Yang nodded, "Yes, yes, he is mine..."

Lao Wang interrupted Yang with a sullen face, "It's easy to handle if he's from your family. You don't know how to teach, old man, I'll help you teach!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Wang raised his head and slapped his big palm, which had been picking up excrement all his life, on Dazhou's rather handsome face in front of him.

Dazhou, who originally seemed tall and strong, staggered several steps and fell to the ground after receiving this slap.

His hands just reached the mess that came out of the dustpan.

Dazhou raised his hands and looked under the sun. His handsome face suddenly twisted into a ball, and he let out a howling cry: "You old man, I will fight with you..."

He got up from the ground, waved his fists, raised his long legs and kicked the old king on the head.

One is nearly sixty years old, and the other is a young man who is less than twenty years old.

There is a saying that fists are afraid of young people, but Lao Wang was clever and picked up the dung fork on the ground and swung it at Dazhou who was rushing towards him. As a result, Dazhou was defeated and he ran around on the ground with his head in his hands.

Yang exclaimed and rushed forward, trying to persuade and stop him.

However, Lao Wangtou was beating and scolding at the same time, and did not buy Yang's blame at all.

The old man kept saying the following words over and over in his mouth: "The adults at home don't know how to teach others. People outside will teach you. You bastards and bastards dare to act like a wolf with me here. You are still your mother's father when I come out to fool around."

In the egg bag!”

Mrs. Yang didn't know what to do. She stamped her feet anxiously and burst into tears.

Dazhou is not her own son, but the son of her husband's sister-in-law. The two sisters-in-law love this son as much as they care for their own eyes. If he is handed over to her, if someone beats him up, how will he explain it to his sister-in-law?

?

But Yang herself was unable to rescue her nephew. In her panic, she forgot that Yang Ruoqing was still with her.

It was Yang Ruoqing who came forward to ask about the situation, "Auntie, could this young man be the great nephew you want to bring to see me?"

Yang finally regained her composure, nodded repeatedly, and said incoherently: "It's him, he is him. My sister-in-law has such a precious son in her family, so we can't make any mistakes. Qing'er, please help me quickly."

!”

It really is!

Yang Ruoqing then came forward and said to Old Wangtou: "Uncle Wang, you have been beaten and scolded all the time. Just calm down and tell me what happened!"

Perhaps because he was tired from the beating, or perhaps because of Yang Ruoqing's favor, Lao Wangtou stopped his attack, stood there with his dung fork on the ground like a cane, and said with a breath: "This bastard is pretending to be a wolf with a big tail. I hate it."

My dustpan stinks, so I kicked my dustpan!"

After hearing what Old Wangtou said, Yang Ruoqing turned her questioning eyes to Yang's nephew Dazhou: "Is Uncle Wang right? Did you kick the old man's dustpan?"

Dazhou was previously beaten so hard by Lao Wang with a dung fork that he could not even lift his head. Now someone came to the rescue, and his young man's arrogance emerged again.

He cocked his neck, tilted his nose and raised his eyes, and said arrogantly: "Yes, I was the one who kicked you, so what?"

Beside him, Yang frowned secretly and whispered to Da Zhou: "Speak carefully."

Dazhou, however, did not accept his aunt Yang's affection and snorted in his nostrils.

Seeing Da Zhou's appearance, Yang Ruoqing just smiled and then asked him: "Then tell me, why do you kick someone's dustpan?"

Dazhou said: "I was obviously basking in the sun here, but that old guy insisted on squatting in front of me. I told him to go away, but he refused. He even deliberately put the dustpan aside to make me disgusted.

, it would be weird if I didn’t kick him!”

When Lao Wangtou heard Dazhou's words, his face flushed with anger, he rolled up his sleeves and said loudly: "You son of a bitch who was born without mother's teachings, I picked up a piece of shit over there and I can't stop?

Who do you think you are? Go to Changping Village and ask around. Who doesn’t know that these bullshits are reserved for me?”

Yang Ruoqing was afraid that Old Wangtou would swing the weak manure fork again, so she quickly said to Old Wangtou: "Uncle Wang, your anger will hurt your health, please take it easy."

Lao Wangtou was so angry that he gasped and said to Yang Ruoqing: "You have also seen that this kid has eyes at the top of his head and is uneducated!"

"You are uneducated, you are relying on your old age and selling yourself off!" Dazhou replied to Lao Wangtou without admitting defeat.

"You bastard, say it again, I won't beat you to death with this dung fork!"

Lao Wangtou picked up the dung fork again and chased Dazhou. This time, Dazhou was on guard, turned around and ran towards the main road, shouting as he ran: "Come on, come after me!"

Lao Wangtou chased for a few steps, but his foot strength was finally defeated by the young man.

"You bastard, I will stay here right now. If you dare to come back and break your legs!"

"..."

Here, Yang was really helpless when he saw this situation.

She came to Yang Ruoqing in a panic, "Qing'er, think of something quickly..."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said to Ms. Yang calmly: "Auntie, you are Dazhou's aunt. You watched him grow up. He and I are strangers. It's up to you to think of this solution!"

Yang was stunned for a moment, "I'm talking... but the old Wangtou won't listen. He will accept what you say."

Yang Ruoqing shrugged, "Uncle Wang bought my fault, but your nephew didn't buy my fault. Look, I only managed half of the mediation, and he messed it up again. I tried my best!"

Yang stamped her feet anxiously and turned her head to look at the other side of the road. Dazhou had already run a long way away, but she didn't go away and just lingered there.

And Lao Wangtou was still standing in the middle of the road holding a dung fork, as if one man was in charge and no one could get out of his way.

"How can we deal with this? How can we deal with it! If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have brought him here. This kid is almost twenty years old, how can he be so ignorant!"

Mrs. Yang was so anxious that she was running around in circles, but she had no choice, so she had to run to Lao Wangtou again and beg him hard, apologize and say good things to him.

Unfortunately, this old Wangtou is stubborn and refuses to accept the Yang family's tactics. He has to wait until Dazhou comes back.

Mrs. Yang almost knelt down and kowtowed to Lao Wang. Even her grandfather shouted out, but Lao Wang didn't pay attention.

Not far away, Yang Ruoqing crossed her arms and looked at this scene with a smile. She was very grateful to Cheng Yaojin, Lao Wangtou, who came out halfway.

Lao Wangtou directly helped her drive away Dazhou, saving her the time to drive away herself.

"Auntie, I can't waste time here anymore. The children in the house should be awake. When you finish things here, you can bring Dazhou to see me!"

Yang Ruoqing had seen enough of the good show and didn't want to stay any longer. The place really stinked, and the dustpan was full of lumps all over the floor.

"Qing'er, you can't leave. What will I do if you leave?" Yang ran over and begged Yang Ruoqing again.

Yang Ruoqing's face was full of embarrassment, "Aunt, this trouble is caused by your nephew. It has nothing to do with me. My family is busy with a lot of things. If you finish it before noon, bring someone to see me. Don't bring anyone after noon.
Chapter completed!