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Chapter 176 Three Little Greedy Cats

"Wang Zhong!" Seeing that it was Wang Zhong, Qiao Zuwang's eyes stared like copper bells, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he wanted to yell and curse, but he was grabbed by Wang Zhong's neck by Wang Zhong's big hands like iron tongs, just like being grabbed by a chicken, he was shocked at first, Unbelievable, followed by deep fear.

Especially looking at Wang Zhong's cold and emotionless eyes, Qiao Zu felt his back go cold, his breathing became more and more difficult, and his face gradually turned red. Inside those eyes that were as big as copper bells, there was a twinkle, It's unprecedented fear.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Wang Zhong quickly threw Qiao Zuwang back on the bed. When Er Qiang entered the door with Sanli and Simei, what he saw was Wang Zhong standing by the bed with a stern face, and Qiao Zuwang slumped in horror. On the bed, propping up the bed with both hands, as if seeing something extremely frightening.

"What are you doing here?" Wang Zhong turned around and looked at Er Qiang and the two little girls, walked over and drove them out, and closed the door and fastened the bolt from the inside.

Then he turned around and looked at Qiao Zuwang who was propped up on the bed, with a slight smile on his mouth, and walked to the bed eagerly.

The smile fell into Qiao Zuwang's eyes, but it was as terrifying as the evil god of Shura. Qiao Zuwang's heart trembled when he saw it. The feeling of suffocation just now still lingered in his body and mind. Qiao Zuwang looked at Wang Zhong in fear and shock, and couldn't believe that he had picked him up with one hand just now.

"You...what do you...want to do?" Qiao Zuwang subconsciously shrank back as he looked at Wang Zhong who was gearing up for fisting and smiling wickedly.

Wang Zhong grinned and said, "What are you doing?"

"Of course it's for your father, my uncle who died early, and I will teach you a lesson for being unfilial!"

"You..." Before Qiao Zuwang could finish speaking, a big hand like a cattail fan had already covered him. Qiao Zuwang was still about to struggle, but the big hand like a vise first grabbed his ankle, and he was full of enthusiasm. Vigorously pulled him to the window, Qiao Zuwang subconsciously wanted to fight back, but the fist he had just returned was blocked by a palm.

Then the palm turned into a tiger's claw, and it was held on Qiao Zuwang's wrist. The other hand climbed up to his shoulder, and the two hands raised and pulled, only to hear a click.

Qiao Zuwang was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at himself slumped to the side, felt nothing but his right hand, his pupils constricted again, and then there was a scream like a slaughtered pig resounding through the sky.

But this was not over yet, the big palm-like hand pinched Qiao Zuwang's chin, only shook it lightly, and there were two clicks, and the pig-killing cry that resounded through the sky stopped abruptly, and Qiao Zuwang's mouth was only woo whine.

Wang Zhong did the same thing again, removing Qiao Zuwang's other arm, and then his legs.

Qiao Zuwang was laid horizontally on the bed by Wang Zhong, only his neck could move. He turned his head to look at his cousin with a ferocious smile on his face by the window. There were tears of helplessness and fear in Qiao Zuwang's eyes. Deep fear and pleading.

With a sob in his mouth, he let out a miserable cry.

Wang Zhong wiped the back of his waist, took out a skin bag, and spread the skin bag on the bed in front of Qiao Zuwang.

Looking at the row of shining silver needles on the skin pouch, Qiao Zuwang was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something, whimpered desperately, wriggled his body like a caterpillar, turned over and wanted to go to the bed, But Naihe was held down by a big hand, unable to move.

The tears in Qiao Zuwang's eyes flowed out like money, and wanted to plead with Wang Zhong, but he could only whimper and couldn't utter a single word.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. Didn't I just say that I want to teach you a lesson for uncle!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Zhong casually wiped the needle sac, and a long needle about a foot long appeared in his hand.

"Hey hey hey!"

The whimpering in Qiao Zuwang's mouth became more and more urgent.

A few minutes later, Qiao Zuwang, who was full of burly hair, watched Wang Zhong put the silver needles full of himself into the needle bag one by one with satisfaction, grabbed his thigh, pressed and lifted, and there was another soft click, Accompanied by severe pain, the left leg was the first to regain consciousness.

