Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 6 May all my family members live long and healthy lives
The two companions who were in the process of killing and robbing and PKing, and kept shouting "Alpaca", were so scared when they heard Zeng Wenjie's shout that they quickly spit out the cigarettes in their mouths and stood up quickly.

Zeng Wenjie's uncle Wu Hongwu was seen in uniform, followed by several young men.

"Take out your ID card!" Wu Hongwu looked at Zeng Wenjie expressionlessly.

"Uncle, I have graduated from high school and I am an adult!" Zeng Wenjie smiled hurriedly.

"Stop talking nonsense and give me your ID card!" Wu Hongwu said.

Then, the three brothers had their ID cards checked. This scene made the Internet cafe owner terrified.

Wu Hongwu sneered, "You're still young and you're not a good person. You've learned to smoke and curse online, huh?"

Zeng Wenjie said hurriedly, "It's all my fault! I'm the one who caused the bad behavior! Well, I'm going home now."

Wu Hongwu turned to his men and said, "Arrange a car to take them back to Baishui Town."

Seeing three young men dressed very fashionably being led out of the Internet cafe and into the car by a uniformed uncle, passers-by all shook their heads and sighed, saying that they were not learning their lesson at such a young age and were doing something illegal.

Is smoking also illegal?
fart!

Brothers, we are shooting bullets at the enemy, screws on the aircraft carrier!

"Captain Wu is so scary. I will never come to the county town to surf the Internet again." Shi Jing said to Zeng Wenjie with lingering fear.

"Bra, please don't let Captain Wu tell my parents that I'm smoking, otherwise my legs will be broken!" Hu Guohua was also a little frightened.

Zeng Wenjie rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think my uncle has nothing to do? Besides, we're adults now, what are we afraid of? Do you know how much of our country's military expenditure comes from tobacco taxes? We don't smoke cigarettes, we smoke bullets to defend our country, we smoke screws on aircraft carriers!"

"Uncle, give me one, so your magazines can be fuller later!"

After saying this, he took out a box of Hongtashan cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it and handed it to the uncle driving.

The uncle thought the boy's words were very interesting, so he took the cigarette with a smile and lit it with the cigarette lighter in the car.

Then, he gave the cigarette lighter to Zeng Wenjie.

"Oh shit!" Hu Guohua couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

"Oh shit!" Shi Jing also exclaimed.

Hu Guohua glanced at Shi Jing deeply and said meaningfully, "Your Chinese is so bad that you can't even call yourself by your own nickname."

"Awesome?" Shi Jing was stunned and muttered.

Zeng Wenjie almost choked on the cigarette while laughing, but after what he did, the two brothers were no longer too worried about being caught smoking by Wu Hongwu.

The uncle sent the three brothers to the town, received a cigarette from Zeng Wenjie, and drove back.

"Everyone go back to your own homes. Niubai, come to me tomorrow afternoon and I will take you to meet my grandfather." Zeng Wenjie said.

"Okay! Godfather!" Niu Bai agreed loudly.

Zeng Wenjie thought for a moment and said to Hu Guohua, "Why don't you come along? We're free anyway, so why not practice together?"

Hu Guohua thought about it and nodded coldly in agreement.

Zeng Wenjie completely gave up his dream of becoming Chen Jinnan because he accidentally witnessed a shooting. However, Niu Bai had never seen the lethality of bullets to carbon-based organisms, so he still had the dream of becoming Xiao Feng, who carried a speaker and killed everyone all day long.

But Zeng Wenjie felt that he could never become Xiao Feng, and at most he would be a Nian Xiu who died in his own BGM.

In order to prevent his friend from being betrayed, Zeng Wenjie decided to take him to learn some skills from his grandfather. Besides, the gold business was not peaceful, so it was a good thing to have some boxing skills for self-defense.

In the past year, several small-scale gold bosses have died, and they were all killed and then robbed.

When I got home, it was time for dinner. Grandpa, grandma and mom were all there. Dad was probably out with that little gold minter to collect the goods, so he didn't come home for dinner.

"Wash your hands!" Grandpa said sternly. He was in his seventies, but very thin. However, his complexion was not very good and was a little yellow.

Zeng Wenjie stared at him and his grandmother for a long time before he dragged himself to wash his hands.

My grandfather was a very strict man, and he had learned real kung fu in his early years. No one in the family was not afraid of him, but he also had a shortcoming, which was that he loved to drink!

