The old mulberry in the courtyard was stroking the sound of the "swinging" and the sunlight passed through the gap between the branches and leaves and fell on the young man in front of the dilapidated square table. The old couple standing beside him stared at the back of the dilapidated New Year pictures, with big red characters written down.

After saying the old man Geng's words, "Of course it's good.", he suddenly stunned with his wife. The two turned their faces and looked at Geng Qing, who stretched his arms and let out a sigh of relief.

"Dazhu, when can you write?"

“Is it difficult to write?”

Geng Qing kneaded the written piece into a ball and threw it to the corner of the table, spread it again, and the tip of the pen was dipped in cinnabar. He wrote the pen like a magical one and took off the paper, and wrote the word "demolition" crookedly, "Look at other people's writing, how to hold the pen, as long as you are not stupid, you will know it slowly when you think about the outlined strokes."

"Hahaha...it's fine, it's fine."

Old Man Geng nodded with a smile and didn't think much about it. He probably felt that his son often got close to the people in the yamen, and his ears were so tempting that he should be a little better. This morning he heard that he had also gone to see the county magistrate and the county magistrate to find the iron ore, but he was so scared that he was afraid that Geng Qing would say the wrong thing and do the wrong thing, which made the two county officials unhappy.

Wang Jinqiu, who was beside him, pursed his lips and hit his silly smiled husband, wiped his hands and put him on the stool and sat on the stool. Then he went to the stove to cook, and drove the little fox away from the entrance of the stove. The latter rushed to the yard, his ears shook, and there was a squeaking sound of the shaft from a distance, and rushed to the yard gate and screamed twice, "whimpering~".

Old Man Geng turned his head and frowned: "Who is here?"

Over there, Geng Qing at the table wrote the last stroke and put the brush away from the bowl with a smile.

"An old turtle."

"The donkey cart is parked outside, hurry up, slow down, don't eat!"

Sure enough, Dachun trotted in from outside the fence, and the medicinal materials and silk cloth in his hand were greeting the two of them in a rough voice.

The manager of the Liu family was angry and endured it again. He nodded with a smile on his face, spread his hands and asked the Li Zheng next to him, followed quickly, and walked into the yard. He happened to see the old man Geng sitting under the eaves. He took the gift from Dachun first, presented it with a smile, and was opened by the woman who came out.

"I think anyone wants your stuff, I think it's dirty!"

"Mom, let him put it down." Geng Qing wiped the cinnabar on his hand and continued to pick up the pen to write the third picture. The manager of the Liu family was not bothered. He put the things under the eaves, looked in front of him, and then walked to the figure at the table, with courtesy and bowed to him.

On the table, after writing the tip of the pen, Geng Qing put down the brush, raised his head and smiled, and helped him up with the old manager with both hands.

"No need for a big gift. In terms of age, I am a junior. How can I let you give such a gift?"

No matter how much I said, the hand I was supporting was not over. The manager of the Liu family embarrassedly finished the etiquette before he stood up. "It's okay, my little brother is now famous. I, an old servant of the Liu family, don't think of my seniority? Haha..."

Wang Lizheng also agreed with the accomplice. But when he saw this young man with a smile, he felt uneasy. He always felt that there was a knife hiding his flesh-cutting in his smile. Last time, he felt painful when he thought of it.

"Old Liu is right, you deserve a gift."

"hehe......"

Geng Qing didn't speak, but just chuckled twice. It was hard for both of them to talk, so he continued to laugh. Soon, Geng Qing asked Dachun to go to the house and lifted two stools out.

"No need to be so polite. Let's sit down and talk first, but the family is poor and there is no tea to entertain."

"It's okay, we are not thirsty."

The two waved their hands politely. Seeing Geng Qing not sitting, they had to stand. They saw a word written on the table. The manager of the Liu family had also seen books. This word... is indeed unobstructed, but what happened without the beginning? They raised their thumbs up and praised: "Good words."

"When I open my eyes and tell lies." Geng Qing pointed out the words directly, without leaving any face to the other party, which made the manager smile awkwardly, not knowing how to continue the words behind. However, after Geng Qing said that, he sat down, stretched out his hand, and invited the two of them to sit down with a smile.

"Manager Liu, what do you want to do here today, don't bend around the bush."

"Come here today, I am here to ask for peace with you for my Lord's family."

