Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 270 - 47: Floral Art Aristocrat – South Gate (Part 2)

"Sorry, but you can’t leave yet. Since you’re not a beneficiary of Bai Lao Si, you’ll have to bring back all the potted plants moved from Lao Si’s house, or don’t blame me, Mao Da, for being impolite," the elderly man, who had seemed so calm and composed, now narrowed his eyes and his flat nose puffed up, his amiable tone instantly disappearing.

Daring to empty Lao Si’s house of potted plants while he was not in the country, and even causing Lao Si to lose his life in the end, these accounts have yet to be settled.

"Old man, are you setting a trap for me? If I don’t show you some color, you’d think I, Zhao Ah Mao, am a pushover," Zhao Ah Mao rolled up his sleeves, preparing to give a few punches to the elderly man self-proclaimed as Mao Da.

"Hmph, the lady next to us just now was right, people like you should be drowned alive in a toilet." The old man waved his hand, gesturing for Feng Xing not to come forward to break up the fight, then he stood with his legs apart in a horse stance, and lifted both hands, taking a deep breath as if he was absorbing and expelling air.

Still putting on airs, let’s see how I deal with you, old man. Zhao Ah Mao, a small-time thug skilled from various scuffles, lunged with a ’fierce tiger digging heart’ move toward Mao Da’s chest.

Mao Da calmly flicked his toes, flipping up an object from the ground. With that thing now in hand, Mao Da exerted force with both hands, slapping Zhao Ah Mao’s approaching fist away, hitting squarely on his nose bridge, then with another move, struck heavily on Zhao Ah Mao’s shoulders.

"Such formidable staff skills," Zhuo Feng giggled, the object Mao Da had flicked up from the ground turned out to be a moso bamboo staff, perfect for disciplining Zhao Ah Mao.

"I’ll smack your disrespectful nephew’s head to clear your mind, smack your disrespectful nephew’s hands to teach you not to be up to no good, and smack your disrespectful nephew’s legs to stop you from sneaking around and shaming the family," Mao Da was sweating profusely from the effort, while Zhao Ah Mao was beaten so badly, his nose was crooked, bleeding, and his limbs were bruised, not a single spot without injury.

"Stop hitting, ouch, you’re killing me," Zhao Ah Mao howled. During his years as a thug, he’d dodge trouble or rush to the front if nothing was up, but he never encountered such a crazy old man.

"Qiu Ju, throw this man out, and get his fingerprints, remember to have him bring back the potted plants. The potted plants at our South Gate aren’t something you rascals can mess with," Mao Da spit, then carefully placed the bamboo staff in the middle of the office wall. The way he did, it seemed as if the bamboo staff was an incredibly important king’s sword.

The man in the thick cotton coat who had received them earlier responded, dragging Zhao Ah Mao out.

Inside the room, Zhuo Feng nudged Feng Xing, fearing they might have stumbled upon the mob.

"Cough, cough," Mao Da cleared his throat, his face flushed with vitality; at his age, it was good to exercise and flex his muscles from time to time. "Sorry for the rudeness, where were we?"

"You were talking about Mr. Bai owing you almost eight hundred thousand dollars, not including the interest. But Grandpa Bamboo, how can you cheat your own disciple like that?" Listening to the first part of Xiao Xian’s sentence, Zhuo Feng and Feng Xing shook their heads; this money had nothing to do with them. But after hearing the last part, both turned to look at the old man sitting on the old rattan chair.

"You even figured out my relationship with my disciple, not bad, not bad, fit to be a disciple from our South Gate. I’ll just be straightforward then." Mao Da became interested, walked over to Xiao Xian, and touched her forehead.

"Forehead’s a bit narrow, doesn’t look very clever," then pinched Xiao Xian’s finger, "Fingertips pointed and without flesh, looks pretty nimble," he extended his hand to touch again.

Zhuo Feng, protective as a mother hen, pulled Xiao Xian behind him, "Old man, keep your hands to yourself, don’t take this as an opportunity to take advantage."

Indeed, Mao Da’s behavior was utterly unconventional, touching his young niece here and there, how could that be appropriate?

"I tell you, young lady, what’s the rush, everyone is tested for bone structure before entering our sect. Although the disciple was taken by Bai Lao Si, as the eldest in the sect, it’s right for me as the senior master to take care of it since Bai Lao Si is gone," Mao Da looked at Zhuo Feng’s expression, thinking that the young people nowadays are all so impatient. frёewebηovel.cѳm

"When did our Xiao Xian become a disciple of Mr. Bai, don’t talk nonsense," although Zhuo Feng admired Bai Juyi’s gardening, if it meant Xiao Xian couldn’t properly study, she wouldn’t agree.

"I’m asking you, did Bai Lao Si leave behind a pair of scissors, did he leave you any potted plants." Mao Da didn’t believe they would deny it; on the day Bai Lao Si died, he had sent people "to visit" Bai Lao Si’s residence, but neither the scissors nor Bai Lao Si’s years of gardening accumulation were found.

"There is, just a pair of dark-looking small scissors, which were given to Xiao Xian, and those potted plants, but those weren’t left by Master Bai, I helped Xiao Xian arrange them," Zhuo Feng was still quite interested in that manual, really unwilling to part with it.

"That settles it then. You should know, for a gardener, the most important things in life are the tools in hand and the cultivated plants. I just didn’t expect that Bai Lao Si, who never took disciples in his life, would take two at once. Well, let’s finish the rest of the will."

Mao Da was quite emotional, having deliberately mentioned only half of the will earlier to teach that scumbag Zhao Ah Mao a lesson.

Xiao Xian and the others then realized that all this was meticulously planned by Bai Juyi with Mao Da in his last few days, setting the stage for a drama.

And the highlight of this drama was just unveiling a new Chapter in the lives of Xiao Xian, Zhuo Feng, and others.

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Ah, starting from the 28th there’s a double pink event, speechless, the sorrow of a rookie writer, in any case, let’s peacefully get through this month, we’ll keep striving next month~

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