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Old Jack reached out and took it, examining it closely before slamming his cane to the ground with a thud.
He started swearing and cursing, spitting everywhere:
"Who the hell are you, father?! You're a complete disgrace to fatherhood, abandoning your mistress and running away?!"
How could you be so heartless to such a filial and sensible child?!
He pulled Tang San over:
"Come on, Xiao San, forget about your damned old man, let that bastard go to hell. Come with me, from now on you will be my grandson and I will be your grandfather!"
I'll take care of you.
Tang San remained motionless, his eyes already turning somewhat cold.
He snatched the letter from old Jack's hand and wiped it as if he were disgusted by something.
The tone was very flat:
“Grandpa Jack, my father did nothing wrong. Even if he did, it’s not your place to insult him.”
I respect you as an elder, but I only want to hear about this once.
Tang San forcefully broke free from Old Jack's grasp and walked straight back.
He admitted that he had been careless and had not considered things carefully. People like Old Jack simply did not understand his father.
How can a father's love be a source of strength if he doesn't understand it at all?
He doesn't deserve it!
That's right, he doesn't deserve it, Tang San thought to himself.
Of all virtues, filial piety is the most important; fathers should be fathers and sons should be sons.
A son obeys his father's words and respects his father's teachings; when he hears his father's teachings, he will follow them.
People like old Jack have no idea what it means to be a father!
This guy who dared to insult his own father deserved to die if it weren't for the fact that he had helped him before!
"Little San!"
Old Jack's somewhat aged face couldn't hide his shock. He never expected that Tang San, whom he usually considered very sensible, would say such a thing.
Sure enough, it's all that idiot Tang Hao's fault!
They've harmed the children in their own village!
Heartbroken and distraught, he beat his feet and pounded his chest, then hurriedly caught up with Tang San, leaning on his crutch and following step by step beside him.
"Oh dear, it's Grandpa's fault, it's all Grandpa's fault. Please come back with me."
How can someone like you manage?
Tang San dodged Old Jack's outstretched hand:
"No need, Grandpa Jack, I can live just fine on my own."
The Ghost Douluo in the Dark:
A soul beast and a human mating—is this what they produce as children? It's terrifying; they must have some kind of mental problem.
Chapter 117 Tang San Lets Himself Go Free
117.
Ghost Douluo couldn't help but complain in his heart.
It is well known that when a person is usually very quiet, they generally have a lot of inner thoughts.
Commonly known as "secretly passionate".
Ghost Douluo is this type of character.
After witnessing Tang San's strange behavior, his heart was filled with a certain emotion.
If you want to confide in someone, you should have someone nearby who can start a conversation.
Who was it? It seemed to be a broken chrysanthemum.
It feels like I've lost someone who could speak up for me.
Ghost Douluo, silently observing Tang San, felt he was wasting his time. This being, born from the union of a human and a soul beast, seemed mentally unstable.
After observing for another half day, Ghost Douluo returned to the Spirit Hall.
Having escaped this ordeal, Tang San added two more words to the already dilapidated signboard of his blacksmith shop.
"Closed for business!"
Although these two words are frequently used.
After all, Tang Hao only sells his labor to earn money when he's broke; otherwise, he's indifferent to the villagers.
As the Haotian Douluo himself, he should be grateful that he was able to forge farming tools for them. How could they still make such demands?
I’ve spoiled you!
Tang San lay on the bed, silently contemplating the future.
A few days later.
In the blacksmith shop of Holy Soul Village, the sound of hammers striking the ground echoed one after another, like a toddler just learning to walk.
The irregular sounds seemed chaotic and disorderly.
Tang San wielded the iron hammer in his hand, despite possessing the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Mysterious Jade Hand.
But my internal strength is not enough, and my body is not strong enough. How could my father swing such a heavy iron hammer so easily on ordinary days?
How much does a person's strength increase after they grow up?
Shaking his head in confusion, Tang San put the iron hammer in his hand on the ground.
Breathing heavily.
He scooped a bowl of water from the water vat and poured it on himself.
He breathed a long sigh of relief.
Sitting on that bed that I didn't want to wash, that still smelled of my father.
Tang San began eating his lunch for the day—spicy rabbit head.
With the ability to freely access stored iron blocks, Tang San finally created his first hidden weapon—a low-quality version of the Soul-Breaking Nail.
As a master of mechanical concealed weapons, he is preparing to create the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow.
"The Flying Claw should also be put on the agenda."
As Tang San ate the ordinary rabbit he had shot with a hidden weapon, he thought to himself.
During this time, Tang San began to learn how to be a blacksmith.
You should know that he is a master of concealed weapons, and he also possesses the wisdom of an adult, no, far beyond that of an adult.
Having watched Tang Hao's four years of blacksmithing practice, even without actually trying it, one can tell from Tang Hao's usual perfunctory approach.
Even a dog can learn by watching it for four years.
After a week of getting used to it, Tang San looked at the scythe he had forged and fell into deep thought.
Why do I feel like I'm hitting better than my father? Is it just my imagination?
"Oh, Little San, your sickle is much better than the one your deadbeat dad made. The one he made for me last time broke after only a short time."
"You're the better one; I'll give you a few more copper soul coins."
The farmer, carrying his sickle, walked away happily.
Tang San stared silently at the 20 copper soul coins on the table. These people, one by one, were constantly criticizing their father.
They all practically have ways to get themselves killed!
Swallowing his humiliation, Tang San clenched the copper soul coins tightly and put them into his pocket.
There's no way around it; the iron blocks used to forge the sickle are also a cost.
I have no choice but to put up with this for now. A small act of impatience could ruin a big plan. I need to get my funds circulating.
Obstructed and long.
With a cold snort, Tang San closed the door and lowered the window support.
In the dimly lit room, Tang San sat cross-legged and began to cultivate his Xuan Tian Gong.
During these days, Tang San suddenly realized that Tang Hao's departure was not all bad.
At least now I no longer have any worries about cultivating Tang Sect techniques; the space in this room is entirely my own.
Do whatever you want.
Moreover, starting with the first order today, I now have a source of income.