Many people lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word.

The second boss swallowed his saliva and said bravely: "Do you think you can become the leader of this bandit den by relying on despicable means to get our first boss to lie down?"

After the daughter-in-law became a mother-in-law, she had been sitting in the second-middle seat for two or three years, and she had been waiting to sit on that white tiger-skin chair.

This little boy? Humph, he’s pretty much his own son!

"Even if the first master said that the strong are respected, have you compared yourself with us brothers? Why do you think you are number one?" asked the second master.

As soon as he finished speaking, he received a slap on the face.

"Who? Who hit me?" He covered his face and took two steps back, yelling.

Everyone in the hall looked at each other and shook their heads.

"I hit him," the little boy said.

The second master's heart trembled. It's so fast. Is this a real master?

"Then let's compete...ah!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the second master's body rose into the air just like the previous person.

But the difference was that the man before was kicked out of the hall and rolled under the steps.

The second master's body hit the wall on one side, then bounced back and fell heavily to the ground.

He spat out a mouthful of black blood and picked his chin with a sharp knife.

"Do you still want to compete with me?" The little boy had appeared in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

"Look at my knife and give you a chance to organize your words."

The little boy's innocent smile was obviously harmless.

But now in the eyes of everyone, he is as scary as a demon.

Cold sweat was pouring down from the second boss's forehead, "Group, it's organized..."

"Okay, tell me." The little boy said with a smile.

The second master raised his hands tremblingly and made a fist: "Little one, little one, kowtow to the first master!"

…

Changping Village.

"Ping'er, you are finally back. You have been gone for half a year. We don't know how many times we have talked about you!"

In the spring rain of apricot blossoms, Yang Ruoqing stood on the road at the door holding an oil-paper umbrella, greeting Ping'er and Huahua who got off the carriage.

Ping'er smiled and said to Yang Ruoqing: "I have wanted to come back for a long time, but there are many things over there that have kept me from going away, so it has been delayed until now."

"Qing'er, I have a lot to say to you!"

Yang Ruoqing also smiled and said: "I also have a lot of things to ask you. Come on, let's go into the house and talk slowly."

Entering the house, Yang Ruoqing pulled Huahua in front of her and looked at her carefully.

"I haven't seen you in half a year. Huahua has grown a lot taller," she said.

Huahua smiled shyly and asked Yang Ruoqing: "Where are Baobao and Dazhi?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "The two of them went to school and had lunch at school at noon. They can't go home until school is over in the evening."

Huahua's eyes showed yearning and envy.

Yang Ruoqing said: "How about I send you to the school to study after lunch later? Come home with Baobao, Dazhi and the others after school in the afternoon. Mian Mian Xiu Xiu and the three girls Xiang Xiang are also studying in the school.

.”

"Really? Can I really go to school in the afternoon?" Huahua asked excitedly.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Huahua looked at Ping'er again, and Ping'er also smiled and nodded.

"That's great, Aunt Ping'er, I want to see my little schoolbag right now." Huahua begged.

Ping'er said: "Go and see for yourself, I've hung it on the wooden stake at the head of the bed."

Huahua ran away cheering.

Here, Yang Ruoqing placed a bowl of tea in front of Ping'er and sat down opposite her.

Ping'er told Yang Ruoqing the situation at Zhou's side in detail.

"I took Huahua there during the twelfth lunar month, and Mrs. Kou was still living in the home of the old couple who took her in."

"That old fisherman couple has no children. It's really pitiful."

"My wife originally planned not to marry for the rest of her life. She is already in her mid-thirties. She originally planned to stay at the old couple's home to provide for them until the end of their lives."

"The old couple has a distant nephew who is in his early 40s and has been doing business in aquatic products and the like."

"The family has three sons and one daughter, all born to the first two wives. Every time after the birth, the wife died."

"Later, the fortune teller said that his fate was tough and he needed to find a widow to suppress it."

"Maybe it's fate that I found Madam here."

"We were planning to get married in the twelfth lunar month. My wife always wanted to take Huahua there, but the man over there refused to agree. He said that he already had four children and was under great pressure. He definitely could no longer help others raise their children."

"Besides, if Madam gets married, I'm afraid she will still have children."

"Madam had no choice but to beg me to stay there longer so that she and Huahua could stay longer."

"Half a month ago, that man was going to the west to do business, and he wanted to bring his wife with him, so we came back."

"I don't know what year or month I will be seeing you again this time. Huahua is a sensitive child who understands everything."

"She didn't say anything to me, but she met a little boy a few days ago, and she told the little boy that her mother didn't want her..."

Ping'er shook her head slightly, her eyes filled with distress.

Yang Ruoqing also looked helpless.

"By the way, you just said little boy? What little boy?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Ping'er came back to her senses, smiled and said: "When we were in Yuncheng, we met a little boy who sprained his foot, and then we took the boy with us for a while. Huahua didn't say a lot to me, but was willing to talk to me.

Children of the same age said.”

Yang Ruoqing nodded and wanted to ask something more, but Huahua ran in with a new schoolbag.

"Aunt Ping'er, I want to go to school right now." She begged.

Ping'er was a little embarrassed: "You haven't had lunch yet, how can you go to school with an empty stomach?"

Hua'er pursed her lips and looked at Yang Ruoqing pitifully.

Yang Ruoqing softened her heart and said with a smile: "How about that? We'll make you some food right now so that you can eat early and go to school."

"Look at the rain outside. It's getting heavier again. By then, all the clothes will be wet."

"By the time you finish eating, the rain should have subsided. Then you can go to school. How about that?" she asked.

Huahua turned her head and looked at the heavy rain outside, then nodded obediently: "Okay!"

Yang Ruoqing and Ping'er hurriedly got up to cook. Yang Ruoqing stopped Ping'er and said, "You just got home. You go back to the house to clean up. I'll cook."

Ping'er said: "There is nothing to clean up in my house, because I know you must have cleaned it up for me."

When she said this, her eyes were moved.

This is her home.

After you leave, someone is looking forward to your return, leaving your house for you and cleaning it for you.

This is home.

"Qing'er, thank you very much. Thank you for giving me and Huahua a home."

Ping'er couldn't help but speak out what was in her heart.

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment and glanced at Ping'er, only to see that her eyes were red and she was about to shed tears.
Chapter completed!