The little ancestor of the family

The head of the village finally understood.

The kid Changsheng was making some noise just now, but now he is silent. The bad guys he was talking about must be the Ye family’s parents.

Judging from their appearance, they come with bad intentions.

Are you going to the village to cause trouble for your daughter?

No, there are only women and children in this house, they will definitely be bullied, he has to find someone to help!

Seeing the village head's expression of watching the fun, the driver waved his hand impatiently: "If you don't know anything, stay away and don't delay my master's business."

Then the driver turned to the carriage road and said respectfully: "Master, it seems that no one is home. How about we wait a while?"

Zou opened the curtain of the carriage and said, "What are you waiting for? My master is a nobleman, how can he wait for a poor man on the road?"

"Then?" The driver was in a dilemma for a moment.

"Knock the door open and we'll go in and wait," Zou ordered.

"This...isn't this trespassing?"

As the driver spoke further, his voice gradually became quieter.

Zou snorted coldly: "I am her mother, and the master is her father. What kind of house are you trespassing into?

Besides, this shabby house is not even as good as the toilet in the mansion. What valuable things can there be in it! We are willing to go in and wait, which will bring honor to her humble home!"

The driver was still wondering, is this how the humble house is used?

The attendants behind the carriage had stepped forward and kicked the wooden door open from the outside.

"Master, please!"

The attendant stood by the door, waiting for the official in the carriage to come in.

Mr. Ye, who had been silent all this time, finally moved and lazily got out of the car.

Mr. Ye had a dark face, no beard, and a big belly.

He was wearing a silver-grey robe with a front buttoned-down collar and narrow sleeves. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with auspicious patterns of soaring clouds with silver silk thread, and he was wearing a pair of grey high boots.

The color combination and appearance make it look like a walking pig intestine.

Ye Dacheng raised his head to look up at the sky, trying his best to act like a wealthy man.

Who knew that things would not go smoothly? I just took two steps after getting off the car and stepped on a pile of dog shit.

The slippery feeling under his feet made him stunned for a moment. When he saw clearly what he was stepping on, his face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Ye Bei!" he shouted.

The driver shuddered with fear when he heard the master calling his name.

"Master, let me do it."

Ye Bei picked up two branches from the ground, knelt on the ground and carefully scraped the soles of the master's shoes.

Then he wiped it vigorously with the corner of his gown.

Only then did Mr. Ye put his feet back on the ground with satisfaction.

He stood in front of the dilapidated gate, looking at the adobe walls and thatched roofs in the yard, and looked back at his wife in disbelief:

"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong? With Xinran's current conditions, can she really become Master Wei's guest of honor?"

"It's absolutely true!" Zou leaned forward and replied, "I can recognize her face even if it turned into ashes!

I just don't know what kind of seductive tricks she used to make Master Wei look at her differently, and even the arrogant Tong Guanshi personally saw her out. "

"In that case, let's go in and wait and see what abilities this girl has."

Ye Dacheng walked into the yard, looking around and saying with disdain: "This place is too shabby. Sheng'er should come and ask his sister for help instead of bothering me to come here in person."

Zou quickly comforted her, saying, "That little girl has grown strong now. How can she take Sheng'er seriously if he comes alone?

The master's words are powerful. She has to obey him immediately after hearing his words."

Ye Dacheng looked at the largest room and was about to go in, but after taking two steps, his foot slipped again.

He thought he had stepped on dog shit again and cursed loudly, "What bad luck!"

"This poor place is so dirty..."

He had just said half of the word "death" when he saw something dark coming down towards him from the roof opposite.

"Master, be careful!"

The attendant was quick-witted and quick-handed, and pushed Mr. Ye, who had his eyes closed, away, avoiding a wooden board coming towards him.

He himself was hit hard on the head.

The attendant was immediately dazzled by the photos.

But I was still feeling lucky in my heart: Fortunately, I acted quickly this time, otherwise my monthly salary would be deducted when I return.

Who knew that just when he had put the bucket in half, there was a loud shout from Mr. Ye, and a bucket fell from the sky and hit him right on the head.

"Master, master!"

Zou was so frightened that she screamed, "What the hell is this!"

She hurriedly tried to help Mr. Ye remove the wooden barrel that was on his head.

Before she could pull it out, another bucket of water fell down with a splash, soaking Zou from head to toe.

"ah……………………!"

A sharp cry rang out in the yard, startling several chickens in the fence, who flapped their wings and flew out.

The attendants and the coachman were all dumbfounded.

In the end, the driver reacted quickly. He went up and held the master with one hand, and grabbed the edge of the bottom of the barrel with the other hand, and finally took the barrel off the master's head.

"Cough, cough, cough, ugh!"

Ye Dacheng leaned over and vomited: "What is this? Why does it stink so bad!"

"Sir, this... this looks like manure!" the driver answered cautiously.

"Throw it away! Throw it away! Ugh!"

Ye Dacheng and Zou vomited even more vigorously, even throwing up the food they had eaten the night before.

While the fight was going on in front, the badger oil in Ye Xinran's pot was finally ready.

She carefully poured the oil into the jar, then picked up a hoe from the wall and walked to the front.

Seeing the embarrassed Zou and Ye Dacheng, Ye Xinran showed surprise on her face: "Dad, Mom, why are you here? You didn't even call me when you came, how come you just barged in?

Oh, my yard is full of traps to prevent thieves. If you break in like this, you will easily fall into the trap."

"Ye Xinran!"

Zou was so angry that she reached out to hit her in the face despite vomiting all over.

"You shameless little whore, you did it on purpose. How dare you treat your biological parents like this? You are unworthy of being a son!"

Ye Xinran dodged to the side and easily avoided Zou's attack.

However, Zou used too much force and could not stop leaning forward. He took a step forward and stepped into the pit. He immediately felt a sharp pain under his feet.

"Ah...!" the scream rang out again.

Ye Xinran stretched out two fingers and plugged her ears, but looked at Ye Dacheng and smiled: "Dad, did you hear it just now? Mom called me a little whore?

If I am a little whore, then what are you?

Aren’t you the respected gentleman in Yuntong County?

How could a noble man send his daughter to be a prostitute?

Dad, Mom is scolding you!"