When Lao Lin chatted with others, he didn't look at all dull.

Manshu finally saw that Lao Lin was quite down-to-earth outside.

It wasn't until they started moving things that Lao Lin said a few words to the man and then came over to help.

"Brother, I will also help you move together." The villager called him Lao Li, and now he and Lao Lin are brothers.

"I can't trouble Brother Li. It's just a few things and I can move them all by myself in just a few moves."

Old Lin refused to let me do it. He looked like he was in his fifties and had gray hair on his temples. He didn't want people to do hard work.

"Don't think I'm slow. Even though my hair turns gray early, I still have a lot of strength."

Several women who were joining in the fun also started shouting: "Yes, big brother, let Lao Li move with you. He is very strong. He can even carry one of the big fat pigs in our village."

As a result, Manshu and Grandma Yan moved the small and slightly heavier boxes, which were quickly moved into the trunk by Lao Li and Uncle Lin.

They had just finished cleaning up here, but Mrs. Wang next door heard the noise for some reason, ran out in a hurry, and stopped Manshu from leaving.

"Yan Yatou, where is my Wang Yi? And her parents, where have they gone?"

"Why are you the only ones back? Where are the three members of their family?"

Mrs. Wang looked questioningly, staring at Manshu, and then at the Mercedes-Benz parked on the roadside, her eyes flashing.

"They are in the hospital. Why are you still at home? Why don't you go to the hospital?"

Manshu originally didn't want to talk to Mrs. Wang, but seeing that she had no guilt and was confident, she had an idea.

When she said this, Mrs. Wang subconsciously asked: "What hospital? Which hospital are they in?"

"In the hospital in the city, I heard Uncle Wang say that they have no money for medical treatment. Why don't you send some money? I heard that a night's stay in the hospital ward costs several hundred."

"A man who kills a thousand people, what kind of courtyard does he live in? Can't he live in his family?" Mrs. Wang's attention was all about money, "Where did I get the money? Did Wang Yi's mother keep the baby in her belly?"

As soon as Mrs. Wang opened her mouth, Manshu knew that this was what she cared about.

"It's not certain whether I can save it or not, but I heard that Uncle Wang and Auntie discussed calling the police and filing a case. After all, Auntie was pushed by your family's big treasure. Where is your family's treasure? Is he still at home?"

Manshu caught a glimpse of a big head sticking out of the door next door. Who could it be if it wasn't Wang Xiong?

I didn't expect that after hitting someone, he could still go to his uncle's house as if nothing had happened.

This naughty boy is really big-hearted.

"Two murderers. How old is my eldest child? Why should we call the police? Why don't we just hit his wife? Even if the baby falls, they don't care about our baby!"

When Mrs. Wang heard that she wanted to call the police, she immediately howled at the top of her lungs.

First, he said that his naughty child did not do it on purpose, and then he accused Wang Yi's mother of beating her mother-in-law and even her eldest nephew.

"Boss Wang was provoked by his wife into being unfilial. Oh my god, what evil did I do to give birth to such an unfilial son..."

Her voice was so loud that she almost made the whole village howl.

Manshu was not used to her bad habits.

"Don't scream at me, old man. I estimate that if they call the police, the police will come from the village to investigate. When your Dabao hit someone, many people saw it."

"Dabao is young and probably won't be able to afford prison food, but you probably won't be able to escape."

"However, Dabao should be sent to a juvenile detention center. There is nothing special there. They are just strictly controlled. If he doesn't obey, he won't be given food and will be put in solitary confinement." Manshu made nonsense.
Chapter completed!