Yao Wenyuan didn't dare to resist and could only run away with his head in his hands.
As he ran, he refused to be outdone and shouted, "It's obviously wild grass style, I'm not wrong! You've been copying calligraphy for years without any progress, and you won't let anyone say so? Plus, my dad is the eldest in the family, I don't have an uncle!"
Yao Zhi stumbled upon hearing this, almost being 'filially' killed by this grandson.
Yao Wenyuan was young, with a nimble body, and ran faster than a rabbit.
Yao Zhi chased for a while but couldn't catch up, blowing his beard and glaring in anger, pointing at Yao Wenyuan and cursing, "Had I known you would be such an annoyance, I would have shot your father against the wall back then!"
Yao Wenyuan was not to be outdone: "Stop saying useless things! If you're so capable, go shoot my father against the wall now, so I can directly divide up the inheritance!"
