Chapter 254: Inferior

Chapter 254: Everything is inferior
Song Daiying was a little dumbfounded.
Didn’t you say that grandma is critically ill? Why is he still familiar with the fast walking.
Obviously nothing happened.
Song Daiying's face turned black suddenly, and she turned to look at the middle-aged man Song Hu.
The corner of Song Hu's mouth twitched, and he looked at the old woman sadly, "Grandma, aren't you very sick?"
The old woman also found out that Song Daiying was back at this time. She was taken aback for a while, then she staggered, clutching her head, "Yes, I'm very ill. Good great-granddaughter, why don't you tell me when you come back."
This acting skill will be rejected if you go out to run tricks.
"Grandma, you don't have to pretend." Song Daiying said grumpily, "Counting this time, you have pretended to be sick for the 39th time and lied to me to go home. Come on, this time, which village you have fancy again Young talent, who arranged my blind date?"
The old woman opened her eyes and smiled, and walked over and took Song Daiying's hand.
"I said a long time ago that scholars are scholars, and their heads are smarter than others. Grandma's grandmother pretends to be so good, and she has been seen through by you again and again. You really deserve to be my great-granddaughter."
This has something to do with reading?
Do you really get deceived if you study less?
However, Song Daiying took Tu's hand, but she didn't mean to refute.
Grandma is a hundred years old this year, and after a while, it will be grandma's 100th birthday!
There are many great-grandchildren of Tu Laoyu, but Song Daiying is the one she loves most.
"Jiuyun, grandma has heard that there is a college student in Lagazhai next door, a scholar! And he is the son of the patriarch of Lagazhai. It can be said to be right with us. Why don't you find a time and meet him? Face?" Old woman Tu looked at Song Daiying with blank eyes.
"Yes, grandma, you can arrange it." Song Daiying smiled sweetly.
"Good, good." Old woman Tu laughed openly.
Song Daiying's mouth twitched gently.
From childhood to adulthood, she knew that grandma, like a scholar.
There is even a blind worship of scholars.
Everything feels good for scholars.
So, she was only in the third year of high school, and she started looking for a scholar-in-law for herself.
Tu Laoyu's wish was to turn the Song family, a family of martial artists, into a scholarly family.
But it seems that this is a long way to go!
"Oh, I Tu Yaya has a son, a grandson, and eight great-grandchildren. How come there is a scholar?" Old woman Tu leaned on a cane, staring at the poet Song and Song Hu who hated iron and steel.
"Poet! Especially you, you are really unbelievable." Tu said sadly, "Your dead ghost father named you Song Poet, you--you can read a poem. Listen."
"Haha, mother, you have accused me of these words for more than seventy years, and this time I just couldn't make you wish." Song poet laughed out immediately, and immediately said with his hands on his back, "Kill one person in ten steps," Thousands of miles leave no marks."
call!
A crutch fell from the sky like an artifact of the town clan, and directly pulled the poet of Song Dynasty to the ground.
"You kid, you know how to fight and kill all day long, it's not plausible!"
This child--
Song Daiying felt like she couldn't bear to look straight.
Grandpa is almost eighty years old anyhow.
Old woman Tu angrily accused Song Poet, "I and your dead ghost father gave you such a gentle name. It would be good for you to name your son Song Hu. Let's make a random name."
The poets of the Song Dynasty kept quiet.
That's what he thought when he was named.
"My family is unfortunate, my family is unfortunate."
Old woman Tu sighed long.
"Grandma, don't be angry, there is still me." Song Hu hurriedly said.
"Yeah, and you and I didn't scold me. It's too early to get angry." Tu glared at Song Hu. "We Song family don't know what evil they have done. If you pass on it from generation to generation, I will give birth to your father. You Dad gave birth to you. When you get to your area, it’s good for you. Give me a surprise first, and it gave me a hit! It directly surpassed the total number of your father and your grandpa."
Song Hu Dese got up, which shows that he has outstanding ability!
"But what are you giving birth to!" Tu angrily pointed at Song Hu with a cane, "At the beginning, watching you give birth is like laying eggs. I thought the sky had eyes. I thought about it for three days and three nights. I gave my great-grandson a good name, but you’re good. When it’s the most critical moment, you won’t let a fart."
Song Hu was full of grievances.
"Before Jiuyun, I gave birth to seven!"
"Is it useful?" Not to say it's okay, but when I say it, the old woman Tu wants to be angry again, "I have thought of my name, my great-grandson's name, in turn, is'everything is inferior, only reading is high'! You gave me birth Song Wan! Song like! Song Jie! Song Xia! Song Pin! Song Wei! Song Yes! You-you stopped here when you were studying, and there was no fart. Did you mean to off your grandma on purpose!"
Song Hu wants to cry without tears, can you blame me for this?
"You said you didn't have the three great-grandchildren of'Study High', that's all. These seven mixed great-grandsons are all as ugly as you two, and they still don't study! Really mad at me too!" Tu Laoyu patted Chest.
At this time, Song Daiying slapped the old woman Tu on the back and said with a smile, "Grandma, don't be angry, there is still me."
Old woman Tu raised her head and looked at Song Daiying, and immediately smiled, "Nine Clouds, you are the only hope of our Song family. You are a scholar. Don't follow your seven brothers Hun."
"Well, I see." Song Daiying nodded obediently.
Song Hu immediately asked for the credit, "I also gave birth to Jiuyun."
"That's different." Old woman Tu stared at Song Hu, "After you gave birth to all but seven boys, you stopped farting all at once. It was me who went to the gods every day to ask God Chiyou and pray for his grace. You just gave birth to Jiuyun after five years without farting. Strictly speaking, Jiuyun is not your daughter, but Chi You's daughter."
"Fuck Chi Youshen cuckold me?" Song Hu blurted out.
The Song family artifact crutches came.
Not only Tu Laoyu, but also Song poets.
The two sticks were united, and Song Hu was directly driven out of the hall.
"Asshole! You dare to blaspheme Chi You, tonight you kneel in front of the gods until dawn!"
Old woman Tu roared like thunder.
It's not like a centenarian at all.
"Oh my god, which guy is pressing on me." At this time, there was a wailing and screaming voice outside the hall.
"It's your daddy!" A roar was followed.
Song Hu, who was suppressed by his grandmother and father and had no temper, finally waited until the person who vented came back. He shook his arm and usually took out a crutches for conjurers. It is truly an artifact of the Song family. It is passed down from generation to generation and used. Be absorbed.
Seven hungrily guys were chased and beaten into the hall like seven moving giants.