So Du Jianhuai put on a cold face and punched the other person in the face.
"Fuck you, you dare to hit me!"
The younger brother covered his bleeding nose with his hands, his expression distorted.
"If I don't kill you, a country bumpkin, today, I'm not the Young Master of North City!"
The young master of Beicheng was about to pounce with a howl, but he died before he could accomplish anything. The next moment, he was kicked hard to the ground and fell to the ground in a terrible state.
"I XXX, who the fuck...ah? Brother Qi?"
Qi Feng's waist was injured because of the kick. He grimaced in pain and screamed in the chair.
"Brother, why did you hit me? Don't you hate this country bumpkin peasant the most? What am I doing...ah! Brother, you hit me again!"
The younger brother covered his head which was hurt by the beating and looked at his elder brother with grievance and confusion.
What's the matter!
"You're the bumpkin! You're the peasant! From now on, call me by my name!"
Qi Feng scolded his younger brother and then looked at Du Jianhuai, with a hint of reluctance and fear in his eyes.
Obviously, the beating from his father last night had a very good effect and left Qi Feng with a serious psychological trauma.
The final solution last night was that the father broke the rolling pin and was about to pull out the belt to continue beating him, as if he would not stop until he was dead.
He was scared.
"Ah! Dad! I was wrong! I will apologize to Du Jianhuai right away! I will go apologize early tomorrow morning!"
Only then did his father stop, pointed the belt at his face, and warned him breathlessly.
"You'd better keep your word and apologize to them tomorrow, then invite them to your home. If you don't, it means they haven't forgiven you."
At this point, his father tightened his grip on his belt again, frightening him so much that his skin tensed.
Really, don't doubt it, his father will really beat him to death.
In order to save his life, Qi Feng held his aching buttocks and lower back and looked for Du Jianhuai early in the morning.
Well, from now on, Du Jianhuai is no longer a small farmer and bumpkin, he is his ancestor!
Qi Feng changed his domineering attitude from yesterday and sat opposite Du Jianhuai.
"Ahem! Ahem! Um, classmate Du Jianhuai, have you had breakfast yet?"
Du Jianhuai clenched his fists with a vicious expression, and looked at Qi Feng with eyes full of disgust.
Qi Feng looked at the white buns on the ground and his scalp felt a little numb.
"Yes, yes, I'm so sorry that your breakfast was soiled by those bastards. I'll have someone make you a breakfast right away. It's steamed buns, steamed meat, and rice porridge. Is that okay?"
As he spoke, Qi Feng called on his younger brother to go buy some food.
The younger brother was not convinced and muttered in a low voice: "Brother, why are you so polite to him? Just do it to him...Okay brother, I'll go right away!"
Under Qi Feng's warning eyes, the younger brother changed his tone, turned around and prepared to go get food.
"stop!"
Du Jianhuai called out to the other person, his voice filled with suppressed anger.
"Have you had breakfast?"
The younger brother was stunned and subconsciously looked at Qi Feng.
Qi Feng gritted his teeth and cursed, "Why the hell are you looking at me? I'm asking you a question, answer it!"
"No, I haven't eaten yet!"
Du Jianhuai pointed at the steamed buns on the ground and said, "Pick them up and eat them."
"What? Eat it? Don't be so arrogant, believe it or not... Ahhh, brother, why did you hit me again!?"
The younger brother's temper flared up in less than five seconds before he was kicked over by Qi Feng.
The aggrieved younger brother shouted, "Brother, he made me eat dirty steamed buns, isn't this bullying?"
Qi Feng looked at the black and dirty steamed bun and felt a little numb on his scalp.
"Well, Du Jianhuai, it's just a steamed bun, so just throw it away. I'll buy you ten later!"
Du Jianhuai sneered and said, "It's just a steamed bun? Do you know how precious a white steamed bun is in the countryside?"
"My brother gave the only white steamed buns in the house to my mother. She couldn't bear to eat them, so she gave them to my nephew. My nephew was very filial, so he gave them to my sister-in-law..."
"Those white steamed buns you consider insignificant are actually treasures that even a rural family wouldn't even eat. How dare you waste them! How could you possibly waste them!"
There was anger in Du Jianhuai's voice.
"During last year's massive snowstorm, do you know how many people had no food to eat? You pampered parasites, you have no idea how precious food is!"
Qi Feng felt a little guilty after being scolded.
Yes, in the Qi family, saving food is also a family motto, especially for the old man. He not only eats all the rice in the bowl, but also picks up the rice grains that fall on the table, without wasting a single grain.
The old man couldn't help but recall the hard life in the past when he shared potatoes with his comrades on the battlefield.
Even though they were not able to eat enough, they still had to fight, and they won one great victory after another.
Therefore, the old man cherishes food very much and repeatedly asks his descendants to cherish food.
Food is the foundation of a country.
"Yes, yes, I'll ask them to save food in the future, but for now..."
Looking at the dirty steamed bun that was stepped on, Qi Feng frowned.
"Forget it."
"It doesn't count. Whoever wastes the food should pick it up and eat it!"
As Qi Feng finished speaking, a loud shout was heard from behind him. Everyone turned their heads and saw Qi Feng's father walking in with a few people.
"Dad... Dad, why are you here?"
The little brother who stepped on the white steamed bun was a little panicked. He changed from his previous arrogance and became as panicked as a frightened dog.
"Why am I here? You did something so outrageous at school, how could I not come?"
The younger brother's biological father looked at the steamed bun on the ground, then looked at his good-for-nothing son, his eyes filled with guilt and anger.
It’s a pity that he was the director of the Grain Bureau, but he couldn’t even discipline his own son.
"Were you the one who threw the bun on the ground?"
Seeing his son’s expression, his father knew the answer.
"Pick it up and eat it for me!"
When I heard this, my eyes widened.
What? Pick it up and eat it? He just stepped on the steamed bun with the sole of his shoe, and it was covered with dust and mud. How can he eat it?
"Eat! If you don't eat today, I'll slap your mouth until it's swollen!"
When his father shouted, the younger brother was so scared that he trembled. He hurriedly picked up the dirty steamed bun on the ground, closed his eyes and stuffed it into his mouth.
After swallowing the steamed bun, the younger brother just breathed a sigh of relief when his father spoke again.
"You wasted the meat too?"
When I heard this and looked at the look in my father's eyes, my scalp went numb.
"Dad, the meat... forget about the meat. Look, it's all been crushed into a paste. There's really no way to eat it."
My father didn't say anything, but just started whipping me silently.
Seeing this, the younger brother was scared out of his wits.
"Dad, don't touch the belt, I'll eat it! I'll eat it!"
Kneeling on the ground, the younger brother picked up the black meat paste and stuffed the meat into his mouth with an expression of determination to die. He didn't even dare to chew it and just swallowed it.
Then, my little brother cried out "Wow".
He hugged Du Jianhuai's legs and cried loudly, shouting, "Please forgive me, I will never bully you again!"
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