Wearing the cannon fodder little koi in the imperial examination essay

Chapter 49

Song Xinglin's accusation without a smile, there is something in his words, and he hides his knife in secret. Just now he asked Yu Su confidently to keep the dowry at the bottom of the box, and Zhou Caihua, who pretended to help keep it, quit.

She still feels wronged.

If you want to swear, Zhou Caihua feels inexplicably tense when she sees her second grandson's non-stop gaze, and subconsciously dare not argue any more, so she can only mutter aggrievedly to refute.

"Who, who bullied her? Don't, don't talk nonsense."

"Oh, is that so?" Song Xing smiled.

Zhou Caihua wanted to nod subconsciously, but because of a guilty conscience, she didn't order at all, "Yes, yes, right? Erlang, your grandma and I have half a foot in the coffin. Your man, your guest, a baby, I really didn't bully her! If you don't believe me, ask your uncle, your parents..."

If she had been more assertive in her words, everyone would have believed her evil, but unfortunately, her confidence was too weak.

"Heh!", does he still need to ask?It's not like I don't have eyes to see and ears to hear, "Grandma, if you ask my guest to force the silver at the bottom of the box, this is not considered bullying her, so what is bullying? Grandma, if you have the ability, you can also ask my uncle, ask My stepmother wants to press the bottom of the box, see if they will give it to you."

Zhou Caihua choked to death when she said this, and she wanted to try her best to refute it because of her embarrassing face. Luo Ximei and Zhou Yan, who were robbed of their meals, couldn't see Song Xinglin being so arrogant.

Especially Zhou Yan, she herself wished Song Xinglin would die, and now she was driven into a hurry, the damn bitch was trying to trick the old godmother into taking her private house, how could Zhou Yan bear it?
Immediately, he jumped out and pointed at Song Xinglin, and Yu Su who poked out half of his head behind him began to curse.

"Okay, good you Song Erlang, you bastard, you have yellow eyes that no one takes care of!! You and your wife openly challenged your elders in order to grab a stutter. Your grandmother is one of your grandchildren, can you?" Did you slander? Also, the little girl Pianzi behind you is still robbing our elders of food, okay, I know, you must have ordered the girl Pianzi to do this behind your back, right? I said why did you come back like this? timely……"

Seemingly thinking that she was right, Zhou Yan was very confident, so she slapped her thigh and cried.

"Well, you Song Erlang, your unfilial sons and grandchildren have yellow eyes, it's fine if you don't recognize me as a mother, who made me a stepmother, because you ordered the diners to rob me of my meals, and wanted to starve to death my mother-in-law I also admit it, but Erlang, you shouldn't, you shouldn't question your grandpa, you shouldn't contradict your grandma, you are disrespectful, disobedient and unfilial, and you are going to be imprisoned by the officials Yes..."

The button of the pot was a bit big, and Yu Su, who was shrunk behind Song Xinglin's back, couldn't help opening her small mouth in surprise, looking at someone singing and beating.

Song Xinglin was also irritated by his stepmother's shamelessness and her blatant sowing of dissension.

He laughed back angrily, "Okay, okay! Since eating a meal is not peaceful, then don't eat all of it!"

Since there is no reason to talk to these people, then there is no need to talk about it.

Song Xinglin was so enraged that he didn't say any more. He quickly stepped forward, directly reached out to hit the table above, and grabbed the edge of the Eight Immortals table with force, about to flip the table.

Song Baochang and others sitting around the table had been silent just now, because they knew Song Xinglin's temperament too well. They had been on high alert since Song Xinglin's voice sounded and they entered the main room.

They, who have always been accustomed to letting women come forward, saw that Song Xinglin had a disagreement and wanted to attack again. At the critical moment, Song Baochang, Song Dayou and others all made their moves at the same time. When the Eight Immortals table began to tilt, they were all nervous, Starting from all directions, they pressed down on the table with all their strength.

"Erlang stop!"

