After sending my cousin back home, Wu Xiaoyu went back to sleep while my nephew Wu KanKan was kept behind by my mother, who was eager to have a grandchild.
Wu Xiaoyu was not a petty person, but he had no saintly inclination to forgive those who tried to harm him.
Even though encountering this strange event had a bit to do with that fool, he definitely wouldn't just let it go.
The reason he chose to intimidate them tonight by smashing bricks with his head, rather than giving them a harsh lesson, was not only because of the many bystanders but also to sell some face to the village chief in public.
With that old guy's temperament, if things got ugly between them, his chicken farming would probably meet quite a bit of resistance in the village.
After dismissing the idea of farming chickens in the field, he looked around the whole village, and the only place to raise thousands or even tens of thousands of chickens was the back mountain.
