the landlord circle, saw this.

All the rich people sitting on the ground have a rattan basket, which is full of all kinds of homemade weapons.

Of course, they are small items that can pass through the fence of the cell and can be thrown effectively.

Since Weilang mountain is not their own backyard, naturally there will be no dog legs to prepare for them. This group of landlords with extremely strong hands and brains gave full play to their style of using local materials.

"Alas!"

Of course, Gu Zheng was the first to make a sound. He was a little anxious after fixing his eyes.

well! You've even searched the corner of the back mountain!

In the basket on the left side of the circle, it is the horse dung often picked up by Gu Zheng in the horse circle.

This kind of feces, which is not as easy to control as sheep feces and eggs, is being taken out of the basket by the chubby old gentleman with a shovel made of thin wood chips, scraped flat at the edge, and then skillfully moved up to the top. As soon as he shook and pumped his wrist, he threw the horse feces ahead.

This set of flowing movements, with inexplicable rhythm and beauty, has a high hit rate, which makes people sigh.

Those horse dung can always pass through the gap between the vertical bars of the cell perfectly. After that, it is splashed in the direction of Tu Fei with a sense of large-scale sputtering.

'Whoa, whoa, whoa.'

Perfect hit.

Tu Fei, who was trapped on the wooden column, could no longer see other colors except brown and black.

Ma Fengyun, who was on the other side, praised him in his spare time: "Hey, uncle sun, you haven't lost your craftsmanship in your early years!"

"That's natural. I started my business with this craft. I won't forget it if I forget anything!" when the sun squire heard someone praise him, he turned around and responded in his spare time.

As for Zhao laocai, who squatted in the middle of the crowd and worked hard to beat Tu Fei, he was so busy that he didn't even lift his head.

You ask, since the distance is so far that he can't even touch his hair, how can Zhao laocai move his hand to beat the drum and Tu Fei?

Here, we will applaud Zhao laocai's quick wisdom.

He always felt that long-distance throwing was not effective in directly touching his opponent, either in terms of the harm it caused or in terms of relieving Qi.

Don't they just stay away and they can't get in?

It's easy to do. You can use foreign objects!

Zhao laocai wandered to the construction site of Weilang mountain where he was building a new dormitory. He found a bamboo pole when he searched left and touched right.

When passing the kitchen in Weilang mountain, an iron hook for stabbing the fire was also placed on the edge of the cooking stove outside.

Take a hemp rope that can be seen everywhere, bind both ends, and tremble gently in your hand. A simple long hook gun is done, and it is still hooked upside down.

Wow, ah, ah... When I come forward, kill him!

He rushed to the dungeon, stabbed Tu and flew away, and tried hard under the other party's crotch.

Waves of screams rose one after another.

The reason why Tu Fei was silent when Gu Zheng came over was that he was stunned when he hung there.

Because just now, Zhao laocai's messy iron hook was only 0.01mm away from his big instrument. After passing by, the perfect pier was on the inner side of his thigh.

'Ow!! Uh! ' I feel dizzy.

Seeing this situation, even Gu Zheng couldn't bear it. He persuaded Zhao laocai with the most compassionate expression: "all right, show mercy, otherwise the prisoner will have the energy to see our punishment for the traitors in Gansu Province?"

"Make an example of others. At least you should let that monkey not die!"

"Yes! It's such a reason. It's still a long time. I have plenty of opportunities to visit him in Weilang mountain in the future."

What a vengeful old man this is. I like it.

Hearing this, Gu Zheng nodded at Zhao laocai's very cooperative answer to show his praise, and turned his eyes to Tu Fei in the depths of the prison: "all right, don't pretend to be dizzy. Your eyes turn faster than the top under your eyelids. Now you can't die. Wait for our command!"

After Gu Zheng's reminder, Ma Fengyun, who has been watching the excitement behind his back, reacted. He still has to implement the plan he and Gu Zheng discussed at the dinner table. It's important to do business.

So, Ma Fengyun coughed softly and cleared his throat: "let the brothers clean up for him, take him to the front hall to play martial arts hall, and let him watch. Only when we are willing to save the grand occasion of the implementation of family law, will he know how kind Zhao laocai is to him."

"OK!"

The brothers around roared with great momentum, but Tu Fei, who was tied to the shelf, couldn't help shivering.

Execution scene? Family law enforcement?

It's not what he thought, is it? Three knives and six holes, rolling steel plate?

Somebody help me! Thousand degrees, right, thousand degrees.

As Tu Fei was sent out of the dungeon by two people like anti pigs, he gave a thousand degrees for the family rules he was about to face while he was randomly scrubbed in the backyard.

When the few search information and old photos were slowly brushed out by the Millennium engine, Tu Fei's whole person was not good.

Pick up the skin, cramp and light the sky lamp!

My mother, Ma Fengyun in unofficial history is a master who makes children cry and adults have soft legs.

According to records, the horse bandits are savage and uncivilized, and their means are extremely cruel. One of their favorite torture is to make straw filled human skin lanterns.

Tu Fei would have thought he was reading a fairy tale if he hadn't been accompanied by a few indistinct old photos.

Wait, these people asked him to watch the punishment. It is said that they still set an example.

If you were the monkey, who was the chicken killed?

It won't be

At the thought of this, Tu Fei shivered directly.

One side was holding a big brush with faded pig hair to the gang members who were painting bald skin. Seeing his performance, he quickly reminded them loudly.

"Hey! I said your boy didn't pee? Hold it for me! Disgusting or not!"

Brother, I'm covered with horse dung. I don't mind being washed by the horse brush in this half man high wooden bucket. What else do you pay attention to?