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Chapter 1245: The mean-mouthed Wen San deserves a beating!
"Master Wen?"

Hearing this familiar title and looking at the middle-aged man with a strong physique but wrinkled face in front of him, he instantly became happy.

As for the rickshaw driver named Wen San, he is an angry and fearful person. If it were anyone else, he would definitely not dare to do so.

Just looking at the thin Bai Jingfa in front of me, dressed in expensive silk and satin, I feel a little jealous in my heart. In addition, I drank some powder yesterday and I am feeling dizzy here.

He looked around with his little eyes, and saw that no parent around him was interested in making fun of him, so he could satisfy his own vanity.

Wen San proudly crossed his legs, glanced contemptuously, and then stretched out his hand to pick his teeth.

"Hey, let me tell you, why were you laughing just now? You, Master Wen, and I are indeed poor, but we also rely on our own ability to make a living. We are not the kind of beggars who ask for money from others!"

"A mere candied haws..." Having said this, he glanced at Bai Jingfa and then spat on the ground.

"I bother!"

"Stay somewhere cool, don't delay your Mr. Wen's sunbathing!"

"Oh, it's the Eighth Master. Look at Wen San, I have such a bad mouth. I drank two more drinks last night. I really didn't wake up. You, the Eighth Master, have a lot, so you just treat the little one like a fart." Come on!"

After all, isn’t there a saying that no one in Beiping has ever slapped Mr. Wen in the mouth!

"Okay Bai Shan, let's go back~" After that, Bai Jingfa walked towards home.

Baishan glanced back and saw his eighth master standing there with a smile on his face. He raised his hand again and made another big blow.

With this mouthful, Wen San, who was still slightly drunk, became completely sober this time, and quickly apologized to Bai Jingfa!
"This... this young master, I..."

Because he drives a rickshaw around the city all day long, he naturally knows that the Bai family of Baicao Hall is a famous wealthy family in Beiping City, and their connections are very powerful. How could he afford to offend them?

"Who are you?" Wen San covered the beaten right side of his face and wiped away the nosebleed with a hint of fear in his eyes.

At this time, Chang Sui Baishan, who was sent to buy pastries, happened to come over with a pastry box. Hearing Wen San's nonsense, he slapped him with his free right hand.

"Snapped!"

This time he stopped crossing his legs and stood up and swallowed his saliva, because the big man in front of him was not easy to mess with. He had a beard and a face full of flesh. He looked even more fierce than Xiao Jianbiao who had beaten him a few days ago!

"Hey, you stinky rickshaw puller, why were you talking to our eighth master just now? You deserve to be called a master too!"

"You..." Before Bai Jingfa could finish speaking.

Looking at the murderous Bai Shan, Wen San knelt down on the ground with a plop. When he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped himself twice in the mouth.

"Snapped!"

That's pretty much it, but Wen San remembers to eat but not to fight, so I have to add another sentence later.

"Master Ba, walk slowly. If you need anything in the future, just ask!"

"You are a bitch who has eyes that don't recognize gold and jade. This is the eighth master of our Bai family!"

Before he could finish his words, Bai Shan interrupted with his eyes wide open: "What little master? That's the eighth master!"

Judging from Wen San's skillful movements, he must have gained experience from being beaten. He must have gotten into trouble a lot for opening his mouth over the years.

At this time, I felt extremely regretful. The young man gave me a reward and it was over. Why was he so obsessed with talking nonsense just now?
"Pfft~" Bai Jingfa, who had been silent all this time, was amused.

He threw the candied haws on the ground casually, feeling bored for a moment. He finally wanted to be kind, but Wen San was disgusted!
The reason why he didn't stop Bai Shan just now was indeed because the old boy was mean-mouthed. Just now, Master Ba wanted to go up and beat him up.

"Tear~" Bai Jingfa stopped while chewing his teeth. He had been in a bad mood during this period and was always worried about how he would live in the future.

