However, Song Baojun, who likes to watch the fun, is not idle either. He stands outside the gate and watches with his hands in his pockets.

The two sisters were also entangled next to Song Baojun. Han Ruoyi looked at the group of people kneeling in the ancestral hall and asked curiously: "Brother, what are they doing?"

"When I worship my ancestors, please bless me." Song Baojun pulled out his hand and rubbed the little girl's head intimately, explaining with a smile.

"Tsk, it's not feudal superstition." Song Jingtong murmured from the side.

Song Baojun immediately gave his sister an approval look, hugged her neck and laughed, "Just say this in a low voice in private, don't hear it for them, otherwise we, the people of other surnames, will be troublesome again."

Song Jingtong curled her lips. She obviously didn't like the people on her grandfather's side. She was already sensible and could detect what her relatives on her grandfather's side were.

After the Wu family members on the other side of the ancestral hall finished worshipping, another oldest man stood in the ancestral hall and gave a speech to everyone, which was nothing more than inspiring the people in Wujia Village to carry forward the surname Wu.

As soon as the speech ended, several other people who were quite famous in the village went up to talk about other things, including Song Baojun's grandfather Wu Dapeng.

Wu Dapeng has a high seniority and a high status in the village. After all, there are so many branches in the village, their branch is already a very good-for-all existence.

After the group of people finished their hard work, the worship of ancestors was announced to be over, and then a staff member specially invited set up tables on a large open space far away in the ancestral hall.

Every time after worshiping our ancestors, everyone in the village had to serve the table and have a dinner together, so that the Wu family seemed united and prosperous. Even people from other surnames like Song Baojun could serve the table, and there were not so many requests.

"Let's go, the house is almost tidy up. Let's go and prepare for dinner. I heard that several chefs at noon were specially invited by them from five-star hotels. Today we are so happy." Li Guixiang walked out of the house and greeted Song Baojun and others standing at the door.

"Okay grandma." Song Baojun smiled and nodded, then took his two sisters to the table behind his grandma.

Their family was just divided on a table, and the temporary waiter invited by the chef, brought the dishes one bowl after another. The wine on the table was not a bargain, which proved that the annual ancestor worship was really willing to spend a lot of money.

Song Baojun is naturally very happy to eat and drink, and he doesn't spend money anyway. After everyone started, he started to eat and did not forget to pick up food for his two sisters sitting next to him.

As she was eating, Han Ruoyi suddenly screamed and almost jumped up. Song Baojun looked over and realized that it was several **-year-old children running behind her. One of the boys was holding Han Ruoyi's white skirt with his hands.

"What are you doing? Don't make my skirt." Han Ruoyi was immediately angry when she saw that a boy a few years younger than her was holding her skirt. She tried hard to open the other party's hands and put the skirt back, then ignored the other party and sat down and continued to eat.

Everyone on the table also smiled. The children were naughty in their personality, so they naturally would not care so much about such things.

I thought the matter had passed, but within two seconds, the little boy not only did not leave, but became even worse. He grabbed Han Ruoyi's skirt with both hands and lifted it up, which made Han Ruoyi scream and cried again.

"Get out." Song Baojun's face suddenly turned cold, he grabbed the little boy's hand and pulled it away, then pushed it back.

The little boy was only about ** years old, so he would not be Song Baojun's opponent. When Song Baojun grabbed his hand with force, he was caught and became popular. He pushed him back several steps and then fell to the ground. After a few seconds, he realized and started crying loudly.

When the little boy cried like this, his friends were shocked. They were a little scared when they looked at Song Baojun with a cold face, so they turned around and ran away directly.

Song Baojun's behavior made Wu Feilong and others on the table look weird and muttered in a low voice, obviously not praising Song Baojun.

Less than a minute later, a woman in her forties ran over from a distance. Looking at the little boy sitting on the ground crying, she looked sad and hurriedly picked up the little boy and shouted, "What's wrong with Tongtong? Did anyone bully you?"

"Mom, someone beat me." The little boy cried even more heartbreakingly when he saw his mother coming, as if his parents had passed away.

"Who?" The woman immediately looked cold.

The little boy pointed at Song Baojun cryingly and complained to his mother: "It's him, he pushed me just now."

The woman immediately stared at Song Baojun, looking at Song Baojun with a look of wanting to tear Song Baojun in half. She stared at Song Baojun and asked fiercely: "Is it you who bullied my son?"

"He ran to lift my sister's skirt, and once he didn't listen, he still wanted to keep lifting it, so he pushed him." Song Baojun explained calmly.

Hearing Song Baojun's answer, the woman was furious and pointed at Song Baojun and said viciously: "You are so adult, and you still have the nerve to bully a child. What are you ignorant about him? Are you shameless?"

"He is your son and not my son, why should I give in to him?" Song Baojun was also angry and fought back.

He is still a child, so he has to forgive him? Then you forgive yourself, what does it have to do with me?

