The First Son-in-law

Back in the courtyard, Xiao Sun rushed back without stopping, leaving Lin Xuemei feeling lost. There were several times when he took out his phone and wanted to make a call, but in the end he held it in. At this time, she really did not know who to call. There was a fight between the higher-ups and the people below could not get involved.    

    

Silently boiling a pot of water and placing it in front of Lin Xuemei, Qin Feng walked around the yard alone. Looking at the wild weeds growing all over the yard, Qin Feng suddenly had an impulse. He wanted to change the appearance of this place.    

    

He did as he was told. Qin Feng went into the house and changed into the sportswear he had brought. Then he rolled up his sleeves and started to dry. Fortunately, it had just rained in the capital. The ground was still wet. It was not hard to pull the grass out. After half an hour of work, he finally saw the results. The weeds in front of the yard had basically been removed. Qin Feng found the storeroom and found tools like shovels and hoes as he wished. However, they were all rusty. With a glimmer of hope, Qin Feng found a corner of the storage room. He didn't find any tools like whetstones. Helplessly, he found no tools like whetstones. All I could do was find a small stone and rub it against the shovel. Only then did he start to flip over.    

    

He flipped the ground, cleared the rubbish, and worked for nearly two hours. Finally, there was a trace of liveliness in the courtyard. At this time, the sky had also started to slowly turn dark.    

    

Walking out of the door, Lin Xuemei wanted to see why her father hadn't returned yet, but she happened to see Qin Feng busy cleaning up the trash. Looking at the yard that had been tidied up, an indescribable feeling welled up in Lin Xuemei's heart.    

    

"Qin Feng, come and take a rest." Lin Xuemei went into the house and took out a towel. She walked to Qin Feng and carefully wiped the sweat off his face.    

    

"It will be done soon." Qin Feng pounded his sore waist. "Since I have nothing to do anyway, I might as well clean up the yard. Right. Are there any flora sellers nearby? Let's buy some to plant.    

    

"It's already this season. Let's talk about it later!" Lin Xuemei said vaguely.    

    

Qin Feng did not say anything else when he saw Lin Xuemei was not interested in this matter. He knew that the person Lin Xuemei cared about the most was his father. However, what had happened to Lin Wanjiang? Why had he not come back yet? Didn't he say that he had applied for leave to accompany his daughter?    

    

Taking a sip of the water Lin Xuemei took out, Qin Feng once again immersed himself in cleaning up. He never liked to give up halfway. Besides, he had no way of dealing with other people's matters, so he might as well give up. Do something good!    

    

When everything was done, Qin Feng still did not see Lin Wanjiang coming back. He put the tools back in the storeroom. Qin Feng thought about it and decided to go out for a walk. If there were suitable flowers and plants, he could buy some back.    

    

He took note of the house number and went to the street. He walked in the opposite direction from when he left in the morning, relying on his senses. When he left in the morning, Qin Feng carefully observed that there was no market there. With the attitude of giving it a try, Qin Feng strode forward.    

    

He walked about a kilometer away. Qin Feng noticed that there seemed to be more people here, and they were all carrying baskets and things like eggs and meat.    

    

Qin Feng was overjoyed. Needless to say, it seemed that there was a market ahead of them. He jogged all the way, and Qin Feng ran forward.    

    

Sure enough, he ran for about three to four hundred meters. A market appeared in front of Qin Feng. Qin Feng was disappointed by the scale of the market. This market couldn't be called a market. There were probably only a dozen or twenty stalls in total. Some of them were buying groceries. There were a few shops that sold meat. Eh, what's going on? Why are there so many people?    

    

Qin Feng stretched his neck. He still could not see clearly what was going on inside. He quickened his pace. Qin Feng walked a few steps forward. There were loud shouts coming from inside.    

    

"Old man, it's none of your business here. Mind your own business. Save some energy and go to your coffin," a scolding voice sounded in Qin Feng's ears.    

    

"You... what you are doing is inhumane. It is... it is inhumane. It is unreasonable." Then, it was the intermittent voice of an old man.    

    

"Old man, if you want to be a Bodhisattva, you can go to the sky. Others are blocking my path to riches..." Another vicious voice was heard.    

    

What exactly happened?    

    

With his superior physical strength, Qin Feng pushed a crack open and entered. The scene in front of him shocked him.    

    

There were several cages on the ground. Pigeon, sparrows, and other birds were locked inside. There were a few dogs in a larger cage next to the cage. They didn't look very big either. Of course, such a scene didn't surprise anyone. The most shocking thing was that there was a shelf next to it. There were several bloody animal corpses hanging on the rack. There was even blood dripping from them. The floor was littered with bird feathers and dog fur.    

