"Boss, I have you!" Liu Fei punched Zhao Tianyou and said with a bad smile: "I heard that you brought Teacher Qin home. Boss, you are really good!"
Xu Jiamu and Hu Buping had admiration on their faces.
On a middle school campus, it would be considered cool to lead a girl on a bicycle, but Zhao Tianyou is leading a goddess teacher. The boss is the boss. I really dare to think about it.
Zhao Tianyou was still in a trance, and the three younger brothers noticed something was wrong and quickly asked what happened. Zhao Tianyou never concealed anything from his brothers, so he couldn't help but recount the home visit.
Among the three, Liu Fei has the richest love experience. This girl has been in love since elementary school, and all the beautiful girls at the same table have not escaped his clutches.
Liu Fei put his hands behind his back, walked in circles, and analyzed with a solemn expression: "From the perspective of love science, middle-aged men have a fatal attraction for girls who are inexperienced in the world. Boss, I think there is a high probability that Teacher Qin will fall in love with you."
love."
"Go, go!" Zhao Tianyou waved his hand: "Can't you say something auspicious?"
Xu Jiamu was the most down-to-earth person. He walked up and patted Zhao Tianyou on the shoulder and said, "Boss, please forgive me!"
"Mumu, what are you talking about?" Hu Buping jumped up and said, "This is a good thing. If Teacher Qin really means that, she won't become our boss's aunt. Becoming a family is a great good thing.
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"Bang!" Zhao Tianyou kicked Hu Buping on the buttocks. The guy jumped up in pain, like a spring, skipping dozens of meters on the cement floor.
Feeling confused for no reason, Zhao Tianyou got on the motorcycle and drove away.
When I got home, my third uncle was enjoying the cool air in the yard. He was back to his usual lazy self, listening to the Peking Opera "Dragon Robe" on the deck chair in the yard.
Zhao Tianyou got angry when he saw him: "Third uncle, how could you treat Teacher Qin like this?"
"Boy, what happened to me? Didn't I make you look good?"
Zhao Tianyou sighed helplessly, this old guy is not only good at killing pigs, he also has a pair of iron teeth.
"Boy, I admit that your third uncle is a bit more handsome and mature, and little girls will inevitably be moved by it. This---but this is not my fault!"
Zhao Tianyou looked at him coldly and said, "It's really not your fault. I'm tired and I need to take a rest!"
With that said, Zhao Tianyou went to the dining room to eat.
"Boy, eat quickly, don't forget you have to kill one more pig!"
It’s funny to say that Zhao Tianyou has made countless bets with his third uncle since he was a child, and he lost nine out of ten bets, with a dismal record. Zhao Tianyou often wondered whether his third uncle was reincarnated as a goblin, and why he grew so tall
With such a brilliant head, he could always be sure to count himself down. After being stabbed by this old guy again, it seemed that he needed to be more vigilant and strengthen his awareness.
After dinner, Zhao Tianyou returned to the yard. Uncle Zhao was tapping the handrail leisurely, fascinated by the play. Zhao Tianyou said angrily: "Uncle, you ask me to kill pigs every day, you are not afraid that I will go to hell after death."
It was originally a joke, but as soon as the words came out, Zhao Tianyou realized something was wrong.
The third uncle's face was frighteningly green, with blood streaks covering his pupils, and his eyes seemed to be burning with endless hell of blood and fire.
These eyes were no longer those of ordinary people, they were so terrifying that Zhao Tianyou couldn't help but take a step back.
Fortunately, the strangeness of the third uncle only lasted for a moment. He immediately regained his composure and sighed, his tone infinitely lonely: "Hell? Boy, you have never seen hell. Just kill the pig properly."
While talking, the two waiters had already pinned the pig to the ground.
This pig was a big pig, weighing more than 300 kilograms. It struggled desperately, and its roar shook the dead leaves from the sycamore tree.
Pig, pig, I can’t help myself. It’s better to be saved as soon as possible while I’m still suffering.
Zhao Tianyou raised the knife in his hand and cut the pig's trachea neatly, blood spattered everywhere.
