The Ancient Growth Diary of a Little Zombie

Da Qian's father, whose anger had finally subsided a little thanks to his wife's words of comfort, was shocked to hear that this brat dared to challenge him.

His anger immediately soared more than tenfold.

But his wife was still hanging on his arm, and he was afraid of accidentally hurting her, so he couldn't move for a while.

In the end, Da Qian's father had no choice but to move the hammer from one hand to the other, and then pointed it angrily at his own bastard.

"Ma'am, look!

This bastard wouldn't dare to do that~

I think he's very brave!"

Zheng Daqian seemed to be afraid that his father would beat him and lose interest halfway through.

Not only did this guy refuse to admit his mistake, he actually added fuel to the fire.

"Humph~ That's how it is. Dad, you didn't even ask why, and you came back shouting about fighting and killing. Isn't that unreasonable?"

Hearing this, Da Qian's father slammed the mallet in his hand to the ground, and laughed in anger.

"Okay, okay, you want to know the reason, right?

Then I ask you, isn't that all that magic medicine and tricycle you told us this morning just bullshit?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, not to mention how bad that little girl's temper was.

Just like what my bastard said, there is a magic medicine that can make a seriously injured person recover overnight, and there is also a tricycle that is convenient, labor-saving and suitable for combat.

Not only are these two things unheard of, but even if they really exist, aren't they rare items that are rarely seen in thousands of years?

How could this brat of mine be so lucky that not only did he encounter all these things, but he even got them.

And it was only earned by a beating.

Isn't this bullshit?

If that really happened, don't even mention beating him up.

That means ten or a hundred meals!

As long as there is still a breath left...

Then he is willing to let his son suffer!

I have to say, there really isn't room for two different people to sleep in this bed~

......

"Heh~ If it's bullshit or not, you can ask my mom and you'll know."

Maybe it's because of the couple's attitude of turning their backs on each other that I feel a chill in my uterus, oh no~ I feel a chill in my heart~

Zheng Daqian actually folded his arms and sneered.

Upon hearing this, Da Qian's father had no time to care about his unfilial son's abnormal behavior. He lowered his eyes in confusion and looked at his wife.

Seeing this, Da Qian's mother subconsciously tightened her hand that was still clinging to her husband's arm, and then nodded in the direction of her dressing table.

"Husband, maybe you really have wronged our son this time.

Here~ Look, those are the apologies given by the young prince today~

I brought this apology back personally, so it cannot be fake.

Besides, our son's injuries were indeed healed overnight.

Since both of his previous statements were true, why would he fabricate a fictitious tricycle to deceive and tease you?

Upon hearing this, Da Qian's father looked in the direction his wife indicated.

I only saw his wife's dressing table, which was originally clean and tidy, and could be considered very beautiful and spacious.

At this time, it was filled with large and small, strange objects.

When Da Qian's father saw the things on the dressing table, he found they were things he had never seen before, and he wanted to go over and take a look.

But there was a human-shaped pendant on his arm, and he couldn't get it off no matter how hard he struggled. He tried to use a little more force... but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get into the room at night.

In the end, he had no choice but to give up and turn to his wife for confirmation.

"Madam, are you serious?

Did that stinky...did the young prince really offer an apology?"

Seeing that the anger on his face had mostly subsided, Da Qian Niang felt a little relieved. She nodded and chuckled, saying:

"Haha~ Yes~ Our little prince is quite generous~

I heard it from the servant who came back from getting the news at noon today.

Don’t underestimate those small items, they cost hundreds of gold each.”

When Da Qian's father heard that everything cost more than a hundred gold coins, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, turned his head abruptly, and looked at the full dressing table again.

As far as he knew, the items that could appear on his wife's dressing table were nothing more than rouge, powder, jewelry and other household items used by women.

And those small objects can appear on it, and they are piled up full...

hiss~

Could it be that the little girl was really a victim of abuse?

He didn't know that his wife had spent almost half of the family fortune on the sucker, Da Qian's father. He slowly turned around and stared at his wife with complicated eyes for a long time.

He didn't look away until Da Qianniang, who was staring at him, looked puzzled. At the same time, he quietly moved to the side, trying to increase the distance between them.

Niangle!

If you put something worth a hundred gold coins on your face, how valuable must that face be?

I don’t know whether my wife has applied makeup today. What should I do if I accidentally rub some of it on her?

Oh~ I don't know if my wife will wash her face before going to bed at night...

Mrs. Daqian, who was being stared at for some unknown reason, saw that her husband suddenly began to daydream again. She couldn't help but shake his arm lightly and called out softly with some concern:

"Husband?"

A thud.

The hammer fell to the ground.

Da Qian's divergent thinking was called back. He raised his hand to wipe his face and hide the shock in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

When Da Qian's father opened his eyes again, the aura around him suddenly decreased. This time, when he looked at his son, there was a hint of fatherly tenderness in his eyes.

"Son, could it be that you remembered the wrong place?

Otherwise, how could I have fished all day and still not seen any trace of that car?

From the moment the hammer in his father's hand fell to the ground, Zheng Daqian knew that the danger was over.

He was already feeling aggrieved, and now that he was in the right, how could he be so kind to his father?

He first leaned lazily against the window behind him, then glanced at his father lightly.

After a while, he uttered a cold and sarcastic sneer, and his words were even more sarcastic and irritating.

"Shh~

How can I, Dad~

This is obvious, isn't it me, the unfilial son, who is deceiving you, old man~"

After all, every beating that naughty kid receives is for a reason, right?

"Okay, okay, very good!

I think you are itching for trouble today!"

Which father can tolerate the provocation of his own child?

What's more, Zheng Daqian is a military general who has always believed in conquering people with fists.

Da Qian's father, who was successfully angered by his own unfilial son, had no time to care about whether he could enter his wife's room tonight.

He easily broke free from Da Qianniang's shackles, bent down to pick up the big club that had fallen to the ground, and immediately walked towards the rebellious son.

When Da Qian's mother saw the situation, she was overwhelmed.

Here again, here again!

This pair of enemies, father and son, always fight each other every time they meet!

If you must pinch me, then can you please not do it in front of me all the time?

Who are you pretending for?

Although Da Qianniang complained a lot in her heart, her reaction was not ambiguous at all.

As soon as Da Qiandie picked up the hammer and stood up, she rushed forward.

As if she had done this thousands of times, she hugged Daqiandie around the waist with extremely skillful movements.

"Ah~ No, no, my husband, you can't do this!"