"Don't move!" Wang Zhong grabbed Qiao Zuwang's right leg and said with a smile, "If your hands and feet are not connected because of your movement, and you are really disabled, I will not admit it!"

Qiao Zu's eyes were tearing apart, his heart was completely desperate, tears flowed out, and he couldn't stop it.

Wang Zhong did the same, restoring Qiao Zuwang's limbs and joints one by one. Accompanied by three bursts of severe pain, feeling the limbs gradually regaining consciousness, the tears in Qiao Zuwang's eyes became more and more turbulent.

Wang Zhong finally pinched Qiao Zuwang's chin, and clicked twice to restore it. The movements are as skillful as eating and drinking.

"Okay, stop pretending to be pitiful, get up!"

Wang Zhong glanced at Qiao Zu, then walked to the table beside the bed and sat down. It was where Qiao Zuwang usually drank old wine and ate pork heads.

Qiao Zuwang hugged his legs and curled up on the head of the bed, looking at Wang Zhong in fear, not daring to get up.

"I said, let you get up!" Wang Zhong's voice became a little colder, Qiao Zuwang immediately turned over and got out of bed, and stood behind Wang Zhong with his slippers on.

"From today onwards, let's make an agreement in three chapters!" Wang Zhong said flatly, "From now on, 20% of them will eat at my place, and you will pay [-] yuan for food every month."

"20 yuan, you want my life!" Although Qiao Zuwang was already afraid of Wang Zhong, if he wanted to take money out of his pocket, it would be tantamount to killing him. How could Qiao Zuwang be willing, even if he was afraid, You have to defend yourself too.

"How dare I take your life!" Wang Zhong had a faint smile on his face: "At most, I just come here every morning and evening, so that you can experience the feeling just now, and replace me under the Nine Springs. Uncle, educate and educate you, an unfilial son."

Qiao Zuwang subconsciously staggered back a few steps, looked at Wang Zhong in horror, his face was full of pain, but compared to the feeling that life was worse than death just now, Qiao Zuwang's shoulders sank twice helplessly. inch.

"Can it be less!" Qiao Zuwang still didn't want to give up, trying to bargain with Wang Zhong.

"Okay!" Wang Zhong still had that faint smile on his face, "Then I won't come in the morning, I'll come here every night."

The smile that just appeared on Qiao Zuwang's face froze for an instant, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Twenty is twenty!"

"As for you!" Wang Zhong cast a squinting glance at Qiao Zuwang, and said lightly, "From now on, you can cook by yourself. Of course, you can also ask Yicheng to bring them back from my place. You are an adult, and you eat better than Yicheng." If there are many of them, I don’t ask for more every month, just give seven yuan.”

Qiao Zuwang didn't respond, obviously he was reluctant to spend this unjustly money, with this money, he would drink old wine quietly and eat pork head meat by himself.

Wang Zhong immediately said: "There is one more thing, I remember my cousin's dowry, there is a jade bracelet!"

Qiao Zuwang took a few steps back subconsciously, and looked at Wang Zhong vigilantly: "That's Shuying's dowry, don't even think about that jade bracelet."

Wang Zhongdao: "At the beginning, the pension that my Yuhong Machinery Factory gave my parents was 1000 yuan! Of course, all these years, I lived and boarded at your house, and it must cost money. My cousin refused to accept it, but I can't not give it."

"Just like Yicheng and them, calculated at five yuan a month, from the age of eight to my cousin's death last year, there were almost seven years. Let's round it up. Calculated in seven years, 84 months, then That's 420 yuan."

"Your cousin and I have taken care of you for so many years!" Qiao Zuwang whispered.

Wang Zhongdao: "My cousin took care of me all these years, and it really took a lot of thought. I don't care how much you want, you give me 200 yuan, plus the bracelet left by my cousin, and the pension thing is over like this gone."

"200 yuan?" Qiao Zuwang's eyes widened, his voice raised by more than ten decibels, and he immediately shook his head: "No, no, you are killing me!"

Wang Zhong stood up and geared up again: "It seems that the experience just now was not deep enough, so I should let you experience it again."

Qiao Zuwang stepped back again and again, looking at Wang Zhong in horror. He didn't want to go through the experience just now again in this life.

