1141 The Real World 8

At the same time, far away in the remote small mountain village of the Great Zhou Dynasty, one big and one small were sweating like rain, fighting hard with each punch and palm. Bei Yutang gestured with kid Mo with one hand, but kid Mo struggled to deal with it.

A quarter of an hour later, the boy Mo was defeated, his face was red, and he was breathing heavily.

"Mother, why do you always know which move I'm going to make every time?" After the boy Mo eased, he couldn't wait to ask.

Bei Yutang smiled and said, "Because my mother saw it in your eyes."

The boy Mo tilted his head in confusion, not understanding what this meant.

Bei Yutang explained: "When you make a move, your eyes have already betrayed you. Every time you make a move, your eyes will automatically look in that direction, and I will naturally know what your next move will be. already."

The kid Mo looked at her in surprise, and he didn't see it at all because he didn't feel it at all.

"Come on, give it a try." Bei Yutang wanted to get rid of his habit, otherwise, if he encountered a master in the future, he would definitely be eaten to death.

Kid Mo stood in front of Bei Yutang.

"You make a move now."

"Okay." Kid Mo was about to wave when he heard Bei Yutang call stop.

"Do you want to make this move now?" Bei Yutang gestured, and when the boy saw it, his eyes widened, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"If you don't get rid of this habit, you will encounter bad people in the future, and if you are seen by the bad people, you will only lose. So, from now on, remember what your mother said, and keep a look in your eyes. No one can see your intentions..."

Bei Yutang taught in a persuasive manner, and the boy Mo listened carefully.

Just then, there was a knock on the courtyard door.

The two stopped, and Bei Yutang asked the people outside while walking, "Who?"

The people outside the house did not respond, but the sound of knocking on the door still did not stop. The sound of 'bumping' seemed to break the wooden door.

Bei Yutang frowned slightly, knocking on the door of someone else's house was not the same way.

Bei Yutang opened the courtyard door, and the stench of wine came to his face. He saw a middle-aged man standing outside the door. He was wearing gray clothes. His clothes were wrinkled, and many places were covered with black dirt. , with disheveled hair and a beard face.

The middle-aged man squinted and smiled at Bei Yutang, showing his yellow teeth, accompanied by a strong bad breath, "Xiao Taotao, I'm here."

Saying that, the man was about to go into the yard.

"Stop, who are you?" Bei Yutang snorted coldly.

The middle-aged man opened his squinted eyes and looked at Bei Yutang earnestly. At this glance, a pair of eyes widened, and their eyes were full of astonishment.

"Beautiful, beautiful."

The sloppy middle-aged man spoke inarticulately, staring at Bei Yutang's beautiful face with thief eyes.

When the boy saw the person coming, he couldn't hide the disgust in his eyes.

Bei Yutang frowned, rummaging through the memories of the original owner, Mu Zhitao, and found who he was.

This man's name is Wang Fu, a widower in the next village, this man idles around all day, and has the same odor as the original owner of the peach tree. Before Bei Yutang came, he just hooked up with him.

Mu Zhitao wanted to marry him, but the other party thought she was too ugly, so he didn't agree, but this man was very good at it.