Chapter 449 Honest and Cowardly Contractor Dad Has a Headache Everyday 5
Chapter 449 The honest and cowardly contractor father has a daily headache 5
The next day, a little boy knocked on Fuchen's door.
Yang Yong opened the door, "Whose child do you have? You knocked on the wrong door."
The little boy said seriously, "Uncle, is this Yang Fuchen's home?"
"Ah, yes. You want to play with our Fuchen, right?"
"No." The little boy said, "I want to ask her, why did she hit me?" He lifted up his clothes, revealing a bruise and purple patch.
"..." Yang Yong looked at the other party's bruises, remained silent, and turned to look into the room.
Fuchen was getting up to brush his teeth. When he walked to the door, he saw Wen Kaibin outside the door and paused.
"Fuchen, are you bullying anyone?" Yang Yong asked her.
Fuchen: "..."
My senior brother taught me that if you really don't like it, you can just find a corner where no one is and hit you. But he didn't say that the other party will sue the parents.
Yang Yong turned his head and said, "Don't worry, I will educate her well."
Fuchen raised his eyebrows and looked at how Yang Yong educated him.
Yang Yong was nagging, "Don't hit people, it's not good to hit people."
Fuchen said lazily, "Oh." He went straight to the sink to wash up and brush his teeth.
"Fuchen. It's not advisable to hit people. You can learn martial arts to protect yourself, but you can't bully others. We can't be like this."
Fuchen brushed his teeth and said "hmm" casually, waved his hand, and spit out water to quickly rinse the foam.
"People are also the treasures of the family. We cannot bully others."
Fuchen was upset and turned to stare at Yang Yong and warned, "Yang Yong, shut up."
Yang Yong was stunned, staring at Fuchen in disbelief, and finally muttered, "You can't say that about me, I'm your father."
Fuchen casually picked up the broom next to him and hit Yang Yong on the face, "Dad! Dad! You are my dad!" He said hit him every time.
Yang Yong stepped back repeatedly and raised his hand to block the broom, but was slapped neatly on his hand by Fuchen.
The broomstick was hit hard on the arm.
"Are you considered my dad?" Fuchen chased the person out the door, grabbing the door handle, "Get out!"
With a "bang", the doors were violently thrown together.
Yang Yong stood outside in confusion.
The family of three having breakfast next door listened to the sound and the last sound. Both Zhen and his wife were in disbelief and shook their heads. Zhen's mother opened the door and called people into the house to eat, "Father Fuchen, come in and eat."
Yang Yong still stood there, listening to the noise and waving his hands repeatedly, not to bother anyone.
Zhen's mother pulled the person in, and Zhen's father also pulled the person in. The two of them pulled the person into the house.
"How can you act like a father? You are going to serve your ancestors." Zhen's father said.
"Speak less," Zhen's mother warned.
"Bang!" There was another "bang" from the opposite door.
Yang Yong immediately wanted to get up and rush out to take a look.
"Eh--" Zhen's mother stopped the person, "You can't chase her out. You can't just listen to the child. She will do whatever she says. Otherwise, you won't be able to control her in the future. Sit down first." Zhen's mother stopped the person and said, "
Treat him."
Zhen's father nodded, "Eating. How can she be so hungry that your family can still be hungry? She can stay out by herself for half a month without coming home -"
As soon as the words came out, the three adults reacted at the same time and looked at each other with wide eyes: You won't run away from home again, right?
Yang Yong immediately rushed out to find someone.
Zhen's father stuffed the buns into his mouth, but Zhen's mother looked at him and asked him to help.
Zhen Shen sat in her seat, eating her meal quietly with a simple look on her face.
On the other side, Fuchen ran out of the community and squatted on a trail, silently waiting for someone. After a while, Wen Kaibin walked past the intersection. Fuchen quickly stepped forward and led the person to the trail.
"Floating, floating dust." Wen Kaibin trembled with fright.
Fuchen frowned, "Go home?"
"Ah." Wen Kaibin was at a loss and didn't know what Fu Chen was doing.
"Let's go. I'll go to your house and file a complaint." Fuchen grabbed the other person's neck and pushed towards the person next to him.
"Ah?" Wen Kaixuan was confused and didn't dare to disobey. He was led forward quickly by Fu Chen.
Where is Wen Kaibin's home? Fuchen heard it from those girls.
Guanghua Community is not far away. It won't take long for the two of them to walk along the trail.
Wen Kaibin was held hostage all the way back to the door. When he opened the courtyard door, he saw his grandmother watering the flowers at the door. Her grandmother smiled and greeted, "Binbin brought his classmates to play."
