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"Who am I talking about you? Are we familiar?"
Meng Hu has a blaring character. However, after hearing what Zhang Fan said, it seemed as if he knew him, and Meng Hu's tone softened.
"Hey, are we familiar with each other? When I said you turned against each other, I was referring to you. When you were a child, you would always come to my house crying with injuries all over your body and ask my grandpa to treat you. Now even I don't We know each other, right? There were a lot of medicines given to you at that time, and I went into the mountains to pick them for you."
Zhang Fan crossed his arms across his chest and snorted in dissatisfaction.
When Meng Hu heard what Zhang Fan said, he scratched his head a little, and then he suddenly realized it and slapped himself on the head. "You are Zhang Banxian's grandson, Brother Fanzi!"
"Yes, yes, you still know me. Come and tell me, how much do you owe me for the medical expenses and labor costs that year? Now you want to come over and beat me with your head, right? You still have some conscience. No?"
Zhang Fan yawned and didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.
"Well, Brother Fanzi, what about that? We came here to see the old Zhou family, not you. Now that you are back, let's finish things later and go have a drink together, how about it?"
Although Meng Hu is a scumbag, he is not a guy who doesn't understand kindness. After recognizing Zhang Fan, he only had a playful smile on his face. From the bottom of his heart, he was not willing to have trouble with Brother Fan Zi, who had been collecting medicine to treat his injuries since childhood.
"Okay, then you can leave and forget about it."
Zhang Fan waved his hand casually, as if swatting away flies.
"Brother Fanzi, isn't this good? This is a matter between our Meng family and Zhou family"
"What the hell! You haven't eaten enough of the pancakes baked by Aunt Zhou? Are you willing to marry your sister to that fool Meng Jianli?"
"Well, thisBrother Fanzi"
Meng Hu was so scolded by Zhang Fan that he didn¡¯t know how to reply. Zhang Fan was really not cheating. Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou are both kind people. When Meng Hu was treating patients at Zhang Fan's house, he would sometimes see him walking around and get him some food. She always told him to eat more good food.
"Go back where you came from. Don't let me think you are a white-eyed wolf."
"Huzi, don't listen to this kid's blindness."
Just when Meng Hu was hesitant and wanted to retreat, Meng Youcai, who was leading the large army, rushed up from behind, grabbed Hu Zi's shoulders, and dragged him to the back. Then Meng Youcai walked up to Zhang with his chest straight out. In front of Fan.
"I said to you boy from the old Zhang family, don't blame me for not giving your grandfather face. You also know what happened to the three boys in my family. It's hard to find a wife like this. It's impossible for me to go back. You'd better find a way out. Get out of the way, otherwise, there are so many children of our Meng family, how many can you block?"
How capable is Zhang Fan? Meng Youcai really wasn't sure. But Meng Youcai knew that Zhang Fan's grandfather was very capable. Just now, Zhang Fan just pinched his second son's wrist, flicked it back, and threw his second son out. Moreover, her middle child's wrists are all swollen now, which shows that Zhang Fan's hands are indeed very skilled. But so what? You have skills in your hands, but after all, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, and a good man cannot withstand a large number of people. There are more than 20 children of my own Meng family. What can you do as a dry boy?
"You have a lot of people, right? But let me tell you, village chief, do you think having more people will definitely be useful? How about this? We are all fellow villagers, and we can't see each other when we raise our heads and look down. If there is a fight, no matter who hurts whom , it will inevitably hurt the harmony. What do you think of this? I will draw a line, if any of you can compare with me. Then I, surnamed Zhang, will not say anything, I will step aside, and you can do what you like. That¡¯s because you can¡¯t compare with me, so go back to where you came from and don¡¯t say anything. Let me tell you, village chief, what do you think?¡±
After what Zhang Fan said, he glanced at Meng Hu behind Village Chief Meng. Meng Hu was also blessed with a good heart. He didn't want to get into a fight with Zhang Fan. When Zhang Fan said he wanted to draw a way out, everyone started gesticulating so as not to hurt the harmony, and they immediately started to quarrel.
"Let's compare, Uncle Youcai, are we still afraid of him alone? Young and old men, don't you think so?"
"Let's compete. What do you want to compete with? Tell us."
"Isn't it just a gesture? Who is afraid of whom?"
"As long as we don't compete in Feng Shui, you can say whatever you want. Are there so many of us afraid that we can't compete with you?"
Those who followed Meng Youcai were all young men. He was very excited. Hearing Zhang Fan talking about paddling and someone encouraging him in front, who would give in?
?Meng Youcai absolutely didn't want to cause any trouble. When he thought about it, everyone swarmed up, beat Zhang Fan to the ground, went in, took the people and left, that's it. But now the disciples behind him are all quarreling. If he doesn't agree, isn't it equivalent to insulting the face of those boys? If I ask them to come out to do things in the future, I'm afraid some people won't be willing to come.
"Okay, now that you have said so, will the children of my Meng family still be afraid of you? As long as they don't do your grandfather's Feng Shui fortune-telling, what do you want to compare?"
