Chapter 243: The second one is on, but I can’t get rid of him. I’ll do it later, brother (please give me a monthly ticket for recommendation)
Rushing to the entrance of the courtyard, Niu Jinda saw his son Niu Weituo, who had lost his left foot, limping and stretching his legs.
He was so excited that he even walked around the courtyard crazily. "I can really leave, right?"
"Weituo!" A hoarse roar suddenly came, causing the excited Niu Weituo to stiffen and turn his head away.
Seeing his father standing at the gate of the courtyard, already in tears, Niu Weituo took a step forward, staggering a little, but walking with great determination, towards his father.
"Dad, look at me...I don't need crutches anymore. I can walk around on my own. Look, I can even squat down and stand up..."
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Cheng Chubi stood on the corridor at the door of the room, looking at the father and son who were speechless, saw the tearful Niu Jinda, and also saw what seemed like a moment.
Niu Weituo suddenly burst out all the emotions that had been stored up for several years, and after chasing Niu Jinda.
Quietly, he stopped and left his father, Cheng Yaojin, to hold his arms and cry.
Cheng Chubi felt so helpless that the big bosses started crying, which was really uncomfortable.
The eldest brother and the second brother also had red eyes, but they turned away their heads hypocritically, wiped their eyes quietly and put on a arrogant posture.
It seemed that they were afraid that others would see them showing their true feelings, which would damage the old Cheng family's tradition of men of steel who bleed but never shed tears.
The conscientious craftsman gave suggestions to Cheng Chubi from the side.
"Third Young Master, there seems to be something wrong with Young Master Niu's gait. It may be that the bottom of the prosthetic limb is a little slanted, and I'm afraid it needs to be adjusted."
"Let's wait for a while, let him vent properly, and wait until his mood stabilizes before we talk." Cheng Chubi forced a smile towards the unsophisticated craftsman.
At this moment, Cheng Chubi really didn't want to disturb the father and son who were hugging each other and crying.
After a long time, Uncle Niu and his son, who were crying with runny noses and tears, calmed down a little.
After noticing the countless pairs of gossiping eyes around them, the father and son hugged each other, with tears streaming down their faces, and they suddenly became embarrassed.
However, the Cheng family's one-two-three stood not far away with playful smiles and pointed, and Uncle Niu's old face turned a little dark.
Fortunately, at this time, Cheng Yaojin strode forward and glanced at these bastards fiercely. "What are you doing here? Why don't you go back to the house."
Seeing his father's posture of pouring loving fatherly love into his fists and feet, the Cheng family fled back to the house as fast as lightning.
The others couldn't afford to offend this famous and noble bully, so they retreated directly.
Cheng Yaojin then turned his head and hit Niu Weituo's shoulder with a big slap three times in a row.
Stroking his thick beard like a steel needle, he looked kindly at the nephew of Wei Tuo who had almost dislocated his shoulder and had black lines on his face as if he were covered in tears.
"Okay, you finally have a full beard and tail again. You can withstand my strength and you are still the wise nephew of Wei Tuo that I know. Wow haha..."
Niu Jinda took this time to quickly turn around and wipe the wet marks on his face, and said with a smile, "Okay, don't bother this kid. Let's go, I'll have a drink with you."
"Weituo, Dad, Dad is very happy." Niu Jinda looked at the son in front of him who was as tall as himself and as muscular as himself.
There is some sadness, but more of it is a sense of relief and relief.
"Okay, go and thank your good brothers. Dad and your Uncle Cheng will go there first." After thinking about it, he couldn't help but punch Niu Weituo twice in the chest.
I saw Niu Weituo swaying slightly and then standing firm. This familiar scene had not happened again for several years.
Niu Jinda's old eyes couldn't help but turn red, and he quickly turned around and walked quickly outside the courtyard, leaving behind Niu Weituo who had the same complicated expression.
"Good job, nephew." Cheng Yaojin also punched Niu Weituo, but this time, it was no longer full of force, but represented the approval and praise of his elders.
Watching Cheng Yaojin catch up with his father, he didn't know what he said, and then he saw Cheng Yaojin running forward quickly.
My father seemed to want to kick him, but the kick was in vain. He looked at the two elders playing like children.
Niu Weituo laughed, but at some point, tears overflowed from his eyes again. After wiping them carefully, he lowered his head and glanced at the prosthetic left foot.
He took a step forward and strode towards the house where heads with furtive expressions poked out.
"Cheng Laoer, Cheng Laoer." Niu Weituo shouted as he walked.
Cheng Chuliang, who was huddled in the room, poked his head out. "What do you want me to do?"
Niu Weituo stood in the open space in the yard and laughed at Cheng Chuliang.
"You kid, would you like to play with me? Ba Jin, please bring me two sticks."
"If you win, the Persian scimitar you liked last time will be yours, how about it?"
"Oh... you said that yourself." Hearing this, Cheng Chu's eyes lit up.
"Nonsense, don't you dare?"
"Oh, there's nothing that the good guys from our old Cheng family don't dare to do. If you can't get rid of the second brother, I'll do it later, big brother."
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Cheng Chubi looked at his arrogant elder brother with a dark face. Could you please give me a little face?
Anyway, Brother Niu and our old Cheng family are close friends. Why are you so indifferent to that?
Brother Niu was indeed an honest and honest person, and he agreed without hesitation, and even spent a lot of money to seduce Boss Cheng for a while.
"Okay! But we agreed to have a fight with your second son, and we'll come back later. If I lose, the Persian scimitar will belong to him."
"I'll just bet you whatever else you want."
"Okay, it's a deal." Cheng Chumo was overjoyed. He had just been admiring and playing with them in the room, and there were quite a few good weapons that he liked.
Cheng Chubi, who came from the future, and so far, except for playing mace, Cheng Sanlang, was also squatting on the corridor with a group of others.
Seeing the excited Niu Bajin, he picked up two long sticks and threw one to Niu Weituo and the other to Cheng Chuliang, who had already left the field and was flexing his fists.
However, these two Changshuo poles have removed their extremely sharp tips. After all, it is just a competition, and it is not suitable to kill people.
"Here, how about three strikes to determine the outcome?" Cheng Chuliang shook the stick in his hand, and saw that the long stick looked like he had played a trick on it.
Cheng Chubi was so envious that he kept applauding. During this period, he was escorted by his father to practice martial arts every day.
According to Cheng Yaojin, even if you, the third brother, have the ability to become the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, you can't lose your family's martial arts.
What's more, practicing martial arts can not only strengthen your will, but also strengthen your body and bones. Think of the civil servants of the Tang Dynasty.
A large number of Zhenguan's famous officials, one in their forties or fifty, died of various diseases one after another.
A bunch of rough old men who have made great achievements on the battlefield are jumping up and down all day long, just thinking about leading the army to the battlefield to make great achievements and fight life and death.
As long as they were not seriously injured or died directly on the battlefield, or fell due to political struggles, almost all of them could still nourish their great-grandchildren in their seventies or eighties.
This proves the truth that exercise is beneficial to physical health and longevity.