Fuchen opened his mouth, "No. I'll file a complaint!"
Wen Kaibin did not dare to speak.
"Ouch. Did my Binbin bully you?" Grandma put down the shower and asked people to come into the house quickly, "Quickly, let's go into the house and talk. I'll ask his parents to come over. You can't bully girls."
The family served tea and water, and asked Fuchen to sit down with a plate of fruit and snacks. They asked Fuchen very solemnly to tell him how he was bullied.
Fuchen picked up the fruit tea and took a sip to soothe his throat.
Wen Kaibin stood aside with his head lowered, waiting to be scolded.
Fuchen said, "He asked me to be his girlfriend, and I agreed. When I turned around, he found several more girlfriends."
"Oh." Grandma muttered, "This is not good."
Fuchen: "I beat him."
Grandma: "Well done! He should be beaten!" Grandma nodded Wen Kaixuan's head.
Fuchen: "He just came to my house to complain. My dad lectured me and even beat me!" Fuchen pulled up his pants, revealing a bruise on his leg. This was from a fall while running. "This is a beating for me."
.It’s not that I run fast, there is more.”
Fuchen pointed to the scar on his chin and the gash that had been cut before, "My dad is good at beating people. My dad beat me with a clothes hanger."
Wen Kaibin's mother looked at the injuries on her face and felt heartbroken, "This is really...how can you hit a girl in the face?" She turned around and ordered Wen Kaibin coldly, "Binbin, apologize."
Wen Kaibin lowered his head and muttered, "I'm sorry."
"louder."
"I'm sorry!" Wen Kaibin shouted loudly, with a cry in his voice.
Wen Kaibin's father looked at Fuchen with a smile. He noticed the location of the injuries and Fuchen's bulging schoolbag, "So you ran out and came to complain?"
Fuchen raised his head, "Yes!"
"He has two families to eat for his family! He should be beaten!" Fuchen didn't know whether the word was used correctly or not, so he used it because he thought it meant something like this, "He sued me, and I will sue him! He wants to be beaten."
I, I will call him back!"
Grandma supports: "It's the right thing to do!"
Wen Kaibin’s mother couldn’t laugh or cry.
Wen Kaibin's father continued to type: "Do your parents know?"
"My mother is dead." Fuchen said this without caring, "My father wants to find me a stepmother."
One sentence made everyone sympathize unanimously.
"Oh, what a sin." Grandma said "tsk tsk" twice and took the initiative to say hello, "Have you eaten? If you haven't eaten, grandma will cook for you."
"I haven't eaten yet. I'll have a quick meal as soon as I get up." Fuchen continued to work carelessly.
Wen Kaibin on the side cried, and was educated by his mother's eyebrows, "Binbin, what do gentlemen do? See how you do it? Gentlemen will respect girls and treat girls wholeheartedly. If you treat girls half-heartedly, you are disrespectful. Gentlemen dare to do what they do."
, he is a generous person. It is normal to be beaten when you do something wrong. It is stingy to complain." He pushed his son to the wall and said, "Reflect on it."
Wen Kaibin cried uncontrollably and promised, "I won't do it again."
Fuchen was coaxed by his grandma to eat a bowl of red dates and chestnut porridge. He sat on the sofa and looked at Wen Kaibin who was standing opposite him with a smile.
Wen Kaibin's father reminded Wen's mother, "Remember to call the kindergarten and ask the teacher to call her father."
Mother Wen said, "Let her finish her breakfast. She will definitely not be able to have breakfast when she goes back (because she will be beaten)."
Father Wen reminded, "Don't. I think this one has run away from home. Look at how bulging her schoolbag is. Be prepared."
Mother Wen glanced at her schoolbag and nodded to express her understanding.
Dad Wen went out to work.
Fuchen turned his head and watched this person leave. He quickly cooked the porridge, put down the bowl, picked up his schoolbag and left.
"Sit down for a while." Mother Wen greeted.
Fuchen smiled and turned back, "No need. I ran away from home. Auntie must have called me."
Mother Wen stepped forward to continue. Fuchen opened the door and ran away in a flash.
"Talk to your father carefully." Mother Wen shouted.
Grandma came down from upstairs, "Why are you leaving? I was still preparing to make lunch."
Yang Yong received the call and rode his motorcycle to Guanghua Community. When he rushed over, Fuchen had already run away. He adjusted the surveillance system and found that Fuchen took a taxi and ran away.
"How much money does Fu Chen have on him?" Zhen's father was confused, and he even took a taxi.
