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Chapter 1915 Zhuang Tuxi holds the two old Dengs in his hands
“But…” Zhuang Chaoying hesitated after hearing what his father said, after all, his mother had fainted over there.

This made Old Man Zhuang so anxious that he jumped up and down. He didn't know what energy burst out of his body, but he rushed over and pushed Zhuang Chaoying.

Let out a sharp roar.

"Hey, Boss, the fire has already broken out. Stop worrying about it!"

"Your mother is just pretending~"

"Hurry up and find your good son. Don't let him talk nonsense. I was just bragging and didn't show any disrespect to the old man!"

"Our family has been poor peasants for three generations!"

"Three generations... poor peasants~"

This last word, almost a shout, was enough to show how panicked the old man was at that moment.

Old man Zhuang lived for 54 years, and it seemed that this was only the second time he was as panicked as today. The first time was more than 40 years ago when the Japanese invaders entered Gusu.

"Brother, go quickly, I'm here with mom."

"Yes, big brother Gan Mei is right. You must speak nicely when you see the secretary. Tu Xi is talking nonsense. We are an honest family!"

Not to mention the Zhuang Ganmei couple. After all, if that big hat is put on, no one will be able to make any progress.

Aunt Zhuang wants to be converted from a temporary worker to a regular employee?
Go home quickly, take a shower and go to bed. This dream contains all kinds of things!

"Okay... okay, I'll go find Tuxi now~"

Looking at the anxious eyes of his family, Zhuang Chaoying could only glance at his mother with concern before turning around and leaving the house.

"Brother, ride a bike!"

When it came to their own interests, almost no one paid any attention to Old Lady Zhuang, who fainted and woke up slowly on her own.

His eyes were blank: "Where's the boss?"

"Bang!" Old man Zhuang slammed the table with his hand. Looking at the mess on the floor in the main room, he was so angry.

He accused Mrs. Zhuang, "You spendthrift old woman, why are you celebrating your birthday when you have nothing better to do?"

"You also want to invite Mr. Tang Ming to sing the Eight Immortals for your birthday. Who do you think you are? The Buddha?"

"Let's pass this time!"

"If you are accused of missing the old society, you will be sent to prison. This time, the whole family is here to celebrate your birthday with the Eight Immortals!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhuang immediately became anxious and wanted to pass on the blame. "Old man, I didn't..."

But before she could finish her words, Zhuang Ganmei also complained with an unhappy look on her face.

"That's right, mom. Why are you making such a fuss? There's room for everyone on the table. My sister-in-law has been busy with her two children all afternoon, and you're forcing them to eat in the kitchen. No wonder Tuxi is so angry!"

"Zhendong Zhenbei, come back to the house with mom!" Aunt Zhuang used this to express her dissatisfaction, and she also believed that this was all caused by her mother-in-law.

This time it’s good, do it!

She made up her mind that if she was really blamed for this, she would take her two children back to her parents' home. After all, she couldn't be implicated!

Listening to the dissatisfied tones of her husband and youngest son, as well as the slamming of the door by her young daughter-in-law, Old Mrs. Zhuang felt so sad that she could not even cry.

This birthday was terrible!

at the same time.

Zhuang Chaoying pedaled his bicycle hard all the way. Now the sun had completely darkened. Fortunately, there were fewer cars on the road in that era. After 20 minutes, he arrived at the cotton mill’s staff quarters.

"Huh~" he panted and put the bicycle into the garage in front of the door.

I didn't dare to stop and hurried upstairs.

"Knock knock knock!" There was a knock on Secretary Zhang's door.

"Who is it?" Secretary Zhang's wife, Liu Aihua, was somewhat impatient when she heard the knock on the door. Why wasn't it over yet at this late hour?
Lift your foot and walk over.

Zhuang Tuxi, who was sitting on the sofa and had successfully played chess with Secretary Zhang through his eloquent tongue and superb chess feeding skills, knew that if nothing unexpected happened, the person outside the door must be his cheap father Zhuang Chaoying.

He laughed inwardly, but remained expressionless and responded directly to this direct attack.

"Snapped!"