Why is this so unlucky? I am so unlucky. What do I need from you?
He turned around and ordered angrily: "Bai Shan, go and beat him again and heal this mouth for me!"

"Okay~"

Baishan rolled up his sleeves, turned back and strode forward. At the same time, he raised his hand and waved at Wen San, who was waving his hand at Qiya, and gave him another hard slap in the face.

"Ouch~" Wen San covered his face in shock, meaning why was he beaten again? Bai Shan was born into a poor family. After all, good men are not soldiers these days. Look at this guy who is a bitch and has no interest in fighting anymore.

He reached out and patted his shoulder, and said seriously: "Brother, be careful with your mouth from now on!"

"What kind of identity do you think Mr. Eighth is? There is a place that needs you, and what kind of abjection must he be in? Isn't this a curse on our father in a different way?"

"The beating you received was not unjust, that is, the eighth master was kind-hearted and didn't care about you. If it were other masters in the house, it would not be as simple as a few mouths!"

"Yes, yes, I remember~" Wen San nodded and bowed.

But he just remembered to eat and not fight. He didn't face some ridicule from his colleagues. He casually picked up the candied haws that Bai Jingfa threw on the ground. He blew the dirt on it and started eating it without getting dirty.

After finishing the meal, he wiped his mouth and boasted again: "Hey, do you know who that was just now?"

Several rickshaw drivers nearby also knew that Wen San liked to brag, but they all shook their heads and cheered him in order to see his joke.

"I don't know~"

"That's the eighth master of the Bai family in Baicao Hall. Have you seen this?" Wen San chewed the hawthorn in his mouth and shook the bamboo stick in his hand.

"That's Mr. Bai Ba. If he were an ordinary person, I, Mr. Wen, really wouldn't give him this face!"

Bai Jingfa didn't go far here. When he heard the roaring sound over there, he turned around and saw a group of people surrounding him. He shook his head helplessly and didn't care.

Bai Shan geared up and said, "Master Ba, do you want me to teach him a lesson?"

"Okay~" Bai Jingfa waved his hand.

For a person like Wen San, even if you beat him twice, even if the old boy's legs are broken, his bad mouth will still not change.

Walking into the gate of the Bai family mansion with hands behind his back.

"Master Ba, you are back!"

"Hmm~"

Bai Jingfa didn't see the old man when he returned to the hospital. He knew exactly what the old man was doing. If he wanted to find it, he had to go to Bada Hutong.

Just let someone put the cakes in his room, and then run around the yard minding his own business.

"Whoo~"

……

Day after day passed like this. As the saying goes, the wine and meat in Zhumen stinks, and the roads are frozen to death. The coldness of this winter in Peiping has caused countless beggars to freeze to death in the City God's Temple outside.

But the Bai family's mansion is bustling with activity during the Chinese New Year. On the table are delicacies such as chicken, duck, fish, abalone, lobster, and crab. Just imagine, the Bai family can't buy them!

Here Bai Jingfa put down his chopsticks after filling his stomach, sat on the chair boredly, and tightened the coat tightly around his body.

Although there is no Spring Festival Gala now, Lao Bai's family specially hired a theatrical troupe, and they are performing their best work in the yard.

A big family pays attention to the order of elders and younger ones, so even though he is only 15 years old this year, he still sits at the main table because of his seniority. This table is full of old men, and he really can't participate in the chat.

I don’t know who stipulated that during the Chinese New Year, the whole family of seventy or eighty people must stay here until the early morning.

"Yawn~" After yawning again, he was really not very interested in Peking Opera, so he turned to look at the third old man next to him.

He made an excuse and said, "Dad, I'm a little sleepy. Let's go back and wash my face first!"

"Go ahead~" Bai Yingyu, who was blushing, waved her hands. As the only surviving descendant of the Bai family, she drank happily and shook her head to the tune of Peking Opera...

To be continued!

(End of this chapter)