"Give it to you!"

"I'll just give it to you!"

Seeing that Wang Zhongna had lost his smile and gradually turned into a cold face, Qiao Zuwang hurriedly compromised.

"You go out first!" Qiao Zuwang just turned around, suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong turned around and went to the door, picked up the bolt, and opened the door. The three Xiaodouding who were lying on the door and peeping at the room almost didn't fall.

"Uncle, we didn't take a peek!" The second strongest was the first to not call himself.

This kid is 11 years old, and his IQ is a bit worrying!
"That's right! We're here to play!" Simei hurriedly added, and Sanli was so guilty that she didn't dare to look at Wang Zhong and lowered her head.

Wang Zhong smiled slightly, and said softly: "Go to the kitchen and call your eldest brother, and go to my house for breakfast!"

"Little uncle, are we eating bacon?" Simei's eyes lit up, and she swallowed subconsciously.

Er Qiang's eyes lit up, and he turned around and ran, rushing into the kitchen without looking back, "I'll call Big Brother!"

After a while, Yicheng, who was also thin, was pulled out of the kitchen by Er Qiang, and Yicheng was still a little reluctant: "My porridge is almost ready, why did you pull me out?"

"Leave a bowl for your dad, and move the rest to my house. From now on, you will eat three meals a day at my house!" Wang Zhong said softly, rubbing his [-]% head.

"You don't need it, uncle, I can cook!" The mother's early death and the father's selfishness and laziness have formed a strong, sensitive and self-respecting personality.

"Okay, why bother with my uncle!" Wang Zhong said with a smile, "Besides, it's not that your father doesn't pay your living expenses."

The reason why Wang Zhong asked Yicheng and the others to eat with him at home in the future was because they were too thin and small. If they followed Qiao Zuwang, most of the good things would go into Qiao Zuwang's stomach, and some of them would go into the four brothers and sisters. Stomach, it was Qiao Zuwang's kindness.

As Sister Wu said, Qiao Zuwang has the money to drink old wine and eat pork head meat, but has no money to nourish the children.

Yicheng was still hesitating, but Qiao Zuwang had already walked out with a small red cloth bag and a wad of cash.

"promise!"

Walking in front of Wang Zhong, Qiao Zuwang reluctantly handed the red cloth bag and the bundle of cash to Wang Zhong.

"Be careful!" Qiao Zuwang kept his eyes on the red cloth bag, "Don't drop it!"

It was Wei Shuying's dowry, and it was worth a lot of money. If it fell, everything would be over. Giving this thing to Wang Zhong, Qiao Zuwang's heart was bleeding, but if he didn't give it, he remembered the painful experience just now , Qiao Zuwang subconsciously shivered, and quickly looked away.

"Yicheng, you take your schoolbag, go to my house to have breakfast, and go to school after eating, I will bring Sanli and Simei back later."

Yicheng is already in the first grade of middle school, and the second is only in the third grade of elementary school. Sanli will also start school after this summer vacation.

Wang Zhong put things into the satchel, actually put them into the space.

"Uncle, my porridge is almost done, don't eat it and waste it!" Yicheng said with some pain.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "It's okay, the second strong will eat when they are hungry during the day!"

"Aren't you going to take the final exam soon? I steamed some bacon and sausages to nourish your body."

Yicheng was still a little hesitant, Wang Zhong went on to say: "Okay, it's still polite to my uncle!"

Looking up at his uncle who was half a head taller than his father, Yicheng felt warm in his heart and nodded in response.

"Bacon and sausage?" Qiao Zuwang turned around and subconsciously stopped the steps he had just taken. He turned to look at Wang Zhong. He was about to say something, but Wang Zhong's gaze swept him away and he hurried into the room. He is real. Scared.

"I want to eat bacon! I want to eat sausage!" Simei hurriedly took Wang Zhong's hand and said with a look of hope.

"I want to eat too!" Er Qiang also looked at Wang Zhong expectantly, swallowing subconsciously.

Although Sanli didn't speak, she also raised her head and looked at Wang Zhong expectantly.

Yicheng went into the room and took out his schoolbag. He said it was a schoolbag, but it was actually a green canvas satchel with the same style as Wang Zhong, with Yicheng's books and homework in it.

