Every time the two men lifted a bag, they would be whipped, and every time they were whipped they would be scolded.
Lu Wensheng just squatted under the tree, eating melon seeds and watching the show. Don't mention it, this old man is quite talkative, and he never repeats himself for such a long time.
When Liu Changsheng had scolded enough, he walked up to Lu Wensheng, swinging his whip, sighed, squatted beside her and complained:
"Alas, I don't know if it's because I killed too many people in my life that God couldn't bear it and let me give birth to these two useless sons.
He is simply here to collect debts! He has never given me peace of mind since I was a child.
Hey, you said Li Xiangyang also killed a lot of people, how come all his sons are so good! "
Liu Changsheng kept on muttering to himself, not caring whether Lu Wensheng spoke or not, as if he just wanted to speak out what he had been suppressing for a long time.
Lu Wensheng was not the kind of person who could take other people's feelings into consideration. He thought about it and said seriously:
"Maybe you married the wrong wife..."
He handed Liu Changsheng a handful of melon seeds and started to crack them without paying attention to his expression:
"Uncle, I'm going to say something I shouldn't say. My Aunt Caifeng is more sensible than the one in your family. The good or bad of a family depends entirely on the woman.
You said you were busy all day long, and the child's education at home must be led by his mother. As for your wife, tsk tsk tsk..."
Lu Wensheng stopped talking halfway through. Those who understood would understand, so there was no need to point it out. One should always give people some face, after all, he was the captain of a brigade.
Liu Changsheng: You call this giving face, are you sure?
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