The manager of the Liu family was a little confused by the young man's words, his tone and expression, and he could not guess the other party at all, so he had to bite the bullet and speak out.

"The little brother is really amazing. It is rumored that No Wolong has resurrected. Some misunderstandings have occurred before, so that everyone has a conflict. I thought that they are both from the Niu Family, and the master does not want to fight any more. It would be better to turn wars into jade and silk, and both sides can be at peace. That's great."

'hehe.......'

On the other side, Geng Qing just laughed. In the light of the light, the old man Geng clenched his fist and pressed his knees, staring at the manager's back and gritted his teeth. In the chuckle, the manager of the Liu family smiled and Wang Lizheng also smiled. The corners of his mouth curled up, and before he could laugh, Geng Qing's smile gradually became colder at the other end of his vision.

Just as the other party said, "Little brother, sit down, talk, laugh and be harmonious, more..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly said, "Your mother--"

Geng Qing grabbed the stool under him, shouted loudly, and swung it over, hitting the head of the Liu family manager with a bang, directly knocking him over from the stool to the ground.

In an instant, blood flowed out. The inside next to him was so scared that he stood up. He subconsciously stopped him, but was picked up by Dachun and dragged him back.

"It seems like Gengjia Village bullies you, and it becomes a matter of course to force buy fertile land. My father still can't walk and be peaceful. It's easy to say that an old man cannot walk in the future. What do you do to be peaceful? His words are firm but not at all honesty. Now he knows that he has no idea what to do? He knows that he has come to make peace, and he is arrogant as soon as he comes. It's like me who is doing something wrong, and you are worthy of being in charge of your family? Should I teach you a lesson or not?"

The courtyard is quiet.

Geng Qing threw the stool casually, patted his palms, took them behind him, staring at the figure lying on the ground and moaning, his tone eased a little.

"Manager Liu, do you understand this principle?"

He suddenly scolded him loudly, which scared the old couple in the yard, Dachun, and Li Zheng. In this moment, he felt that the clothes patches on the opposite side were more oppressive than the county magistrate in the yamen.

The manager of the Liu family, who was lying on the ground, covered the blood on his head, for fear of being hit by another shot, nodded repeatedly.

"I understand, I understand."

Looking at his expression, Geng Qing nodded with satisfaction, went over and squatted down slowly, helped him up, and patted the soil on his robe for the manager. "Look, if you understand earlier, nothing will happen."

As he said softly, after putting on the stool and asking him to sit down, Geng Qing also turned around and straightened the stool, put it in front of the other party, spread his legs, sat down with a big golden knife, and stared at him with a straight look.

"You are here to seek peace and want to settle things. Actually, I think so in my heart. Only by correcting the attitude between both sides can we come up with a result."

The manager of the Liu family looked pale as paper, pressing his head hard and not daring to look at the young man in front of him. He lowered his eyes and nodded slowly: "Yes, he was doing his sloppy just now."

"It's good to know your mistake. I'll accept the gift you sent, but look, my father's legs are no longer able to move around. What should you do?"

"This...I'll reply..."

"I think the donkey cart outside is good."

"Ah?" The manager was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked outside the yard. The young man opposite him leaned forward with a smile, his mouth slightly opened, and his dark skin looked white in his teeth.

"The donkey cart is good, it's just for my father to carry it. I'll just stay here. I'll understand the matter between our two families in the future."

Opposite, Geng Qing almost touched the tip of the other person's nose, "Otherwise, let's continue."

The manager of the Liu family closed his eyes and turned his face away, leaned back and avoided him, almost sitting on the ground, gritting his teeth, "Okay, the donkey cart outside is given to your father, so I will be compensated."

After saying it in one breath, the manager stood up with his head covering his head and ran out in shame. Wang Lizheng hurriedly bowed to Geng Qing and then left the yard and chased after him.

As soon as the person walked away, Wang Jinqiu hurriedly came out from under the eaves and chased him to the door and spit out a saliva towards the two who had run away. Old Man Geng looked at each other's gifts at his feet and looked at his son again.

"Dazhu, is this really over?"

Hohoho.

Geng Qingqing said, "Of course I won't." He went over to hold the brush, and while practicing handwriting, he called Dachun, "Can you catch a car? You won't be able to take it to the dam to practice your hands. Come and pick me up tomorrow morning."

Looking at the word "demolition" formed by the pen.
Chapter completed!