Chapter 1265 The educated youth mother of the son (11)

  There is no other way, Zhao Rui can only carry the **** raised by the grandmother and the chickens from the hen.

   But I just don't like it, I think it's weak in combat.

   He was afraid that the chicken would be pecked down again, and it would either become bald or pecked to death. How would he explain to his grandmother? The most important thing was that he was afraid that his parents would come and fry the meat on a bamboo board.

   The taste was so sour, he didn't want to feel it anymore.

   "I give up, I give up."

   Zhao Rui conceded defeat, but Zhao Weidong did not hold on.

  So, Zhao Gugu became the victorious fighting chicken among the six chickens, and he didn't want to let go of the rooster who pecked his ass.

   Zhao Weidong hurriedly hugged Zhao Gugu in his arms and comforted him: "Forget it, Gugu, go back and give you some meat."

When the people around    heard it, there was a sound of admiration in their mouths.

   In an era when people could not eat a few pieces of meat all year round, Zhao Weidong actually gave meat to a chicken.

   It's really not as good as a chicken.

   Could it be that Zhao Gugu from the Zhao family looks so good.

   I'm so fat, I want to eat it.

   Zhao Gugu, who was being coaxed by Zhao Weidong with his meat, felt a chill down his spine for no reason. He was finishing his feathers and stopped suddenly, his small black eyes rolled.

   "Dad, I'll hold it." Xiao Zhaoyou stretched out his hand.

   Zhao Weidong looked at his son's white and tender face, stretched out his hand and pinched it, and when the latter was about to go wild, he stuffed Zhao Gugu into Xiao Zhaoyou's arms.

   He patted Xiao Zhaoyou on the shoulder, and the brothers said nicely, "Let's go, let's go home, your mother will be back soon."

   "Brother Dong, don't go." At this time, a man two years younger than Zhao Weidong came over with a wretched look on his face. He wanted to go over and hug Zhao Weidong's shoulders, but Zhao Weidong turned sideways to avoid him, his face full of disgust.

   "If you have something to say, don't tug at it." He smelled the sour smell on Zhao Bing's body, and he didn't know how many days he hadn't bathed. What if it spreads to himself.

   Zhao Weidong does not have a habit of cleanliness, but he often takes baths. When the water is not enough, he often chooses to take a shower when no one is there. Even the cold winter and twelfth lunar month have not changed.

   Therefore, Zhao Weidong's body has a strong immune system, and his body is strong, and his clothes are full of powerful spirits.

   What Zhao Weidong cares about is that his daughter-in-law is obsessed with cleanliness and has a very smart nose. Sometimes he smells a little sweaty, and his daughter-in-law won't let him hold him, not to mention the smell.

   Zhao Bing didn't feel embarrassed either, and said in a low voice, "Brother Dong, do you want to play?"

   Zhao Bing's joke is gambling.

   In several villages, including Zhaojiacun, from time to time there will be people gathering together to gamble. Of course, the people who go there are lazy people who don’t work, gangsters, hooligans or some people who are addicted to gambling.

   Zhou Weidong's heart is itchy, and his hands are itchy. He likes small gambling, and has to have fun from time to time.

   Just thinking that Yin Yin was about to come back from town, he still shook his head: "Next time."

   Although his daughter-in-law did not force him not to gamble, he knew that his daughter-in-law still did not like him to gamble very much.

"Don't, brother, I heard that Chen Ergou took two very beautiful earrings to bet this time. I heard that they were left by his ancestors, so you don't want to win and give them to your sister-in-law?" Zhao Bing encouraged .

   Zhao Weidong's originally suppressed thoughts floated again.

   Everyone who is familiar with Zhao Weidong knows how much this guy loves his daughter-in-law, and he will give his daughter-in-law anything good.

   Zhao Weidong frowned, lowered his head and asked Xiao Zhaoyou who was holding a small comb to comb Zhao Gugu's hair: "Son, shall we go?"

   Xiao Zhaoyou's eyes lit up: "Go!"

   (end of this chapter)