"It's useless to knock him away. Da Yan, you still haven't figured out the boy's urinary nature. He, since he has come, no matter whether he enters the military compound or not, he will definitely talk about what tonight when he goes back. Forget it, he is also overwhelmed by Brother Gongsun. If he wants to make trouble, he will do whatever he wants." Mr. Guan stood up from the chair, "I'll go to bed first, you can deal with it as you want."

"..." The geese of the gate were closed.

Dad, are you kicking me the ball?

After a while, Brother Lang followed Zhuang Mengdie without saying a word all the way, which made Zhuang Mengdie a little uncomfortable.

She thought to herself: How did this little bastard change his temperament? The calf who had never stopped for a moment suddenly became silent. She was a little surprised and a little uncomfortable.

I always feel that I didn't hear this little bastard choking her, as if something was missing.

"Hey, honestly, why are you here to my house?" Zhuang Mengdie still didn't stop and spoke first.

Brother Lang said: "It's better not to talk in public."

“Why?”

Brother Lang said seriously: "You are a married woman, and I am a married man. If you talk and laugh in public and are seen by some dog legs, you might gossip and say that Mr. Guan’s granddaughter is unfaithful to the wife and can’t stand loneliness. When the thing that his man is not working, he will hook up with another man, and he is a little boy. The most important thing is that the little boy is still the grandson-in-law of her grandfather and eldest brother. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, this relationship is messy, you are shameless, don’t I want it either?"

"Let you be cheap and let you be cheap..."

The next second, Zhuang Mengdie turned around and beat Brother Lang.

Although her little bastard's words were quite unpleasant, she was still very happy inside.

"It's almost done, someone is watching!"

This scene was seen by several military uncles, and they all stopped and watched with curiosity.

Brother Lang’s reminder made Zhuang Mengdie, who was intoxicated by happiness, realize that she had lost her composure and grabbed the little bastard’s collar and walked home quickly.

"The one who beats someone just now seems to be Xiaodie? She has never been very ladylike and cold, why does this change a little from what I think?"

"I don't know, I know the boy who was beaten, but now the hot junior. Senior Gongsun's grandson-in-law, this relationship, tsk... I'll watch the show, why don't we go and eavesdrop?"

"Rareless, you want to go to Guan's hometown to eavesdrop, this is seeking death. No, I have to watch you and go together!"

"Get out, you're a slut."

Then, the eighth dukes quietly eavesdropped.

...

"Hello, Uncle Guan, we've met again. We've been on a business trip in Beijing for a few days. I'm sorry, I finally took some time to visit you today." As he said that, Brother Lang handed over the local specialties in his hand, "The golden ring tiger head bee wine that has been treasured for 18 years has obvious effects on old rheumatism. The bees I raised in my home collected the entire area before collecting these royal jelly. I heard that they have the effects of anti-alergic disease."

I originally wanted to not give it to you, but the gift that Brother Lang gave me was blocked back what I wanted to say.

My father has rheumatism and no medicine works, especially my mother's Alzheimer's disease, which is getting worse and worse, so serious that I don't remember what happened today tomorrow.

If these two really work, then the Guan family cliff owes Brother Lang a favor again.

"Oh, my legs are rheumatism, so I have to drink a few sips of bee wine slowly." Mr. Guan, who was at the door of the room, heard that there was a high-sounding opportunity to drink, and rushed out. The speed was not as fast as an elderly person, and his legs were even more slim than that of a middle-aged man.

Dad, didn’t you, Shen Lang, say you left it to me to deal with it?

A jar of wine attracted you out, I really don’t know what to say about you.

Mr. Guan couldn't wait to snatch the wine, lifted the lid of the wine jar, poured a glass, and poured it into it.

"Well, good wine, pure enough. Boy, is this homemade rice wine?" asked Mr. Guan.

"Well, my grandfather brewed it. I brewed a ton of it the year I was born, and then I divided it into eighteen small jars to soak the golden ring tiger-head bees. My grandfather said that he was easily injured after he was eighteen, so he prepared for me in advance so that the orthopedic doctors would not be completely treated. I would not worry about the root cause of this bee wine." Brother Lang was not brave enough. He dared to drive in front of the first person in the military. It is estimated that he is the number one in the world today.

Zhuang Mengdie cannot understand the metaphor of an orthopedic doctor, but as a man, Mr. Guan and his son know the best.

Give Shen Lang a look that your grandfather is such a good grandfather.

The people who eavesdropped at the door swallowed and felt rheumatism all over their bodies had an attack.

"Old Qi, why not..."

"Okay, let's go in together. My waist and bone disease is too serious. I licked my old face and asked for a few glasses of bee wine to drink. This is eighteen years of wine making, and it is a rare good wine to drink."

Then the few of them really rang the doorbell.

The one who went to open the door was Guanmenyan. He saw that he was his father's subordinate. "A few of them are..."

Lao Qi held the waist bone with one hand, "Bayan, my old rheumatism has occurred. Come and see if there is any medicine at your house to slow down."

"Brother Yan, you know that my shoulder was rheumatism. You gave it to me back then. I'll see if there is any medicine to slow down. Oh, it's still painful."

"Brother Yan, I..."

Guan Menyan said angrily: "Come in. If you dare to listen to the corner of the wall again, I will kill you."

Several people smiled and quickly entered the door, gathered in front of Mr. Guan, and swallowed hard.

Although they are not addicted to alcohol, the 18-year-old wine is really tempting, and it is also bee wine, which is both delicious and can cure rheumatism. It is simply not too perfect.

Mr. Guan put on a few cups and poured them all over. "Get out after drinking. Just a small jar. I want to drink again. I will go find a boy. He has seventeen jars."

After saying that, Mr. Guan seemed to have come to his senses and thought that this kid's digging time was simply amazing.

Visits are fake, but selling them is real.

For ordinary people, this drinking is nothing more than wine.

But for people in the military, especially those who have suffered fractures or are prone to rheumatism, this is undoubtedly a good medicine.

Whoever wants to drink this kind of wine in the future must not stand on this kid's side.

High, really, it’s high, and it’s all right to make a fuss.

Several people stuffed the small cup in one go, stretching the cup over with unfulfilled feelings.

"Let's go, I'm going to sleep." Mr. Guan and his subordinates protected the wine jar and returned to the room.

The few people looked at Mr. Guan all the way until the door closed with a slam, and then they turned their attention to Brother Lang.

Lao Qi seemed to be very familiar with Brother Lang, and he held Brother Lang's shoulder. "Brother Lang, don't you still have more than a dozen jars, so I'll give me one jar."

"I want it, too."

"And I."

"I'm still there."

After digging the hole successfully, Brother Lang nodded. "No problem, I don't have much anything in my house, but I brew a lot of wine. Do you know, my house has a cellar that contains the wine brewed by my family for generations. It's not that I brag about, if you add a piece of wine, at least thousands of tons, the oldest one seems to be from the twelve years of Daoguang.

After all, it will take two or three hundred years.

However, this jar of wine is prepared for my friends to drink. Are you my friends?"

"Yes, who dares to say no, I will fight his life with him."

"Brother Lang is my best friend in my life. No, he is a brother who can hand over his back to you."

"Brother Lang, from now on, who dares to bully you? Tell my brother that I can't beat him to death."

Brother Lang raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

"Of course it's true, more true than it is."

"Okay, Gongsun Old Roller wants to force his brother to get married, but his brother doesn't agree. Brothers, what do you think you should do?"
Chapter completed!