Friends are always teasing me [Transmigration Book]

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The moment Xiong Er's iron iron was ironed on it, the whole courtyard screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

The man crawled all over the ground like an octopus, kicking and twitching.Wherever they rolled, the yamen servants all covered their noses and backed away.

Xiong Er seemed to have found a plaything, and he didn't mind the pungent burnt stench. He listened to his daughter-in-law, and he treated the calf at home as he did to him.It's like hitting a hamster with a sledgehammer, raising the iron and chasing it down.

It stands to reason that there is no yamen servant to control him now, this man would not obediently allow Xiong Er to torture him.But Xiong Er is a bullfighting warrior, and he can still be invincible in a fight with a bull, let alone an individual?The disparity between victory and defeat is naturally clear at a glance.

"Hey! Handle, handle, it's done, it's done, hehe! Hehe!"

When the men present saw this scene, their legs tightened unexpectedly.

The yamen servants hurriedly pulled Mo Liang's sleeves, and said in a low voice: "Although stealing a cow is severely punished, it is not a crime to be punished with death... If you let that fool poke it down, people will die, right?"

"Don't worry." Mo Liang clasped his hands behind his head, and said leisurely, "Xiong Er will burn himself with that thing from time to time to stimulate himself, don't you think he is still alive and kicking?"

He can bear it, no matter how others can't bear it.Mo Liang expressed it very heartlessly.

The yamen servants paid attention to Xiong Erwei'an's figure.

Although it was far away, Xiong Er's ears were sharp, and when he heard his wife praising him, he turned his head and smiled brightly at Mo Liangbao, showing his big white teeth, and then whacked the mole harder.

"Yeah yah yah yah yah ♂——!!!"

The man passed out after the last shrill sound broke through the air.

Xiong Er squatted down, poked his charred little brother with his fingers, and said with a smile: "It's burnt, handle! It's burnt, hehe."

He pulled it, and it was pulled down.

Although the yamen servants felt that this man deserved it, they still couldn't bear to see this scene, and even felt a little sympathetic.There are a few inexperienced ones, their legs became weak from fright when they heard the screams, and they couldn't help protecting their crotches. When they thought about what happened to their own dick... Hey, I shuddered!

"It's very lively."

Wei Lan pushed aside the onlookers who were looking for the sound and came in to watch the excitement.Even though the courtyard was full of hustle and bustle, he still came to Mo Liang's side in no time.

Seeing Wei Lan coming, Mo Liang felt better, and asked, "Master Bao, is everything okay?"

Wei Lan smiled brightly: "It's all right."...Probably.

Mo Liang nodded, ordered the team to withdraw, and ordered a few yamen servants to carry away the burnt food.

Xiong Er was still poking at his severed root, as if he had become addicted to it, seeing the yamen servants coming to snatch it from him, it was given to him by his wife, he would not let go.

The two sides tug-of-war, the yamen servants were helpless, and afraid that their little brother would be attacked by him and would not dare to approach, so they asked Mo Liang for help: "Don't catch the head, help me!"

Xiong Er is a taboo now, especially when Wei Lan is here, then this fool is even more taboo among taboos!

Mo Liang chose to ignore his subordinates calling for help, walked up to Old Man Ma, and said, "Do you know why Xiong Er would come over to snatch the calf every time you were going to brand it?"

The old man shook his head.

"Although your son is ignorant, he is not ignorant. It is too cruel to burn the newborn calf's skin with a red-hot iron. You can see that the calf has been scalded to the point of autism. Even his own mother dare not recognize it."

The old man Ma stared wide-eyed, and said in a stuttering way: "My... Your lord means..."

"He couldn't bear to see the calf being tortured, so he used this method to stop it. It's a stupid way, right? But ordinary people don't have such courage at all." Mo Liang said with a smile, and patted the old man on the shoulder lightly.

The old man Ma looked at his stupid son in a daze, his eyes were a little wet.

This was the first time the old man cried since his eldest son passed away.

Naturally, his silly second child made outsiders laugh a lot.But the most painful is not Xiong Er who is being ridiculed by others, but his old father.

You can hardly imagine how much pressure he must bear in his heart.

No parent really wants to call their child a fool—even if he is.

Every time Xiong Er got into trouble outside, when old man Ma apologized to others and explained that his child's mind was not clear enough, his heart would bleed.

Then when Xiong Er fell asleep at night, the old man would watch his sleeping face by a green light, dazed.

Old man Ma has never been so proud as he is today!

Proud of Xiong Er!

Mo Liang looked down at Old Man Ma's wrinkled face, and smiled gently.

As for what he said to Old Man Ma——what is the truth about Xiong Er's actions is no longer important.

For one father at least, that's the truth he desperately needs.

Although Wei Lan didn't know what happened, but when he saw the old man Ma looking at Mo Liang with gratitude, he knew that he must have done another great thing.

His good son is like this, maybe not as dazzling as a star, but he can always quietly gain the trust and appreciation of others.

