"What is **.? Do you have to take care of my family's affairs?" The blacksmith slapped the table fiercely and cursed at Zhang Haojie.

"I don't want to talk too much about your family affairs." Zhang Haojie calmed down a little. He knew that he was stupid and could not speak; but he would not stand by and watch in this matter, so he could only make it as clear as possible: "But I am very unhappy about your beating children. Don't you think it's a very embarrassing thing to beat the children in front of outsiders?"

"Are I embarrassed to ask you to care?" The blacksmith shouted to Zhang Haojie angrily: "Get out immediately, otherwise I will beat you to death."

"I'm really shameless." Zhang Haojie looked at him with contempt, then pulled Xiaohu behind him: "Let's go and let him make trouble alone."

"I'll let ** get out." Seeing Zhang Haojie's actions, the blacksmith ran towards Zhang Haojie directly, and raised his fist to prepare to hit him.

"Stop." A voice that made Zhang Haojie feel a little familiar suddenly appeared. At the same time, Zhang Haojie also saw the blacksmith's hand and stopped him for another person. After a closer look, it turned out to be the NPC soldier.

"Ah, Jun Ye. Is it you?" Seeing that his fist was stopped, the blacksmith was stunned for a moment, and then asked him curiously: "Why are you here?"

"I heard the screams." The NPC soldier said, then glanced at Zhang Haojie, and asked the blacksmith again: "How did this new human offend you? You actually want to take such a heavy hand on him?"

"He wants to kidnap my son." Hearing the soldier's words, the blacksmith immediately pointed at Zhang Haojie and said.

"Fuck, you are such a coward." He never thought that the blacksmith would say this. In a hurry, Zhang Haojie opened his mouth and cursed. Zhang Haojie always cursed some people's ability to turn black and white.

"Look, he even scolded me." When the blacksmith heard this, he immediately pointed at Zhang Haojie and said to the soldiers.

He felt the clenched fist of his little hand he was holding, and Zhang Haojie's fist was also clenched tightly; Zhang Haojie just felt so familiar with the disgusting face of the blacksmith.

"Let me go." The NPC soldier put his hand on Zhang Haojie's shoulder and said.

"Wait." Zhang Haojie put his hand on his hand and said coldly: "I have something to say."

"Tell me." The NPC soldier took his hand off his shoulder and said, "You are only at level seven, and you are not my opponent at level thirty. Just say something."

"Thank you." Zhang Haojie couldn't help but feel that his expectations were already in front of him; so he said thank you to the NPC soldier.

"First of all," Zhang Haojie said, but after he said it, he didn't know what to continue.

He originally wanted to say: Let Xiaohu talk about what happened just now, but based on the familiar scene just now, he thought: Xiaohu probably wouldn't say anything. Even if he said it, he would probably say something that was not good for him and himself because he was afraid of being beaten.

‘Damn it, the first time I was so resentful, why was my mouth so stupid?’ Zhang Haojie opened his mouth, but he didn’t say anything, and couldn’t help but say in his heart.

"What's the first thing?" the NPC soldier said to Zhang Haojie curiously.

"Should we figure out what happened first?" Zhang Haojie looked at Xiaohu behind him and said to himself: 'I have to say what I need to say, it's not just for this little guy, but also for myself.'

"You mean: Can't you judge your crime based on his words?" The NPC soldier signaled to the blacksmith.

"That's what it means." Zhang Haojie nodded, indicating that it is like this.

"Then tell me what happened." The NPC soldier said indifferently. He had just mentioned his level and was not afraid that Zhang Haojie would do anything special.

"The story is very simple." Zhang Haojie said, then quickly thought about it and organized his own language: "I'll give you something, but when the blacksmith saw that thing, he was going to hit Xiaohu; but I stopped him."

"What then?" said the NPC soldier.

"You know everything about it then." Zhang Haojie said.

"Then why do you want to mix with other people's housework?" The NPC soldier rubbed his forehead and said, "You are said to be 'It is difficult for a clean official to judge family matters', and such things are difficult to judge." Obviously, he also had a headache about this.

"It's not that it's difficult to judge, but it depends on whether you are willing to judge." Zhang Haojie continued: "The scene just now gave me a very familiar feeling; that's why I got involved."

"Hey~ Is something happening here? Is Xiaohu beaten again?" An old voice suddenly appeared behind Zhang Haojie; he heard his words, he seemed to know what was happening here.

"Mr. Village Chief." The NPC soldier shouted, and then quickly told the story. The village chief came, and there were naturally some villagers outside. Although they were all NPCs, it also made Zhang Haojie feel a little nervous.

"What is that? It made the blacksmith react so much." Hearing Zhang Haojie's words, the village chief of the novice village immediately said curiously.

"On the table." Zhang Haojie said. When the NPC soldier heard this, he immediately walked to the table and took the wooden bracelet with half of it left.

