Chapter 23: The real hooliganism

"Good!" Maya was very straightforward and agreed without thinking. At this time, Francis's father was sitting opposite Tribbiani at home in Qingshan Village, and outside the door, there were many villagers. Now Francis was buying fruits at high prices in the village, and the villagers were very grateful. When they learned that Tribbiani had come to Francis's house to play rogue, they all came over on their own initiative. Although they couldn't do anything to Tribbiani, they could at least stop Tribbiani from doing bad things. "Tribbiani, my family doesn't owe you anything, right? Why do you insist on not leaving?" Dracula was not fully recovered yet, and his face was still a little pale. He said helplessly. Tribbiani was a bachelor, the kind of person who could feed himself while his whole family was not hungry. He was also a scoundrel and a fool who could do anything. Even the people of Qingshan Village couldn't do anything to him. "Should I leave? Where do you want me to go?" Tribbiani crossed his legs and said carelessly, "You, Dracula Wang, have given birth to a good son. Francis is buying fruits in the village, which has cut off my income. I will have no money in the future. I also want to eat, right? I'm a fellow villager in my hometown, I have no choice but to come to your house to eat and drink." Tribbiani made up his mind and didn't want Francis to have a comfortable life. This morning, after Francis left, the fruit buyers in the county vented their anger on him, blaming him for provoking a monster like Francis for no reason, and beating him up. After returning to the village, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. All this was because of Francis. Now he could not buy fruit, the future would definitely be difficult. His own life was not good, and he would not make Francis's life easy, so he started playing rogue. When it came to playing rogue, he knew how to do it. Hearing Tribbiani's scoundrel words, the villagers couldn't stand it anymore and tried to persuade him one after another. "Tribbiani, you can't be like this. You are just acting like a hooligan." "That's right. You can't blame Francis. He charged a high price, so we naturally sold it to him." "You are young. Why can't you make money? It's not easy for others to do it, so don't go to other people's homes to make trouble." After listening to the villagers' words, Tribbiani's eyes widened and he shouted angrily, "Shut up! You guys, now Francis is buying fruits, and you are speaking for Francis, right? I tell you. Do not do it again. If you dare to say nonsense, I will go to his house to eat and sleep for a year!" In one sentence, the villagers were immediately shut up. They came here just to help and persuade him, and the best thing they could do was to persuade him. They didn't want to get into trouble. If one person provoked a scumbag like Tribbiani, he would not have a good life. An hour later, an off-road vehicle roared to Qingshan Village. Before the car arrived, Francis saw villagers surrounding in front of his house. Oops, something could have happened, right? Francis's heart skipped a beat. Before the car came to a complete stop, Francis jumped out of the passenger seat and rushed over. "Excuse me, excuse me." Francis squeezed through the crowd and entered the home. After entering the home, he saw Tribbiani sitting on a bench with his legs crossed and smoking a cigarette, while his father Dracula was sitting opposite Tribbiani, doing nothing. "Dad, where's mom?" Francis asked eagerly. "Cooking." Dracula pointed to the kitchen in the backyard and said. Seeing that his parents were safe, Francis breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he turned his gaze to Tribbiani and said in a deep voice, "Tribbiani, what are you doing?" "What am I doing? It's nothing?" Tribbiani said, "You, Francis, have cut off my money. How will I live in the future? I have no money to make, and I can't starve myself to death. I can only come to your house to eat." Seeing Tribbiani's rogue behavior, Francis had a headache. He had beaten Tribbiani twice, but it seemed to have no effect. To call the police? For this kind of civil dispute, Tribbiani would be detained for two days at most and then released quickly. It cured the symptoms but not the root. Unless he could kill Tribbiani, Tribbiani would always be a hidden danger to his parents in Qingshan Village. However, he couldn't kill. The killing was illegal. It was not worth risking his life for Tribbiani, a scumbag! How could you give him a lesson that he would remember deeply so that he would not dare to come to his house to play rogue again? Francis had an idea, and he had already thought of a way. Looking at Tribbiani calmly, Francis said in a deep voice, "Are you sure you want to keep acting like this? In Qingshan Village, others can't cure you, but I, Francis Wang, can!" "Just you?" Tribbiani's eyes flashed with resentment and he said, "I'm staying at your house today. Let me see what you can do to me?" "Are you playing rogue with me?" Francis nodded and said, "I will give you a chance now. Get out of here immediately, otherwise, you will regret it, and tomorrow morning, you will kneel down and beg me." "Begging you on my knees? Are you so frustrated and crazy?" Tribbiani laughed loudly and said, "Okay, I'll just stay here today. I want to see how you made me, Tribbiani Zhou, kneel down and beg you!!" All this time, in Qingshan Village, only other villagers knelt down to beg him, and he had never knelt down to beg anyone else. "Okay, then you can stay and have dinner at our house tonight. I'll buy a bottle of wine and we can have a good time." Francis nodded, turned and left the house. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect that asking you to buy fruits would get you into such big trouble." Walking behind Francis, Maya said softly. She heard what Francis and Tribbiani said just now. "It's okay! This matter has nothing to do with you." Francis shook his head. The conflict between him and Tribbiani was forged at the widow of Emily's house. As for the purchase of fruits, it only made the conflict further sublimated. When he came to the canteen in the village, Francis bought a bottle of wine called Old Village Chief. "Maya, please wait for me for a while. I'll go to the mountain for a while. I'll be back in ten minutes at most." "What are you going to do?" "Haha... you will know soon." Francis smiled mysteriously and ran towards the back of the hill in the village. Now the sky was completely dark. There were almost no people in the village. Francis spread his legs as if he were flying. In less than ten minutes, Francis came back, holding a handful of herbs in his hand. "What is this grass in your hand for?" Looking at the handful of herbs in his hand, Maya asked in confusion. "It's a good thing that makes that beast Tribbiani remember me deeply." Francis chuckled. If I just beat him, unless it hurt his muscles and bones and made him bedridden, he would still jump out. I had beaten him twice before, and it had no effect at all. If the beating was serious, he would probably be prosecuted and imprisoned. Therefore, this time, he couldn't use force to solve this matter. Besides, using force all the time would make him look useless. After receiving the inheritance from his ancestors, if he couldn't deal with even a little scoundrel, wouldn't he lose face to his ancestors? It was embarrassing, and it was better to buy a piece of tofu and kill himself.