"How long are you going to kneel down? Why don't you go out and pour tea!"

With Mi Zhen in his heart, Tao Ying looked at the four maids in front of him. There was no trace of beauty in their looks. They were all crude and vulgar, and they were simply unsightly.

"No!"

Tao Ying's ruthless scolding made the four Dongguan girls kneeling on the ground feel like they were being pardoned. They got up from the ground and ran out of the living room happily.

"Masochism?"

Tao Ying was a little confused by the reaction of this group of Dongguan girls, and he couldn't react for a while.

"Zifang, you came just in time, I just have something to discuss with you!"

Taking Mi Fang's arm, Tao Ying enthusiastically pulled him to sit down in front of the desk.

"Murderous!"

Mi Fang, who was pulled by Tao Ying to sit down, looked at Tao Ying with fear, feeling that Tao Ying seemed a little abnormal today.

After the maid served tea and retired, Tao Ying rubbed his hands, organized some words, and looked at Mi Fang with an earnest look.

"That's right, I..."

Before Tao Ying could finish his words, he was interrupted by the voice of his elder brother, the potter outside the door.

"Second brother, daddy is here to see you!"

Tao Ying and Mi Fang looked at each other and quickly stood up to greet them.

"Abba!"

"Tao Shijun!"

The visitor is none other than Tao Ying’s cheap dad Tao Qian and Tao Gongzu.

A kind old man with an upright body, gentleness and extraordinary appearance, who is over fifty-seven years old.

Behind Tao Qian stood Tao Ying's brother Tao Shang, who was about 22 or 23 years old, with a frail body and elegant appearance.

"Zifang is here too."

Tao Qian nodded towards Mi Fang with a warm look on his face.

After all, he is Mi Zhu's younger brother, the "God of Wealth" in Xuzhou, so at least Tao Qian has to give him some respect.

"Humph!"

Just like playing face-changing, when Tao Qian's eyes fell on Tao Ying's face, it instantly became as cold as frost.

"I only know about sex and pleasure all day long, and I am wasting my good years in idleness!"

Tao Qian began to teach his son a lesson. As the "culprit", Mi Fang suddenly looked embarrassed, even a little ashamed, and wanted to say goodbye and leave.

"Hehe..."

She had just adapted to Tao Ying's identity, but now she was scolded when she met Tao Qianpu. Tao Ying, who felt guilty, could only hide his discomfort by hitting him.

"Daddy, Chongguang is safe and sound. It is truly a blessing from God and the blessing of our ancestors. We should give food to everyone. Above, we thank God for his kindness, and below, we accumulate yin virtues!"

Perhaps seeing Tao Ying's embarrassment, Tao Shang hurriedly came out to show his wits and save the "difficult brother".

"What my son said is true. God has blessed Chongguang and he is safe. It is really my luck, Mrs. Tao, and my luck, Tao Qian!"

Sure enough, the potter's suggestion instantly diverted Tao Qian's attention.

"Shang'er, I'll leave it to you to handle the matter of donating food."

Tao Qian looked at his eldest son Tao Shang with satisfaction, and his expression became as warm as spring again.

"No!"

"Wait!"

The happy pottery merchant was just about to turn around and make arrangements for donating food, when Tao Ying hurriedly called out to stop him.

"Chongguang, don't you agree with giving food?"

Tao was not short of food, and Tao Ying was not a stingy person. Because of this, the pottery merchant was confused.

"Eldest brother has misunderstood. I don't object to giving food, but I can't give it casually!"

Seeing several people staring at him with puzzled eyes, Tao Ying hurriedly explained.

"Give me some food, just to get rid of bad luck and bring good luck. What's so complicated, and what kind of flowers can you play with?"

Not to mention that the pottery merchant was puzzled, even Tao Qian and Mi Fang were full of suspicion.

"This food can only be given to the Yellow Turban thieves!"

Tao Ying's words were shocking.

"Gui Zi, what did you say?"

