The attendants tried to persuade them, but they were all scolded by their own sons.

Xia Shufeng: "They did it first, why don't you help me beat them, and stop me?" ”

Xia Daxue: "Don't pull me, let me teach this disobedient daughter a good lesson for my mother!" ”

Xia Meng: "Everyone's commenting, where is the reason to beat people?!" ”

I was watching a play with rice crackers and wondering when Xia Zhu would appear to preside over the overall situation.

These people quarreled at the door of her house, and the noise was so loud that she should have been alarmed a long time ago, but until several people fought like this, they didn't see her go out.

Several people in the courtyard were in full swing, their hair buns were torn loose, and the rope buttons on their clothes fell off. The worst thing was Xia Shufeng, even his shoes were torn off and thrown on the roof, his clothes mixed with silk were torn, and the whole person was embarrassed.

"Stop, what are you all doing?!" A man's voice came from across the hallway.

He was dressed in cloth armor and held a spear in his hand. Judging from the specifications of his cloth armor, it turned out to be a centurion.

"It's cold, you come to judge, I really can't live this day!" Xia Daxue sat slumped on the ground, snorting and tearing first.

Xia Meng saw his brother coming, and stood aside and sobbed.

And Xia Shufeng gritted his teeth, pushed a handful of summer meatloaf hard, got up from the ground, turned his head and ordered the attendant: "Where are my shoes?" Pick it up for me. ”

It turned out that this man was Xia Zhu's fourth son, and it was cold in the summer.

The Xia family made a fortune from the Luan Dynasty, and naturally followed the etiquette system of respecting women. The family industry is passed on to women but not to men. The four surrounding farmhouses were given to Xia Zhu's four daughters, and Xia Leng could only get a room from the main house with Xia Zhu.

According to the regulations, he should live in the military camp around Yanju City when he joined the army.

Now it should be the time for the military academy to practice, and I think it was the family who saw that the situation was not good, so they found him back from the school field.

"You're doing it to your sisters?! Are you really my sister?! Can't you get enough of the tenants' jokes? Summer scolded them coldly, and glared at me fiercely, "What do you see?" Who are you? ”

Oops, finally someone noticed me.

"I'm looking for the old lady." I threw my hand and smiled easily.

"Who are you?" Summer Leng is angry about the sisters' fight, and at this time, the residual anger is still gone, and the attitude towards me is also very bad.

I remained calm, pretended that nothing had happened to me, and repeated what I had just said to the farmer: "The old lady once saved my ancestor. Grandpa passed away a few months ago, and before he died, he never forgot the old lady's almsgiving. I was entrusted by my parents to come from the north to meet the old lady and fulfill my grandfather's deathbed request. After waiting in the living room for a long time, the old lady did not appear for a long time, and heard the noise here, so he came to find out. ”

The fourth child snorted coldly, picked up the second sister Xia Shufeng, and stopped talking to me.

Xia Daxue rubbed her waist: "Mother just took the medicine and rested." ”

Xia Meng pouted: "It's all to blame for the third sister, it's so noisy, and when my mother wakes up, she will blame us." ”

Summer Meatloaf: "Blame me? Do you blame me? ”

Seeing that these people were about to quarrel again, the door of the old lady's room finally opened.

"What are you arguing about?! The master and mother have been woken up by you! It was a young man's voice.

I was drawn to the sound and looked up.

Wow, what a handsome white-faced boy.

This person is the same age as my fifth daughter Xia Meng, not a few years older than me. At this time, he was only wearing a coat, with a muscle on his chest exposed, and he didn't even tie his belt. There was no bun on his head, and his black hair hung down his waist. He pushed the door out of the summer bamboo house in disheveled clothes, and I was taken aback.

Who is this son?

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