Wu Guifang couldn't bear to see that his son was criticized, and frowned and said, "If you don't care about your own children, come and blame my child for what? Can you teach your own son well? You will bully girls at a young age, and how can you grow up?"

"He is just a little girl. Don't bully him ignorant. Hurry up and apologize to my son, otherwise this matter will not be over today." The woman shouted angrily, causing all the people around her to quiet down and look at them with curiosity.

On this happy day of ancestor worship, who is full and has nothing to do to quarrel here?

After seeing the quarrel here, an old man rushed over quickly, frowned and looked at the woman and asked, "What's wrong with Xiuying, what's going on here?"

"Dad, you are here, someone bullies your grandson." The woman quickly pointed at Song Baojun and told the story, but it turned out from her that it turned into two children joking, and Song Baojun, an adult, bullied the children.

The old man took out a tissue with a pity and wiped his grandson's tears and comforted him a few words. This little grandson was his favorite. After all, the third generation was just such a man. The whole family was still counting on him to pass on the family line.

Then he snorted coldly with a dark face, pointed at Song Baojun and said, "I'm so adult bullying a child? Whose child are you?"

"Brother Shan, this is my grandson." Wu Dapeng, who had not spoken, stood up, with a warm smile on his face.

The two brothers Wu Jingzhong and Wu Baoguo, who were sitting on the table, also stood up with a smile, and looked at each other and said hello: "Hello, uncle."

They had to be more polite to each other. Although they were both from Wujia Village, the old man in front of them was named Wu Nanshan, and his family was much stronger than theirs.

Their family opened a logistics company in Xianhe City. In recent years, the business has grown bigger and bigger, just like snowballing. The whole Wujia Village belongs to their family. It is said that the net profit this year is nearly 5 million.

"Oh, Dapeng." Wu Nanshan's face calmed down a little after seeing Wu Dapeng, frowned and said, "What's wrong with your grandson? A child is just kidding and even attacking the child?"

"This... my grandson is not very sensible for the first time here. Brother Shan, don't be too surprised. I'll ask him to apologize to you." Wu Dapeng smiled awkwardly, then shouted to Song Baojun in a stern tone: "Xiaojun, why don't you apologize to Grandpa Nanshan?"

Song Baojun glanced at his grandfather, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why should I apologize? Their family has no tutor and can't control the child, and I'm going to apologize now?"

"That's right, your children have problems. They come to lift girls' skirts at a young age, and they are simply a little hooligan." Song Shixian was also a little angry and stood up and said angrily.

He didn't want to care about it at first, it was just a trivial matter and had nothing to care about, just talk about it.

But the other party is so unreasonable, it's fine. His father-in-law actually wants his son to apologize? How can anyone who does the right thing or the wrong thing apologize?

He is upright and can't rub sand in his eyes. Not to mention that the person involved is his son at this moment, even a stranger will stand up and speak.

After being refuted by Song Baojun and his son, Wu Nanshan suddenly turned dark like coal.

Who is Wu Nanshan? It can be said that he has the highest status in the Wu family village. It is precisely because of this that when he comes, Wu Dapeng and others will take the initiative to stand up and sell him face and ask Song Baojun to come out to apologize to him.

But now, not only did this guy not apologize, he even stood up with another person to refute him, which made Wu Nanshan feel that his face was damaged, and he laughed furiously: "Okay, you really have the ability. If you bully my grandson, you dare to scold us for not having a tutor? Brother Dapeng, your people are really sharp-tongued."

Wu Dapeng's face suddenly became a little embarrassed. Wu Jingzhong and Wu Baoguo's brothers turned dark and wanted to run over and kick Song Baojun and his son.

I have made you apologize, why are you still persisting? If you offend this old man, their family will not get any benefits.

Wu Feilong seized this opportunity and looked directly at Song Baojun and said, "Cousin, you should apologize if you bully someone. Isn't this a natural thing? You are also rude to Grandpa Nanshan. I think your family is the tutor. There is something wrong with your family."

Wu Xiangxiang also snorted coldly and said angrily. "Hmph, that's right, what's wrong with a child playing and playing with him? Do you need an adult to intervene?"

"I don't think I should have brought him here. I'm not from our Wu family." Wu Ruoyu pushed the glasses that had fallen from his nose and smiled.

The three of them were very happy. This guy was so desperate that he would scold Wu Nanshan. Now his grandfather must be angry and wanted to drive this guy out of the house.

"Song Baojun, I'll apologize to Grandpa Nanshan immediately, otherwise your family will get back. There is no need to celebrate the New Year with us this year." Wu Dapeng also issued an ultimatum and was not patient to talk nonsense to Song Baojun.

He didn't want to get into a feud with Wu Nanshan's family for his sake, so as not to turn back and settle accounts and take revenge on him.

"Dad." Wu Guifang also stood up and looked at her father and shouted, feeling a little chilled.
Chapter completed!