Chen Yu, who walked to the door of the noodle restaurant, said nothing to those gangsters. The gangsters all sneered and followed Chen Yu away.

Uncle Li finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this situation. He sat opposite Han Lang helplessly and said, "Is the young man a relative of the Feng family girl? The Feng family girl is a good person, but unfortunately her life is too bad..."

Han Lang raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong with Aunt Feng?"

"Oh! She originally had a prosperous business in this small noodle restaurant, and the men at home were also down-to-earth and willing to work hard, and her life was good. But just three years ago, something happened at her family."

"Three years ago?"

Uncle Li, the owner of the noodle restaurant, nodded and sighed, "The girl from the Feng family has a fucking sister, and the relationship between them is even closer than that of her own sister."

"Three years ago, she died of an accident. At that time, her sister was no longer here. The incompetent son in the family was also missing. Her brother-in-law's family was all a group of heartless beasts. She didn't care about her brother-in-law and didn't send her brother-in-law."

"The Feng family girl was so angry that she went to her brother-in-law's house to reason. As a result, not only was she driven out, but her man was beaten to the hospital by the family."

"There is such a thing?" A cold light flashed in Han Lang's eyes, which he had never understood.

Uncle Li sighed, "Yes! He was so careless! When the man was hospitalized, the Feng girl gave almost all the money on her hand. But she also couldn't bear to see that no one sent her brother-in-law, so she gave me the store and took the money to buy a cemetery for her brother-in-law to bury her."

It turned out that my father was buried by Aunt Feng with the money from the noodle shop... Han Lang took a deep breath and had seen his father's cemetery.

The names of their parents were engraved on the tombstone, but the erected man wrote his own name, and Aunt Feng did not leave her name.

Uncle Li continued: "In order to bury her brother-in-law, the Feng family girl almost lost all her money. What she did was a good deed, but she would not be rewarded if she did good deeds."

"Originally, after her man's illness recovered, her family's life seemed to improve a little, but last year her daughter was entangled by a group of gangsters. In order to protect her daughter, her man was almost beaten to crippled by those gangsters!"

"And those gangsters are still going to their house to find trouble every few days, and they can't live like this! Even outsiders are worried about me!"

So that's it...

Han Lang couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Unexpectedly, Aunt Feng paid so much for her father's affairs.

"Where is Aunt Feng living now?" Han Lang asked.

Uncle Li pointed out a direction and then sighed again: "Everyone says good people will be rewarded, but I don't know what's wrong with this world? Good people will not be rewarded, but those bastards who bully men and women live freely! Unfair, unfair!"

"The world is fair." Han Lang stood up and smiled at Uncle Li who was sighing: "A good person will definitely be rewarded, I said."

After saying that, Han Lang walked out of the noodle shop, and at this time, the silence had returned to the wolf jeep, and the car started and left slowly.

Uncle Li looked at the hundreds of yuan bills left by Han Lang on the table, shook his head and sighed: "Good people are rewarded? Haha, young people still have experienced too little! If there was really fairness in the world, how could I be bullied by those gangsters all day long..."

But before Uncle Li finished his sigh, six or seven yellow-haired gangsters suddenly rushed in at the entrance of the noodle restaurant!

"Uncle Li! Oh no! Grandpa Li! We will never dare to collect protection fees again! You are a lot, please spare us!"

After a moment, six or seven gangsters fell to their knees and couldn't help but kowtow to Uncle Li, crying.

"You, you guys are..." Uncle Li was shocked.

The gangster in the lead raised his head, and one of his bloody ears was cut off from his face!

He endured the pain and cried, "Grandpa Li! You will be our biological grandfather from now on. We swear to be a good person in the future and never charge protection fees when fighting! This is the money you have received from you in the past few years, and we will give you all the money you have received!"

Uncle Li was completely confused when he looked at the bloody banknotes in the gangster's hands. What was going on?

The gangsters cried loudly and said, "Grandpa! You must not want this money! Our lives are all in your hands!"

Little life? Uncle Li suddenly remembered the silence that had just taken the gangster away, and asked tentatively: "Yes, that young man who took you away?"

The gangsters nodded repeatedly: "It's... that master! He, he also asked me to tell you that good people will definitely be rewarded! He said that we will save our lives and let us be good people too..."

...

The Wolf Biao Jeep slowly stopped outside a dilapidated courtyard in the old city. Han Lang got out of the car alone, carrying a few packs of gifts in his hand.

"Aunt Feng, I'm back." As soon as he walked into the yard, Han Lang saw the familiar figure, but now the woman's back has been hunched over due to long-term fatigue, and her black hair has turned gray.

After hearing the sound, the woman who was hunching over her back and doing needlework was slightly shocked, and then slowly turned her head. The next moment, tears appeared in her turbid eyes, and the woman's voice was choked: "Han... Han Lang? Is it you?"

Han Lang smiled, walked over and grabbed the woman's hand and nodded, "It's me, I'm back."

"Here you are back! You are finally back..." Aunt Feng's lips trembled, the wrinkles on her face stretched and gathered, and tears flowed down the wrinkles.

Han Lang gently wiped away Aunt Feng's tears and said with a smile: "Auntie, you are still the same. I remember that when you mentioned my mother, you would cry like this."

Aunt Feng wiped her tears and smiled: "Your mother is the kindest woman in the world, she is my benefactor... I won't say that anymore, sit down! Auntie's yard is messy, you... don't dislike it!"

The courtyard was indeed very messy, with empty bottles and used cartons picked up from outside everywhere. There was only a small piece of open space in the entire courtyard, which was where Aunt Feng usually did needlework for the outside.

However, Han Lang didn't mind these things. He could tolerate even the dirtiest and disgusting places after ten years of war, not to mention that there are people closest to him here now.

Aunt Feng started to be busy with her waist hunched over. She poured Han Lang a cup of tea. The tea leaves were very thick and the soup was turbid, but Han Lang felt that the tea was very sweet, which was even more refreshing than the tea that cost hundreds of thousands of yuan per pot of tea in Muyue Tea House.

"Old man! Look who is here? It's Han Lang! Han Lang is back!" Aunt Feng pushed out a shabby wheelchair from the house. The middle-aged man in the wheelchair had a dull eyes, describing his thinness.

When Han Lang saw this man, he couldn't help but sigh. This was Aunt Feng's husband, Uncle Zhao, who was once a strong man. However, now he has been tortured by the pain on his body.
Chapter completed!