After receiving the pig's blood, the two men shaved off the pig's hair, disembowelled the pig and took out its internal organs, and then hung the pig on a high pole with all its strength.
If it were an ordinary pig, the two waiters would not have worked so hard. The pig was too heavy, and the corners of the courtyard wall were covered with moss. One of the waiters slipped backwards and fell backwards.
As soon as he fell, another waiter also fell down, and the three-hundred-jin pig pressed down on the two of them with a "snap". If the impact was serious, the sternum would be broken.
"Huh!" A figure was as fast as lightning.
Uncle Zhao stretched out his arm, grabbed the pig's two front paws, lifted the whole pig off the ground, and hung it on the wooden pole.
Without the push of the pig, the two men fell to the ground and only scratched their skin. It was a near miss.
"Be careful!" Uncle Zhao patted the shoulders of the two waiters, returned to the recliner, and listened to the play leisurely.
Zhao Tianyou's palms were all sweaty.
Just now, the third uncle looked calm and relaxed, but Zhao Tianyou calculated that without the strength of thousands of kilograms in his arms, he would not be able to do it.
My uncle is also too perverted.
Zhao Tianyou was amazed for a while. He took a machete and chopped hard. Bones, slag and minced meat flew everywhere, and several of them fell on Uncle Zhao's face.
"Hey! Boy, can you have some skills?"
This old guy is making fun of himself again.
When he thought of the old man's expression when he looked at Teacher Qin, Zhao Tianyou's hand became a little heavier, and more bones and residue were scattered.
"Go, go--I'll teach you!"
Uncle Zhao's butt finally left the comfortable recliner, and Zhao Tianyou handed the machete to his third uncle.
Uncle Zhao held the machete in one arm and held the cigarette high in his mouth: "Boy, watch!"
Uncle Zhao's arm drew an arc in the air, and a strong wind blew across his face. Only a subtle "wave" sound was heard. The whole pig was split into two halves, and the fracture was neat and smooth.
With a sound of "chi!", Zhao Tianyou took a breath of air.
Split a big pig in half with just one hand. Is this possible with human power? Just now, I estimated that Uncle San’s arms had several thousand kilograms of strength, but now it seems that I really underestimated him.
Monster, so monster.
"Uncle, how did you do that?" Zhao Tianyou smiled and leaned over.
Uncle Zhao raised his legs higher and glanced sideways at his nephew: "Want to learn?"
Nonsense, if you learn this skill, you will definitely win every fight.
Uncle Zhao snorted softly and lowered his legs. Zhao Tianyou quickly squatted down and beat him gently. After enjoying enough, Uncle Zhao stood up and said solemnly: "Boy,
I just used Qigong."
Qigong? When Zhao Tianyou heard this, he felt itchy and couldn't bear it: "What qigong?"
"Prajna Qigong! Boy, listen, I will teach you the formula for practicing Qigong first."
Uncle Zhao is a good teacher. He not only taught the formulas, but also patiently explained the luck method and the meridians of the exercises.
Zhao Tianyou has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. It took him half an hour to master the essentials of this qigong. He just needs to practice step by step, and he will achieve success over time.
Uncle Zhao had no intention of leaving yet. Zhao Tianyou estimated that he still had something to say, so he was all ears.
Perhaps because his uncle taught him Kung Fu, Zhao Tianyou's attitude became much friendlier.
Uncle Zhao glanced at his nephew and said solemnly: "Boy, your parents died early, and you have suffered a lot from following me since you were a child---"
"No, no, my third uncle taught me a lot. The art of killing pigs is quite useful. Even if I don't get into college, I can still make a living!"
"That's right!" Uncle Zhao nodded and said: "It's not easy for you to have this realization! In life, in addition to survival, you must also have other pursuits. Human life is divided into several levels, one is survival, the other is life, and the third is life.
is the career, and the fourth is the ultimate exploration of life itself. Survival is the first ---"
The third uncle talked eloquently, with a solemn expression and a calm tone. He was like a great philosopher.
Abnormal, so abnormal.
Zhao Tianyou carefully captured every expression of his third uncle, wanting to know what he was going to tell him.