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Chapter 1945: Make a big fuss at the Zhuang family’s old house to teach Lao Deng a lesson.

"Bang...Crack~" The solid wooden cabinet was fine, but the glass on it was in trouble. It was all shattered by the wooden stick.

"Come!"

The wooden stick was pointed at Aunt Zhuang, causing her to swallow and not move.

Needless to say, the brothers Zhuang Zhendong and Zhuang Zhenbei, who were originally very naughty, trembled all over when they saw Zhuang Tuxi.

"Gudong~" Zhuang Ganmei was also scared. The look in her second nephew's eyes was too scary.

But after his wife kept winking at him, he had no choice but to purse his lips and speak. "Tu...Tuxi, what's going on? Is there any misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding?" Zhuang Tuxi was so angry that he pointed at the two old men. "Come on, then ask him to explain to me clearly what my sister did wrong!"

"You beast, you...get out of here!"

Old man Zhuang blew his beard and glared.

"If you tell me to leave, I'll leave?"

"If Xiaoting hadn't been beaten, you would have thought I was willing to come!" Zhuang Tuxi pulled a chair over and sat at the door. He had noticed that there were people watching the excitement outside, so he spoke particularly loudly.

"Father and grandmother, how can you be such an old man?"

"Even if my parents are arguing, you can't instigate them to divorce. Xiaoting just said a few words to help my mother. How could you get so angry and hit her?"

"As parents, aren't you unhappy that your son won't divorce you?"

"Hmm?" He tapped the ground with the stick he had been holding. "Speak!"

There were already seven or eight people outside watching the fun. They shook their heads when they heard the voices inside and started chatting with each other.

"This old Zhuang is really biased to the core!"

"Aling is such a good daughter-in-law, but she hasn't been treated well by their family for so many years. Just wait and see how these two old people will suffer in the future!"

"Old Liu, hey, I heard that the old lady of the Zhuang family liked Chaoying more. It seems that he grew up with her when he was a child, right?"

The old man on the left who was leaning on a cane looked to be in his 70s. Hearing this, he stroked his beard and nodded.

"Yes, that's right, this is also the reason why Lao Zhuang and his wife have always been partial to each other!"

"I think that's wrong. Anyway, it's..."

While people were discussing outside, old man Zhuang in the house was roaring at the top of his lungs.

"Get out of here!"

Looking at the mess on the table, with all kinds of bowls and dishes scattered all over the floor, he and his wife were also covered in chicken soup. In short, they looked particularly embarrassed.

And looking at that beast, still sitting there steadily, he was so furious that he almost exploded.

"Hua Lin, Gan Mei, get this beast out of here right now!"

"We don't have descendants like him in our Zhuang family!"

Zhuang Tuxi stood up with a cold face.

"If we don't make things clear today, we won't be done!"

There are two kinds of people sleeping in the same bed, and Mrs. Zhuang started to make a scene. "What else do you want?"

"If you have the guts, beat my old lady to death!"

"Come on, come on, hit me~"

"Let all the neighbors see what kind of beast Huang Ling taught. He even wants to attack my grandmother!"

Looking at the sarcastic face reaching out to him, Zhuang Tuxi really wanted to slap him, but there was nothing he could do because of his status.

"Puchi~" grinning.

"Okay, very good!"

"Brother, you..." Zhuang Zhendong mustered up the courage to come up and say something. Now Zhuang Tuxi seemed to have a punching bag. He didn't like this little bastard and remembered that he had been bullied by him and Zhuang Zhenbei.

If the old ones can’t be beaten, can’t the young ones be beaten too?
It is natural for an older brother to beat his younger brother!

So he raised his leg and kicked him fiercely, knocking him to the ground, where he whimpered.

This scene frightened everyone, especially Aunt Zhuang San, who stared with eyes wide open and went to check on her son with great concern.

"Zhuang Tuxi, this is your brother!"

"It's all thanks to them two!" Zhuang Tuxi pointed at the two old men.

"Besides, my parents are getting divorced. Please call me Huang Tuxi from now on!"

"Dad, why did you hit Xiaoting for no reason!" Zhuang Ganmei is a coward. Seeing that Zhuang Tuxi is not easy to mess with, she turns her anger towards old man Zhuang.

This made Lao Deng angry.

"you…"

Before he could finish his words, Zhuang Tuxi made another move. He repeated the steps from six years ago. He grabbed the table and lifted the bowls and chopsticks hard, and the food instantly scattered all over the floor.

Then he swung the wooden stick and smashed everything he saw. Even the radio that Zhuang Chaoying bought for him last year, which was old man Zhuang's favorite and he would show off to the neighbors while sitting under the roots of a tree, was smashed to pieces by the three sticks.

"Ouch, my radio!" Old man Zhuang wanted to go over but was stopped by Zhuang Hualin.

"Let me go, I'm going to fight you little bastard!"

Zhuang Hualin held the old man tightly and refused to let go. "Dad, Tuxi is crazy. What will I do if I hit you with a stick at this time?"

In fact, she was holding back her laughter, because when her son Pengfei came a few days ago, he thought the radio was new to him, and as soon as he touched it, he was kicked several times by his father.

Live it!

It’s gone this time!
"Ah...my sewing machine~" Old Mrs. Zhuang couldn't sit still anymore.

"Tuxi, that clock is Auntie San's dowry!"

"My teapot, you little bastard!"

Soon, after a few minutes, the hall was in a mess, full of the atmosphere of war, as if it had been bombarded by mortars. There was not a single intact piece of furniture to be seen in the room.

Zhuang Tuxi just wanted to make a big scene to teach these two old men a lesson!
"Oh, this kid is so cruel!" The crowd watching outside had already entered the yard and were pointing and talking inside the house.

"That's right. Even if Old Zhuang was wrong, it's not his turn as a junior to make irresponsible remarks here~" An old man curled his lips.

What do Chinese people say? If the elders oppress their children, they may feel sympathy. But if your children resist too strongly, they will all stand on the moral guidance point.

Even if the elders are wrong in many ways, if the younger generations make a big fuss without considering the face of the whole family, and even dare to take physical action, they may be arrested. This is the Chinese people who are deeply influenced by Confucian culture.

Of course, the banker is somewhat unpopular in this area. Most people are just watching the fun. Who asked you, the banker, to hold a radio and show off all day long, talking about how filial your eldest son is and how capable your youngest son is? Let's see how you end up this time.

"Make way, make way~" Zhuang Chaoying rode a bicycle borrowed from a colleague at school, panting all the way up.

"Chaoying, you are finally back. Please take care of your Zhuang Tuxi. This kid is holding a big stick and doesn't recognize any relatives. He almost blew the roof off your house. I think he is going to beat your father. Mrs. Zhuang was so angry that she fainted!"

The old neighbor has always been at odds with the dealer, so he naturally couldn't miss this opportunity to watch the fun, and even deliberately exaggerated it to take pleasure in the misfortune.

"what?"

But when Zhuang Chaoying, the filial son, heard this, he didn't even bother to tell whether it was true or not. He dropped his bicycle and hurried into the house.

"Mom and Dad~"

After rushing into the house, I was stunned at first, then I breathed a sigh of relief. Although the house was a mess, my parents seemed to be fine.

He glared at Zhuang Tuxi.

To be continued...

(PS: Thanks to Moxue Yiyun for the 500 starting coins.)
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