At the beginning, I beat Lazy, and the host is cruel.

It's a pity that his eyes and eyebrows were all thrown at the blind man. Zheng Daqian's eyes were so swollen that he couldn't even open them, and he didn't receive the wink from the second-rate son at all.

"What the hell, let me go, I'll beat that old immortal thing to death!"

Xia Mo came over and looked at Er Laizi coldly.

The second laizi blinked his eyes in fright. He gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and gave Zheng Daqian a scratch on his ear!

"Snapped----"

"Second scoundrel, I drafted my ancestors, how dare you hit me."

Zheng Daqian went crazy and struggled hard. He couldn't bear it anymore and was beaten by the little brat he always looked down on. Wouldn't this cost him his life?

"Brother Zheng, I'm not beating you. I'm trying to show you that you still don't know what to do. I want to wake you up. Do you understand?"

The second-rate men scolded Zheng Daqian and looked at Xia Mo flatteringly.

"I understand, uncle, you scoundrel, you are looking for death! Let me go!"

The Er Laizi smiled sarcastically, tied Zheng Daqian tighter, and tied his feet by the way.

"I'm drafting it for you, you bastard. Let me go."

Zheng Daqian blushed and cursed angrily.

The second-rate son's expression changed after being scolded. If Aunt Zheng hadn't been watching, he would have wanted to kick Zheng Daqian as hard as he could.

At the end of the summer, he saw a dark rag in the yard and kicked it in front of Er Laizi.

"Gag him."

The second laizi picked up the dark rag in disgust and waved it in front of Zheng Daqian in a playful manner.

Zheng Daqian couldn't stand the smell and shouted, "How dare you, I..."

Zheng Daqian's last harsh words were stuffed back by the second scoundrel. As if retaliating, the second scoundrel stuffed the piece of rag bit by bit into Zheng Daqian's mouth, making his mouth bulge.

Zheng Daqian was so disgusted that he almost vomited. Unfortunately, he couldn't close his mouth and couldn't even swallow the saliva. He could only stare hard at his swollen eyes, hoping to scare the second-rate man.

"Auntie, look, I'm listening to you, I'm tied up tightly, so what, can I leave?"

Er Laizi folded his hands and looked at Xia Mo with a naive smile.

"The performance is indeed good. Auntie is not the kind of person who is unreasonable and unforgiving. In this case, you can wash all the quilts and clothes in the yard before we talk!"

The unjust second-rate scoundrel glanced at the clothes and quilts on the floor, his expression a little tangled.

"What? You don't want to do it?" Xia Mo snorted coldly.

"Hey, what did the aunt say? How could I not want to? This was all thrown by Brother Zheng. I am also responsible. I didn't stop you. I must clean it up for you!"

Er Laizi looked at Xia Mo and his face turned cold, and he immediately made his position clear.

"By the way, why did you think of looking for Zheng Daqian today?"

Xia Mo raised his eyelids and looked at Er Laizi up and down.

Er Laizi fidgeted with his clothes, "Well... I just... happened to pass by, then..."

"Tell the truth, don't make it up, I can see it."

Xia Mo squinted his eyes and stared at Er Laizi closely.

The Er Lai Zi felt that Aunt Zhao's gaze was so penetrating that it almost penetrated his soul. He wiped his forehead and smiled reluctantly.

"Well, Brother Zheng got some money from a partnership with someone else. I met him at the end of the village and ran some errands to help him deliver it to him."

"How much? Bring it!"

Xia Mo didn't care how he got the money, he just took it. If something happened, if he wanted to arrest Zheng Daqian.

The Er Laizi glanced at Brother Zheng who was squirming on the ground, with an embarrassed look on his face, "The 50 yuan has been given to Brother Zheng."

Zheng Daqian was lying on the ground struggling hard, and the veins on his neck burst out. What he wanted to kill most now was the second-rate son who betrayed him.

You bastard, he follows him every day and screams Brother Zheng, Brother Zheng, and then rebels in the blink of an eye. He has no sense of morality at all!

"Go and take it out."

Xia Mo looked at Zheng Daqian's behavior and felt disgusted.

The second scoundrel was heartbroken. He had offended Brother Zheng anyway, so there was nothing wrong with him. He bit the bullet, faced Zheng Daqian's gaze, put his cold paws into his cotton-padded jacket, and dug around.

Zheng Daqian was so cold that his skin was covered with goosebumps. He was speechless and his nose was filled with anger.

Er Laizi touched the money, and his ice paws deliberately stayed in Zheng Daqian's arms for a moment. It was warm, and it was really comfortable to warm his hands.

Zheng Daqian had already cut his second-rate son into pieces in his heart. Eighteen generations of his ancestors had gone through it in his mind.

"Auntie, look, they are all here!"

The Er Laizi reluctantly took out his hand and handed the money to Xia Mo in a flattering manner.

Xia Mo took the five Great Unity cards and stuffed them into his pocket.

"It's better for a second-rate son to be sensible. Drag Zheng Daqian into the house, then clean up the quilts and clothes in the yard and wash them. Don't even think about escaping."

Xia Mo dropped these words and walked towards the door.

The Er Laizi rolled his eyes secretly from behind, sighed, and spent a lot of effort to drag the moving Zheng Daqian into the house.

"Brother Zheng, don't blame me. I really can't handle my aunt's skills. You see, I have an older brother and a younger brother. Please be considerate to me, brother. Tell me, why don't you inherit it?" Look at your aunt's good skills! My aunt's father is a famous old hunter, and all his skills have been passed down to my aunt. It's a pity that your grandpa left early, otherwise he would have to become a teacher. Who in the eight villages within ten miles can do it? He is our opponent, hey!"

The second-rate son squatted next to Zheng Daqian's head and muttered a lot. He felt less guilty after all. If he wanted to blame it, it was Brother Zheng who didn't learn his skills from his aunt, couldn't do it, and even hurt him.

A tear slipped from the corner of Zheng Daqian's angry eyes, and he really wanted to punch this shameless second-rate guy.

After finishing his chatter, the second-rate man slipped out and found himself in the yard with his head lowered and his body bent over, resigning himself to packing up.

Douding clenched his little fists and looked at Xia Mo with bright eyes.

"Dou Ding, are you afraid?"

Douding shook his head, "Don't be afraid!"

"My dear grandson, you are so brave. Do you think what your father did today was right?" Xia Mo asked encouragingly.

Douding continued to shake his head, "No, it's unfilial!"

"My dear grandson is so smart and what he said is really good. Then do you want to fix him?"

Douding pondered for a while, then nodded heavily, "Yes, he is not good to grandma, he should be beaten!"

"A good grandson means filial piety. Come on, grandma will take you there."

Xia Mo held the backpack in one hand and held Douding in the other as he walked towards Zheng Daqian's house.

The second-rate man didn't hear clearly even though he pricked up his ears. What kind of riddles were the grandfather and grandson talking about? He didn't know what they were talking about!

Xia Mo glared at the second-rate boy who was peeking.

The second laizi smiled flatteringly and hurriedly tidied up the things in the yard.

When Douding walked to the door of Zheng Daqian's room, he paused slightly when he heard the movement inside. He pursed his lips and shook his grandma's hand. He took a deep breath and walked in resolutely.