He didn't have direct descendants himself, so he naturally valued the relatives of these nephews and grandnephews more.
As a result, they all died, all died!
How could he not hate.
Seeing what happened later, Yu Qingyu felt that it was too early to talk to the system.
Hans killed him for several generations, and it is not too much for him to kill him for three generations in revenge.
Footsteps were heard outside the temple, and a man in his early thirties came in. He first bowed to the original owner's clay sculpture.
Then when the question was asked, Yu Qingyu would not rush out like the original owner to admit that he would hide in the dark this time, kill everyone, and finally kill Hans.
Hans left naturally without getting a response.
Yu Qingyu watched his back go away, he rushed out from the ruined temple, and the grass that slipped aside disappeared.
As soon as Han Si came home, he directly carried Han Zhujing into the room and closed the door, and scolded him, "Didn't I tell you not to get close to Huang Pizi when I was young? Why didn't you listen?"
Han Zhujing is used to his father's reprimand, how good the cone is, it's not as terrible as people say.
Han Zhujing's name is Wen Jing, and he is a good boy in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of those who are very familiar with him, he is an extra-large sand sculpture.
I won’t talk about being funny, the key is that my brain circuit is clear, and I always invent some weird things, and I even want to become a monk. The reason is that girls are too annoying, and they always talk to him and give him Send a love letter.
With an obedient face, Han Zhujing said softly, "I see.
He knew that his father was just like this, and sure enough, Hans gave him a stern look after hearing this, "Next time I catch you, I will break your little bastard's legs!"
"Understood, Dad." Han Zhujing pouted with his head down.
"Okay, get out of here, I'll be annoyed when I see you." After a pause, "Let your mother cook eggplant and bake a few pancakes."
"Okay, Dad, I'm going out."
The more Han Si thought about it, the more frightened he became. His son was about to marry a wife, what if the yellow-skinned son couldn't let him go
The next day, Hans rode his motorcycle to the town to refuel, and also poured back a large plastic barrel of gasoline.
Han Zhujing sighed as he didn't see him at the place he agreed with Conic after school.
It must be his dad who frightened Cone, and he also prepared pork jerky for him, but unfortunately... It seems that he can only come tomorrow.
When he came home, he found that his father was messing around in the yard, which was a violation of the law that he should be sitting on the big kang at this moment.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
"Go away, what the hell is your old man doing?"
Not to mention that he asked her mother to go.
Han Mu was getting up from the small bench, and lifted the lid of the pot with a rag.
The white and soft big white steamed buns appeared in the steaming pot, and under the steamed buns was a big pot of stewed vegetables, and the whole room was immediately filled with aroma.
Han Zhujing was at the age of "a half-grown boy who eats a poor old man", so he forgot to ask about his father when he saw the meal.
"Mom, Mom, give me one, I'm so hungry."
Han's mother glared at him, "Wash your hands, you are not allowed to eat without washing your hands, and call your damn father in for dinner."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Han Zhujing poked his head at the door, "Dad, it's time to eat."
"Understood, eat later, urge urge, urge to die?"
Han Zhujing was already immune to his father's inability to speak well, so he washed his hands, grabbed a big white steamed bun and gnawed on it.
(end of this chapter)