Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Outside the back wall of the Zhao family compound.

It was a desolate snowfield with snow up to knee-deep.

There was a muffled thud.

Lin Dapao, like a tattered sack that had been thrown out, landed headfirst in a classic "hand-planted" pose, plunging hard into the snowdrift.

Two chubby legs, clad in black cotton trousers, kicked helplessly twice in mid-air, like a giant turtle whose lid had been flipped over.

Followed by.

"Holy crap—!"

Lin Qiang followed closely behind.

Although he landed on his feet, his crotch was torn, and his buttocks were chilly. As soon as he landed, he was startled by the minus thirty-degree cold wind, slipped, and knelt down next to Lin Dapao.

"puff--!"

Lin Dapao finally managed to pull his head out of the snow, spitting out a mouthful of snow foam. His face was covered in cuts and scratches from the ice shards in the snow.

He ignored the pain, and even the vicious dogs still barking wildly inside the wall.

He only had one thing on his mind right now—the kick he'd just received in the butt.

Lin Dapao struggled to turn over, clutching his aching back, his triangular eyes fixed on Lin Qiang, who was kneeling on the ground clutching his crotch.

"Qiangzi..."

Lin Dapao's voice trembled, a mixture of anger and pain:

"Who kicked me just now?"

Lin Qiang was in excruciating pain, his thigh was still bleeding, and the urine he had urinated in was rapidly freezing, sticking to his leg and causing him great discomfort.

Upon hearing his father's accusation, Lin Qiang's eyes darted around, instinctively wanting to deny it.

"Dad! What did you say? Who kicked you?"

Lin Qiang looked completely innocent and aggrieved, even with a hint of tears in his voice.

"That was kicked by a dog! That big blue dog jumped up and kicked it!"

"fart!!"

Lin Dapao slapped the snow in anger, pointing to his own fat buttocks:

"Do you think I'm blind?!"

"Come and take a look! Come and take a look!"

On the back of Lin Dapao's greasy sheepskin coat, right on his buttocks, was a large, clear snow footprint with half a big toe print!

Those are the patterns on the soles of Liberation Shoes!

Can a dog's paw have this pattern?

"These are size 43 dog hooves?!"

Lin Dapao roared:

"This pattern is exactly the same as the one on your foot! You treacherous little beast! How dare you kick your own father?!"

When he was exposed on the spot, Lin Qiang stopped pretending.

While holding up the tattered cotton-padded pants that had become like "open-crotch pants," he shouted with righteous indignation:

"Father! How ungrateful you are?!"

"What was going on? That black dog was about to bite your butt! That blue dog was about to pounce on your neck!"

"If I hadn't kicked you that time, and knocked you down, your ass would be chewed up by dogs right now!!"

"I was saving you! That's called...that's called sacrificing a pawn to save the king!!"

"Saving the pawn to save the king?"

Lin Dapao was so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

So, I'm the "car," and you're the "handsome guy"?!

"I'll beat you to death, you unfilial brat!!"

Lin Dapao grabbed a handful of snow and was about to throw it.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! My crotch is freezing!!"

Lin Qiang suddenly let out a strange cry, his expression one of extreme pain.

It turns out that the urine that had been urinated out of fear had quickly frozen in the minus thirty degree Celsius cold.

At this moment, Lin Qiang's crotch felt as if he had a piece of iron plate that had just come out of an ice cellar stuffed inside.

It was hard, cold, and chafed my inner thighs sorely.

"Father...I...I can't bend my legs anymore..."

With a sob in his voice, Lin Qiang spread his legs wide like a compass and slowly moved outwards.

As I walked down that path, I could hear the cracking sound of ice shards breaking in my crotch.

The most dangerous part is the buttocks.

The large piece of fabric, torn by the dog, fluttered in the wind like two tattered flags.

Two buttocks, frozen red, were exposed to the cold wind without any cover.

"Stop dawdling! Let's go!"

Lin Dapao, clutching his aching back swollen from his son's kick, knew he couldn't linger any longer and limped along, cursing:

"Let's run home while no one's in the alley! What a disgrace!"

The father and son have a good idea.

Unfortunately, God did not wish.

Just as they shuffled out of the alley like two crippled penguins, preparing to rush westward...

