In the side hall, all the children and grandchildren are there.

Compared with the twenty-eight guest seats in the main hall, there are more than a hundred children and grandchildren.

The timid head of the family doesn't want to have trouble, and even brings a child of a few years.

It made the room more and more chaotic.

The key is, what about the seat?

No.

The standard for four dishes and one soup in the main hall is Huo Bao.

It is not good to waste extravagance and one soup is the standard.

Now that the finances are tight, you can save one point.

This is true in the main hall, and there is only one cup of tea in the side hall.

Each room has a small square table and four stools.

The families who come more often, the younger generation stands, and the families who come less often have more surplus.

Bao Baiying sat down with her two sons, looking calm.

The seats of the Guo family and the Bao family were next to each other. Mr. Guo couldn't help but lean over and asked in a low voice: "Brother Ying, what does this... Huo Shuai mean?"

The people in the seats next to them were straightened up.

"We are not the master!"

“…”

Everyone understands the truth, but it is too disrespectful.

Even when the magistrate was there, there was no such time for guests.

Even if it was not the yamen, the confidant staff came out to entertain everyone.

You should know that although everyone here is "children", it is said to the heads of each family. Some of them are those who are old and those who are forty-sighted after the Chinese New Year. They are also called "Masters" when they come and go.

The second master of the Wu family was annoyed.

He donated his prison student, and a magistrate brother relied on him, but he didn't even go into the main hall when he came to the banquet.

When I arrived at the side hall, this situation was the same again, and I couldn't bear it anymore.

He was with him, and all the juniors who followed him also got up.

The three families who depended on the Wu family couldn't sit still and stood up "Hulala".

"It's not a decent person when you look at him!"

Mr. Wu snorted coldly and was about to walk out.

"Tap" and the sound of rapid footsteps sounded, and two teams of young warriors came in at the door.

The two teams of warriors separated and walked out a slightly thin boy.

The young man was fifteen or sixteen years old. He had previously followed the little marshal to welcome guests at the door, and everyone looked familiar.

It's not someone else, it's Huo Bao.

Huo Bao's eyes were like swords, looking at the Wu family.

He arranged the seats, so he would not misjudgment the person, but he still said in a cold voice: "Wu Guangzong?"

"The rude is rude!"

Mr. Wu blushed in anger.

A teenager called him by his name in person. Isn’t this an insult?

Huo Bao looked at the three people following again: "Wu Rong! Wu Qing! Wu Mo!"

The first two boys stood up next to Mr. Wu with arrogance, looking like they shared the same hatred for the enemy.

Wu Mo is Wu's grandson and nephew. He is wearing a faded Confucian uniform. He is completely different from his two cousins. His expression is indifferent and nodding is considered to be a response.

Huo Bao glanced at Wu Mo and waved his hand behind him.

Two rows of young warriors rushed forward immediately.

The seats near the Wu family were overturned. The fast-reacting people had already retreated, and the slow-reacting people were pushed away.

"What are you going to do?"

Mr. Wu glared and shouted angrily.

"So brave!"

"Hmph, if you want to catch me, I will ask you to come out even if you want me!"

Several vassals wanted to come forward to stop them.

"ah!"

With a scream, the arm that came forward to stop someone was stabbed.

It's bloody!

"ah!"

"Ao!"

"Don't kill me!"

"Puff puff puff puff!"

"Plop!"

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Bao Xiaoer was so scared that he screamed, but his own father covered his mouth.

Mr. Guo Er had already hugged the two little ones beside him in his arms, not letting them see these things.

Wu Mo was closest to Wu Erye and his son, and was covered in blood, his face was pale, and he was already scared.

Ten people started to take action, and while breathing, the Wu family’s father and son were no longer in shape.

Huo Bao frowned and glared at the scouts.

Damn, I thought it was a rabbit chop!

If you kill someone, kill someone, and you will do this!

He ordered others to have a long memory, but he did not want to kill him.

The Song family's seats were next to the Wu family and had been avoided before.

Everyone's faces were not good-looking.

In addition to fear, there is also anger.

No matter how bad Mr. Wu and his son are, they are just not rude. Because of this, they will die, which is too unreasonable!

The older ones are fine, but they know the powerful relationship and can suppress the heart fire; the younger ones are passionate and impulsive.

A boy from the Song family stretched out his arm and pulled Wu Mo back two steps.

Huo Bao looked over and saw the young man blocking Wu Mo behind him, and looked at him with his cheeks puffed.

Looking at the ready-to-go, if someone dares to touch Wu Mo, he will fight to the death.

The Song family was shocked and got busy and wanted to pull the boy.

A bastard is at stake, life and death are at stake, can you be loyal?

However, the boy stood upright and stopped Wu Mo and refused to move.

However, Wu Mo woke up and pushed the young man away, facing Huo Bao.

But at the age of sixteen or seventeen, his body was trembling, his face was filled with fear, anger, and confusion.

Huo Bao glanced at the three families who had previously agreed with the Wu family. They all turned into quails, but they were not as decent as the two teenagers.

The room was full of blood and disgusting.

Several young children were so scared that they couldn't help crying, but their mouths were blocked by their families, leaving only the whimper like a kitten.

Huo Bao's eyes fell on the Song family.

The boy was already suppressed by his family and could not move.

The Song family was sweating on their foreheads and was almost unable to stand firmly because they were seen.

This time, Wu Mo took a step sideways and blocked the Song family behind him.

Huo Bao's eyes fell on Wu Mo again, and the boy's eyes showed a little determination.

At this time, a young warrior came in and sent a message: "The Marshal asked to take people over!"

Huo Bao nodded and said to everyone: "Summoner, let's go!" As he said that, his eyes fell on the Song family.
To be continued...