    

Even a young man like Qin Feng would find such a scene very bloody, let alone the flowers of the surrounding motherland.    

    

Two fierce-looking men stood beside the shelf. Although it was already evening, they were still naked with knives in their hands. Both of their targets were an old man.    

    

Judging by their age, the old man should be over 75 years old. Judging by his clothes, he was at least a retired old worker. The old man used his own body to protect the cages. Needless to say, he must have stopped the two of them from killing each other.    

    

"Old thing, did you hear that? Get lost!" Seeing that there were more and more people surrounding them, one of the men started to get impatient. He pointed the knife in his hand at the old man and started cursing.    

    

"No, you can't kill these lives!" The old man stubbornly used his thin body to protect those poor little animals.    

    

"Nonsense! If we don't kill them, what will we make money for? If we don't kill them, what will you eat? " It smells good when I eat them. Now, I'm pretending to be kind. "You're a dog with a beast-like face!" Another man pointed the knife in his hand at the old man's chest. "I'll say it one last time. Hurry up and get out of here. Otherwise, don't blame me for being blind with my knife."    

    

"Daddy? Who are you calling daddy? You don't even know who you're on when I'm around!" The old man's face was flushed red, but his body refused to leave the cages.    

    

There were quite a number of people surrounding him, and there were also quite a number of people pointing at him. However, no one came forward to say a word. Looking at the expressions on their faces, it was certain that they were berating this kind of behavior. However, there were some unreasonable phenomena in society that prompted them not to meddle in other people's business.    

    

"Damn it, I think you're really asking for a forfeit." One of the men finally could not hold it in anymore. He went forward and grabbed the collar of the old man. "I told you to get lost, did you hear me?"    

    

As he spoke, he exerted force in his hand. He pushed the old man away. How could an old man in his 70s withstand such a blow? His feet were unsteady, and he staggered and almost fell. Behind the old man, a man saw that the old man was about to fall to the ground. He did not go forward to help him. And he took a quick step back, and the people around him were just like him. They all took a step back in an orderly manner.    

    

Looking at their clothes, there was no lack of high-level intellectual people among them. However, when the old man was about to fall, they all chose to run away without exception.    

    

Qin Feng was not far from the old man. But it's not very close, either. At this moment, there was no time for him to think anymore. He could only take a big stride forward and hold the old man's back firmly.    

    

Qin Feng did not blame those who took a step back. The reason for this indifference was because of the entire society. It wasn't just anyone. Qin Feng had just read a paragraph on the Internet about the old man who helped the old man fall and was accused by the old man. It was about the old men who fell or were hit by other cars when the good people tried to help the old man fall or were hit by other cars. Not only did the old man not appreciate it, he even framed the old man for helping the old man. He would say that he was the man who hit him.    

    

Facing the fallen old man, if it was in the past, I believe most people would come forward to help. But now, when the Peng Yu case and the Xu Yunhe case appeared, This indisputable choice was a question mark on many people's minds. Support, or not support? For a moment, it became a problem that troubled the people's hearts. Thus, many people experienced a series of ideological struggles. In the end, due to consideration for his own safety, he chose to watch from the side or quietly slip away. So, there was "the old man's residential area fell for 20 minutes and no one supported him to death" "the old man in his sixties fell and no one supported him on rainy days" "The old man was worried that he would fall and no one helped him write a waiver statement that he carried with him" and so on.    

    

Alas, a society had fallen to such a state. It was unknown whether it was the progress of the civilization of mankind or the regression.    

    

As Qin Feng was thinking, the old man had already rushed forward again.    

    

"We can't kill him!" The old man didn't have time to thank Qin Feng for his help. He hurried forward and grabbed the man's arm, because he saw the man killing a white pigeon that symbolized peace.    

    

"Old bastard." The man did not even look at the old man behind him. He stabbed the old man's chest with a backhand knife.    

    

Qin Feng was shocked. The old man's momentum was forward. His body was thin. If he was hit by the knife again, he would die. The consequences...    

    

Qin Feng did not dare to think further. He grabbed the old man's arm and pulled him toward him. Then, he used the momentum to rush forward. At the same time, he reached out his right hand which was like an iron clamp. Just when everyone's hearts were about to jump to their throats, Qin Feng's hand grabbed the blade that was about to touch the old man.    

    

Qin Feng's target was the man's arm, but it was limited by the conditions. To be honest, his hand could only touch the blade. At that moment, he hesitated, but... He gritted his teeth and moved forward, because... If he gave up, he would definitely hurt the old man's chest. In comparison, Qin Feng felt that his injury was the best. After all, he was young and his body could withstand the torture.