Need for Uncle

Chapter 156

Chapter 150 Fifth, Carrying Out the Scoundrel to the End 【Part [-]】

Those drawings! ?
It is no exaggeration to say that Ma Xiaoshuai's achievements in the night battle last night, those blueprints that have shocked everyone, as long as they are promoted and put into action, will be enough to benefit everyone in the Murong Kingdom in the next few years. If the strength is good enough, it is very likely that the comprehensive national strength of Murong Kingdom will be pushed to a new height in the next 20 years...

You know, this room full of blueprints condenses many advanced things of the [-]st century. Among them, the scientific planting methods in agriculture, whether it is the cultivation and planting methods of miscellaneous grains or rice and wheat systems, are the most scientific and feasible. Improving the yield per mu is not a problem at all, but in terms of military industry, advanced forging steel process, design sketches of several giant cold weapons, etc. It is enough to attract the attention of the court, because these things are of great significance in their respective fields.

But having said that, in the eyes of others, these good things that can add to the ranks of officials are nothing in the eyes of Ma Xiaoshuai.

One night's work is just a waste of energy, and there is really nothing to be excited about.

It's true to think so, but if he doesn't care, it doesn't mean that others don't care. There are many people who really regard treasures, Murong Junhua, and Mr. Qian are among them. They are very happy and very concerned about the birth of such a good craftsmanship. Ma Xiaoshuai, who didn't want to make them feel better the most, and hated them to the bone, decided to start from here, let their hopes be dashed, give them a little blow, and let them taste what it's like to be tricked!

……

In the study, Ma Xiaoshuai, who was a little drunk, stared at the large blueprint in front of him with his cloudy eyes, and poured it into his mouth with a bottle.

Heart carefree, carefree very!
Heh heh, I finally found a way to make some old guys hurt, so refreshing.

Couldn't help laughing three times, stood up abruptly, brought a prepared jar of wine, stumbled and gathered all the blueprints together, made a thick pile, then opened the wine jar, and poured out all the fruits of his night's labor It was drenched, jumped on it and kneaded it until it turned into piles of mud and foam. I didn't feel bad at all. Compared to making a few old guys feel uncomfortable, losing such a little thing is nothing.

Quietly left the study room, leaving a gap in the door...

I can imagine the expressions of the guys who got the news tomorrow, haha, cool, so cool!
He sniggered a few more times, stumbled to the yard, took a sip of wine, and after a full belch, fell straight down.

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Early the next morning, the Xiangguo Mansion was in chaos, because, because the legendary uncle who was wise and mighty...had lost his memory!

According to reliable sources, this son-in-law who was recently promoted, after a night of exhaustion from work, endured the exhaustion and tenaciously received a group of hateful guests the next day, until late at night to send everyone away, and finally fell ill in a cold room due to lack of energy. In the garden, when the eldest lady and a group of servants found him in the middle of the night, my uncle had already fallen into a severe coma. After being carried back to his room, he didn't wake up until the next morning, and...

"Amnesia?" Dongfang Mu was shocked when he got the news early in the morning, and hurried to the backyard to visit Ma Xiaoshuai who couldn't get out of bed.

"Well, I lost my memory." Xueyu nodded aside.

"Telford, Telford, remember me?"

"Remember!"

"who am I?"

"My wife's grandfather."

"Ah?" Dongfang Mu was taken aback, pointing at Xueyu and said, "What about her?"

"Xueyu!" Ma Xiaoshuai smiled happily, "It's my wife."

"Uh..." Dongfang Mu trembled, looked at Xueyu, and asked in confusion, "Didn't you say you lost your memory? How do you know people?"

"It's this..." Dongfang Xueyu put on an embarrassing expression on her face, snapped her fingers, and replied as if recalling: "This disease is called, it's called... it's called the free fall of the adrenal glands and it causes..." He looked at Ma Xiaoshuai with a gloomy face, blinked his eyes and said again: "Cause of male hormone imbalance and pituitary gland...The temporary sudden death of the pituitary gland caused an irreversible self-healing disorder..."

Dongfang Mu blinked and asked stupidly, "What?"

Dongfang Xueyu stomped her feet angrily as if all her previous efforts had been lost, and then snapped her fingers, "The adrenal glands are in free fall..."

Dongfang Mu pulled his good granddaughter, but don't torture him into a lunatic, "Don't worry about this first, just say how he lost his memory."

"Hey! Grandpa, how will I live for the rest of my life?" Dongfang Xueyu suddenly jumped onto the bed, held Ma Xiaoshuai's face in her hands and looked at it for a while, tears flowed down, pattering down. Feeling helpless, he felt distressed, "My husband, my husband suddenly lost his memory. Yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday, I don't remember anything about these three days. Huh... what a poor husband."

"Why don't you just remember these three days?" Dongfang Mu didn't quite understand, and asked stupidly.

"This is the free fall of the adrenal glands..."

"Okay, okay, I see." Dongfang Mu waved his hand, thinking that it was a big deal, and he just forgot about it for a few days, as for it.

"Woo... Grandpa, what should we do?" Dongfang Xueyu sat on the bed and looked at Ma Xiaoshuai with an innocent face, feeling very sad.

"What should I do? If you don't remember those few days, you won't remember it. It's fine if you don't forget the past. What are you in a hurry for?"

"I'm afraid that my husband's condition will get worse, and I won't even remember it in the future." Dongfang Xueyu said worriedly with tears on her face, and finally started crying again.

"Okay, okay, it's not that serious." Dongfang Xueyu looked at Ma Xiaoshuai impatiently, "Defu, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No." Ma Xiaoshuai blinked, twisted his neck slightly, and said with a frown; "I just feel like my head is a bit big."

