Chapter 9

Wan Ping'an opened the doors and windows.

Continued to poison, the beer duck fragrance in the courtyard became stronger.

Ow!

In the Liu Haizhong family in the back courtyard, bursts of screams came.

"Haha, Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu were beaten again."

"Liu Haizhong, this old bastard, must have had a grudge against his two sons in his previous life; his sons, really ruthless, really beat them to death."

"No wonder when he is old and can't move, no son will support him."

"Family affection was beaten away, the sons don't treat him as a father, so what support will they give him?"

Wan Ping'an sneered.

Picked up a piece of stir-fried duck egg, really fragrant!

Drank another mouthful of wine!

Refreshing!

Wan Ping'an sighed, this is life!

"Why is Wan Ping'an so unperceptive?"

"If he sent me some meat to eat, when I have something to do, can I not speak for him?"

"He deserves to be isolated!"

Liu Haizhong carried a leather belt.

The leather belt was still stained with blood.

Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu, the two brothers, were shivering beside him, fearing that Liu Haizhong would be in a high mood, and after beating them, would beat them again.

"Wan Ping'an, this little rabbit, is too tormenting."

"He eats meat every day, but doesn't know how to honor me."

"Find a chance to educate him."

Deaf Granny next door to Wan Ping'an was hungry.

She knocked on the ground twice with her cane, her eyes gloomy, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, ready to take a black hand at any time.

Jia family.

"Fragrant, too fragrant!"

"Wan Ping'an ate meat the day before yesterday, ate meat yesterday, ate meat today, and will definitely eat meat tomorrow."

"Why can he eat meat every day?"

Jia Zhang walked back and forth in the house, restless.

Jia Dongxu and Jia Dongxu shrank honestly in the corner, not daring to breathe, fearing that they would be noticed by Jia Zhang.

"What are you two doing hiding in the corner?"

"Come here, come to my side."

Jia Zhang realized belatedly that her husband, Jia Gen, and her son, Jia Dong, were both hiding in the corner, which made her so angry she didn't know where to vent.

"The duck Wan Ping'an made is too fragrant; even He Great Qing couldn't make it taste like that."

"Old Jia, I want to eat duck too."

Jia Zhang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stared at Jia Gen.

"Fine, if you want to eat it, then eat it."

"Give me the money, and I'll go buy it for you right now."

Jia Gen nodded.

In the Jia family, Jia Zhang was the one who called the shots; she ate whatever she wanted and drank whatever she wanted.

"What money?"

"Buy what buy?"

"That little beast Wan Ping'an has already made it, so we can just take it; why would we need to buy it?"

Jia Zhang covered her pocket where the money was kept with her hand.

"Take Wan Ping'an's duck?"

Jia Gen glanced at Jia Dong.

Jia Dong also glanced at Jia Gen.

The father and son stared at each other with wide eyes.

The Jia family and the Wan family were enemies; unless Wan Ping'an was sick or had lost his mind.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even give the Jia family a single duck feather.

"Yes, just take it."

"Dong, you go and bring back the duck Wan Ping'an made."

Jia Zhang ordered.

"Mom, isn't that a bit bad?"

Jia Dong didn't want to go.

Wan Ping'an would never give it to him; was he supposed to go and humiliate himself?

"What's bad about it?"

"Why aren't you going yet?"

Jia Zhang glared at Jia Dong; in the Jia family, who dared to disobey her orders?

Did he want to rebel?

"Here, take this bowl and go."

Jia Zhang found a large bowl, which was basically a small basin; even if it couldn't hold a whole duck, it could definitely hold more than half of one.

Jia Dong had no choice and was kicked out the door by Jia Zhang.

The backyard.

Wan Ping'an was eating duck meat and drinking wine, eating very comfortably.

"Hey, why are you standing at my door?"

"Are you greedy?"

"Want to smell the scent?"

"Fine, I'll allow it. You stand at the door, I'll eat the meat, and you smell the scent. I guarantee you'll be able to smell the freshest, first-hand meat scent."

Wan Ping'an mocked him with cold sarcasm.

His voice was very loud.

More than half of the people in the backyard heard it.

Even the people in the middle courtyard might have been able to hear it.

The front courtyard was a bit too far, so they probably couldn't hear it.

Boom!

Jia Dong's face turned into a piece of red cloth instantly.

It was too shameful!

He was greedy too, and he really wanted to eat duck meat, but he absolutely did not want to come begging for meat.

Helpless.

Jia Zhang was the head of the Jia family.

He only had the duty to execute Jia Zhang's orders; he didn't dare to resist, otherwise, Jia Zhang would make such a scene that she wouldn't let him sleep for three days.

"Wan Ping'an, give me some of the duck meat."