"Hahaha! Sister Cuihua, what can my husband do with 50 yuan if Shanhe only offers him that much?"

"Even shoveling snow would be fine! That's cash!"

A group of middle-aged women, who had just returned from drawing water from the well, were walking towards us.

Leading the group was none other than Guiying, the village's well-known "loudspeaker."

Behind them followed Aunt Pang, Er Ya's mother, and several burly, fierce women who would slaughter pigs without batting an eye.

Two groups of people met on a narrow ski slope.

Time seemed to stand still.

As Sister Guiying was chatting animatedly, she suddenly saw two strange people appear in front of her.

An old man with bloody marks all over his face (Lin Dapao).

another……

Guiying's eyes widened in surprise.

The water bucket in Aunt Pang's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

Lin Qiang hopped out like a zombie, his legs straight.

He covered his crotch with both hands, but he was too busy with his head to care about his rear.

With each jump, his two bright red, frozen buttocks would make a "shining appearance" in the sunlight.

Moreover, because the crotch was frozen solid, walking around made a "crackling" sound as ice shards broke.

The entire venue fell silent for three seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening scream erupted.

But the scream wasn't from fear; it was from nausea and anger.

"Oh my god!!"

Guiying's sister-in-law quickly covered her eyes, but the gaps between her fingers were wider than anyone else's.

"Whose man is this?! Shameless in broad daylight! He's got a sty! He's got a sty!"

The plump aunt reacted the fastest; her round face instantly turned red, and she pointed at Lin Qiang and started cursing:

"Isn't this Qiangzi from the Lin family?! You little rascal! In broad daylight, who are you trying to show your red bottom to?!"

"I...Auntie...I'm not..."

Lin Qiang wanted to explain, but his mouth was already frozen solid, and the ice in his crotch made it impossible for him to stand up straight. He could only maintain that bent-over posture, which looked like he was deliberately provoking him.

"You filthy scoundrel!!"

Er Ya's mother has a bad temper and hates these kinds of scoundrels the most.

When she saw Lin Qiang's posture, with his crotch still wet and covered in yellow ice, and his bare buttocks, she was instantly filled with rage and malice.

"Sisters! This little bastard is trying to harass us!!"

Er Ya's mother roared, grabbed the carrying pole in her hand, and rushed forward:

"Beat that shameless bastard! He's an eyesore!!"

"beat!!"

"There's no need to kill anyone with this kind of filth!"

That shout really stirred up a hornet's nest.

These Northeastern women are incredibly tough.

Some people grabbed carrying poles, some grabbed chunks of frozen snow, and some even took off their solitude shoes and rushed forward while yelling.

"Oh my god! Murder!!"

When Lin Dapao saw this scene, he was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.

"Qiangzi! Hold on! Dad's going to get backup!"

Without hesitation, Lin Dapao used the "sacrifice the pawn to save the king" tactic, clutching his aching back, leaving Lin Qiang alone in the wind and snow, and then crawling into a crack in the nearby woodpile and running away.

"Father?! You sold me out?!"

Lin Qiang was in despair.

Seeing the "women's army" charging towards him, he also wanted to run away.

But these "iced open-crotch pants" really hampered my performance.

My knees just can't bend!

"Snap! Snap!"

He was swinging his legs frantically in front of him like a wind-up duck.

A group of people were chasing after him, waving their shoe soles.

*Smack!*

Although Aunt Pang is fat, she is extremely accurate when throwing things.

A cloth shoe with a thousand layers of soles, accompanied by the sound of wind, landed precisely on Lin Qiang's two smooth buttocks.

"Awooo—!!!"

Lin Qiang let out a bloodcurdling scream.

My buttocks were already frostbitten, and when the sole of that shoe hit me, it stung like fire! A red mark appeared instantly!

"Don't spank me! Don't spank me! My butt's going to split!!"

Lin Qiang screamed in agony as he clutched his rear end, his posture becoming even more contorted.

"Serves you right for showing your face! Serves you right for wetting your pants! Have you no shame at all, you grown man?!"

Guiying's sister-in-law caught up, and although she didn't actually hit him with the carrying pole, she deliberately poked Lin Qiang's inner thigh.

"oops!!!"