Complaining will not help, and making trouble will be even more rude. At present, he does not want to offend Han Chunwang. The son of the chief medical officer of the imperial family always has the foundation. If any high-ranking official is nostalgic and stands up for Han Chunwang, he can just stretch out his little finger and crush him to death.
Isn’t it like crushing an ant to death? It’s inevitable for people to get sick. If you offend him, it will be difficult to beg him again. In the whole world, there will never be another successor to Han Xiucao’s mantle! Hate only hate, not even a bottle of it.
Hey, Jia Haoren, who is half-baked, only cares about money, and he is also very cunning! I just hate that Jing Jiren’s son Xiaopangdun, Tianzhi and Huohuofeng are fighting like crazy, what’s wrong with you?
He hit his head hard and his head was bleeding!
The demon was stunned, and ignored Han Chunwang's efforts to stay, and walked away dumbly. No matter whether the county magistrate or the assistant official, who in Ziwu County would not pay three points of respect? When has his son ever suffered such a big loss? No, a single seedling became a success.
Fool, who will you rely on for the rest of your life? Who will carry on the family line? You, Jia Haoren, have a son and a daughter, how can you live well? You, Jing Jiren, have a chubby little boy. No matter how strong our relationship is, it will be equivalent to your son killing my son. No relationship will work.
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Autumn and winter alternate, with bare mountains and bare fields. In Jingtang's heart, there is the sadness of "the endless falling trees rustling", Wu Zixu's sorrow of turning gray after crossing Zhaoguan overnight, and the lingering hatred that grows stronger and stronger.
.After ten years of hard work, I donated all my family property to become the eighth-grade county magistrate. All this is not for my son. If my son is useless, it is better to take my own life!
Confused, his soul seemed to be out of his body, he turned to Jing's Mansion, and shouted that Tianzhi was not going to work anymore, and that he wanted the little fat man to die. Jing Jiren, who was eating, was startled, and took him to the living room to eat. He spoke calmly, and asked the cook to add some more
Jingtang was dumbfounded. When he saw Huohuo and Xiaopangdun, he burst into tears and said that you were both fine, but Tianzhi was ruined! He didn’t eat or say goodbye, so he broke away from Jing Jiren.
He turned around and rushed out, took the horse outside the courtyard, and left without looking back.
I didn't feel hungry all the way. When I returned to my apartment, I saw my son with a silly grin on his face. Tears were streaming down his face. Jing Tianzhi clapped his hands: "It's raining, it's raining!" Jing Tangmu felt even sadder and put on the incense burner.
, inserted three sticks of incense, forced his son to kneel down together, and kept kowtowing: Bodhisattva bless! Bodhisattva bless! Wish Tianzhi a speedy recovery...
In the Jing Mansion of Shengquan Village, Little Fatty was frightened by Jing Tangmu's gloomy and fierce look. He burst into tears. Jing Jiren hugged him and said, "Don't be afraid. If the sky falls, your father will hold it up! The whole family will go bankrupt."
, I won't let you lose a hair! Huo Huo cheered: "Don't be afraid! He bullies others and engages in sneak attacks, which is not a good thing! You are acting bravely, even if you want to take his life, my father will not agree!" Little Fatty stopped.
Stop crying.
On the way home from school that afternoon, the three little ones murmured to each other. Han Shaer said: "The county magistrate also went to my house. Let my father talk about it and let him go. If he can be cured, it will be fine. If he can't be cured, no one can blame him. Who asked him?"
Are you pretending to be awesome, pretending to be an uncle, and engaging in conspiracy? It’s better to do this. You will become a big fool and save yourself from harming others!" Huo Huo said: "He is a despicable person! He is upright and aboveboard, and he is not an opponent at all. He will only use evil.
He has caused trouble, and he will be an evil figure when he grows up! Brother Fat Dun, don't worry about him, just do it for the people!" Little Fat Dun cowered: "His father is the county magistrate, he is used to bullying others, he can't afford to win and lose.
! He deserves a beating, I just need to use less strength, just hit him like a big dog, don't make him a big fool - his father won't let it go!"
Han Shaer said: "Isn't it just an eighth-grade official? Brother Huohuo's old father-in-law, where is a fifth-grade official! Are you afraid of him? We will do big things in the future, but now we are cowards, and we won't wait.
Riding on someone's neck?" Huohuo said: "Bengben is right! People are afraid of officials, but we are not afraid. We want to be heroes and kill corrupt officials and eliminate bullies! If he wants to be tough, I will tell dad and lead my senior brothers to fight.
He's a big bad guy!" Han Shaer said: "Yes! Beat him up, I'll give him a slingshot first!" Xiao Pangdun was worried: "He is a yamen official who eats royal food, and is protected by officials. The county magistrate has yamen servants and soldiers.
Can you help him?"
In panic, Little Fatty survived for three days. At noon on the fourth day, Han Shaer brought Huohuo home and met his grandfather—no, Zhongyue's grandfather, Jia Haoren!