Jia Dong took out the bowl from behind his back.

He wasn't a beggar, and his skin wasn't that thick; when he asked for the duck meat, his voice was very low, and no one could hear it clearly except for himself.

"What did you say?"

Wan Ping'an hadn't heard clearly either.

"I said, give me some of the duck meat."

Jia Dong gritted his teeth and raised his volume a bit.

Wan Ping'an heard him clearly.

Stunned!

Before he transmigrated, he had read quite a few fanfictions about the Sihe Academy, and it was always Qin Huai who had to go out and beg for meat; how did it change to Jia Dong?

Could this be a tradition of the Jia family?

Or was it a skill developed by Jia Zhang?

"Jia Dong, have you ever seen a beggar begging for food?"

"You want to eat meat? No problem, I'll give it to you, but first say a few nice things and call me Grandpa."

Wan Ping'an laughed.

"You take me for a beggar?"

Jia Dong glared at Wan Ping'an.

"Aren't you a beggar?"

"I'm eating meat, and you come with a bowl to beg for meat; if you're not a beggar, then what are you?"

Wan Ping'an asked back coldly.

"I'm not a beggar, I just came to ask for some meat to eat."

Jia Dong clenched his fists and glared at Wan Ping'an, his eyes almost spitting fire.

"We are not related, I'm eating meat, and you come to beg for it; that makes you a beggar!"

"You are a beggar!"

Wan Ping'an emphasized again.

"I'm not a beggar; if you dare call me a beggar again, I won't be polite to you."

Jia Dong pointed his finger at Wan Ping'an.

"You came to beg for meat, so you are a beggar."

Wan Ping'an provoked him on purpose.

His voice was very loud, and the entire backyard could hear it.

Some people even walked out of their homes to come and watch the excitement.

"You still dare to say it?"

"Watch me beat you to death."

Being called a beggar again and again, Jia Dong's eyes turned red.

Coming to beg for meat was already shameful enough, and being humiliated repeatedly, he finally flew into a rage, his anger exploding, and he lunged at Wan Ping'an with the bowl.

Bang!

Wan Ping'an kicked out.

Jia Dong flew backward into the courtyard.

"Look, they're fighting."

"Great, I haven't seen any excitement for days."

"Haha, this is really hilarious, Jia Dong is actually begging for food with a bowl."

Seven or eight people from the backyard gathered around.

Pointing at Jia Dong on the ground, they were all very excited.

Entertainment in the fifties was too scarce.

Chatting, gossiping, and watching fights were the most common forms of entertainment.

When there was excitement to watch, many people would rather not eat or sleep than miss it.

"Wan Ping'an, I'll fight you to the death."

Being watched by everyone and humiliated in public, Jia Dong was even more furious.

He threw the bowl in his hand at Wan Ping'an.

Wan Ping'an stepped aside.

The bowl hit the wall and shattered!

"With your thin little frame, you still want to fight me to the death?"

"Come on, don't say I didn't give you a chance."

Wan Ping'an beckoned with contempt.

Jia Dong lunged forward.

When he was kicked by Wan Ping'an earlier, he had already realized that he couldn't beat Wan Ping'an.

But with so many people watching, if he ran away, he would definitely be laughed at, called a coward and a loser, and he wouldn't have the face to see anyone in the future.

He would rather get beaten than run away!

Bang!

As soon as Jia Dong rushed up, he was kicked flying again.

He clutched his stomach, his face deathly pale!

More and more people arrived.

At first, it was just people from the backyard, then the middle courtyard, and later, even people from the front courtyard came to watch the excitement and see Jia Dong getting beaten.

"It used to be the Jia family bullying Wan Ping'an, why is it the other way around today?"

"It must be a rebound after hitting rock bottom; Wan Ping'an was bullied too miserably, he woke up, started fighting back, and the Jia family is no match for him."

"Look at Jia Dong, his face is pale, how miserable!"

"I think he deserves it; he used to bully Wan Ping'an, and now Wan Ping'an is hitting back, it's just tit for tat!"

"Fight, let's see who can beat whom to death!"

Those watching the excitement were only afraid that things wouldn't be big enough.

They kept fanning the flames.

"These bastards, why isn't anyone coming to break up the fight?"

"I can't beat Wan Ping'an, and I can't run away, it's too shameful; if no one comes to break it up, won't I have to keep getting beaten?"

"Should I just pretend to be knocked out?"

Jia Dong was very anxious.

"Stop!"

"We're all in the same courtyard, why are you fighting?"

A male voice came.

A middle-aged man with a square face walked in.

His appearance was honest and sincere, but his eyes revealed a hint of craftiness.

Yi Zhonghai makes his entrance!