Yang Yong was embarrassed, "I don't know. It should be more than a thousand yuan." Fuchen asked for a lot of money from him. He gave him a few thousand yuan this semester. He knew Fuchen would save it, but he didn't know how much.
Wen’s mother also said to Yang Yong, “Communicate well with your children and don’t hit them.”
Yang Yong could not speak.
Zhen’s father laughed, “He was beaten by Fuchen!”
Mother Wen: This...
The three families helped to walk together. After 24 hours, Yang Yong went to the police station to file a case. He now ran to the police station as if he was running to his mother-in-law's house.
In the evening, Father Wen returned to the house and learned the true situation of Fuchen. He pointed at Wen Kaibin with a smile and said, "I told you to provoke people everywhere. You must have provoked someone you can't afford to offend."
Wen Kaibin lowered his head and was speechless.
"Look at the injuries on the body again. Don't find any hidden injuries." Father Wen commanded.
Mother Wen and Grandma Wen looked up and down at Wen Kaibin.
This time, people from the police station searched for six days and found the man who was killing fish to eat in Qingluo Mountain, 12 kilometers away from home.
This time it was the wild fishermen who provided the information.
The police were not in a hurry and chatted while watching.
Although the child is young, he knows how to find caves, buy quilts and pots, and buy lighters and rain mats. He also knows how to find small ponds and touch stranded fish. He uses stones to brush fish scales, digs out the flesh, cleaves fish gills and eyes, and rinses them twice.
Throw into the boiling pot.
When the police came over, they calmly took out half a bottle of liquor and poured it in.
"You're doing a pretty good job of cleaning up the place. Are kids so awesome these days?" the policeman sighed.
Looking around, I guess he picked up some wine from someone who was fishing in the wild.
This is not over yet.
Fuchen took out a can of dried radish from the bag - it was a gift from Wen Kaibin's mother, and poured it all into it.
After stirring, wait until the red meat turns white, then start using chopsticks.
Wait for the person to slowly finish the fish and meat, then take the person to the police station.
The procedures are all familiar.
Yang Yong asked the police to educate him, but he was stabbed by Fuchen.
The police uncle took the trouble to talk about education, "Children can't be like this. Do you know how much it costs people to find you? How anxious is your father..."
Fuchen rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall, looking at the dust on the fan out of boredom.
"Go back and give him a good beating. If you remember the pain, you will know what to do!" the police uncle said to Yang Yong.
Fuchen heard this and said "cut".
Yang Yong looked at Fuchen, turned to the police and said, "Why don't you help me beat him."
police:"……"
After Fuchen returned, Yang Yong treated her to a feast of fish and meat. She never thought about beating him, but he would still say from time to time, "Don't hit people, beating people is not good."
"Don't lie, lying is not good."
Yang Yong couldn't explain why it was not good. He was asked by his mother to go out to work to earn money when he was thirteen years old, and he really had no experience in educating children.
During the New Year, work was tight and money was high. Yang Yong had not yet established himself and did not dare to give up the opportunity to make money. He led others to grab work and came home late every night. He could only ask his next door neighbor to take care of Fu Chen. He also gave Fu Chen money, but he didn't like it.
You don’t have to eat it.
Zhen's father doesn't like the dust. Every time he goes into Zhen Shen's room and sees the two of them, the one here is sitting here quietly doing his winter vacation homework, and the other one is sitting far away, eating and playing games.
No matter how much the adults played, the two children couldn't play together.
The little boy despises his precious son for being mute.
Father Zhen rolled his eyes and left.
Fuchen raised his head and saw the white eyes, but he didn't take it seriously.
Father Zhen is petty and playful, and Mother Zhen is in charge of everything in the house. Whether she wants to come in depends entirely on Mother Zhen’s face.
On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Fuchen went out to play. As soon as he returned to the gate of the community, Zhen's father saw Fuchen and said, "Go back quickly! A relative of yours has come to your house and wants to borrow money! He wants your father to give him 300,000 yuan for the house!"
"Ah?" Fuchen was confused and ran back to the house. He saw Yang Yong and a child pulling at his schoolbag, and the candy inside fell out.
Fuchen was so angry that he kicked the child, grabbed his schoolbag back, and went to touch his own money.
"What are you doing!" The woman wanted to slap him with a big slap.
Yang Yong grabbed his hand and refused to let go.
The man pointed at Yang Yong, "Yang Yong! She is your aunt! How dare you touch her like this! Let go!"
Yang Yong's face turned red from suppressing his emotions. He lowered his head and did not dare to speak. He did not let go of his hands.
"Where's my money!" Fuchen shouted, glaring at the person in front of him. "Take my money back!"
