Chapter 32

Otherwise.

Wan Ping'an would definitely be arrested and might even eat a peanut (bullet).

"Old Dog Yi, catch the arrow!"

Wan Ping'an turned around and let go!

Whoosh!

Yi Zhonghai felt a chill in his crotch.

He looked down, his legs went weak, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The pants at his crotch had been shot through by Wan Ping'an's arrow; no wonder he felt a chill down there. ===== CHAPTER 71 =====

Dragon 71

Flying 72

Deer 9

As Yi Zhonghai sat on the ground, some liquid seeped out from his pants, flowing out from the hole shot through by the arrow.

"Yi Zhonghai, what is that?"

"You're such a grown man, not a three-year-old child, how can you still soil your pants?"

Wan Ping'an mocked him coldly.

Boom!

The scene was in an uproar.

Yi Zhonghai had been scared into soiling his pants by Wan Ping'an's arrow!

"You, you..."

Yi Zhonghai was both ashamed and angry, trembling and unable to speak.

He remembered the feeling just now; when the arrow shot through his crotch, he clearly felt the arrow shaft touch his testicles.

If it had been just a little bit higher, his testicles wouldn't have been saved.

It was too dangerous!

"What 'you'?"

"What kind of thing are you?"

"Next time, watch your mouth; if you dare to mention my parents again, the next arrow will castrate you directly!"

Wan Ping'an warned.

Yi Zhonghai hadn't been the First Uncle for long.

At the steel rolling mill, he was only a sixth-level worker.

His prestige hadn't been established yet.

Few people wanted to help Yi Zhonghai when Wan Ping'an dealt with him, and even if someone wanted to help, seeing the bow in Wan Ping'an's hand, they all shrank back.

"The pheasants and wild rabbits were all hunted by me in the deep mountains and forests at the risk of my life; why should I share them with Jia Zhang?"

"Just because of your stinking mouth?"

"Next time you dare to say that, I'll go directly to your house to take things; you're the First Uncle, things you can do, you should be able to do even more."

Wan Ping'an continued to lecture Yi Zhonghai.

Xu Damao's eyes lit up.

Good idea!

"If we're going to share, it should definitely be the First Uncle Yi Zhonghai leading the way, sharing his own family's things; don't you all agree?"

Wan Ping'an asked the crowd.

Many people responded.

Cold sweat broke out on Yi Zhonghai.

He wanted Wan Ping'an to share the game, not to share his own things.

Jia Zhang stared at Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai was a sixth-level fitter, his salary was much higher than Jia Gen's; Yi Zhonghai's house must have a lot of good food.

"Our stool is broken, let's go to the First Uncle's house and ask him to carry forward the spirit and share a stool with our family, how about that?"

"And our family, this morning, the bowl was smashed by my eldest grandson, I was just preparing to buy one, now there's no need, I'll ask the First Uncle to share."

"My son's clothes are washed to rags, they can't even be patched, I want the First Uncle to share some cotton cloth with our family."

Under Wan Ping'an's suggestion, everyone set their sights on Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai was drenched in cold sweat.

Oh no!

The Deaf Old Lady frowned as she watched Wan Ping'an.

Yi Zhonghai was in a crisis!

She and Yi Zhonghai had reached an agreement: she would help Yi Zhonghai with strategies and secretly support him, and Yi Zhonghai and his wife would be responsible for her old age.

Yi Zhonghai was in trouble, and she was on the scene, how could she not help?

But for a moment, the Deaf Old Lady couldn't think of a way.

By the sixties, Yi Zhonghai had successfully molded her into the old ancestor of the yard, respected by all, feared by all, and listened to by all.

Now.

She didn't have that much deterrent power yet.

The Deaf Old Lady had a headache.

What to do?

What to do?

What to do?

Her mind was full of question marks, and there wasn't a single answer.

"Cough, cough, Ping'an, you misunderstood my meaning."

"I didn't mean that everything can be shared; I meant that what you can't use, what is surplus, you should share with others if you don't need it."

"Look at you, seven chickens, eight rabbits, you definitely can't eat them all by yourself, it's just right to share with others."

Yi Zhonghai was also a smart man, otherwise he wouldn't have become an eighth-level worker a few years later.

The Deaf Old Lady let out a long breath.

Yi Zhonghai was still quite capable.

"The First Uncle is right."

"Wan Ping'an, you have seven pheasants and eight wild rabbits, you should share them with the neighbors; I support the First Uncle, I look down on Wan Ping'an."

Shazhu stood out.

Clearly supporting Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai nodded slightly with satisfaction; the effort he put into Shazhu hadn't been in vain.

"Get out, what does this have to do with you?"

"Don't look for a beating!"

Wan Ping'an looked down on Shazhu, the future big sucker.

A guy with lust but no guts.

His obsession with Qin Huairu wasn't the mistake; the mistake was his neglect of He Yushui, and the mistake was that he never managed to win over Qin Huairu.

If it hadn't been for the Deaf Old Lady helping him and letting Lou Xiaoe give birth to a child for him, he would definitely have ended up without descendants just like Yi Zhonghai.

"Yi Zhonghai, you said that what is surplus and what can't be used should be shared with others, right?"

"You are a sixth-level fitter, your basic monthly salary is seventy-six, plus allowances and subsidies, you get at least eighty yuan every month."

"There are only two people in your family, even if you eat meat every day, you can't eat half of it; at least forty yuan is surplus."

"According to your words, share it out!"

"Does everyone agree?"

Wan Ping'an used his own methods to treat him.

Agree!

The crowd's response was exceptionally loud.

Jia Zhang also followed along and shouted loudly. ===== CHAPTER 72 =====