Chapter 310 The Little Girl Holding a Hunting Rifle

Yao Hongguo's husband's family lived in the production team of the next commune, which was quite far from Qishui Brigade. It would probably take almost a day to walk there.

Yao Hongguo secretly ran away from her husband's house early in the morning, before dawn, taking advantage of the opportunity to make breakfast. She was lucky and met an old man driving an oxcart on the way.

The old man was kind-hearted and honest. When he saw the girl's panicked expression and heard that she had been bullied at her husband's house and was running back to her parents' house or she would be beaten to death, he quickly put Yao Hongguo on the oxcart and kept urging the old ox to run faster.

Otherwise, given Yao Hongguo's pace, she would probably have been caught up by the people the Dong family had sent before she even reached the halfway point.

The girls from Qishui Brigade were being humiliated like this, and the brigade certainly wouldn't stand idly by. However, it wasn't realistic to just go there, since the journey was still quite long.

Secretary Lu and the brigade leader first stopped the people, intending to discuss a plan with several respected elders in the village.

Right now, the old men who had heard the news were discussing with Wei Zhongping and Lu Qingguo whether they could borrow a vehicle from the county, even a tractor would do. With the help of the horse-drawn carts and oxcarts in their village, they could reach Yao Hongguo's husband's house in half a day.

Since we're going to settle scores, we need to make a big show of it. If we spend a whole day traveling, we probably won't have much of an aura by the time we get there, and we'll have to come back in the dark after the matter is settled.

At this moment, Wei Jiajia and a group of young people gathered outside the gate of the Wei family's main house, some sitting and some standing, in twos and threes. Each of them was holding a weapon, such as firewood sticks, door bolts, and shovel handles.

But... one of the girls, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, was carrying a hunting rifle.

"Tiehua, what are you carrying on your shoulder?" Wei Jia turned her head and saw her little cousin huddled against the wall. Her eyelids twitched.

This little cousin is from her second sister-in-law's family. She is usually quiet and introverted, but she is a very conscientious child. Her father sacrificed his life and her mother remarried. She grew up with her hunter grandfather.

Because Wei Jia's second sister-in-law often took care of her when she was young, she had a very good relationship with Wei Jia's second sister-in-law. After Zhang Shengnan married into the Wei family, the little girl would occasionally send some wild vegetables and mushrooms that she had picked in the mountains to the Wei family. After sending them, she would run away, afraid that she would be invited to stay for a meal by the warm and kind Aunt Cui'e.

Liu Tiehua tightened her grip on the hunting rifle, hesitated for a moment with pursed lips, then looked timidly at Wei Jia, her voice soft and gentle, but the words that came out...

“Sister Weijia, when I was little, I was bitten by a snake in the mountains. It was Sister Hongguo who found me and then went to call Uncle Yao. My grandfather wasn’t home at the time. It was Uncle Yao and Aunt Yao who carried me to the hospital with money. It was also Sister Hongguo who caught the snake and took it to the hospital. Otherwise, I would have died.”

At this point, the little girl lowered her head and affectionately touched the hunting rifle in her arms. Her voice was still soft and gentle, but firm and resolute: "Grandpa said that Dad uses guns to protect everyone. I am not as great as Dad, but I can use the hunting rifle to avenge Sister Hongguo. Whoever bullies my sister, I will shoot them."

Wei Jia shuddered, turned around and ran quickly into her own courtyard, then pulled her bewildered sister-in-law out with her.

Wei Jia pulled the girl out the door, pointing at the little girl squatting against the wall, her hands trembling: "Second sister-in-law, hurry, hurry and do something about this girl, this is terrible."

"What's going on..."

Zhang Shengnan had been eavesdropping through the window with her husband in the yard when the little girl inexplicably pulled her out. Before she could even finish asking her a question, she turned her head and saw her little cousin, whom she had raised herself, squatting beside her, holding something that looked very familiar. She gasped, her pupils dilated instantly, and a roar escaped her lips.

"Liu Tiehua, who told you to steal your great-uncle's hunting rifle? Wait, wasn't it all taken apart and hidden away?"

Liu Tiehua instinctively shuddered, quickly shrank back, and hugged the thing in her arms even tighter.

The girl raised by the hunter grandfather was already wild in the mountains before she could even finish explaining herself. How could she be a truly timid and cowardly person? It's just that she lost her father at a young age and her mother ran away. When she was little, she was often mocked by some ignorant children for not having parents, which led to her developing a quiet personality.

However, because she received a lot of kindness and care from people in the village who were not related to her by blood since childhood, the little girl's character was not corrupted. Instead, she developed an extremely protective nature.

But Zhang Shengnan was different from this little girl. Zhang Shengnan was almost ten years older than her. When she was little, her grandfather had to support the family, so the little girl often lived in the Zhang family when she was still an infant. She was basically raised by Zhang Shengnan.

So for Xiao Tiehua, this older cousin was more like a mother than an older sister.

What is a mother? She's someone who, when you're tempted to flirt with the law, will not hesitate to grab you and beat you up!

Zhang Shengnan strode over, grabbed the little girl by the ear and pulled her up from the ground without saying a word. She then snatched the hunting rifle from Tiehua's arms and threw it into her sister-in-law's arms without even turning her head.

"Ahhh, sis, sis, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

Okay, this usually quiet little girl, who would only say two words a day and never a word more, is now behaving so lively.

Wei Jia was holding her great-uncle Zhang's treasured hunting rifle in her arms, and she was smiling very happily!

Serves you right, you little brat! At such a young age, you dare to talk back to me about shooting someone? Let's see who you can shoot now!

When Zhang's great-uncle heard his beloved granddaughter's screams from inside the house, he immediately dropped what he was doing, slipped on his shoes, and ran out of the house, thinking that the Dong family had arrived first.

As a result, the tall and strong old man had just poked his head out of the gate when he saw his eldest sister's granddaughter grabbing his precious granddaughter's ear and scolding her.

The old man's expression froze...

"Second Aunt..."

When Wei Jia saw the old man, fearing that he might misunderstand her second sister-in-law, she quickly spoke up. Just as she was about to explain, she saw the old man, who had already stepped out with one foot, suddenly retract it and even try to hide inside the door. Hearing Wei Jia's words, he looked over and his gaze fell directly on the hunting rifle in her arms.

Liu Tiehua's grandfather's expression stiffened even more: "That gun... has nothing to do with me. If Shengnan asks, just say I didn't come out. Also... she hit Tiehua, so you can't let her grandma hit me too!"

Wei Jia: "..."

I was overthinking it. Although my second maternal uncle is old, his fear of his sister hasn't grown old at all!

However, at that moment, a Jiefang truck with a Beijing license plate drove into the Qishui Brigade.

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