Gu Qing's mood was very calm. Even though the blood on the foreheads of the comatose Ding brothers was bleeding all over the floor, looking shocking and like a massacre, Gu Qing's heart did not waver at all.

Through the ups and downs in his previous life, he has learned to use his fists to solve problems.

Whether it's someone who bullies him or wants more life resources, fists can solve it. When he was young, he even believed in the extreme that violence could solve all problems in the world, including maintaining world peace.

Absolute strength crushes the past, crushes all dissatisfaction, and there is no voice of opposition in the world. Isn't this peace?

Of course, this was his immature youthful nature after all. Later, after studying, joining the workforce, and being slapped countless times by reality, Gu Qing gradually learned to tolerate it. He understood that violence could no longer solve all problems, but that it could truly solve them.

The problem is the brain.

However, in this life, after being retaliated against by the Ding brothers over and over again, Gu Qing felt that he could no longer rely on his brains to deal with such people. His fists were more reliable and could relieve his anger.

Therefore, Gu Qing aroused his long-lost violent temper. He decided to treat this Shiqiao Village as the orphanage in his previous life. Since he could not convince people with virtue, he would convince them with force. He must firmly occupy the position of village hegemon, and he must not

Let out.

So what if you make enemies with others? It will scar two lives, but it will only add a few more wounds.

In his previous life, he had learned to lick his wounds alone, how to heal himself in the fastest way, and how to relieve his loneliness by silently counting the ice edges under the eaves in the dead of night.

Gu Qing has always been a patient, but he just doesn't like to show his bloody wounds to others.

"What should we do next?" Song Gensheng looked at Gu Qing with fearful eyes, pointed at the unconscious Ding brothers in front of him, and said with a wry smile: "This can be regarded as a deadly feud..."

Gu Qing sneered: "Are they qualified to enmity with me?"

Song Gensheng sighed: "But you can't kill them, and there's nothing you can do about them."

"They are a scourge, and the scourge must be eradicated. If it cannot be eradicated, then find another way..." Gu Qing paused and said: "Bad people need to be educated."

"educate?"

Gu Qing did not explain, but asked Song Gensheng to find two ropes.

Tonight, Song Gensheng finally saw the world. After seeing the scene of Gu Qing reprimanding the village bully, Song Gensheng felt that he had grown up instantly and was a person who had experienced great storms. At least within the scope of Shiqiao Village and among his peers, he would

Look at their childishness with what you think are the vicissitudes of life.

So he became less timid now and honestly followed Gu Qing's instructions and searched around the Ding family's house for ropes.

Gu Qing looked around, exhaled, and his eyes showed joy.

"The house is a little dilapidated, but it's pretty good. Okay, it's decided. From now on, this house will be named Gu!"

Pacing back and forth in the yard, Gu Qing looked carefully. Some places needed to be repaired and some things needed to be replaced. The tiles on the roof seemed a bit broken and needed to be replaced.

After the happy grudge, there was still work to be done to deal with the aftermath. Gu Qing couldn't be as cool as "getting dressed and leaving". After all, this was his own house and he couldn't walk out of it.

Song Gensheng searched in the house for a long time and finally found two pieces of hemp rope. Like a cheerful little white rabbit, he ran over and handed them to Gu Qing.

Gu Qing did not answer, and asked humbly: "You are a scholar, I have a question to ask you."

"You asked."

Gu Qing looked solemn and said in deep thought: "If... I want to legally and legally turn a robbed house into my own, what can I do?"

Song Gensheng was stunned: "Ah?"

This... what kind of tiger-wolf question is this!

For thousands of years in China, have any sages taught others how to rob?

Song Gensheng looked at Gu Qing blankly and said nothing for a long time.

Seeing that he didn't move, Gu Qing couldn't help frowning and said: "You don't know either? Are you reading all the books in vain?"

Song Gensheng took a deep breath and said in a calm tone as much as possible: "That's it, I have actually read the book, but it only teaches worldly principles. As for how to turn the stolen house into your own, this...

…I swear, this is never taught in books.”

Gu Qing was a little disappointed, thought for a while, and then said, "Do you have any suggestions?"

Song Gensheng quickly glanced at the Ding family's yard and said, "You want to occupy this house?"

"The word 'occupation' is not very accurate. We should say 'compensation'. They burned my house, so of course they have to compensate me for a house. It's natural and natural. What's wrong with that?"

Song Gensheng fell into deep thought.

It sounds reasonable, although something seems not quite right...

"Uh, so the Ding brothers' house belongs to you from now on, right?"

Gu Qing nodded: "Yes, they are all mine."

"What about the Ding brothers? Where do they live?"

"Of course they live here too. There are kitchens, stables, and latrines. They have many places to choose from." Gu Qing paused and then said, "I will take good care of them and make them feel at home."

Song Gensheng's cheeks twitched, and his mind was a little confused at the moment.

After a long silence, Song Gensheng said softly: "If you want to take the Ding family's house as your own, you will have to find their house deed, write a pledge and sale document, have the Ding brothers stamp their fingerprints on it, and finally hand it over to the

If the elders in the village notarize it, this house will be yours..."

Gu Qing murmured: "It turns out that what I said when I just rushed in, 'hand over the real estate certificate,' was a guidance from God..."

Looking at Song Gensheng lightly, Gu Qing said: "The idea is so thorough, what a bad scholar."

Song Gensheng pursed his lips. It was related to the scholar's reputation, but he finally had the courage to say: "The scholar is not bad in the first place, but he is forced to become bad because he is afraid of being beaten."

Gu Qing laughed, patted him on the shoulder and said: "You are still stupid because of reading. How can people in this world only use 'good people' and 'bad people' to distinguish them? Good people do more egregious things like male theft and female prostitution than bad people."

Pointing at the Ding brothers in front of him, Gu Qing said: "Are they bad people? Of course they are bad people, but their badness is written on their faces, which makes people know to be wary of them, avoid them, and be afraid of them at the first glance. This kind of bad people

The bad guys with faces written on their faces are actually the ones who don’t need to be wary of the most. What we really need to be wary of are the people with ‘good guys’ written on their faces. If they want to do evil, they will destroy their families and people at the least, and destroy the city and the country at the worst.”

Song Gensheng stared at his face with strange eyes and said: "You have changed so much. You couldn't have said these words before, and you understand more than me, a person who has read books."

Gu Qing sighed: "Principles are learned after being slapped one after another. There is no benefit in knowing more. It will only make your own temperament colder and colder. It is better to live stupidly, like you, with eyes wide open.

There are only good people and bad people in it, how romantic."

Seeing Song Gensheng's confused look, Gu Qing said: "From now on, you will be charged for talking about life with me. Now, tie these two people up."

Song Gensheng said in a dilemma: "How to tie me up?"
Chapter completed!