"do not!"

"Don't lift the table!"

"don't want……"

"Oh, my bowl, my dish...no!"

"Song Xinglin, you son of a bitch with yellow eyes, you're doing this trick again..."

The main table became a mess in an instant, and everyone wanted to put their whole body weight on the table.

Just kidding, I just started eating, the food on the table hasn’t been touched yet, and the farmhouse rarely has meat, and there is a large pot of stewed meat dishes in the middle of the table. Although it is left over from the wedding banquet, it is real Hun Xing, Hu Xing!

If this bastard's second child is blown up, they are afraid that they will all die of heartache, and they will probably have to toss and turn at night to sleep badly.

And besides the food being spoiled, if the bowls and plates on the table are all broken, wouldn't it cost money to buy them again?

Thinking of this, Song Baochang led his sons and grandchildren to work harder and harder, trying to subdue the tilted table.

Unfortunately……

It's that they are all farmers who are used to doing farm work, but they always overestimate their own abilities. All of them together are not Song Xinglin's opponent.

Seeing that the tabletop is tilting more and more, the tabletop is getting steeper and steeper, and the bowls on the table are beginning to slide down. The old lady and a few women try their best to stop and protect them, but they can't stop them. Song Baochang compromised. .

He looked at Song Xinglin helplessly, with a bitter look on his old face, "Erlang, what are you going to do?"

Song Xinglin, who still had some energy left, looked at his grandfather who was looking at him with pleading and shame in his eyes, with a cold tone.

"Grandpa, I didn't make trouble."

"If you're not making trouble, you still want to overturn the table and tear down the house?"

Song Xinglin didn't let go of the hand that was lifting the table, he shrugged his shoulders jokingly like a hob meat.

"At first, I didn't want to, but who made me and my guest feel wronged? I am a person. When I am wronged, my mind goes blank. Once I get confused, I will do something involuntarily, even myself. It's something that I can't control well, Grandpa, it's really not my fault, and it's really not something I can decide on my own..."

Song Baochang was so pissed off by his second grandson's stubborn attitude that he felt like his heart was so angry that he couldn't beat. He gritted his teeth in hatred and panted heavily, "You, you...what are you going to do?"

how?

Song Xinglin looked at Song Baochang, his grandma, uncle, and stepmother who were hurriedly picking up the vegetable bowl.

"Grandpa, it's not what I want, but what my grandma, my uncle, and my 'good' stepmother want." A certain person looked innocent.

Song Baochang knew very clearly in his heart that this crazy grandson could not be allowed to continue to make trouble like this, otherwise a mere table would not be the goal of this crazy boy at all, it might just be the beginning.

He can't beat and beat, scold and scold, he can't win, this dead boy is like a hob meat, he loves and hates him so much, if he can use all his tricks to outsiders?

Unfortunately……

When Song Baochang was distracted and sighed in his heart, Song Xinglin secretly increased his strength again. In a blink of an eye, Song Baochang and others felt that their hands were hurting and they couldn't bear the strength. There was no way, Song Baochang hurriedly shouted at the three women.

"Hurry up and talk, what are you still doing? Wait until Erlang smashes the table?"

The three women who were named were all stunned

"Say, say what?"

say what?Before they could react to what they wanted to say, Song Xinglin spoke for them first.

I only heard Song Xinglin ask in a cold tone:

"Auntie, are you still crying that my guest is bullying you? Stepmother, are you still going to continue to sow discord? You want grandma, and you still want to help my guest keep the dowry at the bottom of the box?"

All three of Zhou Caihua were speechless...

Song Xinglin didn't give them a chance, seeing that they were still pretending to be stupid with him, but Song Xinglin didn't plan to accompany him anymore.

He looked at Song Baochang's innocent shrug, "Look, grandpa, it's really not the grandson who wants to make trouble, so the grandson should overturn the table. Since we can't eat, let everyone stop eating..."

"no, do not want!"

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