"General~"

"Ouch!" Secretary Zhang scratched his head and looked at the chessboard with an annoyed look. "Xiaozhuang, this doesn't count. I didn't even notice it just now!"

"Uncle Zhang, you can't regret your move!" Zhuang Tuxi smiled brightly, revealing his white teeth.

"Okay, you win this round."

Secretary Zhang was a little unhappy. He could have won because his thoughts were interrupted by the knock on the door just now, so he waited for his wife to bring Zhuang Chaoying in.

"Who is it? So late in the night!" His tone was somewhat impatient.

He didn't know Zhuang Chaoying. In that era, schools were not taken seriously. How could the secretary of a cotton mill who was in charge of thousands of people know an unknown teacher in a school?

In other words, as a production model and a serial model worker, Huang Ling has a higher presence in the factory than her husband!

“Uh…” Zhuang Chaoying pushed his glasses awkwardly.

He had been feeding the chess pieces to Zhang on purpose, and just now he was deliberately trying to mess up Lao Zhang's mentality. Zhuang Tuxi stood up, suppressing his laughter.

"Uncle Zhang, this is my dad!"

"Oh... Teacher Zhuang!" Secretary Zhang looked Zhuang Chaoying up and down. At this time, the style of the head of the cotton mill came up again, and he leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a teacup.

There's no way, Lao Zhang is a little unhappy.

What the hell is this? You came here empty-handed?

bookworm!
No wonder you can't manage your family well.

He said in a pretentious tone: "Comrade, what's wrong with you?"

"How can we rule the world if we can't rule our own family? How can we justify the organization's training when something like this happens at home? You can't just blindly obey your parents..."

This long speech was so confusing that it completely stumped Zhuang Chaoying. There was nothing he could do about it as he was not good at socializing. Otherwise, as a top student who graduated from a technical secondary school in the 50s, he would not have been just an ordinary teacher after more than ten years.

Because they don’t understand the ways of the world!

But he did make out some things, and gradually he felt a little disappointed, as if it was indeed because of something that happened with his parents.

Could it be that this little bastard really reported his grandma?

Thinking of this, as the world's number one filial son, Zhuang Chaoying looked at his son with an increasingly unfriendly look.

Secretary Zhang didn't notice anything because he was drinking tea from the cup at that time.

Instead, it was Liu Aihua who noticed something was wrong and immediately became dissatisfied. "Teacher Zhuang, are you dissatisfied with our Mr. Zhang's work?"

"Ah?" Zhuang Chaoying was visibly confused. "No~"

"Then what are you doing? Huang Ling is an employee of our cotton mill, not a daughter-in-law who works like a slave in the old society. What do your parents mean? They worked hard to take care of the child for an entire afternoon, and then they were driven to the kitchen to eat!"

"I think your family is just not firm in their thinking. The elders said many years ago that men and women should be equal in the new society!"

As expected of the secretary's wife, she wears the hat very straight away.

"Huh~" Zhuang Chaoying was relieved now. It turned out that the brat did not report it because his wife was driven to the kitchen to eat.

I don't take it too seriously, as I've been living like this for so many years!

What's wrong with being more respectful to your parents?
It's just a meal. You can't eat it anywhere. Why do you have to make such a fuss and contradict your parents?
With a stern face, he said to his son, "Tuxi, come home with me and don't cause trouble for the secretary!"

"No, I still have to give Grandma Zhang a massage, and report my father and grandmother's thoughts by the way!"

Zhuang Tuxi was shaking his head like a rattle. How could he agree to go back just like that? If he didn't take good care of those two old men, he would be wasting this great opportunity.

Then we need to discuss the conditions!

This thing is like a nuclear weapon. At least it has been very useful in the past few years. In the future, if I have the leverage over it, I can make those two old men behave themselves.

When Zhuang Chaoying heard this, he became instantly furious. This filial son cared most about his reputation, so he raised his hand and was about to hit him regardless of the occasion.

"you…"

"What are you doing!" Liu Aihua was not a good-tempered person. Seeing that he dared to beat the child in her own home, she immediately stood in front of Zhuang Tuxi.

"Teacher Zhuang, this is my home!"

To be continued...

(End of this chapter)