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Chapter 4 The filial son beats the bowl, and the West receives

"It's better if I'm dead. After I'm dead, no one will beat me with a whip again." The thin sixth child who looked like a paper man muttered indignantly. Small, it can only cover half of it, and the exposed arms and legs are full of bruises of different sizes.

Among the seven children in the Zhang family, he was the sixth. Among the brothers, except for Xiaoxi, he was the youngest, the skinniest, worked the most, and suffered the most beatings.

Mrs. Zhang died, and the sixth child was the happiest one. In fact, at his age, he didn't know what death meant.

As long as he thinks that no one will beat them with a whip in the future, the sixth child will be so happy that he can't wait to have a party in Mrs. Zhang's mourning hall.

Whoever treats him well, he treats whom well, his world view is so simple.An old man who beat their brothers and sisters to death every day is expected to be sad when he dies?It would be nice if he didn't go to the Granny Zhang's grave to dance disco to celebrate.

The boss with slightly swollen eyes glanced at the sixth child. Although he didn't say anything, the effect was much better than that of the second child.

When the sixth child saw the eldest staring at him, he was frightened and discouraged, and muttered twice but no one heard clearly.

Seeing that Lao Liu had calmed down, the little fellows also lowered their heads holding mourning sticks and pretending to wipe away their tears.

The boss saw him like this, and whispered a lesson: "In the beginning, people in the village bullied our worthless man. You are so happy in grandma's mourning hall because you want to make trouble like that? Do you want to be the laughing stock of those people after dinner?"

"No matter how grandma treated you before, you should do the same thing now, you know?"

"Understood." The five little bean dings responded in a low voice.

Xiaoxi raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this, and took a few more glances at the biggest boy.

When the boss' eyes fell on Xiaoxi, his strictness turned into gentleness and pampering, fearing that the strictness just now would scare his stupid and speechless younger sister, so he coaxed in a low voice: "Sister, be good, squat here for a while, wait for grandma We can come back to eat after we are buried, and no one will beat us again.”

Seeing the boss coaxing Xiaoxi, the little Doudings all turned their attention to Xiaoxi, one by one, as gentle as if they were about to drip water.

what!Their sister is so cute!How could there be such a cute little sister in this world!
Xiao Xi, who was stared at by the six little bean dings, said: "..."

The way this group of spoiled sisters and crazy demons looked at her was terrifying!Especially since this group of little bean dings were all wearing borrowed mourning clothes and holding mourning sticks, it felt even weirder.

This is a mourning hall!
Mrs. Liu and a few men from the village walked over from outside at this time, and the six little bean dings who were out of place in the mourning hall immediately showed a very sad expression, crying and calling grandma while wiping away their tears.

Liu Shi beckoned to the boss for him to come out.

The oldest male in the Zhang family is Zhang Jiaxu who has just turned ten years old. It is customary here that the person who throws the pot must be a male, and only the female relatives will get the turn if there is no male, so the matter of throwing the pot fell on Zhang Jiaxu.

"mother."

"You can do whatever other people tell you later," Liu told her elder son.

"Mother, don't worry, I know what to do."

Liu Shi nodded slightly, feeling relieved.

She married into Zhang's family and gave birth to one child a year. She has given birth to seven children. Among so many children, only the oldest one reassures her the most.

The boss was led by the men in the village to take a rough bowl made of pottery. The master of ceremonies was a middle-aged man in the village, and the man shouted: "The filial son hits the bowl, and the West will guide him!"

(End of this chapter)