Rebirth He Yuzhu I am a family man

"Hehe, 'A blood debt can only be paid with blood', right? That's a really good saying! Why do I like hearing it so much! Oh, Bang Geng, you'd better not use the knife again! If you keep going on like this, I'm going to get excited..." He Yuzhu thought happily in his heart.

As soon as Bang Geng finished speaking, he held the knife in his left hand and rushed towards He Yuzhu again. Bang Geng's two wild wolf cubs, Bang Gan and Bang Tou, howled and pounced on He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu was already a man in his forties. How could he be so cruel to the seven-year-old Banggan and the five-year-old Bangtou? He could only helplessly try his best to avoid it.

Fortunately, by this time, most of the people who had come to watch the fun in the central courtyard had dispersed, so there was much more space for activities.

Banggan and Bangtou, the two wild wolf cubs, were also smart. They found that He Yuzhu was very timid, so they no longer had any fear in their hearts. The little guys hugged He Yuzhu's thighs one after another.

It's not that He Yuzhu is incompetent, but the space in the central courtyard of the quadrangle is too small for him to move freely. Bang Geng is holding a knife in his left hand, so he must focus on avoiding Bang Geng.

As soon as He Yuzhu relaxed his vigilance against the two bastard wolf cubs of the Jia family, they grabbed his legs. Bang Geng saw that his two good sons had held He Yuzhu back, slowing down his evasion speed. He was so proud of himself ~ he felt that it was great to have a son, who could help fight at such a young age.

Bang Geng had a ferocious face and laughed triumphantly, raising the knife in his left hand again. He Yuzhu was neither a fool nor someone who had cast a spell on him. How could he just stand there and wait to be stabbed?

In a flash, He Yuzhu saw that the situation was not good and the knife was in front of him, so he immediately used the wrestling technique of "shaking". Banggan and Bangtou were two wild wolf cubs, the oldest of whom was only seven years old. Besides, no matter how good the food was in the Jia family, what they ate was either coarse grains or coarse grains. It was good enough to fill their stomachs.

The two bastard wolf cubs were young and malnourished, so they had no strength at all. How could they withstand He Yuzhu's "shake"? The two bastard wolf cubs, Banggan and Bangtou, flew out in two directions.

As luck would have it, the seven-year-old stick flew towards the knife in Bang Geng's left hand. Fortunately, Bang Geng did not want to kill He Yuzhu, he just wanted to teach He Yuzhu a lesson, so he controlled the force when he swung the knife.

Everything happened too fast. When Bang Geng saw his second son flying towards him, it was too late for him to retract his knife. In desperation, he could only move the knife to the side.

Banggan's left shoulder hit the knife in Banggeng's left hand, and blood spurted out of Banggan's left shoulder immediately. He fell to the ground like a hammer, crying loudly, and his left arm could not move at all. Looking at his appearance, his left arm was basically useless.

After a while, Qin Huairu's two grandsons were injured. At this time, Qin Huairu stopped pretending and stood there and loudly directed her son Banggeng. She shouted angrily: "Banggeng, don't show mercy, just break one of He Yuzhu's arms. If anything happens, mom will support you..."

Qin Huairu's words were like a clarion call from the Jia family. The youngest bastard wolf cub, the five-year-old Bangtou, was more excited than anyone else. He circled around He Yuzhu and cursed him with foul language. The people in the courtyard who knew something about the Jia family knew that Bangtou must have learned his eloquence from Xiaodang when he was a child.

Bang Geng had developed a habit since childhood, and he had no scruples after hearing what Qin Huairu said. At this time, Bang Geng became more and more daring, and when He Yuzhu was very close to He Xiao, Bang Geng raised his knife and rushed towards He Yuzhu and his son.

"Haha, Banggeng, you are not as good as Jia Dongxu. However, you are much worse than Jia Dongxu. You can't touch me, so get ready to attack He Xiao! Well, I'm not interested anymore and I'm not going to play with you, so just lie down..." He Yuzhu was disgusted with Banggeng's evilness, so he simply stopped hiding and stood in front of He Xiao.

In He Yuzhu's eyes, Bang Geng's knife-raising action was slow motion. As soon as Bang Geng's hand was raised, He Yuzhu flew over and gave a side kick. He Yuzhu didn't even use much strength, and Bang Geng floated back like a leaf.

The stick was kicked and he couldn't control himself in the air. The five-year-old was running around cursing He Yuzhu, and he was cursing hard when the stick hit him directly.

How could the five-year-old Bangtou withstand the impact of the stick stem? He was directly knocked away, and his head hit the bluestone pool in the middle courtyard. With the sound of "bang... crack...", Bangtou lay motionless on the ground, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, ears, nostrils, eyes, etc.

He Yuzhu kicked Banggeng, but he didn't dare to use any hidden strength. He controlled the strength of the kick so much that he was afraid of hurting Banggeng. Banggeng rolled on the ground a few times and stood up safely. But when he saw that his three sons were injured, he was not willing to give up.

When Bang Geng raised his knife again and prepared to rush towards He Yuzhu, a cold shout came from the corridor in front of the main hall of the middle courtyard: "Stop, you dare to kill with a knife in public..."

The Jia family made such a big fuss in the courtyard that when the club blew blood, the enthusiastic people in the courtyard were worried that something big had happened in the courtyard, so they ran to the police station to report the case.

At that time, everyone was relatively simple and honest, and there were many people fighting on the streets over a disagreement, but it was rare to see people using knives or other weapons.

After all, in the eyes of ordinary people at that time: whoever can beat someone with bare hands is considered to be a real capable person; those who secretly use weapons to fight are either noobs or wastes.

When the police arrived, the scene quieted down. Seeing the miserable state of the three children on the ground in the middle courtyard, the police urged the Jia family to take the three children to the hospital quickly.

Xu Damao had always imagined that Banggan and Bangtou might be his children, so at this moment, he acted like a caring person, picked up Bangtou and shouted to the Xu family for Ji Yun. He wanted Ji Yun to help and carry Banggan to the hospital.

Ji Yun and Xu Damao have been married for so many years, but as they get older, they still haven't had any children. How was Xu Damao's childhood? Could Xu's parents not know?

Perhaps, Xu's parents felt that the Xu family owed Ji Yun. A few years ago, they gave Ji Yun an idea and asked her to adopt a boy from her second brother's family. Xu Damao's father Xu Fugui named the boy Xu Zude.

Ji Yun had never been on good terms with the Jia family, so how could she go out of the house to help them? She pretended not to hear Xu Damao shouting, and also advised Xu Zude: Sleep well and don't bother with the dirty things in the yard.

Finally, with the joint efforts of Xu Damao, Qin Huairu and Qin Jingru, the mallet, stick and stick head were sent to the affiliated hospital of the steel rolling mill near the courtyard.

The police officers carefully collected evidence in the courtyard and took Bang Geng, He Yuzhu and the evidence - the kitchen knife - to the police station.

Banggeng was very unruly in the courtyard, but he became obedient once he entered the police station. The staff didn't have to work hard for him to explain every detail.

Whether the staff learned it from the neighbors of the courtyard or from the testimony provided by Banggeng, everything can prove that He Yuzhu is the victim.

He Yuzhu cooperated with the process and returned to the courtyard without any worries...