Chapter 151

There were more and more people watching the excitement; half the village probably ran over. But what they didn't expect was that the one arrested was actually Zhou Anbin. And the fake liquor that killed people was made by Zhou Anbin.

"Oh my god, I can't live anymore." Zhao Guifen sat on the ground, crying and howling with snot and tears, "God, what sin have I committed to be treated like this by you..."

"Zhou Andong!" As she cried, Zhao Guifen let out a sharp scream, climbed up, and pounced on Zhou Andong, who had been deep in thought, "Is it you? Is it you who is jealous that Anbin is more capable than you, so you called the police to have him arrested? You thousand-knife-slashing thing, I'll fight you to the death!"

Zhou Andong frowned, raised his hand to hit her, but finally hesitated and dodged to the side. No matter how Zhao Guifen behaved, she was still an elder. If he slapped her, it would be satisfying, but he wouldn't be able to stay in Tanghezi anymore.

Especially with his current status, if he were labeled as disrespectful to elders and arrogant, he would never be able to shake it off for the rest of his life; it was mainly just a bad reputation.

Seeing Zhou Andong dodge, Zhao Guifen was relentless and pounced again, claws and teeth bared. Zhou Andong dodged again, and then heard a crisp slap.

The whole world went quiet. Yuan Liying was glaring at Zhao Guifen with a frosty face: "Zhao Guifen, for so many years, you've made the whole family restless. I've been yielding to you and not arguing with you, not because I'm afraid of you, but because I can't be bothered to deal with you. Now you actually frame my Dongzi; believe it or not, I'll tear your mouth apart."

Zhao Guifen never dreamed that Yuan Liying would dare to hit her. She was stunned on the spot, touching her burning face, and only came back to her senses after a long while. Like an angry old hen looking at Yuan Liying, who was a head taller than her, she didn't dare to throw a tantrum again.

"Zhou Xiaode!" Zhao Guifen had nowhere to vent her anger, turned around, and rushed towards Zhou Xiaode, kicking him, "You useless thing, your wife was hit, and you didn't even let out a fart. Why is my life so bitter, marrying a coward like you."

Being hit by his own wife in front of so many people, Zhou Xiaode was a bit ashamed and angry, but he didn't dare to go against Zhao Guifen, nor could he do anything to Yuan Liying.

In the countryside, if two sisters-in-law quarreled and fought, even if they fought until their brains were out, it would only be treated as gossip after tea and dinner. But if an elder brother hit his younger brother's wife, it would definitely become a laughingstock for the whole village.

Moreover, his younger brother was paralyzed and had been lying on the kang for several years. You, Zhou Xiaode, as the elder brother, don't take care of or help, and now you bully your younger brother's wife; are you still a human?

It's true that Zhou Xiaode loved to take advantage of small things, but his brain was much better than Zhao Guifen's. How could he do such a thing?

"Alright, what time is it, and you're still making trouble?"

Hearing Zhou Xiaode say she was making trouble, Zhao Guifen was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She let out a howl and clawed at Zhou Xiaode's face regardless.

"Zhou Xiaode, I've been bullied like this, and you actually say I'm making trouble. Are you still a human?"

Zhou Xiaode retreated repeatedly, desperately protecting his face: "Enough, stop making trouble, hurry up and think of a way to save Anbin."

"Have you made enough trouble?" The old man came, "Your son broke the law and was arrested; is it glorious? Still making trouble at the gate, you shameful thing, get home."

Zhao Guifen was still a bit afraid of the old man and didn't dare to make trouble anymore, turning around and entering the courtyard.

Zhou Andong greeted his grandfather and turned to enter the courtyard: "Don't disturb me." Then he entered the side room, closed the door, sat cross-legged on the kang, and lit a cigarette.

Zhou Andong puffed on the cigarette one by one. It was now certain that Zhou Anbin had been set up, and the target was him. But what was the purpose of the other party doing this?

Zhou Andong frowned tightly, looking at the smoke drifting in front of him, his eyes becoming somewhat ethereal, without any focus.

I don't know how long it had been, and I don't know how many cigarettes he had smoked; cigarette butts were thrown everywhere on the ground. Zhou Andong's body slowly straightened, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Zhou Anbin had been set up, and the noose was around his neck. If he didn't want to watch Zhou Anbin be strangled to death, he could only find a way to use connections and find people to save that idiot's life.

But in doing so, it would be inevitable to leave behind a handle. With Tong Huaiyu's energy, by then, there would be dozens or hundreds of ways to put him to death.

Just now in the police car, he didn't say much, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't. Because in that situation, his meeting with Zhou Anbin and the words spoken could potentially be recorded. Now it seems, his decision at that time was how wise.

Zhou Andong got up, pushed the door open, and saw the whole family, including the old man, standing outside, looking at him with anxiety.

"Dongzi, are you okay?" The old man asked with concern.

Zhou Andong laughed: "Grandpa, what could be wrong with me?"

"Brother!" Zhou Anqin said: "You locked yourself in the room for more than an hour; everyone was worried about you."

Zhou Andong said: "I'm really fine, go back to the room."

Returning to the main room, the old man hesitated again and again: "Dongzi, some words, Grandpa shouldn't say, but I can't not say them. That little beast Zhou Anbin, making fake liquor and killing people, he deserves to die. But he is, after all, the bloodline of our Zhou family; if you can help, help him, as long as you can save his life."

Zhou Andong sighed: "Grandpa, this matter is very complicated and can't be explained clearly for a while, but I will find a way to save his life."

Yuan Liying wanted to say something, but finally swallowed her words. She looked down on Zhou Anbin the most, but no matter what, he was someone she watched grow up, and she couldn't watch him die.

"Dongzi, you can help, he is your brother after all. But you must act within your capabilities and absolutely must not do anything illegal or against discipline."

Zhou Andong nodded, picked up the car keys: "Xiaoqin, don't you like painting? Tomorrow you will handle the withdrawal from school, and then come to the factory to find me. I found a professional teacher for you, who will teach you art and cultural courses every afternoon. Next year, take the exam for the Central Academy of Fine Arts; as for whether you can get in, it depends on yourself."

"Really?" Zhou Anqin asked incredulously.

"Of course it's true!" Zhou Andong stepped out, "When have I ever lied to you."

Yuan Liying asked: "Where are you going?"

"Back to the dormitory!" Zhou Andong left the courtyard and got into the car.

To save Zhou Anbin's head, first he had to figure out if that Pan Xing was Zhao Jianlong's person, so he could have a targeted layout, let himself stay out of the matter, and not give Tong Huaiyu a chance to grab a handle.