Paraquat has a characteristic: it has terrible effects, but it does not exert force quickly, which will give people an illusion, as if there is enough time to save it.

In fact, paraquat will leave people with enough time to regret, but it will not leave any chance to survive.

The old man drank the pesticide solution from the half-sprayer. The doctor who helped the hospital followed the villagers who were asking for help. When he learned about this kind-hearted old doctor shook his head with a dim look: "There is nothing, there is nothing to do."

Yang Shuyong walked into the village with a blank expression. Someone grabbed him and said, "Village Chief, what are you doing? What are you doing here for the fourth uncle?"

The old man didn't care about his situation. He was just waiting for Hei and Bai Wuchang to take him on the way.

Everyone knows this, but after all, life is at stake. Moreover, the old man usually bows his head to everyone and doesn't look up. He is not a bad old man, but an old farmer who has been responsible for his whole life. As a result, this ended up really makes the villagers feel cold.

Yang Shuyong didn't speak and walked forward with no expression on his face. His dark face looked like an iron gut.

Ao Muyang followed behind and said, "Take the old man home first. Since the old man has no plans to survive, let him go back and put on his clothes and try to be as smooth as possible when leaving."

The more he said this, he felt sad. People were still breathing, but they began to plan their funerals. This was too much to see.

Yang Shuyong said, "I know, I'll settle the accounts first."

After entering the village, he turned around several alleys and stopped in front of the black wooden door of a family. The black wooden door was very thick, and there was a cesspool on the front side of the door, which led to a dry toilet inside through the courtyard wall.

A village man followed behind him. When someone saw this door, he sighed: "Village Chief, what's the use of coming back to find Fulin? Can he still find his conscience and save him?"

Yang Shuyong didn't say anything. He took a deep breath and jumped up violently, kicking his big foot hard at the door.

‘Bang’, the big wooden door swayed, and a dog barking suddenly sounded inside: “Woop wool wool wool!”

Yang Shuyong kicked one after another. He was burly, with strong legs, thick wooden doors, but they had been a while ago. After being kicked a few times, he swayed open.

An angry howl sounded in the yard: "Mala next door, who is this? What is this for?"

The person inside opened the door, and Yang Shuyong kicked him again without saying a word. The man was not prepared for this kick and was kicked so hard that he screamed and rolled to the ground.

Yang Shuyong was in front and a group of people followed behind. The big guy Ulala rushed into the yard.

The angry yellow dog showed a look of fear in his eyes. He quickly ran to the corner of the wall with his tail clamped. He was so scared that he could only roar, but he did not dare to roar again.

A woman with a big waist and a round waist ran out of the room. She howled, "Yang Shuyong, what are you doing? Why are you hitting my shopkeeper? What are you watching? Come and hold him up, is he crazy?"

The man screamed and got up. Yang Shuyong jumped up and kicked him two meters away like a football kick.

"What are you doing? Yang Shuyong, you are crazy next door!" The woman came up and teared him up.

She thought Yang Shuyong would not do anything to her. After all, beating women is not nice, especially Yang Shuyong, who has just become the village chief, has to pay attention to the influence, and he cannot beat women.

But she guessed wrongly. Yang Shuyong was merciless. After holding her with one hand, he slapped her forehand, slapped her back and forth, and slapped her forehand back and forth, beating the woman so hard that she couldn't open her mouth.

The villagers didn't come to fight, but a young man shouted, "Get good at fighting!"

Pushing the woman away, Yang Shuyong continued to kick the man on the ground.

The man screamed: "Brother Yong, what's wrong? What are you doing?"

Yang Shuyong kicked hard and gritted his teeth and said, "Mad, swallow the word "Brother Yong back! You are a Kiba, can you call Brother Yong? It's you! Can you call me!"

He kicked the man into the dry toilet, and the man was quite solid, but he was definitely not the opponent of Yang Shuyong who was furious.

After struggling for a while, he saw that it was useless, and the man endured the pain and wanted to run out.

Ao Muyang had quick eyes and quick hands. He turned around and waved his tail. He kicked him back with a kick.

"You still dare to run! You dare to run! You dare to run!" Yang Shuyong gritted his teeth and his face was full of ferociousness. He roared and kicked, and finally kicked the man into the cesspool.

The man screamed and suddenly covered in shit and urine.

His wife was scared and let out a howl like a pig slaughtering: "Call the police! Yang Shuyong beats people! The village chief beats people! The village chief forced the members to death!"

With Yang Shuyong taking the lead, other villagers were ready to move.

After hearing the woman's words, a young man pushed his head passionately, and he pushed it on the woman and shouted: "Did you make a draft? Liang Chunhong? The village chief didn't force you to death, it was you who made your father to death! Is the draft? Let's beat them together!"

Ao Muyang watched coldly, someone was about to rush forward with bare hands, but he stopped the man.

The man thought he was about to stand up, so he quickly said, "Captain Ao, this matter has nothing to do with you, you..."

"Try it with this." Ao Muyang untied the iron-buckled cowhide belt and handed it to him.

Yang Shuyong came back with a panting breath. He squatted on the ground and covered his face with his hands. After a long time, he said, "Old Ao, I'll let you laugh at me."

Ao Muyang said: "What kind of joke is this? It's not funny at all."

Yang Shuyong gritted his teeth and said, "Ding Fulin, this bastard, and his wife, I must beat them to death!"

Ao Muyang said, "Can you really beat them to death? Humph, I'm just saying a few harsh words, I'm afraid I won't dare to get seriously injured, right? In fact, it's useless for you to hit him. Some garbage is just to remember to eat and not to beat him. If it's in my hands, I won't do it. I will find a way to make them unable to stay in the village!"

Yang Shuyong spitted and said, "That's what you do!"

The crowd was excited and the alley was in chaos.

This matter has nothing to do with Ao Muyang. He took a look and left.

When he returned to the wasteland, the old man was still lying on the ground. The old doctor from the municipal hospital got a pack of ham sausages from somewhere. He sat next to the old man and pulled apart the ham sausages for him to eat, one after another.

The villagers who had gathered here had returned to the village. When they heard that Yang Shuyong beat the old man's son and daughter-in-law, they all went back to watch the fun.

Ao Muyang knew the old doctor. This is an internal medicine expert. Because he liked the scenery of the fishing village and hated the hustle and bustle of the city, he took the initiative to ask for a consultation in the village.

The two were very familiar with each other, Ao Muyang asked, "Teacher Zhu, here is the old man?"

The old doctor shook his head gently without answering.

The old man was open-minded and murmured: "It's better to cure it, and it doesn't need to cure it. It's seventy-five years old, enough, enough."

The old doctor handed the old man another ham sausage and whispered: "Brother, I really have no choice, I'm sorry."
Chapter completed!