"Uncle Ma, your hand must be steady. If you cut it with one strike, it will be over."

Yang Jun kept urging Ma Sanpao to end the evil beast Ma Juzi's life with a knife.

The other people were also shocked by Yang Jun's operation. They stepped back one after another for fear of splattering themselves with blood.

"Jun...junzi, listen to me, this...this knife..."

Ma Sanpao was so frightened that he dropped the kitchen knife on the ground and stammered speechlessly.

"Oh, I got it."

Yang Jun looked like he suddenly realized something, stretched out his hand, and pulled out a short gun from his waist.

"Crack!" The bullet was loaded.

"Uncle Ma, if you feel the knife is not fast enough, use this."

Yang Jun thrust the May 4th pistol into his hand, and then made a hook shape with his fingers.

"Yes, just like me, I can hook my fingers, out of sight and out of mind, and be immediately relieved. How nice it would be."

Everyone was shocked by Yang Jun's operation, especially Ma Sanpao, who was even more panicked.

He just wanted to teach Ma Juzi a lesson, and didn't really want to kill him.

This is good, the duck has been caught up in the fight, and he can no longer get off the stage.

Holding the gun in his hand, his two arms were fighting, his body was covered in chaff, and his mouth was trembling constantly.

"Crack!"

I don’t know how long it took before I heard the sound of a gun falling to the ground.

Ma Sanpao held Yang Jun's arm with both hands and said: "Jun...junzi, I don't want his life, I just...just want to give him a beating to vent my anger."

"A beating is not enough. A disobedient beast like this should be shot. Come on, take it and continue."

Yang Jun picked up the gun and stuffed it into his hand with a smile.

"No... no more fighting, that's enough, that's enough."

"Is that enough?"

"enough."

"Sure?"

"Very sure."

Ma Sanpao personally inserted the gun into Yang Jun's waistband and kept nodding his head: "That's enough. Let this matter go away. I will never mention it again."

After Ma Sanpao finished speaking, his whole body felt like a deflated balloon. He collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

Everyone saw that Ma Sanpao's anger had subsided and smiles appeared on their faces.

At this time, they understood Yang Jun's intention. If Yang Jun hadn't used this method to provoke him, this matter might not have ended.

At this time, everyone went about their business as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Miaomiao's tears fell from her eyes, and she helped Ma Juzi into the house feeling distressed.

Yang Jun squatted next to Ma Sanpao, took out a cigarette from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it for him himself.

Looking at Ma Sanpao's lips trembling up and down, Yang Jun knew that he needed time to digest all this.

"Uncle Ma, tell me, you came all the way to drink your grandson's full moon wine. This is originally a happy event, so why do you make yourself so embarrassed? It makes everyone feel unhappy."

"This bastard didn't even tell his family about such a big thing as getting married. Junzi, if it were you, how could you not get angry?"

Ma Sanpao's chest heaved up and down with anger, and he glared fiercely at Ma Juzi's room.

Yang Jun also felt the same way.

Ma Sanpao was right, no one could stand such anger.

The child he had raised with so much hard work for decades would end up guarding him like a thief. Anyone else would be heartbroken.

"Uncle Ma, please calm down. Aren't Ma Juzi afraid that you wouldn't agree to this marriage, so he killed her first and then announced it later."

At this time, Yang Dong came over smoking a pipe.

He squatted next to Ma Sanpao, made eye contact with Yang Jun, and said hello.

"Sanpao, Junzi is right, calm down and don't let your anger break your body."

"It's not up to the mother to let the children grow up. At your age, how long can you keep in charge? They have to live their own lives in the future. They know whether the shoes fit or not, and they put them on their feet."

Ma Sanpao didn't say anything, maybe because he wasn't used to smoking. He took off the tobacco pot from his waist, dug hard into the bag containing the tobacco leaves a few times, and then pressed it down with his thumb.

Yang Jun quickly lit the fire for him and comforted him: "Uncle Ma, now the deal is done, you might as well just help them, right?"

Ma Sanpao's eyes were red, and a layer of crystal tears appeared in his eyes.

"Bah! Bah!"

Ma Sanpao was smoking a dry cigarette and suddenly burst into tears with a cry of "Oh".

"I don't blame him for finding a widow, but this scoundrel treats me as an outsider. He doesn't tell me or his mother about such a big thing as getting married. I have raised a white-eyed wolf for so many years."

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that a person as old as Ma Sanpao would feel as aggrieved as a child.

However, think about it carefully.

If you were to blame yourself for others, you wouldn't be able to forgive easily.

Just imagine, he worked so hard to raise his child. In order for his son to have a good future, he tried his best to help him find a job in the city, but in the end, because he didn't

Without understanding and communication, the son secretly got married without telling his father. How could this not make him sad?

However, think about it carefully.

It was obvious which of the two things would be more harmful to him, the concealed marriage or the marriage to a widow.

The son married the widow, what else could he say?

The fact that could not be changed, he could only choose to bless.

But Ma Juzi's hidden marriage was a huge blow to him. He could forgive Ma Juzi for marrying the widow, but he couldn't forgive his son for deceiving him about the marriage.

"Okay, Sanpao, calm down. For the sake of Xiangxiu giving birth to a big fat boy, I won't bother with Juzi anymore."

Second uncle Yang Dong patted him on the back to help him calm down.

Hearing Ma Sanpao's cry, everyone stuck their heads out, but quickly shrank back.

At this time, Zhou Miaomiao came over.

She knelt down in front of Ma Sanpao and cried: "Dad, if you want to blame, blame me. Ju Zi is a good person and a responsible man. If you still don't feel relieved, just hit me."

Ma Sanpao's eyes were red, he wiped his tears with his sleeve, and opened and closed his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Zhou Miaomiao didn't wait for him to speak, then continued,

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I guess you are reluctant to hit me because...because...I am pregnant with your Ma family's flesh and blood."

After Zhou Miaomiao finished speaking, her face turned red and she covered her face with her hands.

"You...are you telling the truth? You already have Ju Zi's flesh and blood?"

Ma Sanpao stood up excitedly and looked at Zhou Miaomiao nervously.

"Um!"

Zhou Miaomiao responded softly and turned her face sideways.

"Okay, okay."

The thunderous sound of Ma San Pao sounded in the yard. He walked back and forth a few times, and then said with a serious face,

"I recognize you as my daughter-in-law, but don't let me forgive you so easily."

"ah?"

Everyone looked at Ma Sanpao in shock.

I don’t know what logic this old man has. If he doesn’t have a son, how can he get a daughter-in-law?

Now it's okay, this old guy doesn't want a son anymore.

Afterwards, everyone laughed, knowing that Ma Sanpao was still angry with Ma Juzi.

That night.

Everyone held a dinner.

A group of people were divided into two tables and sat in the courtyard eating and drinking.

There are several men at one table, and women and children at one table.

Since Ma Xiangxiu was in confinement, she did not participate.

During the banquet.

Ma Juzi sat there like a good baby and said nothing.
To be continued...