He is like a pot of pure wine, you have to savor it carefully to find out how sweet it is.

"My lord, thank you...really, thank you very much..."

"Huh? Thank you son. And your son found that this method of rubbing nose lines to identify cattle is much better than branding. Branding can be changed, but nose lines cannot. I will report to Mr. Bao if this method can be popularized across the country , your son will become a great man."

In modern society, the method of collecting the nose pattern of cattle has been used to register cattle.In ancient times, some materials were simply unaffordable for most farmers, and the technology of some materials was not mastered in ancient times.

But with Mo Liang and Wei Lan here, the cost of technology and materials is not a problem.The fictional world will not have an impact on the official history world, let alone be responsible for history.

Granting this technology to people in this country, and promoting this method, I believe it will add a brilliant stroke to Qiu Muheng's political achievements.

Let Xiong Er be the founder of this progress, which can be regarded as a dramatic effect, worthy of the minister's funny label.

Mo Liang looked at Xiong Er who was still struggling to tug of war with the yamen servants, and said softly: "In this way, those who despise him will change their views on him to some extent."

The old man Ma nodded, full of gratitude in his heart.

The daughter-in-law is praising him!Xiong Erzhi pricked up his ears, grinned, and let go of his hand suddenly.

The yamen servants at the other end fell into a shit.

"Hey, daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law..."

Xiong Er, who was running towards Mo Liang, suddenly stopped the car.

Wei Lan turned her head and glanced at Xiong Er.

She only glanced at him, then turned back.

Because one glance is enough.

The menacing sharpness that shot out from his eyes was sharper than the blade.

As the chill surged up, the little fool shivered, and suddenly covered his crotch, like a flipped bastard lying on the ground and kicking his legs around.While turning around and kicking, he hummed muffledly.

No one knew what he was doing, Mo Liang was even more baffled.

He kicked and kicked, suddenly jumped up, rushed back into the room, took out a card in a moment, glanced timidly at Wei Lan, and carefully handed it to Mo Liang.

"Daughter-in-law...Daughter-in-law."

This is a show of goodwill to Mo Liang and a demonstration to Wei Lan.

Although Xiong Er is stupid, he also has his own mirror in his heart. He needs to see this kind of thing more clearly than anyone else.

Wei Lan folded her arms, looked at Mo Liang, and said indifferently: "You've been out for so long, and you're making a lot of crooked songs?"

"I'm not! I'm not!"

Mo Liang blushed to defend himself, and Xiong Er flinched from the roar.

Wei Lan smiled, looked at Xiong Er with squinted eyes, and became very interested in him.

He was obviously a fool, but Wei Lan didn't underestimate him.

These people who covet his good son, whether it is this Xiong Er or that romantic guest, are all the same in Wei Lan's heart, they are all so annoying, there is no distinction between high and low.

Xiong Er was terrified by Wei Lan's stare, his limbs couldn't help shaking, and he couldn't hold the card in his hand steadily.

It was the first time that old man Ma saw his son so frightened, even when he faced the fierce bull, he was not frightened like this.

He couldn't help but call out: "Master... Your Excellency."

"babble!"

The old man made a sudden noise, which irritated Xiong Er's tense nerves. He dropped the cards in his hand and hid behind his father with only half of his head sticking out. He knew that this man named Wei Lan was like a ferocious lion. , should hide away, but still can't help but want to look at Mo Liang.

"No way, he is afraid of you?"

Mo Liang felt incredible.Wei Lan is a seed player who can steadily enter the top ten in the "Most Popular Men" ranking in the spiritual world every year.

"I was surprised too."

Staring at Xiong Er, the smile in Wei Lan's eyes deepened.

It was really unexpected that this fool could feel the hostility hidden deep in him.

Not simple.

Mo Liang felt that Xiong Er's current appearance was very funny, shook his head, bent down to pick up the cards that fell on the ground, and when he saw the pattern drawn on it, his face suddenly changed.

"How could you have this thing?"

He pulled Xiong Er's shoulder hard, and the look of joy because of his closeness also became panic because of this hard pull.

"Tell me! Where did you get this thing!"

"Daughter-in-law... daughter-in-law..."

His expression said "I'm afraid".

Wei Lan gently supported Mo Liang's shoulder, and then took the round card from his hand.

They have seen a similar sign before in the hands of Gandharva. The only difference is the words carved in ancient Chinese on the back.

——Dragon King.

The property of a man who shouldn't be in such a quiet little village.

"Where did this come from?" Gai Wei Lan asked him this time.

Xiong Er shrank his head back behind his father, trembling.

"This is very important to him." Wei Lan pointed to the anxious Mo Liang.

The head that was hiding behind the old man Ma stretched out again, his expression was still timid, but there was some light in his swaying eyes that he didn't have before.

He muttered, his lips trembling, and he said a normal sentence for the first time: "I... I picked it up in the cemetery..."