Farmers have children to raise

chapter 43
The fat black boy sneaked a look at his father's black face, and quietly put it on around his neck, and touched it twice before stuffing it into the collar of his clothes, and then he focused his eyes on Xiaojiu.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, and immediately saw the big sword in Xiaojiu's arms, and immediately changed his face.

"Father, why did you give him the sword? How many times have I asked for it? If you don't give it, you still beat me." The general's father was questioned.

The general's father stared.

The fat black boy was still saying, "If you want to give it, you have to give it to the hard fist. It's not fair. How can you do this?"

"Son, you are fair to me. After learning kung fu for a few days, it's not you. It's your nephew, a four-year-old kid. Are your fists harder than his? Are you ashamed to say that?" General father snorted coldly. .

Hei boy's face was flushed, his fists were creaking, and his face was full of dissatisfaction.

At this moment, Xiaojiu stood up, and threw the sword to the ground with a bang, not only the general's father jumped up from his seat in distress, but even the boy Hei panicked to pick it up.

Not caring about anything, he yelled at Xiaojiu, "How could you do this, what if you broke it?"

Xiaojiu looked at him and said, "It's broken, it's mine too."

"You..." Hei kid was always dumb, but now he pointed at Xiaojiu and was speechless for a long time, his face was black and purple, and he restrained himself from hitting him.

He didn't want to beat him, but Xiaojiu made a move, "Didn't you say whoever has the hardest fist and whoever has the best kung fu will win? Today I will show you who has the toughest fist." As he said that, he threw a punch.

For a man or a boy, the head can be broken, the blood can be shed, and the dignity is inviolable.

There was a fight here, but Baochun was in a hurry, "Father, stop them quickly, what should I do if I get hurt?"

The general's father not only didn't stop him, but also had an expression of watching the show, "Boys should be like this, let them fight, the feelings are all played out, don't worry, the black boy is stupid, but he is not bad, he knows it, no It will hurt Xiaojiu."

Baochun was about to cry, father, why don't you understand, what I'm afraid of is that boy Hei will get hurt, my own brat is so vicious, and his subordinates don't care.

Tell you not to care, wait for you to feel distressed later.

Sure enough, within a few rounds, the fat black boy was beaten up by Xiaojiu, and his face was even more bruised and purple.

"No more fights, no more fights." Hei boy begged for mercy, "The sword is yours, so give it to you."

Only then did Xiaojiu stop, picked up the sword from the ground and returned to Baochun's side.

Baochun slapped him across the face, annoyed, "He is an uncle, how can he treat his elders like this, how did he teach you before."

"As you said, on the field of competition, humility to the opponent is the greatest disrespect to him." Xiongzi spoke plausibly.

Baochun was so choked that he had nothing to say, she said a lot, how could he remember this sentence and use it here.

"Don't blame him, the boy is right, this black boy can't even beat his nephew, he deserves to be beaten." His son was beaten terribly, and the general's father naturally felt distressed, but he, who is a tough guy like a soldier, prefers the little boy Wine like this.

Bao Chun hurriedly stepped forward to rub the medicine on the fat black boy. During the process of applying the medicine, the fat black boy gritted his teeth, and remained silent, with a look of shame on his face.

Coming out of the general's father, Baochun went to the old lady, and was told by the maid that she was resting, and said that she didn't need to go to pay her respects, and asked her to go back to take a good rest. She was tired all the way, there were not so many rules, and she didn't have to see the sky in the future Greetings, and attached two greeting gifts.

The meeting gifts given by the old lady were just like Cui's, but Baochun handed them to Lan Xiang without even looking at them. They were nothing more than gold seeds, pearls, jewelry, etc., and they couldn't be exchanged for money casually. The general father was generous and affordable.

This old lady really doesn't like her enough, she doesn't want to see her even if she doesn't see her.

For dinner, the general's father ordered her and Xiaojiu to go over for dinner, but Baochun didn't go, saying that he hadn't packed it up yet, and would go another day.

The general's father sent someone to deliver a few dishes, Lan Xiang cooked some more, and rested after eating.

When I got back to the bedroom, Baochun retracted the foot he had just stepped in, and saw the sword hanging on the bedside, oh my god, what is this for, it keeps people from sleeping up?
With a sword hanging over your head, An Neng can fall asleep!
"Son, let's discuss, can we put it where it should be?" Baochun said to the brat on the bed.

The bear boy shook his head, "When you get used to it, I'll put it somewhere else."

Baochun was in a hurry, "Why should I adapt to it?" Co-author, you want it to come back for me to adapt to, can you be more strange, what is this called.

"It's longer and bigger than your belly-opening knife, so there's nothing to be afraid of." The bear gave her a sideways look, lay down on his own, and pulled up the quilt.

Baochun wailed, we are good citizens, how can we not be afraid, these are controlled knives in modern times, you can’t easily see them, if you see them, you will be afraid of three points, this is a subconscious behavior, okay, just like driving a car and afraid of running into the traffic police, That's right, you have to be afraid of three points. How can he understand the thoughts of ordinary citizens.

But this brat clearly wants her to overcome the fear in her heart, so she won't withdraw it.

With a bitter face on Baochun's face, he moved to the side of the bed step by step, turned his back to the head of the bed, climbed onto the bed, lifted the quilt, and hugged his son's small body.

At the beginning, we should strongly oppose it to the end, and the idea of ​​taking advantage of the petty advantage is really bad.

On the second day, Baochun undoubtedly had panda eyes. Lan Xiang asked with concern, but she didn't say a word, but glared sadly at the brat next to him who was eating chicken shredded buns as if nothing had happened.

After taking a sip of the millet porridge, Baochun suddenly put down the spoon, sighed, and thought to find a way to remove the sword on top of his head, otherwise, tomorrow he would not only have panda eyes, but also become a panda. Damn.

While staring at the back of his son's head and racking his brains, his developed five senses sensed movement on the east wall.

Baochun walked out calmly and looked, there was a head protruding from the wall, sneaking around, poking his head, with bruises that had subsided on his face, it wasn't the fat black boy, Shen Yan, who was beaten up by his own son.

This early in the morning, I climbed over the wall, what did I want to do, to seek revenge from my son?
(End of this chapter)