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There was no other way, Zhao Rui could only carry the cock that his grandmother raised and the hen gave birth to chicks.

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

He was afraid that if the chicken was pecked down again, 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 meat on a bamboo board.

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

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat."

Zhao Rui conceded defeat, but Zhao Weidong didn't hold on.

So, Zhao Gugu became the victorious fighting chicken among the six chickens, and it didn't want to let go of the cock that pecked its buttocks.

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 him heard it, there was a sound of admiration in their mouths.

In an era when people couldn't 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 of the Zhao family is so good-looking.

So fat, I want to eat.

Zhao Gugu, who was being coaxed by Zhao Weidong with his flesh, felt a chill down his spine for some reason. He was finishing his feathers and stopped suddenly, and his small black eyes rolled.

"Dad, let me hold it." Xiao Zhaoyou stretched out his hand.

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

He patted Xiao Zhaoyou on the shoulder, and the brothers said nicely, "Let's go, let's go home, your mother is coming 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 pull 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 has no 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 hug 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, those who go there are lazy people, gangsters, hooligans or some people who are addicted to gambling.

Zhou Weidong's heart was itchy, and his hands were 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 didn't 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 Zhao You, who was holding a small comb to comb Zhao Gugu's hair: "Son, shall we go?"

Xiao Zhaoyou's eyes lit up: "Go!"

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