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

He asked frowningly: "Old man, it seems that the matter is not small, what should we do?"

"Mom, don't worry, my father must have a solution."

Song Yu comforted his mother.

My father is omnipotent and omniscient, and he has never had anything unfair since he can remember.

Song Fei and Song Wu also had the same thoughts.

Otherwise something will happen.

Nor will he run back to find his father immediately.

Song Qingshan held the sleeping little girl in his arms, pondered for a moment, looked at the eldest son and asked, "Is anyone in the yard seeing it?"

"No."

Song Yu shook his head.

"However, when we ran back, the third uncle Yan Bugui stopped us at the door. He didn't see anything, so he blamed everything on us."

"Later, we were kicked by the fourth brother, and we ran back."

Mention Yan Portui.

Song Yu had a sullen face, very angry.

"Hey, Dad, I kicked his crotch like you did."

Song Wu smiled and said excitedly.

Just that kick.

He is satisfied.

I heard from my aunt before that my father once kicked Shazhu into the hospital.

He has always kept it in his heart since he was young.

Just thinking that one day I can learn from my father, and give someone a blow to cut off their sons and grandchildren.

Finally got my wish today.

"Little bastard." Song Qingshan cursed with a smile, intending to pass on a set of internal boxing techniques to this kid after the new year.

"Huairu, take them back to the room first."

immediately.

Song Qingshan looked up at Qin Huairu and said.

These few years.

With so many children in the family, this room would definitely not be able to accommodate them.

Song Qingshan spent a lot of money to buy two more houses in the backyard.

The three sons live in a larger room.

In the other room, Qin Jingru lives with Song Ling, and the little girl is still inseparable from Qin Huairu.

Live in this house with them.

"Brother-in-law, let me take the children." Qin Jingru walked over from the stove.

all the time.

When her brother-in-law and cousin are educating their children, she will not interfere.

"Grandpa, you don't look very angry."

soon.

Qin Jingru took the children out.

Go to the next two rooms.

Just go.

Qin Huairu looked at her old man with a puzzled face and asked.

Arguably.

The children have caused such a big trouble, and the old man has already lost his temper.

After all, it is about educating children.

The old man in the family has never been soft-hearted. Last year, the eldest son, Song Yu, got into a fight with a child in the yard.

My old man was furious.

Such a small child has been kneeling in the room all day, no matter how much he persuades him, Qin Huairu still feels distressed thinking about it.

just now.

Bang Geng's hands were blown to pieces by firecrackers, how many children did his old man spare?

Of course Qin Huairu was surprised.

"There's nothing to be angry about, as long as you don't beat the stick to death..."

Song Qingshan waved his hand.

Qin Huairu was startled when he heard this, how much hatred did his old man have for the Jia family?

wrong.

After these years of getting along, Qin Huairu has also learned a lot about Song Qingshan's temper.

Since the old man beat up Jia Zhang a few years ago.

The Jia family has been fairly honest these years.

I haven't looked for anything anymore.

Everyone seems to be living in peace.

But it seems that since the birth of the stick, several of my children have fought with him every time.

The old man will not punish.

"Put the child in the back room, I'll go out and have a look."

Song Qingshan handed the little girl in his arms to Qin Huairu, and walked out of the house with his hands behind his back.

at this time.

The gate of the front yard.

It was already full of people.

"The stick's hand was blown to pieces by the firecracker?"

"That's right, Mrs. Jia and Zhang fainted from fright. Look at the alley is full of blood."

"My God, we can't let children play with firecrackers in the future."

"Bang Geng is usually mischievous, but this time he is honest."

"Who did you play the firecracker battle with?"

"Who else is there? The children of the old man Song's family, when something happens to the stick, they run so fast, I have seen it all."

"The old man Song will have a big deal this time."

"It's exciting to watch. Mrs. Jia Zhang values ​​her grandson more than her own life, so she won't fight Old Man Song this time."

"Why is the third uncle still lying at the door?"

The stick has been sent to the hospital, Jia Zhang also woke up from a coma, and followed like crazy.

Everyone didn't see this good show.

At this time, they were all standing at the gate of the courtyard, chattering and chatting.

but.

Everyone is very curious about why the third uncle Yan Bugui was lying in front of the courtyard when Bang Geng was injured by a firecracker.

Still clutching his crotch.

It seems that the injury is not light.

About ten minutes passed.

Yan Bugui finally stopped screaming, and it seems that he has recovered after a while.

It's just that no one is allowed to touch it.

Song Wu's kick seemed to hit a vital point.

But after all, he is a child, and his strength is definitely not as strong as his father Song Qingshan.

It just hurt to kick Yan Bugui.

Take it easy for a while.

"Third uncle, don't hold on. If it doesn't work, let's go to the hospital. Although five years have passed, I still know those doctors very well."

Silly Zhu stood in the crowd and said with a gloating smile.

He and Xu Damao threw balls.

People have been talking about it for several years, and they have long been used to it, and they don't care at all.

Now I see that Yan Bugui also suffers from this kind of injury.

Can't help laughing.

"Old Yan, if you also lose one, you won't be able to call you the third uncle in the future, you should be so rude."

Liu Haizhong also laughed and teased.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Master San, who did it wrong? Is it Old Man Song?"

"No, I don't think old man Song has been out."

"Could it be his children?"

A group of people guessed.

"Old man Song is here, don't talk anymore."

Someone saw Song Qingshan walking slowly from behind with his hands behind his back, and hurriedly reminded him.

Speak ill of old man Song behind his back.

This is the most taboo thing in the courtyard. If old man Song hears about it, the end will be miserable.

soon.

Song Qingshan came to the gate of the courtyard with his hands behind his back and his face somber.

Everyone automatically gave way.

People in the courtyard spoke bad things behind their backs, but on the surface they were all afraid of the old man.

The majesty is extremely deep.

Even Yi Zhonghai took a few steps back and stood behind without saying a word.

"Yan Pugui, is there anything serious?"

Song Qingshan bent down and looked down at Yan Bugui and asked in a flat tone.

"Mr. Song, my old Yan was kicked like this by your son. You are highly respected. Now that your son has made a mistake, what do you think?"

Yan Bugui saw that old man Song was coming, and immediately sat up from the ground.

He showed a very painful expression.

He was silent.

The third aunt asked in a strange way.