Chapter 270 Tishang’s father rode up the hill... (please subscribe and vote)

From behind, Cheng Yaojin chased him angrily, spitting all over Niu Jinda's face.

"Why are you trying to catch me? You fucking told me not to get angry in a hurry, but why did he run away as soon as you turned your head?"

When Niu Jinda faced this person, he really couldn't control himself, and he said loudly and vigorously.

"Aren't I afraid that you will stop me and prevent me from coming?"

Li Ji stroked his long beard and spoke earnestly and sincerely.

"Old Niu, I won't advise you, after all, this is your family matter. But you'd better think about it for your son.

If you want to understand, no one will stop you."

"How long do I have to think about it, motherfucker?" Niu Jinda said angrily.

"One stick of incense. After one stick of incense, we get out of the way and you go find your son." Li Ji raised his finger and said.

"You guys! Okay!" Niu Jinda took a deep breath, slammed the horse in his hand on the ground, turned over and dismounted.

He walked aside and squatted at the foot of a tree by the city gate without saying a word.

"This temper, ugh..."

Cheng Yaojin shook his head helplessly. Among the old brothers, the one who was least likely to get angry was Lao Niu.

But once you are really angry, or have some ideas, even the nine-headed ox can hardly stop you.

"After all, this is Lao Niu's family matter. It's really hard for us old brothers to persuade him. After all, he is just such a son."

"Yeah, anyway, I told him about Wei Tuo's thoughts. Next, it's up to him."

"Speaking of which, Wei Tuo is just like his father, and his temper is not much better..."

The low-pitched discussion of a group of old brothers came to his ears, and Lao Niu suddenly didn't realize it.

He just squatted under the big tree and stared blankly at the business travelers and passers-by passing through the city gate.

He saw a gray-haired old man, walking slowly, pushing a cart and selling small items.

I also saw a young woman leading a happy and carefree child, walking towards the city with light steps.

I also saw a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples, pulling a heavy cart loaded with goods, heading towards the city.

Behind him is a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old, gritting his teeth and pushing the cart from behind.

When the cart entered the city, he shouted, pointed forward, and urged.

This young man of sixteen or seventeen years old, carrying a heavy bag on his back, lowered his head for a while, then strode forward...

There was also an old woman who was tidying up her stall quickly, looking back from time to time to look at her toddler grandson who was leaning on the wall.

He couldn't help but think of what his old wife had said to him, and how he had scolded him for doting on his son and kept silent.

He also thought of the depressed expression on the face of the child Veda after he flatly refused.

There are also those old brothers who are all princes and dignitaries, but they are worried about their father and son and come here to persuade them.

Niu Jinda grabbed a piece of dry hard mud from the ground, rubbed it in his hands, and watched the mud and sand wash away.

Could this old cow be wrong? I just want my only son to live in peace, that's all...

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"Then let's just leave him alone?" Yipiao Gong and Hou Xiangui whispered worriedly.

Cheng Yaojin stroked his thick beard like a steel needle and glanced at the old brothers one by one.

"That's it, I'm afraid only the second brother can say a few words."

"Me?" Qin Qiong was a little confused, but Li Ji, who was standing next to him, was convinced.

"It's true, second brother, go over and talk to Lao Niu."

"There's no need to persuade him. Just tell him how you figured out how you dared to let the third child of the Cheng family undergo the operation."

These words made the other old brothers suddenly realize that indeed, this was the only one who was in a similar situation.

"Old Niu..." At this time, Qin Qiong slowly came to Niu Jinda's side, and squatted down like an old brother.

A big hand patted Niu Jinda's shoulder. "You don't want to see your child in danger."

"Just like my second brother, in the past, I didn't dare to take risks easily. I was afraid that if I was not careful, I would leave the whole family, orphans and widows..."

Niu Jinda turned his head and looked at Qin Qiong. Qin Qiong ignored him and just continued on his own.

He explained that he was afraid from the beginning that the operation would not be successful, and that in that case, the child, who was less than ten years old, might die.

If he endured it like that without dying, he might have been able to endure it for another three to five years before he died.

"But I'm not willing to do it." Qin Qiong pursed her lips, looked into the distance, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Qin has been on the battlefield for more than twenty years, and has fought hundreds of battles.

With a spear and a pair of maces, I will frighten all the heroes and make my name Qin Qiong known to the whole world."

"I, Qin Qiong, am not afraid of death, I dare to charge, I dare to kill, I dare to fight for my life with the enemy, but in the end, I am as cowardly as a turtle."

"I'm afraid of death, so I can only endure it. My mace is covered with thick dust, and my armor is almost rusty. I don't even dare to touch it..."

"Later you found out why?" Qin Qiong replied, but she smiled and asked herself.

"My son said that he likes his father who is like a great hero."

"So, I'm not afraid of death anymore..."

Having said this, Qin Qiong's voice suddenly stopped, she patted Lao Niu's shoulder, stood up and took deep breaths frequently.

Niu Jinda stood up slowly and looked at Brother Qin beside him, who seemed to be blinded by the sand blown by the wind.

"Second brother, I..."

"I'm not trying to persuade you. I'm just telling you what I think. Nothing more than a stick of incense."

Niu Jinda looked at the looks from the old brothers and heard that it was time to make incense.

But he slowly squatted back. "Let me think about it again..."

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A group of young people faced the cold wind of late autumn and admired the chilly wilderness of late autumn, talking and laughing loudly, drinking wine and eating meat.

Before he had finished drinking half of the wine, Cheng Chubi suddenly heard the sound of hooves that sounded like thunder.

Turning around, he saw a large group of uncles and elders, including his father Cheng Yaojin, arriving hand in hand, surrounded by elite and tough soldiers and generals.

Seeing this scene, all the young people were dumbfounded.

Only the Cheng family pretended to be stupid, especially the eldest brother Cheng Chumo, who looked even more confused, which was very showmanlike.

"What happened? How did my father know?"

"Yeah, I don't know either."

The second brother Cheng Chuliang showed a trace of wine on the corner of his mouth, and they cooperated very well, but his expression was too exaggerated, which was a negative comment.

When Niu Weituo saw his father Niu Jinda in the crowd, he immediately had the urge to turn around and run away.

But in the end, Niu Weituo picked up the wine bottle, raised his neck and took a few big gulps.

Then he strode forward and looked at his father who was riding up the hill.

Pushing the golden mountain to the ground, he prostrated himself on the grass and kowtowed three times, then raised his neck. "Dad."

Niu Jinda looked at this and knelt down on the ground. At this moment, his back was straight and his head was held high.

Staring at him without saying a word, the horse beneath him galloped slowly to a distance of three steps from Niu Weituo.

"No return?"

"No return!"

"..." Such a simple and clear answer made all the rough guys around him roll their eyes.

Cheng Chubi looked at his father and blinked frequently, only to receive a blank look from his father.

I understand, it seems that no one can calm down Uncle Niu's bad temper.

Niu Jinda kept riding his horse, walking around Niu Weituo who was kneeling on his knees.

The heavy iron hooves crushed the withered grass, and the churning dust and grass clippings were swept away by the biting cold wind.

Niu Weituo knelt on his knees, but his body was as straight as a Tang sword that he had wielded countless times.
Chapter completed!