The first rich son-in-law

"Miss Tang!" Qinglin's eyes widened. She didn't expect Tang Zhiruo to be so impulsive, and it was too late to stop her.

And Jiang Beichen didn't want to stop it at all. After all, he couldn't accept such a thing as being buried with him.

Even if Tang Zhiruo didn't make a move, he planned to.

Woohoo!

At this time, Tang Zhiruo had already arrived in the middle of the team, and as soon as she approached, she heard whimpers coming from the box.Hastily went straight to the past.

"presumptuous!"

"Bold!"

"court death!"

When the team saw someone making trouble, they immediately shouted loudly!

They didn't expect that someone would dare to make trouble for such a solemn matter!
When someone rushed towards Tang Zhiruo.

But today's Tang Zhiruo is an out-and-out inner strength master, how can these people be opponents, even if they are knocked down.

Tang Zhiruo slammed the box, and with a bang, the coffin lid was torn apart. At this time, there was a little boy with a pale face lying in the box, and the other was a helpless little girl, only six years old. The seven-year-old, as if frightened, kept rubbing his eyes and whimpering.

"Sister, save me! Sister, save me!!" The little girl kept opening her arms to Tang Zhiruo.

Tang Zhiruo's heart trembled slightly, and she quickly carried the little girl out of the box.

But at this time, he turned around to leave, but he didn't expect to be stopped by these people sending off his relatives.

A middle-aged man in sackcloth and filial piety came out slowly, and said with cold eyes: "Who are you, put the child down quickly!"

"It doesn't matter who I am, but I can't let you guys hurt this little girl!" Tang Zhiruo held the little girl and confronted these people coldly.

The middle-aged man sneered: "Girl, is your tone a bit crazy? You are not from our Shangdang village, are you? You are a foreigner, why do you care about our Shangdang affairs, put the child down quickly, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Obviously, this middle-aged man is the father of the little boy, and this little girl is the object he found for his son to complete the ceremony. This little girl will most likely be taken to be buried with him.

And at this moment, someone in the team immediately took out the shotgun.

From the funeral procession, it can be seen that this middle-aged man is in Shangdang, and he is probably from a powerful family.

Tang Zhiruo didn't admit cowardice at all, but just sneered and said, "Is it reasonable for you to ignore human life? I don't care if you are the upper party or the lower party, if you dare to bully this little girl, pass me first!"

"Okay! You're looking for death!" The middle-aged man sneered and raised his arms.

Immediately, the shotgun was aimed at Tang Zhiruo.

Whoosh!
However, at this time, a small stone flew over suddenly, and the men with shotguns all screamed, and the shotguns in their hands were also thrown out.

"Ah, this..." The middle-aged man's face suddenly became tense, and he quickly looked into the distance.

I saw Jiang Beichen and Qinglin walking over unhurriedly.

"he is……"

"The one who carried the Dragon King?"

"God?"

And at this time, someone in the crowd suddenly recognized Jiang Beichen!
Because that day, when carrying the Dragon King, there were quite a few people from Shangdang, so someone recognized him right away.

And the middle-aged man didn't dare to act rashly now, he just stared at Jiang Beichen with flickering eyes.

"Foreigner, I have no grievances with you, why don't you go with me?" The middle-aged man said with a dull face.

After lifting the Dragon King that day, Jiang Beichen's name has spread to more than a dozen villages around him, and some people even regard him as an envoy of God.

He wouldn't want to offend Jiang Beichen if it wasn't necessary.

Jiang Beichen said lightly: "I don't want to make things difficult for you, but what you are doing is really feudal and vulgar. Now that it is a civilized age, I really don't advocate doing this!"

"This is the custom of our ancient Wu clan. It has been like this since ancient times. It's really nosy!"

"That's right, the rules left by the ancestors are like this!"

"This is normal. It's a tribute to the witch god and the sages. Isn't he an envoy? Doesn't he even understand this?"

"I think it's probably a fake?"

The people around were also pointing and pointing, and couldn't help talking about it.

When darkness becomes the norm, light becomes the fault.

Jiang Beichen deeply felt the gap brought about by this ideology.

He also knows that it will not happen overnight to change the ideas of these tribal people.

But now, he only wanted to save the little girl.

So he said: "Let's make a condition, how can we let this little girl go?"

"Let her go?" The middle-aged man sneered, "I bought this little girl from her parents for ten cows!"

"You want to buy?"

"Okay, I want to double it!" The middle-aged man sneered disdainfully.

Jiang Beichen frowned.

Twenty cows?

He might not even be able to take out one of them now.

"This jeep! Let's use this jeep to exchange, this is the head office, right?" Tang Zhiruo said suddenly with an idea.

Everyone was stunned for a while.

A jeep, and such a big one, would probably cost dozens of cows even if it was bought from Xiaheyan.

It's really not a loss to change to a little girl.

The middle-aged man's complexion is not very good-looking.

In fact, his conditions are not bad, and he doesn't care about dozens of cows. After all, this is a wife for his son.

But when he thought that Jiang Beichen might be an envoy of God, he didn't dare to offend easily, so he had to endure it.

He waved his hand and asked the servants to drive the car away.

But before he left, he muttered something, as if he was giving Jiang Beichen some advice: "Young man, you can save a girl, but it is impossible to save all the girls. As long as this custom is still there, this will happen again." thing!"

"Oh, by the way! My family is not the only one doing this today. The Liao family, the chieftain in the village, also has a ceremony to complete! Could it be that you want to save it too? Hmph!" The middle-aged man left such a sentence, snorted, and brought People leave.

When Qing Lin heard this sentence, his complexion changed, becoming ugly.