It can be said that Zhao Baoshan's words made Zhao Yun'er feel very happy. No one in the old Zhao family can reprimand Zhao Wenshui. Zhao Baoshan is the most suitable person.
After being scolded by Zhao Baoshan, Zhao Wenshui did not dare to say anything back.
After Zhao Yuner felt secretly relieved, she decided to add fuel to the fire and got in front of Zhao Baoshan and Zhao Wenshi.
"Ah, uncle, is the injury on your butt healed? That's great, congratulations!"
Seeing Zhao Yun'er talking to him, Zhao Wenshui was embarrassed not to say anything, so he twitched the corner of his mouth and showed an ugly smile to Zhao Yun'er, "Yeah..."
Zhao Wenshui just finished laughing and couldn't stop laughing the next second. Zhao Yun'er said, "Second uncle, you don't know. When I passed by your field last time, I saw that your field was covered with grass and the rice was almost dry. Flat.
Now that the injury on your butt is healed, you can go to work in the paddy fields. The millet in the fields will not be wasted. At least there will be a harvest this year. "
Zhao Baoshan's brows knitted together immediately, "Yun'er girl, what, the paddy fields in the second room are deserted?"
Zhao Baoshan seemed unaware of this because his field was some distance away from the field allocated to Zhao Wenshui. He thought that Li Cuiying was busy working on Erfang's paddy field, but he did not expect that Li Cuiying did not go to work and left the field deserted.
I haven't paid attention to him for the past month. It is estimated that one acre of rice will not be harvested at all this year.
Zhao Yun'er nodded and said, "Yes, Master, I just saw it this morning. It's really a pity that it was so famine that day. The good rice is probably gone!"
Zhao Baoshan was a little angry and stared at Zhao Wenshui with hatred.
Zhao Wenshui was so frightened by Zhao Baoshan's sharp eyes that he hid quickly and muttered, "Dad, what are you doing staring at me? I can't be blamed for this. After all, I was injured." I’m too busy with the work in the fields.”
Zhao Baoshan said, "You brat, you still say it's none of your business, but what about your shame? Where is your shame? You have the nerve to say such things!"
He was obviously lazy, pretending that his injury was not healed, hiding in the house and not coming out, but he was really injured!
If you hadn't been so full of food and wine today, I guess you probably wouldn't have come out yet!
I gave my family's land to you, but you, a stinky boy, ruined it like this. I'm really angry. Why is there such a loser like you in the old Zhao family? "
Zhao Wenshui was very embarrassed by Zhao Baoshan's scolding. Zhao Baoshan's scolding was not enough, so he directly picked up the wooden stick on the ground and started beating Zhao Wenshui.
"I'll beat you to death, you prodigal son. You've ruined the harvest of several acres of our old Zhao family's fields! What's the use of raising you? You just know how to be lazy and do a lot of bad things, bringing shame to our old Zhao family.
Why doesn't God have a good eye and take your life away from you! "
When Zhao Baoshan thought about what Zhao Wenshui had done during these days, he felt a sigh of relief in his chest, and he was almost mad at Zhao Wenshui.
Think about it, there are no such lazy people in the old Zhao family, but Zhao Wenshui is like this, and he doesn't look like a man.
Zhao Wenshui screamed after being beaten, and there were even red marks on his body. Zhao Baoshan showed no mercy.
"Dad, stop fighting, it hurts me so much!"
"Dad, please let me go. If you hit me again, I will kill you!"
"Ooooh, daddy, I was wrong, I was wrong! I shouldn't have pretended that the injury is not healed yet, please spare me!"