Hearing that Tao Ying wanted to give food to the Yellow Turban thieves, Tao Qian was furious. He looked around for the "weapons" he had and wanted to kill Tao Ying, the "national thief"!

"Chongguang, don't talk nonsense! Have you forgotten why my father, the governor of Xuzhou, came to be?"

While the pottery merchant was comforting Tao Qian, he winked at his younger brother Tao Ying and told him to run away quickly.

"Ha, did I hear it correctly?"

Mi Fang, the only outsider standing aside, was shocked when she heard that Tao Ying wanted to give food to the Yellow Turban thieves.

If the conversation between the tiger father and his son were spread, it is estimated that Tao Qian would lose his job as the governor of Xuzhou, which he had just received.

Tao Qian's ending was that he was either driven out of Xuzhou by the nobles and powerful men, or was gloriously persuaded to retire by Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty who had only a short time left.

"This is not about raising the bandits to respect themselves, what is it?"

Mi Fang could leave before, but now she is in a dilemma.

It would be inappropriate to stay and see other people's family ugliness; if you leave, it will definitely create a rift between Tao and his son.

"Oh! I didn't look at the almanac when I went out today. It's really unlucky!"

Mi Fang glanced at Tao Ying with resentment and complained secretly.

"If I had known that you had broken your head, you might as well have fallen to death. What would you do if you came back to life? Is it just torture?"

Mi Fang only has time to greet the eighteenth generation of Tao Ying's ancestors.

"Be calm and don't be impatient!"

Seeing Tao Qian furious and acting like he was righteous enough to kill off his relatives, Tao Ying, a man of two generations, instantly became angry.

"Are you going to stop letting people talk?"

Although he became Tao Qian's son, Tao Ying always had a barrier with Tao Qian deep down in his heart; this barrier was very thin, but very tough and difficult to break.

"If we behave like the original owner again, wouldn't we have to make the same mistakes again?"

Therefore, Tao Ying "breaks the pot and breaks the pot" and is determined to carry out the "rebellious son" to the end, and his tone is a bit more tough and indifferent.

"Guizi, who are you talking to?!"

Tao Ying's tone made Tao Qian startled. How could his cowardly son become so tough and rebellious?

"Dad, please don't be angry. Chongguang is speaking in a hurry, but he doesn't mean any harm."

The pottery merchant who tried his best to comfort Tao Qian also felt dizzy.

"Is this still the same Tao Chongguang who shivered like a mouse seeing a cat when he saw his father?"

Mi Fang's eyes widened and she looked at Tao Yinglai in front of her again.

"Based on the current situation, Tao Zhongguang's fall was really serious this time!"

Tao Ying doesn't know what Mi Fang is thinking about Tao Shang, and he can't care about it for the time being. He currently wants to explain the nature of peasant revolution to cheap dad Tao Qian.

"Of course you should know why my father was appointed as the governor of Xuzhou. It was all because of the suppression of the Yellow Turban bandits in Xuzhou."

"But, have you ever thought about it? In less than five years, even without Zhang Jiao, Zhang Liang, and Zhang Bao brothers, the Yellow Turban bandits have reappeared. What is the reason?"

Before Tao Qian could speak, the outspoken pottery merchant expressed his opinion first.

"There must be no food to eat again. Are you coming out to grab food? Is it because you are an official?"

Mi Fang agrees with the reasons given by the pottery merchant.

"The Yellow Turban thieves are not engaged in production. Apart from robbing large households, what do they eat and wear?"

Tao Qian's heart moved and he didn't say a word to Tao Shang and Mi Fang's explanation.

"Presumably, it's not that simple."

At this moment, Tao Qian's face, which was originally livid due to being disobeyed, gradually softened. Looking at Tao Ying, in addition to gentleness, there was also a trace of expectation on his face that was not easily noticed.

"Brother is right, the Yellow Turban thieves are causing trouble just to steal food and money!"

Tao Ying did not deny the pottery merchant's argument, but raised a brand new question.

"Why do they take risks without caring about their lives? Isn't it bad to live?"

The potter opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer. He had never thought about such a boring question.
To be continued...