"The old dog we keep at home dares to bark at its owner. He really deserves to die!" Han Qian wiped the blood on his wrist with a handkerchief and said to Zhao Kuo, "Go skin this old dog, chop it into pieces, and stew it.

A litter of dog meat to satisfy everyone’s cravings…”

Everyone was dumbfounded. The young master Han Qian had a bad temper and stabbed Mr. Fan with a knife. They were not surprised at all. They were waiting for the young master to be taught a lesson by Mr. Fan, but they never expected that Han Qian would do this.

Fan Xicheng was so angry that he was shaking all over. In the past, when Han Qian pointed at his nose and scolded him as an old man and an old bastard, he had never been so angry.

Zhao Kuo stood up and looked at Han Qian and Fan Xicheng, as if he couldn't make up his mind.

Han Qian walked straight to Fan Dahei and sat down at the dining table where the soldiers were dining. He picked up the chopsticks and put the rice into his mouth. He picked up the vegetables and ate it. After half a bowl of rice was put in together with a bunch of chicken, fish and vegetables.

In my stomach, I saw that everyone else was still standing or sitting without moving, so I waved the chopsticks in my hand and greeted:

"It's too boring for me to eat alone in the east courtyard. From now on, I will eat with everyone here on the big pot stove. There is no need to prepare meals for me alone. You all stand there without moving your chopsticks. Do you want to wait for General Zhao Kuo?"

Is that old mutt stewed and eaten as dog meat?"

Fan Xicheng rolled up his sleeves with both hands, and the veins on his exposed arms were pulsing slightly; he remained silent, and the others also scoffed and responded to Han Qian.

Han Qian continued to put the food into his mouth, chewing the food, and said to Fan Xicheng slowly:

"Mr. Fan, what you just said makes sense. If there are no restrictions and the tenants are allowed to go into the back mountains to hunt and chop wood at will, they will definitely be ruined. But I have already said what I said. At this time, Mr. Fan

If we really want to send someone to snatch the prey back from Mr. Zhao, in the eyes of these tenants, they may not be able to figure out whether the farm belongs to the Han family or the Fan family. In this case, I'm afraid it won't be very good.

?Or maybe, Mr. Fan, do you really have other ideas?"

"Young Master is too worried, how dare I have other ideas?" Fan Xicheng said through gritted teeth.

"That's good. I also know that Mr. Fan is loyal to my father and my Han family. He takes care of me because he doesn't want me to get into trouble. I don't even know this." Han Qian put the food in the bowl.

After finishing eating, he put down his bowls and chopsticks and went back to the east courtyard without looking at anyone else.

Watching Han Qian walk away, Fan Xicheng was so angry that he was shaking all over, and it took him a long time to sit back at the dining table in front of the window.

Fan Wucheng suddenly stood up, took off the sword from his waist, threw it on the table with a clang, and said angrily: "Even if you are the head of the family, you treat your father with courtesy, and there is never a time when you say something bad to me - the young master.

It's too much of a deception. Is it possible that in the eyes of the young master, we are really just like this dog, who looks impatient and stabs us to death?"

"Have a meal!"

Fan Xicheng glared at Fan Wucheng and told him to stop talking nonsense, but he picked up his chopsticks and looked at the four dishes that he had at his own table. Thinking of what Han Qian had just said, he would have to share the table with his soldiers sooner or later, and there was nothing he could do about it.

After swallowing all this food, I was really filled with anger. I threw my chopsticks on the table with a "pop" sound and said,

"If you don't want to eat, take all these and share them!"

"Dad, what should I do with the big black dog? Should I chop it into pieces, stew it and eat it now?" Fan Dahei asked stupidly.

"...Eat, eat, eat, you have to know how to eat. Do you have to chop off my old bones and stew them, so that you can eat happily?" Fan Xicheng had the veins on his forehead popping out, and he scolded Fan Dahei from the start.
Chapter completed!