"Feng Shui fortune-telling? How can I use such advanced things to compare with you. Let's do the simplest thing to compare our strength."
As soon as Zhang Fan said this, everyone at Meng Youcai laughed. Most of the children of the Meng family who came here today are farmers. Working in the fields all year round, their bodies are covered in tendons. Looking back at Zhang Fan, he is skinny and has no appearance of flesh. He wants to come here to compete with them? Isn't this self-defeating?
"Isn't it just a competition of strength? What kind of competition?"
"That's right, let's finish the competition early, let you give up, go and stay aside."
A series of shouts erupted from the crowd of Meng family disciples.
"It's actually a contest of strength, so let's do it in the simplest way. Wrestle your arms. Just wait, I'll find a platform."
Zhang Fan said he wanted to test his strength with his arms, which made these people burst into laughter again. When he turned around and walked into the yard of Zhang Banxian's house, no one stopped him. For arm wrestling, of course you need a stage.
However, when Zhang Fan walked out of the yard, the jaws of the Meng family disciples almost dropped to the ground. It turned out that the things Zhang Fan took out from the yard were not just small tables or boxes for daily use, but they were not used by the big guys. He actually carried out the stone millstone from the yard that was larger than the dining table.
That millstone weighs seven to eight hundred kilograms, if not one thousand kilograms. Zhang Fan was actually holding it on his shoulder with one hand. What's even more surprising is that Zhang Fan didn't blush or breath when he was carrying such a heavy thing. He didn't look like he was carrying any weight when he walked, as if he was carrying a bag of cotton on his shoulders.
¡°Bang!¡±
Walking in front of the Meng family¡¯s team, Zhang Fan threw the millstone directly on the ground. The millstone hit the ground directly into the ground, two to three centimeters deep, stirring up a large amount of dust. In the eyes of those Meng family members, this millstone seemed to hit their hearts. It's so, so exaggerated.
When Zhang Fan came out with a millstone just now, some people were wondering, did he make a millstone with paper? Now that he landed, all his thoughts were smashed into the ground by this millstone.
What kind of strength does his mother have? I am afraid that only the overlord of Chu and the most powerful hero Li Yuanba of the Sui and Tang Dynasties have such terrifying strength!
Zhang Fan didn't pay attention to how shocked these people were. He squatted beside the millstone and rested his right hand on the millstone.
"Come on, one by one, who of you will go first?"
What Zhang Fan said was so calm and gentle. It was as if what he moved was not a millstone at all but a cardboard box.
Those disciples of the Meng family who came to help Meng Youcai look at each other, not knowing what to do. Last time I had an arm-wrestling with Zhang Fan. Please stop joking, okay? Even if four or five of them get together, they may not be able to lift the millstone. He managed it easily with just one hand and one person. How dare he compare?
"What's the matter? Weren't we all shouting loudly just now? Why are they all like eggplants beaten by frost now? Come on, come here quickly. We're done with the drawings. You go back and drink tea when it's time to plant. Farm the land. You have to live the good life well, don't make yourself uncomfortable here."
When he said the last half of the sentence, Zhang Fan exuded a murderous aura that made everyone palpitate. The timid ones in the team couldn't help but take two steps back.
Even Meng Youcai at the front of the team didn¡¯t know what to do. How could Zhang Fan be gesticulating with them? This was simply a demonstration. That means: Which is harder, your head or this stone? If you are not afraid of death, just come up and give it a try.
"Are all of them mute? Or do you think our Zhang family's millstones are too old and dirty to let go of your noble hands?"
The group of people in the Meng family looked at each other, and no one dared to speak. Just kidding, this isn¡¯t a millstone problem at all!
"What, it's not a problem with the millstone? Then are you looking down on me if you don't come over?"
Zhang Fan channeled his true energy into the fist of his right hand, raised his right hand, and punched the millstone. Everyone only heard a "click" sound, and the stone millstone was suddenly smashed into pieces by Zhang Fan's punch.
"Okay, everyone, go back. Don't be embarrassed here. Meng Youcai, let me tell you. You are not the village chief. Don't think that you can be arrogant and domineering just because you have a few people above. I will take care of Uncle Zhou's family matters. It's settled, Erya has been like my sister since she was a child. If any of you want to come over and take Erya away by force, first ask me if I will agree with my fist." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)nbsp; Zhang Fan channeled his true energy into the fist of his right hand, raised his right hand, and punched the millstone. Everyone only heard a "click" sound, and the stone millstone was suddenly smashed into pieces by Zhang Fan's punch.
"Okay, everyone, go back and don't be embarrassed here. Meng Youcai, let me tell you. You are not the village chief. Don't think that you can be arrogant and domineering just because you have a few people above. I will take care of Uncle Zhou's family matters. It¡¯s settled, Erya has been like my sister since she was a child. If any of you want to come over and take Erya away by force, first ask if I will agree with my fist.¡± (Remember this site¡¯s website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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