Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 447

But building a school is not an easy task. Not to mention where to find teachers, even the money to build a house is a lot of money.

If you want the villagers to come out, you don't even think about it.

Not to mention that the villagers have no money, even if they have spare money, they may not be willing to use it to build a school.

Fu Bao's proposal just solved his big problem.

Fubao is indeed the lucky star of their hometown!

He couldn't help looking at Mr. Huo expectantly.

Mr. Huo was taken aback for a moment, then scratched Fu Bao's little nose, pretending to be angry and said: "You bad boy, your talent is only a little bit big, but your mind is like a sieve. The purpose of talking about dragon meat is to give Huo Did grandpa set the trap? Just for grandpa Huo to pay for the school in your village?"

Fu Bao chewed the meat, and asked charmingly: "Would Grandpa Huo be willing to do this?"

"I am willing, I am willing, I am so willing! How could Grandpa Huo not be willing to help the children in the village do good deeds?" Mr. Huo said with a smile: "Okay, since Fubao has spoken, I will pay for the construction of the school I will give 2000 yuan to the village committee in a while, and you will use it first, and if it is not enough, then tell me."

Lao Zhuang was overjoyed: "Enough is enough, one thousand is enough, you don't need that much."

"Let's save the extra money and add some books and pens to the children. Anyway, if I don't use up the 2000 yuan, Fubao won't be happy, right? I can see it, you villain Jing, just to get revenge on Grandpa Huo for letting your Brother Ying spend money."

Fu Bao grinned and didn't speak.

Mr. Huo stretched out his hand to scratch Fu Bao's little nose again.

Mo Junying hurriedly moved Fu Bao away, she didn't pay attention just now, but this time, Mr. Huo couldn't let Mr. Huo get his way.

Mr. Huo took a moment to stare at Mo Junying: "Stinky boy, Fubao belongs to everyone, not yours, why don't you let me touch it?"

Mo Junying ignored him, and directly changed positions with Fu Bao, away from Mr. Huo.

Mr. Huo was furious, blowing his beard and staring.

Turning her head and cursing at Huo Yuting, who was eating meat fiercely: "Eat, eat, eat, others are also teenagers, and you are also a teenager. Others know how to protect the person they want to protect, you just know how to eat, and you don't know how to protect your grandfather at all!"

Huo Yuting reluctantly picked up the chopsticks, picked up the last piece of tiger meat and put it in Mr. Huo's bowl: "Grandpa, eat, I honor you, don't say I don't protect you anymore."

"That's about the same." A smile appeared on Mr. Huo's lips, and he said to Mr. Wu: "Oh, there is nothing you can do about your grandson's filial piety. Mr. Wu, you should give birth to a son soon, and maybe you can eat your grandson's sandwiches in your lifetime." What about the dishes?"

Old Man Wu's face darkened, and he glared at Wu Jin viciously. If it wasn't for this stinky boy who refuses to get married regardless of age, would he be made fun of by Old Man Huo?
Wu Jin lowered his head with a guilty conscience, ate his meat in suspense, and ignored Mr. Wu at all.

Mr. Wu's eyes fell on the tiger meat in Mr. Huo's bowl again, and when he saw the meat clearly, he was immediately amused: "Oh, Mr. Huo, I can't see it, you are still so old-fashioned. , do you still want to have a son who is younger than your grandson?"

Mr. Huo lowered his head to take a closer look, and slapped Huo Yuting on the back of the head: "You stupid boy, you fucking eat tiger penis for me? Eat it yourself!"

As he spoke, he threw the tiger whip into Huo Yuting's bowl angrily.

Huo Yuting was dumbfounded looking at the tiger penis in the bowl.

Is this my grandfather?
Let him, a nine-year-old child, eat tiger penis?
(End of this chapter)