Dongfang Mu was taken aback, while Dongfang Xueyu lay down and cried again directly, crying non-stop for a long time.

This Dongfang Mu had no other choice, and said to Ma Xiaoshuai who still questioned the size of his head: "Then, then you should rest for a few days."

Ma Xiaoshuai shook his head and nodded.

Dongfangmu sighed, "Why is it so good? I'm afraid my work will be affected in the past few days."

Just as I was talking about this, there was a loud roar from outside the door, "Who wants to delay the work of Telford, who is it? Dare to pay back."

A few people looked out, hey, good guy, the gang came again yesterday, Murong Junhua with an anxious face led the way, followed by Mr. Qian, who rushed in with an angry face, and a bunch of juniors behind him followed suit He rushed in with a sound, among them Murong Junhua seemed to have heard the news, he went straight to Ma Xiaoshuai who was on the bed, walked over in two steps, grabbed Ma Xiaoshuai's hand immediately, frowned, as if he was feeling his pulse.

The old man Qian who didn't know why was still clamoring all the time, and he didn't understand the situation until Dongfang Mu explained.

"Amnesia? What's wrong with this?"

"It's the adrenal glands in free fall that cause male hormones..."

"Okay, okay." With a headache, Dongfang Mu pulled Xueyu away who was about to explain, and said to the old man Qian who had a question mark on his head: "It's amnesia."

"Why did you lose your memory so well?" Mr. Qian yelled with a fussy look on his face, "Yesterday he was drinking with us."

"Defu, why do you feel uncomfortable?" Murong Junhua frowned and put away his hands, and said, "I don't see anything wrong..."

"Didn't you notice that my head is a little bigger?"

"..." Murong Junhua opened his mouth, and murmured towards Dongfang: "Old Xiangguo, what's going on?"

"Xueyu said it was amnesia, so she forgot about the past few days."

"Forget these few days?" Both Murong Junhua and Mr. Qian couldn't accept this unfathomable problem, "What's going on?"

"I don't know either." Dongfang Mu shook his head and looked at Ma Xiaoshuai who was sitting on the bed, "But Defu's condition is really not good."

"Then let him rest for two days first, the body is important." Murong Junhua said: "As for work..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." before Murong Junhua could finish speaking, Xueyu started to cry again in a high-pitched manner, and fell ill in the cold garden ...Woooo, now my brain is broken, and I have amnesia...Woooo, I still have to work, too...Woooo, Mr., if you say something wrong with you, I...I won’t live anymore." Raise your head and look for short-sighted tools all over the world.

Dongfang Mu was taken aback, and quickly held it down, his old face flushed red.

Murong Junhua and Mr. Qian on the other side are also a little bit uncomfortable, they can't keep their faces off, this Xueyu obviously said that her husband's behavior is caused by these people, but which one is it?Let's not talk about the problem that no one understands what's going on until now, but let's talk about Ma Xiaoshuai's job, where did he work a few days ago?Still tired?Still sick?This is too nonsense, right?It's strange, isn't this Xueyu a very sensible girl, why did she become so messed up?
"Grandpa... woo...guye..." Lushang suddenly squeezed away from the crowd uncontrollably, threw herself on the bed and knelt down, weeping.

"WooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOn..." Ergou also joined in the fun. When he broke in, he took a large area like cutting wheat, and burst into tears.

"Teacher... woo woo, why are you so miserable!" Immediately after, Chen Shimei rushed over along the naturally formed passage, making a fuss.

"Teacher, I'm not going to live anymore... just go with you." Pan Jinlian and the rest of the band rushed over one after another.

As a result, the number of people in the small room suddenly increased to more than [-] people. Even Master Qian and Murong Junhua were squeezed into the middle of the room by a few crazy students. In such a grand occasion, the mind was surprisingly unanimous in thinking about a question, isn't this too exaggerated?Amnesia?Why do you look like a dead person? As for crying so loudly...Look, that big man fainted from crying, that one was convulsed and foaming...Everyone looked at each other, this kid is too popular Bar?

Just thinking about this, there was another commotion outside the door, and more than [-] little maids rushed in desperately, throwing themselves ten meters away from the deceased's bed in a desperate manner, kneeling down and wailing without asking anything. Crying loudly, Xueyu, who was clearly the leader of the mourning army, also seemed to realize that she couldn't shout "go with you" at this time, bad luck!So more than a dozen crying generals began to recount Ma Xiaoshuai's achievements for the country and the people during his lifetime and were exhausted from work, and finally they cried and shouted slogans in unison?strike?
Oh……

It was only then that the dozen or so people who were pushed out of the house suddenly realized that this was their purpose.

Amnesia?Several old people looked at each other and suddenly figured it out.

Let’s talk about how he lost his memory, and he only lost his memory for three days. This kid obviously reneged, it happened to be three days, and those things happened within the range of these three days, that is to say, the purpose of this kid He just wanted to renege on what he had already agreed to. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tongue-in-cheek, poisonous, this Ma Xiaoshuai is too poisonous. Received the imperial decree, and has every reason to continue to live his happy life under the pretext of being busy and so on like before?

"Master..." At this time, a little maid who didn't join the mourning army came over, Dongfang Mu was very satisfied, finally something normal.

"what's up?"

"This study in the yard..."

"The study room!?" Several people exclaimed in unison. After looking at each other, their faces changed drastically. "What's wrong with the study room? All the drawings are there!"

"Ah!?..." The little girl was embarrassed by the old men, twisted her body indiscriminately, and said in shame: "Wet..."

"Ah!?" The old man Qian's eyes widened, and he looked at the little girl all over, "Where is it wet, tell uncle, what is it wet?"

"Yes..." The servant girl glanced at the old man with a mean smile, and said in a low voice, "The study is wet."

"what!?"

"what!?"

(End of this chapter)