A 30,000-ton destroyer, you say it’s a fishing boat?

Chapter 105 Patriarch!

"That's right, Third Uncle, we are all from the same village after all. We can't see each other when we look up. I don't like to hear what you are saying!"

"Yes! Third uncle! I can't write two words "mo" in one stroke! So why are you out there?"

"That's right, our ancestors came here to settle down and spread their branches. This is the time for our Mo family to grow our family! How can you say this?"

Seeing these people arguing with each other, the village chief changed his usual honest and dull look.

His eyes slowly focused, and an aura called murderous intent emerged from him.

Holding the teapot in his right hand, he raised the index finger of his left hand to his mouth.

"Shh!"

"be quiet!"

"I still remember the good things you did back then! Cheating and abducting! Others don't know, but I know it very well!"

"You, Mo Feng, said you wanted to contract the fish pond, but it turned out that NMD wanted to dig sand!"

"You, Mo Fei, said that he wanted to contract the forest in the south! It will be used to raise pheasants! BYD cut down the trees!"

"You, Mo Wenqi, contract to raise kelp on the sea surface, and MD dumps garbage in it!"

"Brother Jun and I helped you carry it at first, and we thought we could help you all when you get rich!"

"It's good for you! I don't know him!"

"pretty good!"

"This time you said you wanted to celebrate the New Year together. I know what you want to do! So I agreed!"

"I just want to take this opportunity to make it clear to you!"

"You trash guys, whoever dares to ask Xiaoyu for help will be killed by me!"

After saying that, the village chief raised his hand to do the most glorious work, "Come on! Take a sip!"

He drank again.

The other people at the table were blushing. Maybe they had drunk too much wine, and it was hard to see if they were blushing.

Near the door, Mo Fei picked up the teapot and took a sip, then slammed the wine glass onto the table.

Then he stood up directly.

"Mo Guangzong! I respect you and call you Third Brother!"

"Don't think that just by being named Guangzong and becoming a village chief, it will be great. Now is a society governed by the rule of law!"

"I chop down trees! That's what I can chop down! If you can't chop down, just don't scream!"

"That's what you call jealousy!"

"Xiao Yu is my nephew! As an uncle, I came to my nephew for help. Is there any problem?"

"Here comes the King of Heaven! We must also obey the law!" After drinking, his voice was particularly loud.

Outside the ancestral hall, Mo Shu grabbed half a steamed chicken with both hands and touched it against the wall.

Looking at the roaring Mo Fei, Mo Shu gnawed on the chicken leg and asked, "Uncle Fei! What's going on!"

Mo Fei waved his hands irritably, as if he was swatting a fly, "Adults speak, children, get out of the way!"

Then, the hand he waved out failed to come back and was caught by Mo Shu.

"Uncle! Let's talk!"

"Who is following you..." Mo Fei lost his temper before he even finished half of his arrogant words.

Because Moshu opened his coat, revealing a white police shirt.

There are three handcuffs hanging on the waistband, including rose gold, rose silver, and star gold.

Letting go of Mo Fei's hand, Mo Shu tapped his fingers on the table.

"Speak nicely! Don't make any noise!"

"Also, I want to convey to you the opinions of the city. Who has Xiaoyu's ideas!"

"They just hit people!"

"That's all I'm saying! Keep going!"

Wiping his hands clean on Mo Fei, Mo Shu proudly pulled up the zipper of his coat, leaving only a collar outside.

After his son left, Mo Jun picked up the teapot and said with a smile: "Don't take it to heart, Xiao Shu has this kind of character! How many times have I told him!"

"Don't change at all! I'll take care of him when I get back!"

"I'll punish you with three drinks!"

After taking three sips of wine, Mo Jun's face appeared rosy and slightly dark, and he smiled happily. "Actually, during this Chinese New Year, I have something else to tell you!"

"I am the patriarch of this room!"

"But for so many years, I have always failed to live up to everyone's expectations! I can only barely survive!"

"So! I want to announce something!"

Pulling out his chair and getting up, Mo Jun walked steadily to the entrance of the ancestral hall.

The teapot is held high in the hand.

"Happy New Year to everyone! I'm here to wish you all a happy new year!"

In the open space outside the ancestral hall, all the men, women, and children who were eating nonsense put down their chopsticks, swallowed the food in their mouths, and grabbed the drinks in front of them and raised them high.

"Happy New Year!"

Holding the teapot and swinging it around, Mo Jun took another sip of wine and said loudly again:
"Here, I want to announce something!"

"From now on! The leader of our Tianhengfang clan! He is Mo Yu!"

"Don't think about being happy, everyone!"

"People! The most important thing is to constantly strive for self-improvement and have self-awareness!"

"Xiaoyu will definitely help everyone! But, I won't help cheating!"

"If you let me know who is using this name to trouble Xiaoyu! I will go to your house every day to eat, drink and have diarrhea!"

"That's it! Now let's ask our new clan leader to say a few words!"

Mo Yu was pushed to the entrance of the ancestral hall by the village chief and looked at the old and young people in the open space waiting for food with their mouths open.

He looked back at the village chief with a wry smile.

"At least give me some air after this!"

"What's wrong with you! Can you agree to it? Just say a few words! If you really can't speak, just say Happy New Year!"

"Ahem!" He coughed twice, drawing the attention of everyone in the open space. Mo Yu said seriously: "Let me just say a few words!"

As soon as these words came out, a look of fear appeared on the faces of the young people at work and Xiao Douding who was going to school at a speed visible to the naked eye!
It was as if these two sentences reminded them of something terrible.

"Everyone has good food and drinks! If the food is not delicious, then scold Mo Shu! They hired the cook!"

After saying that, Mo Yu quickly returned to his seat.

The people at the big wooden table had different ideas and all had bad faces. Only the three people at the top, Mo Yu, were eating very happily.

As soon as the Little New Year is over, it will be the New Year's Eve when it changes hands.

It was the first time that Mo Yu was keeping up the New Year's Eve alone. He was a little unaccustomed to it. Bored, he simply turned up the sound to the maximum and watched ghost movies all night.

Early in the morning on the first day of the new year, I went to visit the graves of my grandparents and parents, and found that everyone in the village had dark circles under their eyes.

Even the noisy children are much quieter.

Seeing Mo Yu passing by, Mo Ping's grandson trembled subconsciously.

It made Mo Yu feel distressed.

At such a young age, the child is already sick!
There is no other way. As an elder, I can only hold the mother of the child and persuade her with earnest words.

"If there is something wrong with this child, send him to the hospital immediately. There are people staying in the hospital during the Chinese New Year!"

The child's mother could only slap Little Douding on the buttocks, and Little Douding burst into tears.

"Uncle! Look, this child is very lively!"

"Then you still have to be careful!"

After finishing the explanation, Mo Yu drove to a familiar bookstore in the city, picked up a cart of books, and visited his uncle's house.

During the Chinese New Year, etiquette is more important than affection.

The two uncles happily took Mo Yu to reminisce about old times, and took the opportunity to bring out their grandchildren who were still in elementary school.

I want Mo Yu to share some learning experiences.

The young children were both surprised and frightened by the arrival of this cousin.

After all, no one wants to see a truckload of winter vacation jobs.

After playing mahjong with his old cousins ​​until the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Mo Yu slowly returned to the factory.

At the factory gate, there were three more cars of people.

(End of this chapter)