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Seeing Lin Weihang's face flushed, he felt heartbroken and wanted to teach Lin Weihang a lesson, but after a careful inspection, he found that Lin Weihang's eyes were like copper bells, with red flashes in his pupils, his face was gloomy, and the muscles on his neck were obviously protruding.

Obviously giving it their all.

Of course. Everyone would be angry if they found out about their own embarrassment in public. If Lin Weihang was taught a lesson, wouldn't he retaliate?

Simultaneously.

Considering that the iron sand pot is so powerful, Ah Fu couldn't help but feel a little bit afraid.

"Okay, everyone, please leave. If anyone offends you again, I will send him directly to the community."

Ah Fu gave Qin Huarong a suggestive look.

Qin Huarong helped Lin Weihang leave the scene.

Lin Weihang was left behind, motionless, with his strength not yet fully released, holding the iron sand pot high in his hand, looking very imposing.

Faced with an unsolvable dilemma, Ah Fu had no choice but to arrange for someone to find Ah Qiang to handle the matter, and then took Lin Weihang home.

Liushui listened to the whole process and asked with deep suspicion, "Logically, the news that Ah Mao couldn't conceive should be a family secret. How come the senior in the workshop knew about it?"

A Yong stroked her hair gently with his palm and said with a smile, "Girl, why do you worry so much? A few days ago, you were envious of your brother's bicycle. Today, I have a chance for you to ride it again."

"Can I bring my cousin Yan Jie Di with me?"

"of course can."

Afterwards, Ah Guo placed the old newspapers in the main room at home, waiting for his offspring to be born so that he could tell them stories.

Upon hearing the news, the elderly people in the countryside also received several copies of the newspaper and hid them in wooden boxes.

When Liu Quantian and Liu Quandi returned, the gifts were given to them both.

He Yushui and Yan Di rode a tandem bicycle around the compound. Their joyful voices echoed continuously and the air was filled with laughter.

Li Guojia was drinking mung bean water made by Aunt Liu and chatting with Zhang Gangzhu and others under the shadow of a big tree.

Contemporary life is extremely comfortable and enjoyable.

However, the atmosphere in the Xu family was a little unusual.

Xu Jixiang's face was gloomy, as dull as the bottom of a pot made of fine iron.

Mother Xu sat down beside a stool holding a basket of peanuts, sighing and wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes from time to time.

Xu Damao held the pot made of fine iron tightly in his hand.

He felt that only this thing could give him a sense of spiritual protection and security.

"How dare Jia Donghai's grandson speak so recklessly. If Yi Zhonghai hadn't come here today, I would have lost control of my emotions and would have gone crazy and wanted to scold him!" Xu Damao kept swearing.

He didn't want to be hit by the sudden shoe upper, and the pain made the corners of his mouth twitch and crack. He hurriedly stepped back a few steps, and the fine iron pot hanging on his body looked particularly strange and peculiar.

Seeing this, Xu Jixiang became even angrier and picked up his slippers and threw them at Xu Damao.

There was another loud bang: "Bang!"

The fallen slippers collided with the pot, stirring up crisp metallic syllables on the smooth iron surface.

"Hmph!" Xu Damao tilted his body slightly, and his slippers made a slight sound after hitting the pot. A confident and proud smile appeared on his face, "Look, my parents can't do anything to me!" Xu Damao felt that he had a magical pot as his companion, and no matter where he went in the future, he would carry it with him.

Xu Jixiang looked at the desperate Damao, his anger already beyond words. He quickly changed his clothes and prepared to pick up the meat cleaver stored in the kitchen. A battle between knife and pot was about to begin.

Mother Xu sighed softly, stood up, and pulled her daughter's hand towards her daughter who was about to rush out, and said:

"Lao Xu, I know you are dissatisfied, but this matter cannot be blamed on you, Damao."

He then added:

"You are too good-tempered. If you talk too much, it will hurt people's hearts. You must learn to be more tolerant."

For a long time, Damao, who was brought up in his pampering, always found it difficult to accept criticism and suggestions.

As people often say, "A loving mother can easily make her child lazy." Although Xu Jixiang still couldn't help nagging and accusing, he chose to sit in a wooden chair and smoke his pipe. He lit the flame on the lighter and began to smoke slowly.

The barrel-shaped ashtray covered his originally rough face, which made the former "young master" of the Xu family master the art of smoking a few days after returning to the village. Is this thing really smoother than paper-wrapped tobacco as rumored? At this moment, Xu Damao was also itching to try it, but he didn't dare to ask for it. He had to pick up an old brand "Damen" cigarette, sit on the ground with a fine iron pot on his back, and wait for the opportunity to come.

"Lao Xu, think again about the incident of Damao going to the hospital. Only he and Liu Zhenhua's family knew the details. How did this news spread in this yard now?" His mother's words were like a breeze that penetrated his doubts and floated slowly past his ears.

The following is what Xu's mother said, continuing the narrative:

"You know, son, this matter is actually not that complicated. In our village, things like this often spread the fastest to the most remote household." Her words were full of wisdom and profound meaning.