If Zeng Wenjie remembered correctly, his grandfather died of liver disease during his sophomore year of college... This was something he always regretted. His grandmother lived to be in her eighties, and the family took her in soon after moving to Fengzhou. However, she fell and injured her waist and legs, forcing her to spend her last few years sitting in her room. Later, she developed Alzheimer's disease and passed away in the torment of the disease, vomiting blood.

Zeng Wenjie used to think his grandmother was too nagging and would only recall things from his childhood, but when he wanted to listen again, the chance was gone.

"Of course grandpa and grandma have to live a long life. Well, the first step is to let grandpa quit drinking!" Zeng Wenjie thought to himself as he glanced at the wine glass next to his grandfather.

Not talking while eating is a rule set by grandpa.

Anyone who dares to talk too much at the dinner table will be hit immediately with the chopsticks in his hand, and with incredible precision, until their mouth is swollen.

But just as the table was being served, before the meal even started, Zeng Wenjie said, "Grandpa, can you please stop drinking? I had a dream last night... I dreamed that he told me that I couldn't drink anymore!"

After saying this, he glanced at the old portrait of the great man hanging in the lobby.

My grandfather is an educated man and has no superstitions. He only worships this old man.

"What nonsense." Grandpa snorted, picked up the wine glass and prepared to take a sip.

"Drink, drink, drink. You'll drink yourself to death sooner or later, you old thing!" Grandma scolded angrily.

Zeng Wenjie hurriedly said, "Grandpa, you really can't drink. The old man told me in a dream that if you drink again, I will get sick."

Grandpa frowned. He was addicted to alcohol. If he didn't drink for a day, he would feel worse than death!

But his health was ruined by drinking. Fortunately, he knew Kung Fu. Whenever he felt something was wrong with his body, he would put on a bamboo hat and go out every morning to find a deserted place to practice Kung Fu. After a few days of practice, his complexion would become rosy and his spirit would be restored.

And then, the vicious cycle continues!
"Don't use your old age to pressure me!" Grandpa picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Zeng Wenjie rolled his eyes and fell off the stool, his hands and feet twisted into a knot, his neck tilted, and he twitched like a madman with epilepsy.

Grandma was a superstitious person who still worshipped the Buddha every year. She was so frightened that she burst into tears. She hugged her grandson and said with great distress, "You stupid old man, I told you not to drink, but you insisted on drinking. Even the old man told you not to drink, but you still wanted to drink! Wuuuuu! Are you trying to kill my grandson?"

Zeng Wenjie acted so convincingly that he was almost foaming at the mouth.

"Well... okay, I won't drink it." Grandpa smiled bitterly and struggled to put down the wine glass.

My mother sat on the stool, turned her face away and smiled secretly. How could she not know what was going on?

"Wenjie, your grandpa doesn't drink anymore. I hope you get better soon!" Grandma said with great concern.

"Okay!" Zeng Wenjie jumped up from the ground, naturally picked up the wine glass next to his grandfather, and poured it back into the plastic bottle containing wine.

Grandpa glared at him fiercely, blew his beard twice, but finally endured it.

There's no way, this grandson is really good at acting, he was scared at the beginning.

He brought up the story of a great man appearing in his dreams and acting out the story, and since he also felt a little unwell, he decided to help his grandson.

Grandma believed it and slapped Grandpa hard, cursing, "You old fool! How can you die without drinking? If my grandson gets sick again because of your drinking, I will never let you go! When that happens, I will kneel in front of the great man's statue every day to complain about you."

Grandpa found the meal tasteless. Without any wine to drink, he felt like an eggplant hit by frost. Before leaving the table, he gave Zeng Wenjie a fierce look.

Zeng Wenjie wiped his mouth, followed him happily, and told his grandfather that he would bring two friends to learn martial arts the next day.

"Then learn it, but you have to be able to endure hardships and have good character. If anyone relies on his ability to do bad things, I will break his legs." Grandpa said lightly.

It is said that when my grandfather was young, many people came to him to learn skills, but he ignored them and did not even teach his own relatives.

But now, he often asks Zeng Wenjie to take time to learn some martial arts from him.

Looking at his grandfather's slender figure, Zeng Wenjie stretched out his hands and said, "Grandpa, give me a hug!"

"Why are you hugging me? You've made me have no wine to drink. Get out!" Grandpa kicked him away without mercy. He used a clever kick and the man was kicked out, but it didn't hurt much.

Zeng Wenjie sat down on the ground and saw his father coming back with a tired face, one hand on his waist bag and the other holding a cigarette.

The wallet is quite bulging.

(End of this chapter)