"What's your money! This is the money we borrowed!" The woman pointed at the boy, "This is your brother! He is going to elementary school and needs money to study!"
The boy stood up and wanted to hit Fuchen. Fuchen threw his schoolbag, grabbed the boy and beat him violently. "Give me the money! Give me the money!" He picked up the ashtray next to him and hit the boy on the head.
The boy was pinned to the ground.
The man rushed over to kick someone.
Yang Yong saw it and ran over to push him away, but was slapped hard by the woman behind him.
"Yang Yong! We are your uncles and aunts! This is your nephew! He is the only blood of your Yang family! You have money to buy a house, but you have no money to lend us? Are you cool?" The woman grabbed the man and yelled.
Fuchen grabbed the boy and beat him violently. The boy was pinned to the ground, unable to resist.
The man wanted to fight Fuchen, but Yang Yong pulled him away.
Yang Yong was beaten violently by the couple, holding his head and not daring to resist.
The boy cried and shouted, "Mom!"
The woman let go of Yang Yong and rushed over to hit Fuchen on the head, but Fuchen dodged him.
The woman picked up the boy and felt very distressed. She pointed at Fuchen and said, "How come you weren't beaten to death by the old woman! When the old woman goes down, she should take you with her!"
Fuchen's face was gloomy. She hated the old woman the most. She hated anyone mentioning the old woman and her.
When Yang Yong heard the noise, he suddenly jumped up and threw the man to the ground and beat him.
"His dad!" the woman screamed.
Fuchen took out a stick from the house and hit the woman's neck hard.
"Ouch!" the woman screamed!
"Get down!" Fuchen slapped the boy in the face with his backhand.
"Ah!" the boy cried.
The woman was protecting the boy, but when Fuchen desperately called him, she kept hiding behind her and kept running towards the balcony.
Fuchen chased the man and hit him on the calf. The woman knelt on the ground, crawled and rolled to push the boy into the balcony, and then ran into the balcony herself. She pushed the door open and refused to let him in.
The woman turned her head and saw Father Zhen and his son who had been listening to the play on the balcony opposite.
Father Zhen looked at the two of them expressionlessly.
Inside the house, Fuchen lifted a stool and smashed it on the balcony, chasing people and hitting them.
"Ah!" the woman screamed, and was chased and beaten repeatedly by the angry Fuchen. She was beaten from the balcony to the house, and then ran to the door.
The man on the ground was kept pressed against the wall by Yang Yong, kicked and beaten.
Fuchen saw the man, locked his target with red eyes, raised his stick high and hit the man on the head with a "snap".
Yang Yong was frightened and let go of his hand.
The man saw stars in his eyes and walked on. But then, the man knew what it meant to feel pain all over his body.
Fuchen stared at the man and beat him indiscriminately.
"His dad!" the woman screamed, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting! I'm going to admit it!" She ran in and dragged the man out.
Fuchen directed his output at the two of them.
Yang Yong was so frightened that he pulled Fuchen to persuade him, "Stop fighting. Stop fighting."
Fuchen was pulled by Yang Yong to prevent him from moving.
The man and woman escaped in embarrassment. When they went out, the woman turned back and pointed at Yang Yong, "Yang Yong! Just wait! Don't even think about going home during the Chinese New Year! You don't recognize your relatives! Just wait!"
Fuchen struggled out and rushed out to fight again.
The woman was so frightened that she ran up the stairs to escape.
Father Zhen opened the door. He saw a family of three, tsk tsk, what a big show. He turned around and looked at him again, clutching a stick with a grumpy look, and closed the door with a "bang".
When Fuchen saw the person going down, he reacted and said, "My money!" He grabbed the stick and chased the person down.
In the corridor of the community, a family of three was walking limping left and right, cursing. When they turned around and heard the noise, they saw Fu Chen running out with a fierce look, holding a stick. They were so frightened that their faces changed, and they immediately started running.
He slapped the floating dust stick down and shouted, "Give me my money!"
"Give me my money back!"
The three of them jumped away and escaped in three directions.
Fuchen focused on the little boy. The woman protected the calf, grabbed a handful of money and threw it on the ground to attract Fuchen. Fuchen slapped the boy to the ground with a stick, stepped on the boy to prevent him from getting up, "Pay back the money!"
The woman was so frightened that she shouted, "I'll give it, I'll give it!" and took out two hundred.
"I have 4200!" Fuchen shouted!
The woman shouted, "I didn't take it! Your dad only gave me 3,000!" Fuchen stepped on the boy.
The boy is crying on the ground.
