Chu Hao came to the front hall of the yard and looked up and saw five or six men with beaten noses and swollen faces lying on the bluestone floor. They were all tied tightly with cowhide ropes and had rags stuffed in their mouths.

Among them was a short, fat, wretched-looking, pig-headed man with a few young and beautiful gada beans. Chu Hao also knew him.

Ichiro Iwasaki, the younger brother of Miyuki Iwasaki, an arrogant and domineering second-generation ancestor of the island country, was once blocked in the alley of a friendship store by himself, put a sack over his head, and was beaten violently.

At this time, like a little chicken, Li Dahu, who was more than 1.9 meters tall, was lifted up in the air, and his palms as big as casseroles were slapped in greetings, which made Ichiro Iwasaki scream and call for mercy.

On the ground next to Iwasaki Ichiro, there was a middle-aged Mediterranean man with a typical appearance of an island country man. His cunning triangular eyes were always observing the scene, and he deliberately kept a small beard everywhere.

Seeing Chu Hao glance over, he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

The remaining three thugs who looked like his followers stared at Li Dahu with undisguised hatred in their eyes.

Old man Zhu was lying on the rocking chair leisurely, smiling as he watched Li Dahu clean up Ichiro Iwasaki.

In addition to the old lady accompanying him, there was also a young man wearing brown old-rimmed glasses and looking gentle and honest.

Seeing Chu Hao appear, Iwasaki Ichiro was stunned for a moment. Then he seemed to have figured out something and glared at Chu Hao angrily and cursed:

"Baga Yalu! It turns out that you, a Chinese, are behind all this. How can we repair it? I will tell you who sent them. That day you and that flower girl dared to attack me and my sister. I have not yet

Looking for an opportunity to deal with you, you actually dare to provoke our Iwasaki family again and again, don't fight, don't fight..."

His words were intermittent. Li Dahu thought he was noisy and kept greeting him with his big ears.

Looking at Iwasaki Ichiro's already wretched pig-headed face, he was beaten so hard that he almost couldn't recognize it.

If the beating continued, Li Dahu was worried that he would damage the kid's head. He stopped, looked at Chu Hao and Old Man Zhu, scratched his head, and asked in a low voice:

"How about this? He seems to have given in. If I continue to beat him, I'm afraid I'll beat this kid stupid..."

Old man Zhu happily drank the tea handed over by his wife and said with a smile:

"Hey, where are you? It is said that the people of this island country are thick-skinned and thick-skinned. Even if they fall into the hands of the enemy, they will still be strong-willed and will not surrender. We must respect their persistence. Besides, you

Why are you so soft-hearted when you slap me? I went to the battlefield and killed a dozen of them with my own hands. I killed them with no mercy. You just slapped me with a few hundred slaps. Go ahead and slap another five hundred..."

Iwasaki Ichiro was secretly peeping at Shen Aoxue. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He thought to himself, where did this flower girl come from? Yo, yo, yo, I like Taijun so much.

When he heard that he was going to draw another five hundred, Iwasaki was so frightened that he was completely shocked.

Every time Li Dahu's rough palm, the size of a casserole, was slapped on his face, it would cause him to suffer an extremely severe concussion and make him buzz.

It was like slapping watermelons. If another five hundred came, he couldn't help but fearfully thinking that he would be smacked in the head by them.

Thinking of this, Iwasaki Ichiro was completely frightened and hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy with a tearful voice:

"My dear brothers and sisters, have mercy on me. This time it's my fault. In your words, it's like being too blind to see the mountains. I'm lighting a lantern in a manhole and looking for shit. You see, what I said is quite right. In fact, I

I love your culture very much. This time it was me who was so obsessed with it that I offended all the elders, brothers and sisters. Please don’t get angry with me, a bug, because it will hurt your health. You can put forward conditions. No matter what the conditions are, we can discuss them.

..."

"Not bad, not bad. You use the catchphrase really well. It can be seen that you have put a lot of effort into learning our language..."

Chu Hao smiled and applauded, and Iwasaki Ichiro couldn't help but feel proud, and couldn't help but smile obscenely:

"Well, you see how well I speak Japanese in Japanese. It took me more than a month to learn it from several girls from Yanjing. They said they wanted to study abroad in island countries in the future, and they came to me to learn Japanese every day.

, I just happened to be exchanging with them and learned the Yanjing dialect. Well, listen to it, it’s so authentic..."

Chu Hao smiled slightly and waved his hand to Li Dahu, who was in a daze and couldn't understand: ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

"Come on, brother Dahu, since he is so eager to learn, you can teach him how we old Yanjing men whip people. That's what we call authentic. You whip first. I didn't say whether to stop or not. I

Let’s talk to Mr. Zhu about how to solve this matter..."

"Oh no... Ouch..."

Iwasaki Ichiro was dumbfounded. Before he could react, Li Dahu grabbed his hair.

Pulling back, the pain caused Ichiro Iwasaki to scream like a slaughtered pig, and the thick, rough hands as big as a casserole caused him to have a concussion again.

Chu Hao was too lazy to talk nonsense with Iwasaki Ichiro. He made a rough guess in his mind. Old Man Zhu told him before that there was a group of islanders who were searching for antiques and antiques, and they had conflicts with Old Man Zhu and others.

According to the insidiousness and cunningness of the people of the island country who must retaliate, they must have a grudge against Old Man Zhu. It is most likely that they stole the chicken but failed to lose the rice, and the old and spicy Old Man Zhu turned against him.

Old man Zhu stood up with the help of the old lady and invited everyone to sit down in the living room. He smiled and introduced the gentle young man wearing brown old-framed glasses to Chu Hao:

"This is Qiao Bai, majoring in archeology at Yan'an University. He is a junior this year. He has learned a lot about archeology and has a good eye. My old man has been wandering around Panjiayuan in Liulichang recently. He has fallen in love with me several times.

The same thing came and went again and again, and this guy wanted to learn something from me. Let me tell you, in the future, if I have a young man who knows the business and can run errands to help me, my old man will be able to collect things more efficiently...

..."

Hearing what Old Man Zhu said, Chu Hao knew that Old Man Zhu had found a reliable helper. He spoke in a normal way, but Old Man Zhu took notice of him, and his eyesight was naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Chu Hao smiled and reached out his hand, jokingly:

"Senior Brother Qiao Bai, my name is Chu Hao. I am a freshman at Yanjing University of Foreign Studies. I like antiques very much. I feel that the things left by our ancestors cannot be buried and spoiled. Foreigners are just picking up the slack.

, and then I worked together with Uncle Zhu to collect more. Before, I thought it would be great if someone could help Mr. Zhu, but I was hoping for the stars and the moon, and for you, senior student of Yan University, to be here...

.”

Seeing Chu Hao's polite and interesting words, Qiao Bai also smiled and said:

"Hey, you are not a top student. Junior brother, your University of Foreign Studies is known as the cradle of diplomats and has a bright future. How is it like our archeology major at Yan University, where we study a bunch of ancient tombs all day long? From a certain perspective, we are like tomb robbers.
Chapter completed!