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

"Hahaha, Jia Dongxu won't let me call you dad this time."

"Retribution."

Xu Damao laughed out loud, feeling particularly relieved.

I even feel a little grateful to Song Qingshan in my heart.

"Grandpa, I..."

Jia Dongxu still wanted to defend himself with 417, but when he saw Song Qingshan's sharp eyes.

Terrified all over.

Do it quickly.

He looked around and found no one he could offend, so he ran over to let others call him father.

This is fucking much more difficult than Xu Damao kneeling and calling someone else's father to get someone to agree.

Jia Dongxu looks like he is mourning his concubine.

I feel like I'm dead this time.

He looked around, and finally stopped his gaze on Sha Zhu.

In this yard.

He also has a better relationship with Shazhu.

"Silly Zhu, you call me daddy, and I'll call you grandpa after this incident is over, okay?"

"I called you stepfather so many times in the past, you should just pay me back, it's not a big problem."

Jia Dongxu came to Sha Zhu.

Asked in a negotiating tone.

"Fuck you, you're so stupid to think I'm a fool, let me call you father in front of so many people?"

"boom."

Shazhu became angry from embarrassment, his words reminded him of his bad relationship with Jia Zhang, and he punched Jia Dongxu hard in the face.

"Oops—."

Jia Dongxu screamed, the punch made him dizzy.

Jia Dongxu covered his face and begged someone to call him father one by one.

The result is either beaten or scolded.

After a while, the nose was blue and the face was swollen, which was horrible.

that's it.

Xu Damao knelt in front and called someone else's father, while Jia Dongxu begged someone to call him father in the back.

The scene was extremely absurd.

Until the last question was asked, no one dared to say yes to Xu Damao.

"Old master, can you recognize your mother?"

Xu Damao asked with a sad face.

Song Qingshan didn't say a word, and led the children back to the backyard. Before leaving, he smiled and glanced at Xu Damao.

See this smile.

Xu Damao was terrified.

Damn, don't laugh!

What do you mean by that smile? You can just stare at me and scold me a few words.

The more Song Qingshan gave him a good face.

Xu Damao became more and more frightened, and he was under great pressure.

It always feels like there is a kitchen knife hanging over my head.

It might fall on you at night.

Seeing Song Qingshan leave, Jia Dongxu heaved a sigh of relief, and hurried back to the front yard as if fleeing for his life.

I didn't dare to go out for several days.

Everyone in the courtyard is almost in the same situation, especially the residents who live in the backyard, hiding at home every day is like being in prison.

There is also a coffin lying horizontally in the yard.

It made everyone feel that the person lying in it was not necessarily old man Song, it was most likely himself.

The people in the courtyard were terrified.

He endured endless torment in his heart, and had nightmares every day, dreaming that he was hacked to death by old man Song.

This kind of psychological pressure is more uncomfortable than a beating.

Is the old man still dead?

No one answered.

Another three days later, this afternoon, several children of Song Qingshan were playing in the courtyard, and everyone in the courtyard stood in the house and dared not go out, for fear of offending these children.

But suddenly.

I saw Qin Huairu come out of the house in a panic.

Called the children back.

Everyone was shocked, the old man is dying, is this going to call back to confess his last words? .

190 Song Qingshan dies, the hunting time officially begins! ! !

at dusk.

Qin Huairu called the children back in a panic.

This scene was seen by all the birds.

All showed ecstasy, one by one rushed to tell each other, happily.

"Old Yan, go and have a look, old man Song is dying."

Three aunts ran home.

There was an excited vibrato in the tone.

"I've heard this kind of words ten times. If old man Song doesn't lie in the coffin, I wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death."

Wrapped in a quilt, Yan Bugui sat on a chair in the main room with a weak complexion.

He has just recovered from a serious illness.

Moreover, he also suffers from the sequela of being afraid of the cold, as long as he goes out and the cold wind blows, he will tremble all over.

The whole body seems to be leaking from all sides.

"Mom, where did you get the news, don't lie about the military situation again?"

Yan Jiecheng's eyes were filled with impatience.

These days.

Gossip came out of the courtyard every day, and I could hear it eight hundred times a day that the old man was dying.

The result is a feint every time.

It makes people happy and sad for a while, and hallucinations appear in the brain now.

"This time it's absolutely true. Old man Song has already begun to confess his last words."

"You don't go, right? If you don't go, I will go by myself."

"I guess when the old man dies, many people in the yard will have to settle accounts. I have to go quickly, or I won't get anything."

"Xie Cheng, if you don't go, if Qin Jingru is snatched away later, don't blame Mom for not reminding you in advance."

The third aunt turned and left.

When he walked to the door, he didn't forget to turn his head to remind his son Yan Jiecheng.

"Mom, if you say that..."

"Then I can't sit still."

Upon hearing that Qin Jingru was going to be snatched away.

Yan Jie stood up immediately and followed his mother, even more anxious than his mother.

Jia family.

"Mom just got home, and she heard such good news. It's a double blessing."

"Son, my wife is dying. Let's hurry up and get ready. The people in the yard look like bandits. It looks like the Song family is going to go bankrupt today."

Jia Zhang was detained for more than 20 days.

I was just released today, and I haven't been home for an hour.

His son Jia Dongxu spread the good news from the outside. Jia Zhang's old and fat face smiled like a chrysanthemum.

"Grandma, you said that the people in the yard will rob the Song family after a while?"

Stick was locked up in the juvenile prison for a week.

but.

He mixed with a group of friends inside, and returned home after going crazy outside for more than ten days.

A pair of eyes looked more treacherous than before.

"Grandma's precious grandson, how can you use the word rob? We are settling accounts and taking back what belonged to us."

"Steal, steal, don't talk nonsense."

Jia Zhang explained with a smile while holding his precious grandson Banggun.

"Grandma, you are right. Those little bastards of the Song family owe me two fingers each. Just wait. Sooner or later, they will all be disabled."

Stick stems said such words with vicious eyes at a young age, as if they were commonplace.

Jia Dongxudou, who was standing aside, was a little terrified when he heard that.

Such a cruel child.

Is it Lao Tzu's own birth?

"My grandson is really kind. Grandma likes you very much. From now on, you will be the one who can cover the sky in our courtyard. The first uncle, the second uncle, and the third uncle all stand aside."

"You have to listen to what my grandson says."

When Jia Zhang saw the performance of the stick, he felt a burst of joy in his heart, and quickly hugged him to cherish him.

It is said that habitual children are like killing children.

This old godmother made her only grandson into a little bastard, and sooner or later he would fall into her hands.

"Dongxu, why are you still standing in a daze, hurry up and get a bag, and when you get old and kick your legs, don't take anything, first control Qin Huairu, and then ask her where she put all her savings at home. "

"That's the key."

Jia Zhang hugged her precious grandson, then looked up at her son Jia Dongxu and said.

"Mom, this is not good."

Jia Dongxu felt a little guilty. He still had lingering fears about being frightened by old man Song two days ago.

They didn't dare to run to the middle courtyard anymore.

Thinking of the bent old man now, Jia Dongxu's heart shuddered.

Afraid to the bone.