Yicheng explained to Qiao Zuwang a few times, saying that the porridge was almost ready, and asked him to watch the fire by himself.

Qiao Zu hoped that Wang Zhong, the evil star, would leave sooner, so he hurriedly agreed to let them leave quickly, but he himself hid in the room and did not dare to come out.
"Let's go!"

"Let's go! I'm going to my uncle's house to eat bacon!" Simei was very happy, and Sanli and Erqiang also had smiles on their faces.

Passing by Sister Wu's house, it was still a busy scene. The tables, chairs and benches in the courtyard were all set up, and the neighbors also arrived one after another.

Sister Wu and several neighbors stood at the door, watching Wang Zhong leading the four children out of Qiao's courtyard, and asked curiously: "Yicheng, why is your family screaming like goose this early in the morning?" called?"

A neighbor elder sister couldn't help but asked curiously: "It seems to be Yicheng's father's voice just now, right?"

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Yicheng's father accidentally fell when he just got up, and the pain was unbearable."

"Is Yicheng his father okay?" Sister Wu asked.

"It's okay, I just fell for a while, and I'll be fine after a while!"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Sister Wu and the elder sisters of the neighbors continued to work, and Wang Zhong led the fourth child home.

The narrow alley twisted and twisted, and it was a bit cramped. It took less than 2 minutes to arrive at the door of Wang Zhong's house.

As soon as he entered the door, Er Qiang couldn't help closing his eyes, and sniffed twice, then his face showed joy, swallowed, and said, "It smells so good!"

"Two strong, three beautiful and four beautiful, you go to the main room and sit for a while, and Yicheng will follow me into the kitchen and help me get the bowl."

That's what it said, but none of the three young ones entered the house, Wang Zhong entered the kitchen, and the three young ones followed closely behind.

Seeing that the three little ones stretched their necks and raised their toes to look into the pot.

Looking at this scene, Wang Zhong felt inexplicably sad in his heart. Coupled with the memories implanted by the system, he was naturally close to these children, and his sympathy inevitably overflowed uncontrollably.

Instead of insisting on letting the three little ones into the living room, Wang Zhong asked Yicheng to go to the cupboard to get the bowls, while he picked up the spatula himself, and moved the cloth strip sealed in the gap between the wooden pot cover and the iron pot to the pot cover. Then, when the lid of the pot was lifted, a burst of thick, smoky white steam gushed out of the pot, accompanied by the rich aroma of rice, wrapped in the unique salty aroma of bacon and sausage, instantly filling the entire kitchen.

The three little guys standing beside the pot and stove are holding on to the edge of the stove, standing on tiptoes, staring at the iron pot with bright eyes, the smallest Simei can't see the stove even on tiptoes But this didn't prevent her from looking into the pot with bouncing bouncing.

When the white steam dissipated, a row of thickly sliced ​​bacon and sausages were neatly arranged next to each other in a circle. The rice grains that should have been white were wrapped in fat from the fat bacon and sausages. A layer of crystal clear coat.

"Uncle, is the bacon cooked?" Er forced to ask impatiently.

A half-baby, eating too much for me, the nine-year-old Er Qiang is at the age of growth, and the food at home is not very oily, so he is basically hungry most of the time all day long.

"It's done!" Wang Zhong had a spring-like smile on his face, and his voice was very soft. While speaking, Wang Zhong had already picked up a plate, and used chopsticks and a spatula to pick up the bacon and sausage first. Then use a spatula to quickly turn and stir, so that the fat exuded from the bacon and sausage is evenly distributed among the rice.

Immediately, four bowls of rice were served, and each bowl was covered with three slices of bacon and three slices of sausage.

"Er Qiang, there are chopsticks and spoons in the cabinet,"

Looking at the three impatient little guys, Wang Zhong said with a smile.

As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, Er Qiang had already arrived at the front of the cabinet, and took out chopsticks and two white porcelain spoons from the wooden chopsticks basket.

In the living room, Er Qiang was sitting on one side, San Li and Simi were sitting on a bench, and a steaming bowl of bacon and sausage was placed in front of each of them.

