Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2220: Old man, look, he is staring at me!

"Old patriarch!"

"Hello, chief!"

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As soon as he entered the yard, villagers carrying rifles greeted the old man.

The old man nodded and immediately asked, "Where is the village chief?"

A young man immediately replied: "Drinking in the front living room!"

"Humph!"

The old man snorted coldly, and the young man suddenly felt something was wrong. The old patriarch looked unhappy, and he was afraid that the village chief would be scolded again.

According to the rules of the village, no matter how powerful the village chief is, he must be under the control of the clan leader.

However, the clan leader has no administrative power, and it is usually the village chief who manages the village. So in the end, it became that the village chief manages the whole village, and the clan leader manages the village chief.

What's more, the village chief is the son of the old patriarch, so there is no problem if the father takes care of his son.

  So the young man with the gun on his back hurriedly ran to report to the village chief, saying, "Your father is here, why don't you hurry up and pack up?"

When Sun Lao Hu heard that it was his father who came, he quickly kicked up several of his men who were also drunk, and then several of them tried their best to beat them up.

But how could they have enough time? The men were holding the leftovers of food and a dozen wine bottles, and they didn't know where to hide them. At this moment, the old man and Duanwu walked in.

Sun Lao Hu froze on the spot, then scratched his head and said to the old man: "Dad, there is nothing to do tonight, so my brothers and I had a few drinks."

"Humph!"

The old man snorted again, and then asked: "What have you done recently?"

But at this moment, Sun Lao Hu saw Duanwu.

Duanwu was still wearing the Japanese clothes. Sun Lao Hu had seen him before and immediately pointed at Duanwu and said, "Dad, he is Japanese. I have seen this kind of clothes."

The old man also looked at Duanwu, and Duanwu smiled and said, "In order to fight the devils, I borrowed their clothes to wear."

The old man nodded, obviously he also believed what Duanwu said.

But at this time, Sun Lao Hu wanted to change the subject to avoid his father scolding him for drinking, so he said: "Wearing Japanese clothes to fight Japanese, who would believe this? I think you must be a spy sent by the Japanese. Come, arrest him for me."

"Yes!"

A few drunk men responded and came to get the Dragon Boat Festival.

Duanwu sneered and was about to teach these people a lesson, but the old man said in a deep voice: "What are you doing? Get back."

The old man's cold shout was very effective. The drunks immediately stopped and retreated to the sides. Some of them even lost their balance and almost fell down.

The old man glanced at these people and scolded them, "You don't know how to practice martial arts on weekdays. Your lower body is so weak, and you still have the nerve to drink? From tomorrow on, the whole village will be banned from drinking. Every day, young people in the village must get up at four o'clock and follow me to practice horse stance."

"what?"

Everyone's expression was as bitter as bitter gourds.

But after being glared at by the old man, they all smiled apologetically and nodded repeatedly.

But when everyone nodded, the old man's face looked better, and he waved his hand and said, "You guys go out, I have something to discuss with the village chief."

Everyone understood this point. The father didn't want outsiders to see him beating his son, so he drove them all out.

So they all left in shame, leaving only Sun Lao Hu, who wanted to leave but didn't dare to.

Of course he wanted to leave. In this situation, he would definitely be beaten up. Although he was big and strong, he was no match for his father.

The old man said to Sun Lao Hu, "I am only eighty years old, you can't beat me. So I can at least beat you until I am eighty years old."

Sun Lao Hu had no temper, because he really couldn't beat his father. And even if he could beat him, he couldn't do it! Because although Sun Lao Hu was a real tiger in the eyes of the villagers, he was a filial son in front of his father.

So he said to Duanwu, "Why don't you go out and wait for a while? Are you so tactless?" Then he took out a feather duster from the vase in the living room and handed it to his father with both hands.

It was obvious that he was very skilled in this set of skills, and he did it smoothly without any sense of incongruity.

Duanwu smiled and was about to leave, but the old man sighed, helped Sun Lao Hu, who was about to kneel on the ground, up and said, "You silly son, Dad doesn't want to beat you, but wants you to grow up quickly.

How many years can Dad live? When that time comes, Sunjia Village will all depend on you. But now, you have no martial arts skills and your character is unstable, how can you lead the whole village?"

Sun Lao Hu looked ashamed, and insisted on kneeling on the ground and said, "Dad, you better beat me, and I will quit drinking in the future."

The old man sighed and raised the feather duster in his hand high.

However, at this moment, Sun Lao Hu looked at his father in a daze and asked, "Dad? Are you really going to hit me?"

The old man smiled cunningly: "No fight!"

But before the old man could finish his words, he had already hit Sun Lao Hu on the back with a feather duster.

After the crisp sound, Sun Lao Hu jolted his body, then jumped up and scratched his back with his hands.

Although Sun Lao Hu also learned internal martial arts, he also did not neglect external training. It was difficult for an ordinary person's fist to hurt him, but he didn't expect to be hit by a feather duster and jump up.

At this time, the old man was holding a feather duster and was about to hit him. Sun Lao Hu quickly jumped away and said, "Dad, stop hitting me. There are outsiders here!"

The old man snorted coldly: "I'm just doing this for outsiders to see."

  At this point, the old man's intention was very clear. He was calling for Duanwu to see. His son had captured a guerrilla. Was he just going to let him go and leave it at that?

So he beat his son to give an explanation to the guerrillas.

So Sun Lao Hu was beaten with a feather duster until he lost his temper and finally had to beg for mercy from his father, saying that he would never dare to drink again.

At this time, the old man scolded: "I didn't beat you for drinking, but for causing trouble. Tell me, what did you do by arresting guerrillas and entering the village?"

At this moment, Sun Lao Hu suddenly realized what was going on. Then he looked at Duan Wu again and finally understood what was going on.

He was wondering why a stranger came into the village and why his father came to see him so late at night. It turned out to be because of this matter.

Sun Lao Hu looked at Duan Wu with a vicious look, because without Duan Wu, his father would not come to see him late at night.

Why did he choose to drink at night instead of during the day? Because he was afraid of being seen by his father.

So at this moment, if that look could kill, Duanwu would have died thousands of times already.

"Old man, look, he's staring at me!"

At this moment, Duanwu spoke softly.

"Your uncle!"

Sun Lao Hu was so angry that he cursed loudly, thinking: Can't I just glare at you? If it weren't for you, would my father come to see me so late? Why should I be beaten? You actually complained, are you a human being?

But at this time, the old man heard this and raised the feather duster again, beating and cursing: "You bastard, you still have the nerve to stare at me? If I hadn't been supporting the village, I'm afraid Sunjia Village would have been destroyed by others long ago. You bastard, you don't know how to repent at all!"

(End of this chapter)