Happy little peasants

"You bastard, come and pierce me if you have the ability. I don't believe you dare to do it to me this second mother in front of so many people!" Lin Xiuqin is like a shrew, her hands on hips growled at Jiang Xiaohu in anger. , But she didn't dare to take a half step forward.

"Hehe, you'll just bark there. If you have the ability, you rush up to see if I don't poke you into a hornet's nest." Jiang Xiaohu's tone was very flat, and he swayed the silver needle in his hand from time to time.

Since arriving on the earth plane, Jiang Xiaohu has opened his mind. Apart from studying all kinds of knowledge, he naturally learned the skills of this shrew who should be called the quarrel king.

Now it's more than enough to deal with the shrew Lin Xiuqin.

If he had full firepower, he might have to vomit blood for three liters today.

Of course, Jiang Xiaohu still had a sense of measure, and didn't want to make a miserable scene of blood vomiting three liters at the banquet of others' 70th birthday.

"you……"

Lin Xiuqin was furious, but Jiang Xiaohu had nothing to do.

She couldn't think that the young man in front of her was so sharp, she was sure that as long as she rushed over, Jiang Xiaohu would definitely pierce herself with a silver needle.

She didn't want to be seen as a joke at this time.

It's just that if you don't curse and come back now, her heart is very uncomfortable, just like countless ants biting her heart.

And the most important thing is that if she just admits this, she might be short in front of Zhong Baobao, the mother and daughter.

Just as she was thinking about how to fight back, a loud and confident voice came over, which rescued her.

"Birthday is here!"

The voice approached from far away, and soon a wheelchair was pushed over by two people, and on the wheelchair was the owner of the Yang family, Yang Kun.

Wow!

Regardless of how arrogant these people were just now, they all stood up now, with a gentle smile on their faces, as if they were performing a comedy, wearing a smiley mask.

"Grandpa, I wish you health and longevity!"

"Dad, how are you doing recently?"

Everyone came forward to greet the old man of the Yang family, and for a while, the Yang family was so lively.

After a while of chaos, Yang Kun was pushed to the position of Patriarch and accepted everyone's congratulations.

Only Jiang Xiaohu kept looking at the Patriarch of the Yang family, and saw that his face was withered, but his eyes were piercing, and there was no meat on his hands. Although he was a bit skinny to describe him, he was almost the same, and Between his brows, there was a dead spirit lingering.

It can be said that if he doesn't make a move, the old man still has three and a half months of life.

Yang Kun dressed very formally and festively today, wearing a sauce-red Jiang suit, and not smirking.

However, Yang Kun also saw Jiang Xiaohu standing beside Yang Su at this time, and a very rare faint smile appeared on his face.

"Jiang Xiaohu, this is my grandfather, he became like this for me. I beg you to save him."

Seeing his grandfather look like this, Yang Suyu couldn't bear it, with tears in his eyes spinning, turning his head and looking at Jiang Xiaohu, using a voice that only two people could hear, almost begging.

"Look at the situation first." Jiang Xiaohu didn't want to disturb Yang Kun's birthday party.

Yang Su gently nodded and agreed. She also knew that it was not the time. After all, Yang Kun had to face so many relatives and friends now, even if she wanted to do anything, I was afraid that those people would oppose it.

So, she knew she couldn't force it.

At this time, the guests had already taken their seats.

Yang Yating's father, Yang Zhiqiang, stood up and watched the crowd and announced: "Birthday celebration begins now. Please start presenting any gifts you have prepared. Let the old man be happy today."

Like a prepared ceremony, the juniors stood up one after another and lined up with the prepared gifts.

Jiang Xiaohu and Yang Su were also standing in the line, carrying gifts bought by Yang Su in their hands.

"Grandpa, this is the Australian coral I specially prepared for you. Please accept it."

"This is the calligraphy of compassion prepared for you by my grandson. I wish Grandpa health and longevity."

"Grandpa, this is a set of purple clay teapots I specially made for you."

The voices of singing and drinking continued to rang, one after another, which looked like a bibao meeting, and many people's faces were filled with arrogant expressions.

Although these juniors don't have much money on weekdays, they are unambiguous on this matter.

Jiang Xiaohu could figure out what ideas these people made with his toes.

It's just because Yang Kun's physique is getting worse and worse, and he might die one day.

The most important thing is that Yang Kun has not yet made a will.

People like them, with so much investment today, just want to have the confidence to ask for more when that crucial day comes.

This kind of investment is totally worth it in their view.

Yang Kun is still so calm. He has experienced strong winds and waves, and he is accustomed to deceiving him. Naturally, he knows what his children and grandchildren are thinking.

It's just that today, sitting on the grandmaster's chair, he looked at his descendants madly, with a amiable smile on his face from time to time.

In fact, what he likes most is his children and grandchildren around the knees.

Because even though he has Ling Yunzhi, he is already in his twilight years, and he is still about to die.

He knows better than anyone else about the health of his body.

Had it not been for the true Qi in his body, I'm afraid he would have died long ago.

The only regret is that one of his beloved Yang Su's body has not been fixed yet.

At this moment, Yang Yating and Gou Dali walked up to Yang Kun, holding a blue and white porcelain bottle together with many blessings on the body.It's no exaggeration to call it a Fushou bottle.

"Grandpa, this is Tingting, this is the'wanfushou bottle' specially prepared for you by my boyfriend and I. I wish you a long life in the East China Sea, and a long life than the pine of Nanshan!" Yang Yating smiled, her voice still the same. Flattery.

Hearing the gift, Jiang Xiaohu couldn't help but a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Isn't the Wanfushou bottle really in his Jiang family?

There is no second Wanfushou bottle in this world. If there is one, it is an imitation.

"What are you laughing at?" Yang Su was puzzled.

Jiang Xiaohu pointed to the bottle and said: "The bottle is fake, you can keep looking."

Jiang Xiaohu just clicked on this kind of thing, and the voice was not loud, so naturally he was not afraid of others listening to it.

"What, Wanfushou bottle? Really or fake?"

When someone heard these words, their faces were shocked, and they lost their voice in astonishment.