The man picked up a big stone and prepared to pat it quietly behind it.
Seeing this, the woman attracted attention and said, "I'll give it, I'll give it."
Fuchen didn't notice the man approaching quietly.
The movement of the four people had already attracted the attention of people in the community. When they saw the man attacking Fuchen, the old man on the side yelled, "Hey!" and threw the pork bag he just bought!
Fuchen turned his head and noticed the movement, raised his stick and slapped the man, and then hit the woman. The woman jumped away, but the boy at her feet did not.
The floating dust hit the boy with a "slap". The boy yelled.
"I give!"
The woman screamed, ran back to pick up the money, hid the money quietly, and took out three thousand from her wallet, "Only three thousand."
Fuchen didn't listen at all and slapped the boy on the body.
The man rushed forward to hit Fuchen. People around him gathered around him and said, "Try to hit me quickly! You even robbed the child of his money! How dare you do it!"
The man, surrounded by the crowd, explained, "I am her uncle!"
"Grandpa can't do it either!"
Yang Yong ran over silently. The man greeted Yang Yong, "Yang Yong! Tell them who I am!"
Yang Yong punched him out! He had always been defensive and did not dare to hit anyone. But he could not hit his daughter!
Yang Yong suppresses people and beats them!
Seeing this, the woman said, "Here! We'll give you money!" She hurriedly took out 1,200 from her pocket and put it somewhere for Fuchen.
Fuchen took the money, spit and lit it, confirmed 4200, took back the money, and hit the woman in the face with the stick again, warning, "If you dare to tell me anything about the old woman again, I won't beat you to death!"
The uncle next to him saw Fuchen beating someone and said, "Oh, you are so violent."
Yang Yong pressed down on the man and kept beating him.
The woman was anxious and had no choice but to call the police. If she asked for money, she was beaten up.
After the police arrived, the onlookers listened to the whole show and pointed at the man and woman, "You are worthy of being an uncle! Are you a bully who is honest and won't resist? He also takes money from children. Do you want to be shameless? Bah."
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Just when the policeman was about to speak, the aunt pointed at the woman and said, "You shameless person! What does it have to do with your son's schooling? I still have money to buy a house, but I don't have the money to lend you money. Your money was blown away by the wind? If you have the money, you can."
Feet, if you don’t earn them yourself, if you can’t help it, why don’t you go beg for food! You come to someone else’s house to rob them! And you show off your power! Is this giving you face?”
The woman pointed at her family, "We were all injured and must pay compensation! Comrade police, we want to sue them!"
The person next to me started talking again, "I'm trying to blackmail someone because I couldn't steal it anymore. Your family is like this! You deserve to be beaten to death! Who dares to open the door for me?"
Police: I sincerely thank you for speaking up. I can’t speak well.
Fuchen's eyes rolled, and Youyou said, "They also said that we can't go back to our hometown to celebrate the New Year! If we beat him, the ancestral grave will be blown up, and the ancestors will not let us go! He will tell all his relatives and ancestors, so that everyone will not
Associate with us.”
Yang Yong:……
He asked Fuchen quietly: "Don't lie."
Fuchen raised his hand and slapped it away.
Woman: Damn, you have such a venomous mouth.
The theatergoer next to me was furious again, "What a big face! Tell me! Which province and place are you from! I don't believe it, we don't have any relatives there!"
"You still have friends even if you don't have any relatives! If you go back and talk about it properly, you will be able to spit shit out of your mouth."
The family of three was pointed at by many people in the community. Unable to resist the pressure of public opinion, they dragged people away and ran away.
The policeman listened too much and said, "You hit me by mistake, but you did a good thing."
Fuchen remembered something, "Yang Yong!"
Yang Yong stiffened and turned around.
"You gave them three thousand? How much more did you give them!"
Yang Yong quickly waved his hand, "No, no, I really have no money."
"If you don't have money, give them my money! Okay! You're in heaven!" Fuchen hit Yang Yong on the back with a stick. Yang Yong felt pain and took two steps back.
Fuchen grabbed the stick and chased Yang Yong.
The crowd of onlookers stopped him, "Fuchen, you can't be beaten, you can't be beaten. He is your father!"
Some people hate Yang Yong for not living up to expectations, "How do you become a father to others? You also give money to your children! Why do you need to borrow money if you don't have any money? Your children don't want to live? Don't celebrate the New Year? Don't start school and pay tuition?"
Yang Yong opened his mouth and didn't know how to speak. As soon as he put his hand into his pocket, Fuchen's stick came over to greet him.
Yang Yong didn't run away either. He hid left and right and ate from time to time.
