"Dad, do you like our Teacher Qin?"

Walking on the countryside path back to Shanmiaotun, walking, and suddenly, Zhang Xiaoman raised his head, blinked his bright big eyes, and asked curiously.

A trace of the greed aura of an old hooligan was applied to Zhang Daman's face, as if Qin Lin's shadow was in his head like an island country action love movie.

"Hehe, do you think your Teacher Qin is beautiful?" He looked salivating.

Zhang Xiaoman said "uh", turned his head and said disdainfully: "It's that way!"

"Little bastard, how do you speak? What does it mean to be 'just that'? Can you find the second one in Shike Village who is more beautiful than your Teacher Qin?"

"Anyway, I don't accept it if you want her to be my stepmother!" Zhang Xiaoman muttered stubbornly.

"Hey, boy, are you looking for a suck? Is it easy for me to be a father? I am a father and a mother. I will raise you by soaking shit and peeing, so how do you respect your father?"

Zhang Daman flipped his eyes and glared at Zhang Xiaoman.

When he said this, his face did not blush and his heart did not beat, and he said it as if it were true. Anyway, he did not soak himself in a soaking shit or pee, but he had accepted this different rebirth. Zhang Xiaoman was his childhood self, but he was reborn. He returned to the same era as his childhood self, and his childhood self became his son.

事就是那么回事,也只有认命了.

"Daba, what are you doing in the county?" Zhang Xiaoman quickly changed the topic.

“老爹去县城干大事!”

Zhang Xiaoman had a pair of suspicious eyes. It seemed that since he remembered that Zhang Daman was either stealing or cheating. What big things could he do? I don’t know why, but he always felt that this bastard was unreliable and a bit miserable. There was no such thing as a rascal farmer like him, a typical second-rate man, a bastard.

However, he was also a little surprised by this bastard, especially when beating Yang Ronghua, he was so legitimate and well-founded.

"Why? Don't you believe that your father can accomplish great things?" Zhang Daman stared at Zhang Xiaoman, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You just wait to become a rich second generation!"

Zhang Xiaoman looked in contemptuously, "Damn, I have to remind you that you are just a farmer. No matter how much you jump around, you can't become a monkey who is the Monkey King. "

Zhang Daman grinned and smiled sinisterly, "What's wrong with the farmers? No, your father, I want to be a troublemaker. Since ancient times, those people have been prejudiced against farmers. They often have poor mountains and rivers, and they often have bad waters. Humph, in this life, I will follow their views on farmers, poor mountains and rivers, and be a troublemaker."

"Hehe, dad, you look like this, you are really a tough guy." Zhang Xiaoman was surprised by what he said, as if these words were not something he could master at his age, but for some reason, they just said it from his mouth, saying it so smoothly.

"Zhang Daman, you, your dog, father and son, have a narrow road!" The father and son bypassed the section of Tianjiatun, and suddenly a irritable voice came out. With a few "woof" dog barking, a big yellow dog jumped out. Immediately afterwards, Yang Ronghua, a bully from Shike Village, jumped out from the fork in Tianjiatun, blocking Zhang Daman and his son. Behind Yang Ronghua, there were seven or eight people standing, all with shirtless arms, thick arms, wearing vests, and their arms were tattooed with green dragons and white tigers, and their hair was colorful.

Zhang Daman glanced at him contemptuously, Damn, what era is this? I really think he is a gangster. Uh, he suddenly realized that this was not 2018, but 1992.

Even the young and dandy are not popular yet. If you think you have a tattoo on your arm, you really think that you are so stupid. You are so stupid. I haven’t seen any of them before. You are just a few thieves, with green onions in your pig’s nose, pretending to be like a elephant!

However, these sturdy and burly men, holding iron pipes in their hands, stood in a row behind Yang Ronghua.

Yang Ronghua is rich. In just one day, I don’t know where to get these seven or eight miscellaneous hairs. However, to be honest, when it comes to showing off, I’m still a little bit tender.

The gray and white old era was not bright and beautiful.

Especially in the innocent countryside, the autumn is clear and the air is cool, all things wither, the grass is falling all over the sky, and the withered and yellow.

Zhang Daman raised his hand, put his index finger into his ears, slid his ears, glanced at Yang Ronghua, and did not take Yang Ronghua and the seven or eight accomplices into his eyes.

However, Zhang Xiaoman tightly held his trouser legs with his small hands, hid behind him timidly, with a pair of bright big eyes showing a hint of fear.

After all, Zhang Xiaoman was young and naturally felt scared when he encountered such a situation.

Yang Ronghua swayed, walked straight forward a few steps, raised his hand, pointed his index finger at Zhang Daman, "Zhang Daman, fuck you, you dare to cheat me of my money. Today I asked you to spit out what you eat, and I will hit you until you are hemiplegic and incontinent."

Zhang Daman smiled grimly, pinched his finger joints with his left and right hands, making a "crunch, crunch" sound, twisting his neck, which was to move his muscles and bones. A pair of cold eyes shot at Yang Ronghua, "I found out that you were kicked by a donkey in your head, or did you get fucked by Xiaotian Dog, don't you have a memory, right? Why, want to fight? Just rely on these garbage!"

Proud!

Yang Ronghua felt a little nervous. Why did this Zhang Daman become so fierce? When did he become so arrogant?

"Zhang Daman, you... what the hell are you crazy about... why are you still standing there? Slash him for me!" Last time he suffered a loss, Yang Ronghua didn't give Zhang Daman a chance this time. If Zhang Daman comes to capture another thief to capture the king first, wouldn't he be in trouble? If he wants to show off this trick, he must first take action.

With a command, seven or eight strong men behind him swung the iron pipe, rushed over with a quick step, held the iron pipe, and smashed it at Zhang Daman desperately.

These people were very sure that even if they beat Zhang Daman to death, Yang Ronghua would be able to fight to the death.

Zhang Daman avoided sideways, picked up Zhang Xiaoman with one move, took a step, staggered his body, pushed Zhang Xiaoman away smoothly, and stepped five meters away, "Xiaoman, no matter what happens, keep running!"

Before he could finish his words, he had already clenched his fists, flashed, jumped out, and punched him straight into the throat of the accomplice who was rushing in front.

"Click!"

No one expected that Zhang Daman's punch was so strong that he knocked the man's chin with one punch, and his body was overturned by a punch. Zhang Daman grabbed the iron pipe in the hand of the fallen man, swung the iron pipe, and swept it across the sky, facing the iron pipe in the hand of the man who was rushing towards him.

"Clang!"

An iron pipe directly bent the other party's iron pipe, and the other party's mouth was numb, and his hand opened, and the iron pipe fell to the ground.

Zhang Daman snorted coldly, and the iron pipe thrust hard towards him. The iron pipe thrust on the other party's nose bridge, and "clicked" as if he could hear the sound of the bones of the nose bridge breaking. Blood splattered on the face and turned over and fell to the ground.

In just blinking, Zhang Daman had already knocked down the two of them. Yang Ronghua was stunned. Damn, is this possessed by Bruce Lee? Although I have heard that Zhang Daman has practiced Tai Chi, it is not so exaggerated or so fierce!
Chapter completed!