"Maybe it was the often forgotten Aunt Li, or those children. You always worry about too many things. The news that Damao went to the hospital was probably just an ordinary visit, and you didn't pay attention to the details of the communication between the neighbors, so this rumor happened."

Xu **'s voice was soft with a hint of encouragement.

At this time, Xu Jixiang seemed to be touched by something, and a gleam of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"You reminded me. Yes, maybe those children or Aunt Li mentioned this matter inadvertently." As he said this, Xu Damao nodded, and his expression became calm. He realized that his worries were excessive.

The harmony of the family is once again reflected in this tranquility. Although the little ** in the past made the atmosphere a little solemn, in the end, the power of family affection overcame all misunderstandings and estrangements.

So much for that.

Xu Jixiang's face suddenly changed: "Are you saying that Lou Zhenhua deliberately released this news in order to sow discord between us and others?"

Next, he began to elaborate: "The Xu family wanted to use the treatment of Damao's health and the marriage with Lou Xiao'e to achieve their own selfish goals. However, this approach would definitely anger Lou Zhenhua. Because Damao and Xiao'e are already engaged. If the Lou family breaks this promise, the outside world will inevitably criticize their reputation. Therefore, Lou Zhenhua came up with this plan."

Mother Xu felt that her words were not sincere when she said this: "I haven't explained everything yet. Please click 'next section' to read the rest!"

This section is coming to an end. Please pay attention to the next push.

Nazehua's plan was too cunning.

Expose Xu Damao's infertility to the public.

Is there any other woman willing to marry Xu Damao?

Xu Jixiang stood up angrily and cursed: "Damn villain! Too **, I will take revenge on him at all costs!" At this moment, he finally came to his senses, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth.

Xu's mother said sadly: "Old Xu, I know that Lou Zehua is not an ordinary person.

His hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, and he is responsible for the steel mill. The power gap between our two families is huge. I suggest that we stop the action temporarily and consider finding a wife for Damao first.

Regardless of her physical deformity or muteness, we want him to have a companion in his old age."

Xu Jixiang sneered: "Although Lou Zehua is rich and proud, this is not the old era. I want to prove to him how powerful he is! As a long-term servant of Xu Damao's family, he is familiar with all kinds of family affairs.

How long can these secrets be kept secret?"

Xu's mother knew Xu Jixiang's purpose very well.

The original plan was to wait until Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao officially got married before using it, but now it can be used as a means to directly counterattack Lou Zhenhua.

If this strategy is implemented, Lou's wealth can be obtained.

but,

Because it is no longer possible for Damao to marry Lou Xiaoe.

Since the situation no longer allows it,

Why not make up your mind?

He is also a vicious character.

Those who are determined need not be impatient, for haste and recklessness will only lead to chaos.

There must be a swift revenge.

Lou Zhenhua soon learned this information.

"boom"!

In the Nazehua village, he was so angry that he smashed a glass into pieces.

In that era, the value of two pounds of beef has now turned into scraps scattered all over the ground.

He thought: "Damn Xu Jixiang, he actually plotted against him behind his back."

For Lou Zehua, this move was completely unexpected.

The Xu family were hired workers in the past, and Xu's mother was a domestic servant.

They are all members of the lower class.

Could it be that those of lower rank would be so bold as to suppress the above?

This is completely against our family rules!

but,

The rebellion of one's own subordinates is often more deadly.

Lou Zhenhua became terrified whenever he thought about the secrets held by Xu Jixiang and Xu's mother, which might fall into the hands of higher-ups.

"Quick, quick, we must retreat immediately!

“Tan Liya asked Zhang Ma, who was busy cleaning up the debris, to leave work early.

After making sure the door was closed, she walked over to Lou Zhenhua and sat down sideways.

He expressed his concern: "Lao Lou, isn't this too hasty? We have so much gold and silver, it is not easy to transfer it safely.

I suggest you contact your old friends and see if they have any solution."

"Tan**, you are too stupid to be a concubine. What kind of era is this!" Lou Zhenhua stood up suddenly, waving his hands and said,

“I have made arrangements and as soon as we reach our destination, someone will take over from us.

'

As soon as the words fell, Tan Liya shuddered, retreated in fear, and stopped trying to dissuade him.

"I'll go pack my things and tell our little son 'Xiao Maomao'." Tan Liya hurried upstairs.

Immediately, Lou Zhenhua started dialing the phone number and asked Butler Zhou to come over.

Butler Zhou was not surprised by the news that Lou Zhenhua wanted to leave the capital. Instead, he felt relieved.

As the captain of the factory police force before liberation, he had done a lot of bad things.

It was not until he moved to Hong Kong that his safety was ensured.

"Master, don't worry. I have loyal relatives and friends in the steel mill where I am. We can dispatch vehicles at any time to ensure everything is safe."

Butler Zhou, who was originally hunchbacked, suddenly straightened his chest, as if he had returned to his glorious past.