"What's wrong with the noodles?"

Seeing that Tian Tiantian was staring at his forehead, he hurriedly reached out to touch it. This touch is not tight, and Deng Shi screamed in pain: "Alas-it hurts to death, I am a grandma!"

It turned out that at some point, a big purple blood bag appeared on the forehead of the pestle. This touch is simply a pain in the heart.

The pestle jumped to its feet in pain, like a prawn.

Gan Tiantian wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, so she had to pull him: "Okay, it's like killing a pig! You don't have an allergy to instant noodles, right?"

"Allergies? Lao Tzu is never allergic to what he eats, grandma's, it's all to blame for the old disabled bastard!"

The pestle understood that it must have fallen when he was chased by the old cripple last night, and he didn't know why it was swollen now.

"Who is the old cripple?" asked Gan Tiantian curiously, "You can't be beaten by the bad guys, right?"

"Uh, ahem...... I'm being beaten?" The pestle couldn't care about the pain when he heard the words, and he patted his chest with a straight waist and bragged: "You don't inquire, what is the pestle doing in our Daqingshan?"

"I think back then, Lao Tzu dared to go to the county town alone and dared to pick the big willow Du Xianzhai, he brought 800 people to surround the three outer layers of Qingshan Village, and Lao Tzu was not afraid!"

The pestle forgot about the pain, and frothed at the mouth with his neck up.

"Don't believe me, on this territory, my horses and pestles stomp my feet, and the pine trees on the top of the green mountains have to shake three times!

The pestle blew more and more vigorously, and the eyebrows danced.

Seeing him bragging, Gan Tiantian became impatient and asked, "You are so capable, then let me ask you what you have done for me? Did your third uncle agree to let me participate in the technical training in the provincial capital?"

"Uh...... This ......"

The pestle scratched his head.

"Well...... My third uncle said that there will be a national training in two years, and then it will be...... After you give birth, I'll watch the child at home, you go to training!"

"What, I'm done giving birth?!"

Tian Tian was confused when she heard this, her eyes were as wide as walnuts, "No...... No, what are you talking nonsense?"

"Hey...... Hehe, what my third uncle said, as long as you follow us, give me a cub again, I promise to let you ......"

The pestle smiled and lied.

"Phew, I'm baba

"Good you horse, bad stick! Stinky stick! Rotten stick! You really don't have a good heart, and you don't pee according to what kind of virtue you have? This time lie to me again!"

Gan Tiantian scolded while raising her small fist to cover her face and slam it at the pestle: "Give me back instant noodles! Give me back instant noodles......"

"Oh, grandma, you tap!"

The pestle held his head and dodged in embarrassment, and his mouth repeatedly asked for forgiveness.

At this time, the two security guards rushed over when they heard the sound, and saw that it was the horse and the pestle did not say a word, but the pestle had fallen to the ground before it could react, and it was pressed firmly......

The pestle was put in the utility room of the security office, and this level was a whole day.

When the sun set, Yang Jiaxing, the village director of Qingshan Village, came to take him away.

Yang Jiaxing was in his forties, wearing a pair of myopic glasses and walking without saying a word with a black face, and the horse was embarrassed and dragged his steps behind.

It wasn't until he arrived at the big locust tree at the head of the village that Yang Jiaxing stopped.

He turned around and stared at the pestle, and asked gloomily: "You tell people that I am your father? Do you also say that the factory director is your uncle? Do you know who the director of the factory is? He is the son of a wealthy family who is the leader of the province!"

The more Yang Jiaxing spoke, the more angry he became, and he scolded: "You are a little deflated who has been idle all day long and has not done your job, and you still fucking say that I am your father! If Lao Tzu hadn't been the village director, he would have beaten you to the ground!"

Yang Jiaxing said that he was about to roll up his sleeves and beat the pestle.

Seeing this, the pestle hurriedly retreated, shouting as he retreated: "Oh - surnamed Yang, you really did it? Have you forgotten who saved your life back then? It's my father!"

"You ......"

Yang Jiaxing, who was waving his fists, was stunned by the words of the pestle, and Tie Qing was stunned in place.

Seeing that Yang Jiaxing stopped, the pestle began to be unrelenting:

"Hmph, I think you passed out in the snow nest under the Daqing Mountain, and your toes froze off, if my father hadn't found you, would you still have a small life now? Now that you are the village chief, you are majestic! You dare to touch me to try, my father can watch from the sky!"

The more he talked, the more energetic he became, and the spittle stars flew wildly.

Yang Jiaxing felt ashamed, but he was also angry, and scolded with a slap: "You unfilial thing, your father is not dead! Today, I am teaching you a lesson for your father!"

"Hmph, teach me a lesson for my father, that old thing is not a good bird like you!"

The pestle sneered and scolded.

"You ......" Yang Jiaxing was so angry that he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet again and again.

But looking back, this little rabbit cub was born a scoundrel, and his father couldn't control him. Come to think of it, it's true, his father is really not a good bird.

"Alas!" Thinking of this, Yang Jiaxing put down his raised hand, sighed and said:

"Okay, you've talked about it, uncle, I can't do anything to you! I don't say much else, I just hope you don't make trouble in the village in the future, don't trample the villagers in the village, just get less scolded and accumulate more virtue!"

Seeing that Yang Jiaxing was defeated, he was not sure what kind of medicine was being sold in this old fox's gourd, so he glanced at him and did not squeak.

Yang Jiaxing also stared at the pestle, and then shook his head and changed it to a pleasant smile: "Child, you are really the same as your father, stubborn!"

The pestle still doesn't squeak.

Yang Jiaxing continued: "When your father rescued me, I was 11 years old and your father was 15, and he carried me back to the village from the mountain, but he didn't understand that this frostbitten foot couldn't be baked, so he roasted me and survived, but his two toes were gone! Later, he had to return it to me with his own foot, and he almost cut it off! You said your father, you ...... it."

Yang Jiaxing burst into tears as he spoke.

However, the pestle was not moved, he stared at Yang Jiaxing indifferently, his face was as cold as ice: "Don't be coy, he beat my mother and beat my mother away!"

"Didn't your mother also be chased away by you?" Yang Jiaxing asked rhetorically.

"I was deliberately angry with her, so she didn't have to be beaten when she ran away......" The eyes were red and puffed out.

"......" Yang Jiaxing was stunned and speechless for a long time.

The pestle no longer paid attention to Yang Jiaxing and turned around to leave.

"Stop, where are you going?" Yang Jiaxing asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry about it, the master has his own way!"

"I can tell you, don't pester that little girl anymore......!

Yang Jiaxing's words were not finished, and the pestle had long since disappeared.

"Alas, it's really a scripture that is difficult to read in every village!"

Yang Jiaxing shook his head and sighed, walked towards the village with his hands behind his back, and said to himself as he walked:

"A horseman, an old cripple, and a Zhang San crazy! Humanity is three heroes and a gang, these two goods...... But it's three turnips and a pit, three rotten eggs worthy of the name! Qingshan Village is really full of talents, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon......"