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298 Three generations of farmhands(2/2)

He immediately became anxious, Yang Xiaotao was very ruthless, and Silly Zhu would suffer a loss no matter if he didn't do it with him.

At this moment, the deaf old lady couldn't hold herself steady anymore and shouted immediately.

So, there was a scene in front of me.

"Zhuzi, get up, stop fighting!"

Seeing Xu Damao's miserable state, Yi Zhonghai spoke quickly.

The deaf old lady also stepped forward, stretched out her walking stick and hit Xu Damao's thigh twice, and Xu Damao howled miserably again.

Silly Zhu got up and walked to the deaf old lady.

"Old lady, are you okay?"

"It's nothing, nothing!"

The deaf old lady felt relieved that Silly Zhu had not suffered any loss.

"Silly Zhuzi, don't show off in the future. What will you do if you get beaten?"

"Grandma feels so sad!"

The deaf old lady only had eyes for her biological grandson, even her godson was thrown aside.

Silly Zhu was very happy after hearing this and even waved his fist.

"For someone like Shamao, it's not a big deal if he has one hand!"

"You~~"

Whenever Silly Zhu was in trouble, Xu Damao would cover his eyes and get up from the ground, vomiting blood foam from his mouth. Seeing Silly Zhu wanting to have sex but not daring to do it, he could only feel resentful in his heart.

"Grandma, you came just in time."

"Here is this person. Relying on his status and achieving some achievements, he won't take the people in our courtyard seriously!"

"As the ancestor of the courtyard, you have to tell everyone!"

The arrival of the deaf old lady made Silly Zhu even more arrogant.

Now at the edge of the central courtyard, Yang Xiaotao was shouting at Yang Xiaotao in the distance.

The deaf old lady on the side looked anxious. She didn't want to get involved in Yang Xiaotao's affairs, as long as Silly Zhu was fine.

"Zhuzhu, stop talking and send the old lady home quickly. It's a cold night, don't freeze!"

Yi Zhonghai was anxious to settle the matter and didn't want to continue!

But just at this time, Yang Xiaotao's voice came, once again attracting the attention of the courtyard.

"Oh? What is my identity? Silly Zhu, let me tell you, what is my identity, Yang Xiaotao?"

At this time, Yang Xiaotao's face was calm, and he didn't have the angry attitude of fighting just now.

However, everyone who knows Yang Xiaotao's temper knows it, especially the third uncle Yan Fugui, who has studied Yang Xiaotao's personality.

That means he doesn't suffer at all, is not coerced, and is particularly vindictive.

And the most important thing is that when Yang Xiaotao beats someone, it can only be done out of anger, and that's all after the anger has passed.

But when Yang Xiaotao is as calm as water and calm in the face of danger, it means that the clock has begun to count, so be careful.

Yan Fugui pulled Yan Jiecheng and Yu Li, "Remember, you two, be optimistic about Yang Xiaotao's appearance. If you meet him in the future, don't be stubborn."

"When it's time to give in, you have to give in!"

"Don't suffer!"

The young couple still figured out why, when they saw Yan Fugui leading people to the front so that they could see clearly.

When Silly Zhu saw Yang Xiaotao's appearance, he ignored Yi Zhonghai and the deaf old lady whose expressions changed greatly, stepped forward and shouted into the empty space.

"Heh. Who in the compound doesn't know your status?"

"Isn't he just an eighth-level worker? What's there to show off!"

"I'm just repairing a machine. I'm still an eighth-level chef. I earn as much as you do."

Silly Zhu didn't know where his confidence came from, he shouted loudly, "You can't lose points if you lose, and you can't lose face."

"Besides, in terms of origin, I am a third-generation farmhand. What do you, a third-generation poor, have to show off?"

"When my ancestors were working for people, you still had land..."

"Ha ha ha ha"

Silly Zhu was about to speak, but was interrupted by Yang Xiaotao's laughter.

bang bang bang bang

Yang Xiaotao applauded, and everyone was confused. Yi Zhonghai and the deaf old lady looked at each other, and they could see the panic on both sides.

"Pillar…"

The two of them spoke together, but were suppressed by Yang Xiaotao's higher voice.

"Your family is a third-generation farmhand? Haha."

"A person who talks about being the heir of Tan family cuisine every day actually says that he is a third-generation farmhand?"

Yang Xiaotao's smile was so confusing that people couldn't understand it.

Silly Zhu is also a little strange. I have been a farmhand for three generations, what is wrong with me?

However, before he could reply, Yang Xiaotao's cold voice came again.
Chapter completed!
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