Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Wu Sansheng was quite happy in the army. Finally, he no longer had his second brother's occasional sneak attacks, either spanking him or hanging him up and beating him. Did he break any heavenly rules?

But speaking of his face, he seems to be tanned.

It's over. My mom doesn't like him anymore.

Because his mother looks at his face.

Otherwise, how could his father have a good life?

The eldest brother did the same thing. He used his looks to charm a female combat heroine, got her married and had a baby.

Even though the second brother is fierce, he still looks like a handsome scholar, but he looks rough.

He doesn't look like his father or mother. Wu Laogou said he looks like his grandfather.

Wu Sanxing: . . . .

He hasn't been home for several years, and they don't miss him. They send things to him, but they don't write letters to him. He is the one who writes letters home.

Wu Laogou: . . . . .

What kind of thing is this for a boy to write? It's a waste of money to write a letter for no reason.

If you have the ability, find someone to live off you, like your eldest brother, or support the family like your second brother.

Old Dog Wu has finally realized the benefits of raising children.

Now, apart from taking care of the dog, he doesn't take care of anything else. He accompanies his wife every day and listens to her saying words that he doesn't understand.

Jie Lanxin: I knew this was a possibility when I looked at their faces. Fortunately, the children all have good looks. I’ll let him be the third child. There’s always going to be something wrong with him.

The eldest and second oldest are both intelligent and educated, while the only two in the family who swear when they get angry are Wu Laogou and Wu Sansheng.

Otherwise, she would feel uncomfortable if everyone in her family was illiterate.

The third child doesn’t like reading and is just like Wu Laogou.

The second one is still the most like her.

Wu Laogou: . . . . . .

The bad ones are all like him, and the good ones are not his.

Jie Lanxin: You have an opinion.

Of course Wu Laogou had no objection. He had lost his face a long time ago, so if he wanted it, he could get it back anytime.

For those who survived the Republic of China, where do they get so many bottom lines? Staying alive is the bottom line.

Just like that, when the innocent Baba was five years old, his biological mother got promoted again, and this time he could go.

On the train after the Chinese New Year, little Wu Xie was very happy when he knew he was leaving home. Later, he started crying when he thought he would not see his second uncle and the others. But his mother is also very important.

The little crybaby was coaxed into silence by his mother after crying for a long time.

From now on, he could only hear his second uncle and others’ voices on the phone.

Sea, here I come.

Wuxie has a new journey ahead, and he can't write many words yet.

So I wrote and drew in the military kindergarten and sent oversized letters back home.

Wu Yiqiong looked at his silly son, and well, he became even more silly.

Take my son to catch fish, go to the sea and swim.

As for cooking, forget it. It won’t make things difficult for my son or myself. They just go to the cafeteria to eat.

At most, the family would buy some malted milk, peach cakes, biscuits, dried meat, White Rabbit milk candy, or some noodles.

The most abundant thing is of course fish.

This is free, but every time we go to the beach, Wu Yiqiong takes us there. The good news is that the child can swim, but the bad news is that the child thinks he is invincible.

Wu Yiqiong: Are you really not afraid of floating away? If so, he will definitely be beaten to death by his wife. That's an iron fist.

When Wu Xin received the letter, he laughed so hard that he showed it to Zhang Qilin. Zhang Qiling was a big little man, and he was drawn very nicely. The black glasses were replaced by a pair of black sunglasses, and he could write the two words "Second Uncle".

He also drew a lot of fish, crabs, and trees. His drawing skills are quite good.

He said he missed his second uncle and others.

Hei Xiazi is now a master of roast chicken.

"Diced chicken with tofu, braised chicken with fern, potato chicken, barbecued pork chicken, honey chicken wings, stir-fried pork with green pepper, mutton soup, grilled lamb chops with garlic, sweet and sour radish, sure, Hei Ye, you can open a store now."

Black Bear: . . . . . .

Wash your hands and Hei Xiazi takes the chopsticks.

"Do you want this blessing?"

The mute wants to eat chickens every day, but he can’t eat the chickens he raises himself, even though they lay a lot of eggs.

I thought the mute wouldn't get tired of eating the same thing every day, but one day he became picky about food and asked the blind man to try a different dish.

That’s enough. The blind man can only figure it out on his own and even go to the Wu family’s cook to learn how to cook.

Zhang Qilin ate obediently. The blind man was the one who cooked. So what if he was scolded? He couldn't beat him.

He recently recovered some of his memories, in fact he had them on and off over the past few years.

He kept a small notebook for himself.

He would take it out and look at it from time to time. In fact, he had gone out before, and the blind man would follow him every time, fearing that he would get lost because there were many bad people outside.

However, after the two finished their meal, Wuxin went to wash the dishes. They were going to write a reply to the little brat Wuxie to see what to write. As a result, when Wuxin came back after washing the dishes, Zhang Qilin only wrote four words, "Be well" and "Don't worry", while Heixiazi wrote a lot of words, but are you sure Wuxie can understand them?

He is only 5 years old, 6 at most, still at the age of eating, drinking and playing foolishly.

"Wuxie, go home."

"Dad, I want to play for a while longer."

I haven't caught all the fish yet.

"But mom is back."

Wu Yiqiong could only use his trump card.

"mom!"

Wuxie looked up in surprise. He hadn't seen his mother for three days.

The two little legs moved very fast, "Mom!!! Your baby is here to take you home."

Little Wuxie already knew where the pier was, because his mother often appeared there.

Niu Chunhua looked at the crying little cubs in the distance, stretched out her arms, hugged Xiao Wuxie, kissed him, hugged him and lifted him up high. Only Wu Yiqiong stood behind him holding Xiao Wuxie's bucket and shoes, as well as a big fish, a palm-sized fish and small crabs.

Wu Yiqiong even suspected that if he didn't say anything, the mother and son would probably ignore him.

Alas, his family status is worrying, but fortunately his face remains very good-looking.

"Wife."

Niu Chunhua had kissed the baby and it wasn't enough. Both mother and son were smiling. Why did someone come out to spoil their fun? But when they looked again, they realized it was their own child, so everything was fine.

The teammates behind were used to their boss's changing attitude. Only their boss could beat a group of male soldiers into submission. As for the boss's male wife, they all thought she was a real warrior.

As expected, their eldest brother only looks at the face. He looks at how pretty the baby is and calls him brother sweetly.

He won’t get tanned even if he basks in the sun. Among a bunch of black dolls, he is the lotus root from the Jiangnan water town, which is segmented and very white. So little Wu Xie is actually very popular on the island, and both adults and children like him.

The brothers greeted little Wu Xie, who cried out with joy and clapped their hands one by one. As for the old father, it was okay, it was normal to forget him.

Because little Wu Xie has so much love.

A person who is full of love does not care about the love of another person.

His heart can't hold it anymore.

But he loves his mother the most, and his mother loves him the most too.

When I got back, Wu Yiqiong had already returned from the cafeteria to get food.

Only at this time did Niu Chunhua look at Wu Yiqiong.

"Thanks a lot."

"Not bitter."