Teacher He of the Siheyuan

I am so low-key, so hardworking and simple, how can there be bad elements eyeing me.

And looking at this person's back, it seems a little familiar?

Not long after, the black shadow had arrived at the door of He's house. He Daqing was less than 10 meters away from him, hiding in a corner, staring at this person without blinking, trying to figure out who this person was.

Xu Damao sneaked all the way to the door of He's house with nervousness, fear and excitement. Finally, he could take revenge on Shazhu. He secretly cheered himself up. He looked around carefully to make sure that no one found him, so he took out a wooden chopstick , Aiming at the crack in the middle of the door of the He family's gate, with another wave, the door opened.

As soon as the black shadow turned around, He Daqing, who was hiding in the corner, recognized it. Isn't this the little bastard of the Xu family, Xu Damao? It's really bad and pus. If you come to my house late at night, there must be no good.

"Ding, the host found out that Xu Damao was about to do something bad, and triggered a mission, and asked the host to punish him. The reward for completing the mission is the thousand-door illusion, and the magic hand is empty."

Hey, this triggers the mission. Is it my Master He's personality that exploded, or this kid's personality is too bad.

Let's see what this kid wants to do first!
Xu Damao bent down and walked into He's house, and heard snoring in the room, which was not much worse than thunder. This must be a fool, sleeping like a dead pig. Go to sleep, and there will be surprises when you wake up tomorrow morning.

He walked cautiously all the way to the kitchen, but he didn't notice that there was a dark figure behind him.

Entering the kitchen, he took out a small bottle from his pocket. It was the croton powder he had ground all night. His hands were almost bald because of this bottle of croton powder. Flour, poured into the flour, considering that the He family didn't cook breakfast recently, they didn't let it go in the water, the rest went into the water tank, and washed the water bottle in it.

Although He Daqing didn't know what this kid spilled out of the bottle, he guessed it would definitely not be something good. Poison was probably impossible. He was not that bold, and the two families didn't have such a big conflict. People eat things like vomiting and diarrhea.

Thinking of this, he changed his mind, made up his mind, took advantage of Xu Damao's time to wash the bottle, moved to the door of the room, and gently pushed the wooden door open. After a while, he forcibly resisted the urge to kick this stupid son to death, went under his bed, took off his coat and threw it away, picked up the leftover half bottle of shochu, poured it out, sprinkled a piece on himself, and swallowed it again Swallow the wine and put down the bottle!
After finishing all this, He Daqing narrowed his eyes, pushed open the door violently, and muttered loudly, "Lao Yan, don't just eat food, drink, Zhuzi, why are you drunk? Come, Lao Yan, I'll pour you wine!"

With this earth-shattering sound, Xu Damao, who was about to retreat, almost had a heart attack, his mind went blank, and he lay on the ground directly.

Seeing He Daqing's approaching figure, his face turned pale, and he didn't know how to explain himself, so he could only bend over and lie in the corner, praying that He Daqing's old eyes were so dim that he couldn't see himself, and only found him when he walked in. It seemed like he was sleepwalking with his eyes closed, muttering and smelling of alcohol.

"Old Yan drink, keep drinking, didn't you tell me that when you were young, each person weighed at least 3 catties, and the people who drank three tables in a row were all from Shandong, and there was another table from Northeast China from Shaanxi, no I don’t believe I’ve finished this bottle,” He Daqing said, using a ladle to scoop up the water and pour it out.

Xu Damao tightly covered his mouth, and let the ruthless and cold water pour over his head, who knew that this pouring would never end, after more than ten ladles of water poured down, Xu Damao trembled from the cold, this is not over.

"How about Lao Yan's wine? Is it good? You are drunk anyway. You can't do it. Hey, why is there a big black mouse on the ground, dead mouse, dare to disturb the men drinking, watch me trample you to death"

Before the words fell to the ground, Xu Damao said that something was wrong, and before he had time to react, he was stunned by a forceful reminder.

"Damn rat, I don't even ask who it is," said the black tiger, punching his heart out, Xu Damao felt that he had died and was beaten back to life.

The voice shouted in horror, "Ah, Uncle He is me"

"Hey, why did the mouse turn into a monkey? It's still a big horse monkey. It's become a spirit and can talk. It wants to deceive you, Grandpa He. Look at my Tathagata palm." The long-standing mastery of martial arts, Tathagata palm, with eighteen palms in a row, the big horse monkey turned into a red-faced monkey, and both sides of the face were swollen like buns.

"Uncle He, the nest is like a big rash, stop beating" Xu Damao could no longer speak a complete sentence from his numb mouth, and two teeth fell out mixed with blood in his mouth.

"Hey, this is a person. I thought it was a monkey who came to my house to steal something." He Daqing pretended to be sober, and put down Gao Yang's hand.

Neighbors who heard the commotion outside turned on the lights and opened the door one after another. It was so lively in the middle of the night like killing a pig. They came out to watch what was going on. Xu Junjun, who hadn't slept in the backyard, followed immediately and watched When his son was picked up by He Daqing, this inhuman figure should be his son, he was so angry that he shook his legs.

"Old He, what's the matter, who is this young man?" the elder Yi Zhonghai stepped forward and asked with a flashlight in his hand, and fanned him with his hand, which smelled like alcohol.

"Yeah, old He, how well you beat up a young guy like this, what if something goes wrong, put him down first." The second uncle wanted to show his sense of existence, so he came up to point fingers.

Everyone was discussing, but Xu Junping still didn't speak.

Yan Bugui's little brother, who didn't squeeze in when he came late, stood at the periphery and acted as a melon-eating crowd.

"You asked me, I still want to ask you." He Daqing denied, "Didn't I drink with Lao Yan just now, and suddenly felt that a mouse had entered the house, so I beat him up, we can't let the mouse ruin the food. , I just found out that this is a person, I don’t know who it is, brother Yan, are you there, weren’t we still drinking just now?”

"Old He, it's been a few hours since I drank, and now it's late at night, Lao He, are you drunk and haven't woken up yet?" Yan Bugui responded from outside the crowd.

"Is that so? Hey, it might be that I got drunk and sleepwalked in the middle of the night, thinking I was still drinking, and took this young man for a mouse. Who are you, young man, and why did you appear in my house?" He Daqing casually explained After a while, he changed the subject and asked.

"I, I'm Xu Damao," Xu Damao couldn't deny it anymore, he just wanted to escape, he missed his mother.

"Big cat, it can't be Da Mao," Yi Zhonghai muttered in disbelief.

"Hey, look, that dress belongs to Xu Damao, I saw him wearing it this morning." An aunt in the crowd recognized the dress.

"It's really Xu Damao, why is he at Lao He's house at night?"

"Does Xu Damao want to come to He's house to steal something?"

"You can't beat people up like this even if you steal things, this little guy looks miserable"