Abandoned Peasant Woman: Farming With a Cute Baby

"A dog can't change eating shit. It's not easy for some people to change their sex. That's how your third brother was. It was so awkward before, but now it's impossible to get him on the right track, teaching and educating people."

Mulan sighed heavily, with a bitter expression on her face, and weakly asked Zhao Yun'er, "Yun'er, what should we do now? This matter cannot be publicized, it is not good to be known.

But these children cannot follow my third brother. When the parents paid the tuition fees, the children would recognize a few more words and learn some knowledge, instead of thinking that the children would come to our house to learn these things. "

Zhao Yuner nodded and said, "Yes, this matter must be handled carefully. In my opinion..."

Before Zhao Yuner finished speaking, Zhu Erhu, who had been listening to the side, was angry, and said with a dark face, "In my opinion, just beat him up. If he doesn't have a long memory, he will continue to teach the children. Then I will continue to beat him. I want to see if his face is hard or my fist is hard."

Zhu Erhu rushed into the room as he spoke, and directly picked Zhu Sanlu out of the room.

Zhu Erhu is tall and tall, while Zhu Sanlu is thin and weak as a woman.

Zhu Erhu carried it effortlessly, Zhu Sanlu wanted to struggle but couldn't overcome Zhu Erhu's strength.

His collar was lifted, making his neck a little uncomfortable. Zhu Sanlu asked angrily, "Second brother, what are you doing? What are you doing? My neck is uncomfortable, so I quickly loosen my hand. I don't know you are committing it again. What's wrong!"

How could Zhu Erhu let Zhu Sanlu go so easily, and snorted coldly, "What are you doing? What do you say I do? I'm here to clean up your shameless thing!"

Zhu Erhu said that he didn't talk nonsense with Zhu Sanlu, and hit Zhu Sanlu's face with a fist.

Zhu Sanlu cried out in pain, "Ah...it hurts to death, it hurts to death, second brother, I was so hurt by you to beat me to death, so if you hit someone, hit someone, I have to hit my face. Fight, are you afraid of disfiguring me? My handsome face..."

Zhu Sanlu yelled, and reached out his hand to touch his cheek, looking very heartbroken.

Zhao Yun'er was almost disgusted by Zhu Sanlu, and she even said that she was a handsome face. It seems that some people really don't look at themselves in the mirror and live in imagination.

Zhu Sanlu's yelling led Mrs. Zhu out of the house.

When Mrs. Zhu saw that Zhu Sanlu was beaten by Zhu Erhu, she was anxious.

To Zhu Daniu angrily scolded, "What are you doing? Second, what are you doing? Why do you beat your third brother well? You stinky boy, how can you be a brother like this? I think your third brother is not enough. Poor!

With this slap, you are not afraid of crippling your third brother! "

While talking, Mrs. Zhu slammed Zhu Erhu's body with her fist, as if she wanted to ask for Zhu Sanlu's injuries back.

Zhu Erhu snorted and avoided.

"Mother, what are you doing? I should teach my third brother, who will let him do brutal things!" Zhu Erhu said with a cold face.

After speaking, Sen Leng's eyes cast on Zhu Sanlu's body.

Zhu Sanlu was very persuaded on weekdays. When he met Zhu Erhu's cold eyes, he shrank behind Mrs. Zhu in fright, and called Mrs. Zhu in fear, "Mother, second brother is crazy! Look, he took me. What a hit! It hurts me so much! Now I want to hit me again!"