"Oh~ Is this?" The village chief of the novice village looked at the wooden bracelet and said, "Is Xiaohu still carving wood?"

"I made it from the river." Zhang Haojie said first. Since he knew that Xiaohu's father would not let him carve wood, he had to make all preparations; it would be fine if the task was successful, but if the task failed, he could not implicate Xiaohu.

"Oh~ So that's how it is." The village chief nodded and said to Zhang Haojie: "The blacksmith does not let Xiaohu do other things, but only let him concentrate on making irons. This is something that the whole village knows. Why do you want to mix in this matter?"

"I've told him just now." Zhang Haojie signaled to the NPC soldier beside him and said to the village chief of the novice village. Then he looked at the blacksmith: "It's because of this kind of thing that I have to beat the child; it makes me feel familiar and angry." He has now learned everything and needs to organize some language.

"I'll teach my son a lesson and ask you to take care of him?" The blacksmith asked Zhang Haojie angrily.

"It's normal to teach your children a lesson, but you have to have a reason, right?" Zhang Haojie asked coldly: "Or: Because you are a blacksmith, you don't allow your son to be a carpenter or other profession?" Then he cursed directly: "Then go buy a puppet, what should you do if you have a son?"

"I said you are a coward who has no seeds." Zhang Haojie continued: "Just because you are a waste blacksmith, you would rather let your son become a waste blacksmith than to let him become an outstanding carpenter?"

"Why are you useless?" the blacksmith asked angrily.

"How can you be in the novice village if you don't waste?" Zhang Haojie retorted: "How can you not create a magic weapon if you don't waste?" The sentence he said before made the village chief and NPC soldiers frown. Why did he feel so wrong?

"Do you think that you are a blacksmith, but your son has become a carpenter; that is, you have lost your face?" Zhang Haojie continued to ask coldly, and then continued to curse angrily: "The only one is not a man. For the sake of his bad face, he actually treats your son as a slave who must obey you?"

"Go to die." The blacksmith roared angrily, and his right fist clenched in his right hand hit Zhang Haojie.

"What are you going to do?" The NPC soldier stopped his fist and asked him coldly.

"He was so angry that he was almost lost in his mind because of what I said." Zhang Haojie said lightly. Although he knew the truth of the matter and was a bit different from what he said, it was almost the same.

"Bastard." The blacksmith said angrily, wanting to beat Zhang Haojie, but was stopped by the soldiers and taught him a lesson. Xiaohu looked at all this, without saying anything, and without any movement; the tears flowing down his eyes were not because of the blacksmith, but because of himself.

"Are you sober?" The soldier controlled the blacksmith and asked him coldly. The blacksmith now was bruised and gasped heavily, looking at Zhang Haojie with his eyes that wanted to eat people.

"I really don't believe it." Zhang Haojie looked at the blacksmith and continued, "Didn't you do what you wanted to do when you were a child? Don't you feel heartbroken when your parents stopped you? Why do you continue to pass on this pain to your son?" Zhang Haojie shouted out the last sentence with the greatest strength. And that was also the most critical sentence.

"Xiaohu." Zhang Haojie turned around and looked at Xiaohu: "I only have one request from you, and say it loudly: what you like to do." Zhang Haojie didn't know what to say next, so he was going to take a gamble on Xiaohu; after all, he was also the son of a blacksmith. What he said was always more useful than what he said.

Xiaohu was just crying and said nothing.

"You can just say nothing now, just put that thing in your heart, think silently; live the life your dad arranged for you." Zhang Haojie continued: "But I hope you don't regret it, regret why you didn't have the courage to do what you like?" Although I can't recall what I liked to do the most, I still feel very heartbroken when I think about it now.

Hearing his words, Xiaohu stopped crying and looked at him.

Zhang Haojie said gently: "If you regret it when you want to, please don't continue to pass on this tragedy. Is it OK?" If Xiaohu doesn't say anything, then he has no way to help those who are not motivated.

"I won't regret it." Xiaohu said while wiping his tears, but his tears couldn't be wiped clean and were constantly used from his eyes. Hearing his words, Zhang Haojie also had a smile on his face.

"I don't like being a carpenter, I also like being a blacksmith." Xiaohu shouted to the blacksmith loudly, his words stunned everyone.

"The reason I went to learn how to make flowers and wood is because I couldn't handle the hammer." Xiaohu continued to shout: "I just wanted to make something for my mother."

"I think your mother will be very happy after hearing this." Zhang Haojie smiled and touched Xiaohu's head: "Why don't you tell her directly?"

"She can't hear it." Xiaohu and the blacksmith said at the same time.

"Hmm?" Zhang Haojie was stunned for a moment, not knowing why they said that.

"She left when Xiaohu was eight years old." said the village chief of the Newbie Village.

"Let's go?" Zhang Haojie was stunned for a moment, then learned something, touched Xiaohu's head and said, "Wipe the tears and make what you want to do."

"Yes." Xiaohu nodded.
Chapter completed!