Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

He glanced contemptuously at Song Yu and his brothers.

"What nonsense, hurry up." Song Wu urged impatiently.

"Brother, I feel that the stick is a trick to deceive us." Song Ling said suddenly.

"If he doesn't dare to order it, or throws it away after he has ordered it, the eldest brother will beat him up hard today."

Song Yu frowned and said.

"I can not?"

"Here's some for you to see."

Stick sneered, then held the firecracker in his left hand and the incense stick in his right.

He poked lightly with a face full of fear.

Firecrackers ignited.

Bang Geng looked at Song Yu and the others with a look on his face.

The reason why he dared to make this bet.

It wasn't intentional to be ruthless, to show off his courage.

It's not stupid.

The reason why sticks are annoying and annoying is that they grow up to be a white-eyed wolf.

It was because I was too shrewd since I was a child.

It's not like Jia Dongxu's child, who competes with the third uncle Yan Bugui.

Loves to take advantage of others, and often plots against others.

Plus petty theft.

An annoying bear child was born like this.

This time the hand pinched the firecrackers.

Let the children of the Song family recognize themselves as big brothers.

The stick is full of confidence.

Because he didn't know how many times he did this kind of thing, as long as he calculated the time in his mind.

Throw it away as soon as the firecracker explodes.

There is no risk.

however.

Stick this time but miscalculated.

Because the firecrackers he bought in the past were of low quality, and the gunpowder in the fuse burned slowly.

So there is a lot of free time.

but now.

The children of the Song family were playing with firecrackers, which were the best firecrackers Song Qingshan bought at the supply and marketing cooperative.

Not only powerful, but also loud.

The fuse burns very fast, and Song Qingshan repeatedly reminded him when he gave it to the children to play with.

Just play carefully.

Stick doesn't know this, thinking that all firecrackers are the same.

Just lit.

Not even a second.

There was just a "bang", and the Erleizi firecracker exploded directly in the hands of the stick.

"Ahhh-"

The stick uttered a scream, and his hands were bloody.

Miserable.

Song Yu, Song Fei, Song Wu, and Song Ling are the oldest at six years old.

Seeing this bloody scene.

Frightened pale.

"Run, go back and find our father." As expected of the eldest brother, Song Yu was the first to react.

He yelled at his younger siblings.

Then he dragged the youngest Song Ling and ran into the yard.

Song Fei and Song Wu followed closely behind.

"Why are you running away? Did you do something bad again?"

Song Yu's brothers and sisters just ran to the gate of the yard.

When Yan Bugui heard the movement, he hurried out and stopped his brother and sister at the door

"Who did something bad, it was the stick that fired the cannon."

I saw Yan Pugui.

Song Yu was not afraid at all, and raised his head to look directly at Yan Bugui.

"The stick is firing a cannon?"

"I think it was a few of you who bombed it, otherwise why are you running?"

Yan Bugui probed to take a look.

The stick was lying on the ground, clutching his hands, crying loudly.

Yan Bugui is preconceived.

He insisted that it was Song Yu and his children who injured the stick.

in fact.

Over the years, Yan Bugui has always hated Song Qingshan in his heart, except that he didn't eat leftovers at the banquet.

Disgraceful to grandma's house.

There was also the matter of the prospective daughter-in-law Yu Li, if Song Qingshan hadn't rescued Yu Li.

His own son Yan Jiecheng would not be called a coward for so many years.

Yan Bugui kept holding his breath in his heart.

Now that he finally found a chance to take revenge, he blocked the door, preventing Song Yu's children from entering.

"Yan Bugui, why do you say that, get out of the way and let us in."

Song Yu kept looking directly at Yan Bugui.

"I have no education, I am the third uncle in the courtyard, why do you call this child by my first name?"

"Did your father teach you this when you were young?"

Yan Bugui yelled with his hands behind his back.

"You are the third uncle in the courtyard. In terms of seniority, my father is your grandfather. You have to call us uncle."

"Now it's you, the junior, who is stopping our elders, who is uneducated?"

"I think you have lived so many years in vain."

Song Yu directly retorted with a stern face.

Typesetting theory.

Who can be bigger than their family in this courtyard?

"This……."

Yan Bugui was stunned speechless.

"Anyway, you just couldn't get in, and you injured Bang Giao's hand, and you still want to escape?"

"Wait to be caught and sent to the juvenile prison!"

Yan Bugui just refused to let him go.

Stretch your legs to stop a few children.

see this situation.

Little Song Wu's big eyes rolled around, he gritted his teeth, raised his calf and kicked Yan Bugui's crotch.

"Oh my mother!!!"

Yan Pugui never expected that this kid would make such a move.

He screamed in pain.

Then he sat down on the ground, covered his crotch with his hands, and his face was extremely painful.

this moment.

In his mind, he remembered the kick old man Song kicked on the silly pillar five years ago.

How similar.

As expected, like father, like son, I like this kind of dirty method.

"Run."

Song Wu succeeded with one kick, grinning at his elder brother and younger sister.

Then several children jumped over Yan Bugui.

Quickly ran back to the backyard.

"Third uncle, what's going on, ghosts are crying and wolves howling during the Chinese New Year, did they fall from eating too much?"

Jia Dongxu came out of the house when he heard the movement.

Seeing that it was Yan Bugui lying on the ground screaming, his face immediately gloated.

"hiss……."

"Aiyo, aiyo..."

Yan Bugui didn't have the time to talk to Jia Dongxu now, he was sweating profusely from the pain, and kept ouching.

This little bastard is not very old.

It's really hard to kick.

The strength is also quite strong.

"Lao Yan, Lao Yan, what's the matter?"

Yan Bugui's family had just finished the New Year's Eve dinner, and the third aunt was cleaning up the dishes.

So it's a step late.

Suddenly hearing Yan Bugui's screams, the third aunt ran out in a panic wearing an apron.

"Third aunt, the third uncle may have accidentally fell to the crotch when he crossed the threshold."

"Hurry up and take him to the hospital!"

"There are already two cripples in our yard, don't add another one."

Jia Dongxu made sarcastic remarks on the side.

He didn't intend to go forward to help at all, and Yan Bugui's screams directly overwhelmed the sticks in the alley.

Jia Dongxu only cared about gloating.

I haven't heard my son's screams yet.

"Jia Dongxu, hurry up and help your third uncle up."