On The Doorstep

Suddenly, a large group of people came to Xiagou Village. There were about fifty to sixty of them.

"Isn't that Feng Laoliu from town?" A villager recognized the leader and peed his pants in fear.

The others were shocked and ran home.

Feng Laoliu ignored them and went straight to the end of the village. He stopped in front of the Song family's house.

The wall outside the new house had been built and the courtyard door was wide open. The people who were finishing up the construction work stopped what they were doing and looked at the group of people in front of them, at a loss of what to do.

Third Uncle He calmed himself down and forced a smile. "Gentlemen, how can we help you?"

"Get lost. It's none of your business." The lackey beside Feng Laoliu pushed him away impatiently. Third Uncle He staggered and almost fell. Fortunately, An Dong quickly caught him.