Rural Dad

Zhao Han arrived home.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!"

The two little guys ran towards Zhao Jiang with their schoolbags, chattering like gourd dolls looking for their grandpa.

"Hey, dear grandson, slow down."

Zhao Jiang hurried over to support the two.

"Old man, I, the Eighth Master, made a crazy profit of 500,000 today! Look at how cool I am!" Xiao Ba rushed to Zhao Jiang with a crazy and cool face to show off.

Zhao Jiang shook his head: "No."

Xiao Ba was stunned for a moment before he understood: "You father and son are indeed of the same lineage, so fucking humorous."

"Stop swearing!" Zhao Han patted it.

Then he explained to Zhao Jiang: "This guy reported a spy last time and got a bonus of 500,000 yuan."

"Hiss~" Zhao Jiang took a breath, and then blurted out: "Xiao Ba, hurry up and give me the money. I will save it for you. You can use it to marry a wife in the future."

"You are really Zhao Han's father." Xiao Ba said sincerely, and smiled: "It's a pity that your son took it first in the name of buying a house for me."

Zhao Jiang glanced at Zhao Han.

"Dad, I learned it from you." Zhao Han shrugged.

Zhao Jiang nodded with relief: "This pot is the inheritance. Give me the vegetables and I will cook."

Zhao Han handed the bought vegetables to Zhao Jiang.

"Cook them all. Let's celebrate Xiao Ba tonight. They were all bought with his money."

Zhao Jiang nodded and went into the house.

Guo Guo pestered Ji Ji: "Ji Ji, did you help water my farm today?"

"Chi Ji." Ji Ji pointed to the bucket and nodded.

"GunGun, did you water me?" Xingxing ran to GunGun who was eating bamboo shoots.

GunGun rolled his eyes and nodded.

In fact, he slept all day today.

He had long forgotten about it.

But it didn't stop him from lying to a child.

"Buzz~Buzz~"

Zhao Han's phone suddenly vibrated.

It was a video request from Yang Xue.

Zhao Han probably guessed it was because of the clothes.

He clicked to connect.

Yang Xue's delicate face was as red as the red clouds in the sky, half angry and half embarrassed.

"Zhao Han! Bastard, why did you buy me such embarrassing clothes!" Yang Xue cursed with a red face.

Zhao Han pretended to be stupid: "What's wrong with the clothes?"

"Pretending to be stupid, okay, I don't know how to wear it anyway, you bought it for nothing." Yang Xue sneered with gritted teeth.

Zhao Han glanced at Xingxing and Guoguo, and decisively walked to the walnut tree and said softly: "Good Xiaoxue, please, wear it for me, please."

A real man can bend and stretch.

Yang Xue blushed and said: "Dream on."

After that, she hung up the video angrily.

Zhao Han sighed, it's over, it was bought in vain.

But he was not discouraged.

Because he knew Yang Xue, at first he kissed Yang Xue and she was too shy to say no, but now?

So, as long as he persuaded her softly, he could break through Yang Xue's bottom line step by step and let her wear it.

"Dad, what's wrong with Aunt Yang? She sounds very angry, eh?" Xingxing walked over and asked.

Zhao Han's face was serious, and he waved his hand disapprovingly: "It's just a temper. I have taught her a lesson, and she has realized her mistake."

After that, he walked into the yard with his hands behind his back.

"But I just saw you begging her."

Xingxing's voice came from behind.

Zhao Han's face froze: "You saw it wrong."

"I didn't." Xingxing said seriously.

Zhao Han was angry: "Damn, I'm your father, I said you saw it wrong, you saw it wrong."

"Dad, you're anxious." Xingxing laughed mercilessly.

A moment later, Xingxing burst into tears.

Zhao Han entered the yard with satisfaction.

"Grandpa, I didn't make any mistakes, but my dad spanked me! Woo woo woo, Grandpa..."

Xingxing ran into the yard crying.

Then, Zhao Han began to flee in a panic.

Zhao Jiang chased after him with a broom.

"Dad! What are you doing? Give me some face in front of the kids! Dad, I was wrong, okay!"

"Son of a bitch! Stand still! Xingxing is not wrong, why are you hitting him? I think you really deserve a beating."

Xingxing stopped crying and stood by and shouted with a smile: "Come on, Grandpa! Catch up with him!"

This scene, the father is kind and the son is filial, is very touching.

"Come on, Dad!" Guoguo is worthy of being Zhao Han's sweet little cotton-padded jacket, always standing on his father's side.

Zhao Jiang is old after all, and he can't catch up with Zhao Han as easily as he did when he was young, and give him a meal of deep fatherly love that is enough to move Zhao Han.

In the evening, the family had dinner in the yard.

Pea stewed pork ribs, boiled beef, pickled radish fried pork liver, braised prawns, black bean chicken, all meat dishes, Xingxing and Guoguo drooled.

Dahuang and the two puppies had already been holding their food bowls, ready to eat, with saliva dripping from their mouths."Let's toast together, Xiao Ba."

"Cheers!"

All the people and animals in the courtyard raised their glasses.

Under the moonlight, harmony and joy were everywhere.

…………………

On the same night.

The Xiaguo branch of the Paradise Charity Foundation published an article criticizing Zhao Han on its official account.

In the article, President Gao Genji said that because of his long-term commitment to charity, there was not much money in the account of the Xiaguo branch, and all of it was donated to charity.

Now there is a group of critically ill patients in urgent need of help.

He tried his best to contact Zhao Han, who had made a lot of money recently, hoping that he could lend a hand to save these poor patients, but he was greatly disappointed.

Zhao Han was not only unwilling to donate, but also spoke ill of him and cursed him, which made him very disappointed.

At the end of the article, Gao Genji said: "I am only 27 years old this year. I am so young and I am passionate about charity. I have met all kinds of people. Mr. Zhao Han's attitude makes me very disappointed."

"You can choose not to lend a hand, you can even sneer, but you shouldn't scold me, let alone question me about the charity I love!"

Finally, he played a recording.

The recording was full of Zhao Han scolding him.

Yes, he also recorded it, and his mobile phone and telephone are always turned on with automatic recording function.

It is to prevent situations that are useful.

The Paradise Charity Foundation has many fans.

As soon as the article was published, it became a hot search.

The comment area was full of people criticizing Zhao Han.

Occasionally, a few rational comments were quickly drowned out by abusive words.

At home, Gao Genji looked through the comments in the comment area and smiled maliciously.

"The Heaven Charity Foundation has been established for decades and has great credibility. You deserve it."

Gao Genji muttered to himself, and then made a phone call: "Two-thirds of the funds raised by the charity fund-raising the day before yesterday were still withheld."

"This, President, I'm afraid it's not appropriate. This is the money raised in the name of those leukemia children. If they can't get treatment..."

The person on the other end of the phone was a little hesitant.

"So what if they can't get treatment? You can only blame them for their bad luck. A bunch of short-lived ghosts. It's a waste to spend money on them. So let it go."

Gao Genji hung up the phone directly.

He opened the car software and looked at the data of a new Ferrari sports car, ready to buy it.