Strongest Wastrel

The village had a small population. It was one of the most remote villages in the Eastern Tomb. There were only twenty or so families here, and most of them were farming for a living.    

I turned all the way, got off the highway and abandoned the car. I took several rural passenger cars before I arrived at the village entrance.    

At this moment, it was ten in the morning. Most of the farmers were working in the fields around the village. When they saw me at the village entrance, many of them flaunted themselves.    

"Yo, isn't that Brother Li's son?"    

"Shaobai is back?" I saw you on TV and now I'm getting lucky. "    

"Your dad just returned home. Hurry up and go home. We'll welcome you back at your place later."    

"Your mother has been home for a long time, and she hasn't come back yet. Only your father has become a lonely old man."    

"..."    

This is the land that I am most familiar with, and it is filled with local people. As the village is relatively small, everyone is like a family, very united.    

"Sigh, I'm back. Look at my father." I endured my sleepiness and reluctantly greeted the villagers. Then, I wobbled and absentmindedly returned to my house.    

My house is in the middle of the village. The house isn't big and the decoration isn't beautiful, making me look very poor.    

Pushing open the courtyard door, I lost all my strength and fell to the ground. Vaguely, I saw a pair of muddy shoes hurrying towards me before I fainted.    

When I woke up, I was in my own room, and the air was heavy.    

My father was sitting on a chair beside the bed, smoking a cigarette and reading a newspaper with his legs crossed.    

"Father …" I shouted with difficulty.    

Just as he was about to get up, my father calmly put his hand down. "You're lying down, don't move. I've drugged you. You won't die, you'll be fine in a few days."    

I looked at my chest. The upper part of my body had been stripped away, and the wound was covered with herbs.    

Then my dad started reading the paper again, ignoring me.    

If it had been before, I would have thought I was paying for the call. Your son is so hurt, you wouldn't even have asked why.    

But now, I feel that my father is very powerful and can't hide anything from his eyes. He naturally has his reasons for not asking, and maybe, he knows it even better than I do.    

After reading the newspaper for a long time, my father put it down, got up and stretched, "I'm going to cook, the villagers are coming over later, let's eat together, remember to get up and don't oversleep. Since we have returned to Dongguan Village, no one will tell anyone that you are here."    

I hastily replied, "Father, I …"    

Halfway through, I didn't know what to say.    

My father looked back at me and said with a straight face, "I will stay here until your injuries are healed, and although I am your father, you have grown up and must have some responsibility. You can hide for a while, but it is not like there is no turning back. This is the path you have chosen. "    

With that, my father left the room.    

I silently lay on the bed, thinking about what my father meant. He clearly said that he would only let me stay until my injuries recovered before leaving. The reason was very simple, he didn't want to help me forever and this matter can only be resolved by me.    

If you want my dad to help you with everything, then what have I become?    

Gradually, I understood it as well.    

As for this' turning point ', there is no other way other than to increase my strength. My father will not help me, nor will he try to force me to do so. It will all be up to me.    

"..."    

At six in the evening, all the villagers came to my house and started shouting outside.    

"Yo, Old Li, your son is really promising. Our village already knows that his son has become a rich man."    

"Old Li, your son is so rich, why didn't you follow him? Staying in the village all day long, how can that be disrespectful? "    

"Old Li treats money like dirt. When we had something to do in the past, which time wasn't Old Li helping us?" He always pays the most. "    

My father responded amiably outside, but he could not resist the curiosity of his fellow villagers. One by one, they all rushed into the house, saying that they wanted to go into the room and see me.    

However, when the villagers entered and saw me lying on the bed with wounds all over my body, they immediately stopped talking. They were so frightened that their faces turned pale.    

"What's going on?"    

"Shaobai, what are you doing?" Who did you offend this time? "    

I waved my hand with much difficulty before I replied smilingly, "I'm fine. I just got injured accidentally."    

The villagers couldn't help but look at each other. They seemed very nervous, as if they were sure that something had happened to me, but no one said anything.    

At dinner time, I forced myself out of bed and sat at the big round table with my fellow villagers.    

Surprised, the villagers began to persuade me to go back to the house and have someone bring me food.    

I refused and said, "It's fine, just a small injury. Since my elders have come, how can I stay in the house? This is for my welcome. "    

When my father heard this, he stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth and did not say anything.    

When the surrounding villagers saw this, they also tacitly agreed. One by one, they started to serve me food.    

But at this moment, a short youth walked in from outside. He was extremely thin, as if his body had been hollowed out by alcohol and sex.    

I immediately recognized it. It was Liu Sangou. Previously, I didn't get along with him, but now, he has become a well-known and outstanding young man in the village.    

When Liu Sangou arrived, the villagers immediately gave him a seat.    

"Yo, aren't these the three dogs? Hurry up, we're just short of you. How did you get here? "    

"Old Liu, seriously, Shaobai is so happy to be home, how can he be late?"    

"Haha, I think the three dogs have a lot of work to do in the town. They've just finished their work."    

Liu Sangou seemed to enjoy this kind of gaze a lot as he sat down proudly and took up three cups of alcohol to punish himself. But after drinking it, his drug addict face immediately darkened as he stared at me with hostility, "Brother Shaobai, I didn't expect that in just a few years, you would become the richest person in the city, I'm so envious of you. I thought you got this money from the city's Ling Family."    

With that said, the entire dining table quieted down. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Liu Sangou was mocking them.    

Liu Sangou's father, Liu Dali, immediately put down his chopsticks and shouted, "What did you say? Stop talking nonsense and eat your food. "    

Liu Sangou didn't listen and sneered, "For such a person, how could you make such a big scene and let so many people do the dirty work for him. How come I, Liu Sangou, don't have this kind of treatment?"    

"Shaobai is the wealthiest, we all owe Old Li a favor, how can you compare?" Liu Dazhi opened his eyes and pulled Liu Sangou's hand, then looked at me and my dad apologetically.    

However, Liu Sangou suddenly stood up, and in front of all the villagers, he pointed at me and said, "What dog shit is the wealthiest? For people like him, don't hurt our village. He's already on the news and only you old antiques don't know about him. He's a murderer! "