1994: Starting with unpaid leave

Chapter 146 What my uncle taught me...

As soon as the ice on Junjun's body melted, the smell of "aged vinegar mixed with canned herring" instantly exploded in the room.

Standing at the forefront, Liang Qiuyue, as a mother, subconsciously leaned closer to identify the "unidentified object" on her son.

As she got closer, the "Five Grains Reincarnation Qi" that shot straight to the top of her head almost sent her flying.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that it wasn't yellow mud at all.

The layers of substance that seeped into Junjun's newly bought fleece jacket were clearly solid excrement!

Moreover, due to the prolonged freezing time outdoors, the "golden armor plates" have undergone a strange "chemical reaction" with the clothing fibers, resulting in a translucent amber color.

"vomit--!"

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Liang Qiuyue felt a churning in her stomach.

In order to wait for today's New Year's Eve dinner, she has only eaten a handful of sunflower seeds in the afternoon.

At that moment, the melon seeds, along with their interest, seemed to be launched out of her mouth like a rocket.

She scrambled to the toilet, grabbed the toilet bowl, and started vomiting.

Not only her, but everyone else also realized what was happening.

Zheng Rui reacted the fastest, picking up her daughter Dong Aiyang and retreating into the kitchen as if avoiding a plague. Then she slammed the kitchen door shut to prevent the smell from getting into the kitchen.

Dong Weiguo, covering his nose, shouted at his father, Dong Xuewen, "Dad, didn't you say Junjun had a spiritual aura? This aura has gone haywire! With this power, I don't even need to wait for the New Year to set off firecrackers; if Junjun just stands there, even the Japanese devils will have to retreat!"

The eldest brother, Dong Baoguo, had a livid face.

I never expected that my son would make such a fool of himself during the Chinese New Year.

Suppressing his nausea, he went over and dragged the boy outside, asking in a low voice, "What happened? How did you get yourself into the outhouse?"

"Oh, no! A bunch of us were blowing up poop in the public toilet, it was actually quite fun!"

"The fuse I set off this time was a bit short, and it exploded before I could run out of the way."

"fry----"

At that moment, all the blood in Dong Baoguo's body rushed to his head, and he felt that his cerebral blood vessels might burst at any moment.

Looking at his son standing at the door, with a bewildered expression and even a hint of "wanting praise," he really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

He hadn't thought much of his eldest son before; in fact, he even thought he was a bit clever.

But now—

He felt that the child was probably ruined.

Seeing his older brother's face turn as red as a pig's liver, Dong Weiguo desperately suppressed the urge to burst out laughing. He tugged at his brother's arm and said, "Alright, brother, it's the New Year, don't be so petty with a child. Let Junjun go inside and change his clothes. You take him to take a bath quickly; the bathhouses are probably still open."

"Didn't your sister-in-law just say that boys are mischievous and require a lot of care from a young age? Isn't that normal? Why are you getting so worked up?"

Unexpectedly, the boomerang came back so quickly. Feeling humiliated, Dong Baoguo vented all his anger on Junjun: "You brat, you're going to drive me crazy! You're causing me trouble during the New Year! Go inside and change your clothes right now!"

Upon hearing her husband's words, Liang Qiuyue, supporting herself against the bathroom door, walked out, her face filled with despair as she weakly cried out, "Why did you come in?! You've made the bedroom stink! How are we supposed to sleep now?! Go change in the bathroom!"

"Ah, that's right! Hurry up and go to the toilet to change!"

Worried that his beloved grandson would catch a cold, Dong Xuewen hurriedly stood up to get clothes for him.

After changing her clothes and washing her face, Junjun finally came out of the bathroom.

However, as soon as he came out, all the adults except his grandfather, who doted on him the most, subconsciously kept their distance from him.

Liang Qiuyue was still worried no matter how she looked at him, and she gave her husband an order: "Baoguo, you hurry up and take Junjun to take a bath, otherwise we won't be able to get through the New Year."

"Dad, could you please wash Junjun's fleece jacket? I bought it for him in Shencheng, and it was really expensive!"

Oh, and don't wash it in the washing machine, or you'll lose the washing machine too!

Only after the father and son had carried the bath bag out the door, and the father-in-law had taken Junjun's clothes to the balcony, did Liang Qiuyue finally breathe a sigh of relief.

In the kitchen, Zheng Rui pulled her daughter Yangyang aside: "Yangyang, tell Mommy, what exactly happened with Brother Junjun?"

Zhang Guifen, busy cooking, was unaware of what was happening outside.

Upon hearing his second daughter-in-law ask the question, he couldn't help but stop what he was doing and listen carefully.

"Brother Junjun dragged a group of little boys to the public toilet to set off firecrackers, saying that his uncle taught him how to play."

"I advised him not to go, but he not only wouldn't listen, but also insisted that I was a coward and told me to drink cold water —"

Yangyang tilted his head back and told his mother everything that had just happened.

Upon hearing that Dong Jianguo was involved, Zheng Rui hesitated for a moment.

She ruffled Yangyang's hair: "Alright, Mom knows, but if anyone asks later, you can't say that Uncle taught Junjun how to do it, otherwise your aunt will definitely go and argue with your uncle, understand?"

"Okay, I got it!"

The little girl nodded and readily agreed.

After comforting her daughter, Zheng Rui looked at her mother-in-law, Zhang Guifen: "Mom, look—"

"Alright, let's do it your way—"

"This old man is really something! I don't know what he's thinking! Can't he teach Junjun something good?! Of all the things to teach, why does he have to teach this?!"

But now Dong Jianguo is the most successful child in the family.

Even if Zhang Guifen were to say something harsh to him, she would say she absolutely could not bring herself to say it.

Soon, the kitchen door was pushed open from the outside.

Liang Qiuyue carried the plate of eggplant and pork slices that Zheng Rui had just taken out into the kitchen.

With a mournful face, she said to her mother-in-law, "Mom, this dish probably can't be eaten—it still tastes like that."

The moment my son Junjun entered the house, the stench from his body, amplified by the heat, filled the entire room.

The dishes that were previously placed on the table have all been ruined.

Not just this plate, but also several plates of previously sliced ​​red sausage, aspic, freshly roasted peanuts, and cold dishes.

The taste was as if it had been carried around in an outhouse before being served; it was basically inedible.

Zhang Guifen glared and said, "What's wrong with eating this? People used to throw dead pigs into the toilet, and within an hour they would be taken away and eaten!"

What's a little taste like this?! If you're not going to eat it, let your dad eat it!

"He told me long ago that even his precious grandson's poop smells good!"

Liang Qiuyue's face fell, and she couldn't speak.

If it really is Junjun's, maybe the father-in-law won't mind.

The thing is, it popped out of a firecracker in a public toilet, and nobody knows whose it was.

The old man might not even want to eat it anymore.