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Yang Jun has always asked his son Yang Chengdao to use live creatures as targets.

Looking at his son's crazy appearance, Yang Jun was really afraid of driving him crazy.

However, after sacrificing five or six goats and more than a dozen chickens and ducks, Yang Chengdao became more and more calm.

It was completely gone from the panic at the beginning.

Butchers are not trained in one day, they also require countless psychological preparations and physical tests.

Yang Chengdao is nothing more than this.

Now the method of slaughtering sheep and chickens is becoming more and more mature, with the legacy of a cook who cuts a cow.

As long as he overcomes the hurdle in his heart, there will be no hurdle in this world that he cannot overcome.

"Dad, try my roasted lamb."

When he finished the meal, Yang Chengdao handed Yang Jun a roasted fat lamb leg with yellow and oily oil.

Yang Jun took it with a smile and took a bite.

"Well, it's good, just put less cumin next time."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chengdao smiled and said, "I'm afraid I haven't cooked it, so I deliberately put more cumin to avoid you taste it."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jun nodded with a smile.

"The skills are good, keep working hard next time."

Seeing his son mature, Yang Jun was very happy from the bottom of his heart.

He finally no longer had to worry about no one else in the future.

Seeing his son becoming more mature, Yang Jun felt that this effort was not in vain.

"Thank you dad."

After Yang Chengdao finished speaking, he turned around and continued to roast the lamb with a smile.

The moment he turned around, the muscles on his face became very stiff.

Although he looks light on the surface, he is suffering inside.

This bloody scene is not something he, a 14 or 15-year-old boy, could bear.

The reason why he did this was that he didn't want to disappoint Yang Jun, nor did he want his mother to worry about him every day.

He is the eldest son of the family and will inherit the entire family business in the future.

He carries the hope of the whole family, and the lives and future of dozens of people are all about him.

He knew that he had to stand up and live a good life with his family.

Yi Qiushui saw the scene of the conversation between father and son.

Seeing his son becoming mature and becoming more sensible, Yi Qiushui was also happy from the bottom of his heart.

After all, my son didn't disappoint her, and so many years of worrying could be considered a good result.

Isn’t people living for their children all their lives?

"Old Yang, the child has grown up." Yi Qiushui said.

Yang Jun smiled and said, "Yes."

"A person from immature to mature sometimes needs years of precipitation and baptism, and sometimes he can mature after suffering major changes and blows. My son is the latter, and he is the kind of late to achieve success."

"Is it too late to achieve success?"

Yi Qiushui curled her lips and said, "Have you ever seen a person of his age who is as mature as him?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jun gently patted the back of her hand.

"Hey, I know you feel sorry for you, don't I feel sorry for my son?"

Yang Jun sighed, "If I don't force him, he will never know how outstanding he is."

"Okay, our son will be successful in the future, and we will no longer have to worry about him."

"That's right."

When Yi Qiushui heard this, her face was full of pride.

However, after a little thought, he said worriedly: "Maturity is maturity, but if you don't have cultural knowledge, it will not be perfect after all."

Yang Jun smiled and said, "This is not my responsibility. It is your business to impart cultural knowledge."

Yi Qiushui smiled and said, "Okay, I'll give him some cultural lessons when I go back."

"Oh, that's right."

Afterwards, the family continued to eat.

After dinner, it was dark.

Everyone washes and prepares to rest.

After the mosquito incident last night, many people no longer live in tents and have moved to RVs.

Yang Jun had no intention of caring about these things, so someone did it himself.

When she returned to the RV, Yang Jun went into the bathroom to wash.

After he came out, he saw that Nalan Qingmeng had already been lying on the bed.

Seeing Yang Jun’s look in a daze, Nalan Qingmeng pouted,

"What, you welcome?"

"No, no, welcome, welcome."

Yang Jun smiled and closed the privacy window of the RV on the window, and then climbed onto the bed.

"Oh, you don't know. I've been so suffocated these two days. If this continues, I'll become a mummy."

Nalan Qingmeng burst into laughter when she heard this.

"Yes, if I hadn't seen you endure it so hard, Sister Yi Qiushui wouldn't have let me come and serve you."

Yang Jun was stunned when he heard this.

Then he said dissatisfiedly: "Oh, if you sister Qiu Shui doesn't feel sorry for me, why don't you come?"

Nalan Qingmeng curled her lips and said, "What do you think? If Sister Qiu Shui doesn't nod, will we dare to come over?"

"Hey, this girl is quite a food-protecting person. Let's see how I deal with her tomorrow." Yang Jun said.

"You can do it, are you willing to bear it?" Nalan Qingmeng rolled her eyes.

"hey-hey."

When Yang Jun heard this, he just smiled and hugged her.

"I'm reluctant to deal with her, but how can I still be reluctant to deal with you?"

"You will bully me...moan!"

...

The wind stops and the rain stops!

Yang Jun enters the sage moment.

Nalan Qingmeng lay on Yang Jun's body, and his little white hand was placed on Yang Jun's mouth.

"Old Yang, I feel very good today, maybe I can get pregnant."

Yang Jun sighed when he heard this.

"Come on, what are you doing with so many children?"

Nalan Qingmeng gave birth to two children for him, which can be said to have completed the task of inheriting the family line.

"I want to give birth to you. I am willing to give birth to you as much as I want." Nalan Qingmeng said coquettishly.

Yang Jun sighed when he heard this.

"Don't give birth, now there are more than a dozen children. Do you really want to have a company?"

"But Sister Qiu Shui and Sister Qing Xiang are pregnant now."

"Why……"

When Yang Jun heard this, he sighed deeply.

"Let's go back and have a meeting to discuss giving birth and see if you can give birth."

Yang Jun really doesn't want to have children anymore. Now there are about ten children, and he is so worried. If he has a few more children, he will have a headache.

"Why, is it not good to have more babies?"

"It's not bad, but...why... I don't want to work so hard when I see you."
To be continued...