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Fang Yu stood ramrod straight, his fingers tapping loudly on the wooden kang table.

What do you mean by "can't do it anymore"?

What does it mean to "look at young people"?

His voice suddenly rose, filled with heartbroken indignation and questioning.

"Uncle! You've got a problem with your thinking! It's typical 'lying down' mentality! It's a sign of giving up on a good life!"

"intolerable!"

"Absolutely unacceptable!"

Seeing Fang Yu's posture, Fang Daqiang and Zhao Guifang exchanged a glance, their eyes screaming "Run!"

The elderly couple knew all too well that once this brat opened his mouth, he was bound to cause a bloodbath.

To avoid an awkward situation, the two stood up very smoothly.

"Well, you two chat for a bit, I'll go check on Mom and Dad in the kitchen and see if there's anything I can help with."

Fang Daqiang made up an excuse, grabbed Zhao Guifang's sleeve, and slipped out of the main room in a flash.

Without the bloodline suppression of his biological parents, Fang Yu's aura instantly became fully unleashed.

He took a deep breath, and his entire demeanor changed.

"Liu Bang, the founder of the Han Dynasty, was still a village head in Pei County at the age of forty-seven, started a rebellion after slaying a snake at forty-eight, and finally ascended the throne at fifty-four, establishing the great Han Dynasty!"

"Guo Ziyi, a famous general of the Tang Dynasty, was reinstated at the age of fifty-eight, quelled the An Lushan Rebellion, and rebuilt the Tang Dynasty!"

"Liu Bei, the Emperor Zhaolie of Han, spent most of his life in exile, only becoming emperor at the age of sixty and establishing the Shu Han regime, which divided the world into three kingdoms!"

"The veteran general Huang Zhong, at the age of seventy, cleaved Xiahou Yuan in two at the Battle of Dingjun Mountain, his might shaking the land!"

"Wu Cheng'en, a literary giant, only began writing 'Journey to the West' at the age of seventy-two, achieving eternal fame!"

"Not to mention Jiang Ziya, who was still fishing on the banks of the Wei River at the age of eighty, and eventually became the founding prime minister of King Wen of Zhou!"

Fang Yu stared intently at his uncle, Fang Daguo.

"Uncle! Look at these elders!"

"Who among them didn't achieve great things later in life? Who among them wasn't still vigorous in old age?"

"You're only in your early sixties; looking back on your life, you're in the prime of your life!"

"This is the golden age to roll up our sleeves, work hard, and strive to reach the pinnacle of our careers!"

"How could you bear to so cruelly place such a heavy historical burden as buying a house and a car on my young and fragile shoulders?"

Fang Yu slammed a handful of melon seeds onto the table with a "thud".

"Uncle! You need to pull yourself together!"

"Tomorrow, yes, the second day of the Lunar New Year."

"Go and lease out Widow Liu's chicken farm next door too!"

"By combining pig and chicken farming, we can grow bigger and stronger, and create new glories!"

Cold sweat instantly streamed down Fang Daguo's forehead.

He has lived for sixty years and has always been the one pointing fingers at the younger generation and making grand promises. He has never experienced such a large-scale moral blackmail that is based on ancient and modern times, cites classical texts, and is based on a very high position.

He was put on the spot by Fang Yu's impassioned speech, and he even had an extremely absurd illusion.

If I don't immediately go to the west end of the village to move two truckloads of bricks and do some part-time work, I'll be an unforgivable sinner in the Fang family for all eternity.

"Um... I... when I came out, the gate didn't seem to be locked. I'll go back and check..."

Fang Daguo stammered out a sentence, his eyes darting away, not daring to look at his own son at all.

He didn't even bother to put on his shoes properly, and ran out in slippers, his back view looking utterly disheveled.

In one round, the enemy commander was defeated and forced to retreat!

The second uncle sitting next to him was about to speak up to smooth things over, but the words were already on his throat.

Fang Yu's dark gun barrel had already been turned around and locked on precisely.

"Second Uncle, don't just sit there drinking tea."

Fang Yu leaned forward, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"You've been divorced from my stepmother for five years now. Have you found a new partner this year?"

"At your age, living alone, there's bound to be a lot of gossip in the village."

"Don't always worry about our marriages; you need to set a good example for us!"

"I think Aunt Li at the village entrance is quite nice; she's efficient and capable. How about I play matchmaker for you two?"

With a loud "clang".

My second uncle smashed the enamel teacup in his hand onto the wooden table, splashing scalding hot tea all over his crotch.

His old face turned red, and he pointed at Fang Yu's nose, his lips trembling for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

In the end, all I could do was slap my thigh in frustration.

"Um, I... I suddenly remembered, I don't think I locked my door!"

After saying that, he turned and dashed out, running even faster than his older brother. He then slunk away in a sorry state.

This is not over yet.

Fang Yu flicked the sunflower seed shells in his hand and turned to look at the old lady and several relatives sitting on the other side.

The elders, who had been extremely arrogant and ready to find out Liu Yifei's birth date and time, now felt a chill run down their spines.

"Auntie, you..."

"Auntie, you..."

Fang Yu's voice echoed in the room, like the Grim Reaper calling his name.

Less than ten minutes.

The place, which used to be packed full and noisy like a kang (heated brick bed) in a vegetable market, has been mostly emptied out.

The elders were extremely uncomfortable and hastily fled using various clumsy excuses.

"Oh dear, I think I forgot to unplug my electric scooter charger..."

"While everyone was chatting, I had a stomachache and needed to use the restroom..."

"I'll go too, let's keep each other company!"

In the blink of an eye, all the elders were wiped out.

A group of people stood in the courtyard, their necks hunched and hands tucked in, smoking silently in the wind and snow, their faces filled with the bewilderment and grievance of surviving a disaster.

He looked even more aggrieved than the son-in-law on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

The live stream room was already completely flooded with celebratory comments.

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!! What kind of god-like fighting style is this?!]

[Reverse pressure to get married! Reverse empty promises! Fang Yu, you're truly a genius!]

[After hearing this, my uncle probably bought a train ticket that very night and went to work; he was incredibly guilty.]

[Uncle: I never imagined in my life that I could be compared to Liu Bei.]

[This is awesome, guys! This is the ultimate level of counter-attacking! I've learned something, I'm doing this next Chinese New Year!]