Seeing the four brothers and sisters staring at him eagerly, Wang Zhong glanced at him and said with a smile, "Okay, don't just sit still, hurry up and eat!"

"Uncle, I'll help you serve dinner!" As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhong grabbed his shoulders and sat down on the stool.

"Okay, you still have to go to school, eat quickly, go out early after eating, don't be late!"

Erqiang, Sanli, and Simei can't wait to start.

Sanli and Simei held spoons, and Erqiang held chopsticks. The three of them all chose to eat the bacon first, because the fat bacon was more tempting to the three of them than sausages.

Three pieces of bacon and three pieces of sausage were stuffed into the mouth by Er Qiang, and the cheeks were squeezed and swollen. This child is almost crazy about meat.

"Second Qiang, eat slowly!" Wang Zhong frowned before he could speak.

"Yicheng is right, eat slowly, don't choke."

Saying that, Wang Zhong turned around and went out. Not long after, he saw Wang Zhong walking in with a deep bowl as big as his head, the plate of sliced ​​bacon and sausages.

The bacon and sausages were placed in the middle of the table by Wang Zhong, which immediately attracted the eyes of the four little ones.

Seeing that there was no bacon or sausage in Wang Zhong's full bowl, Yicheng frowned slightly: "Uncle, why don't you eat bacon and sausage?"

Wang Zhong said: "Eat, why not eat, everyone eat together!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of sausage, bit off half of it in one bite, and took a big mouthful of rice.

After a while, Er Qiang stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of bacon.

After a while, another piece was caught.

When Er Qiang was about to pick up the third piece, the frowning Yicheng pushed Er Qiang's chopsticks away with his chopsticks.

"I just know how to eat. Didn't I eat much without seeing my uncle?"

Er Qiang immediately withdrew his hand and buried his head in picking the rice in the bowl.

Wang Zhong picked up two slices of bacon and put them in the Simei bowl. He picked up two slices of sausage and gave them to Sanli, and gave Yicheng a piece of bacon and a piece of sausage. There were only two pieces of bacon and two pieces of sausage left.

"You have always eaten lightly, so you can't eat too much now."

"Uncle, you eat too." Yicheng gave Wang Zhong the remaining bacon and sausage, and was about to give Wang Zhong the two slices that Wang Zhong had put in his own bowl, but was stopped by Wang Zhong .

"Okay, that's enough for me to eat. You guys are growing up now, and your nutrition should be as good as last time."

"Although these cured meats are also meat, their nutritional value is not high. Waiting for tomorrow morning, my uncle will make tea eggs for you."

"I made an agreement with your father, from now on, you will eat three meals a day at my place."

"Yeah!" Simei raised her hands in celebration, her delicate face was full of smiles.

"Uncle, the rice you cook is the best!" Er Qiang said to Wang Zhong with a smile, with a mouthful of rice still in his mouth, and his speech was a bit slurred.

"Eat slowly, it's not just this meal, you can eat it every day in the future, no one will compete with you."

"Thank you, uncle!" Although Sanli is young, she is much more sensible than the second strong.

"Thank you uncle!" Yicheng hurriedly reminded Er Qiang and Si Mei who were still dumbfounded and only knew how to put rice in their mouths.

"Thank you uncle!"

"You're welcome with me!" Wang Zhong said with a smile, "This is dry rice. Today, each person can only have one bowl at most. Don't eat too much, lest your stomachs can't bear it!"

Children's stomachs are not comparable to those of adults, especially Sanli and Simei, one is six years old and the other is only four years old. They are small and thin, and they are malnourished.

Wang Zhong turned his head to Yicheng again and said, "Yicheng, from now on you will come home to eat after school at noon. I will make the meal in the morning, and you will warm it up before serving it to Erqiang and the others."

"I know, uncle!" Yicheng nodded solemnly.

It was clearly just the most common bacon and sausages, but the children seemed to be eating some rare delicacies from mountains and seas.

Qiao Zuwang's father is usually old wine and pork head meat, but the children are all skinny and small. It is rare to touch meat once a year, and occasionally he may be able to pick up some leftover meat from Qiao Zuwang.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhong felt that his body was a little itchy, and his hands were a little itchy with nowhere to put them.

(End of this chapter)