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Chapter 201

When Brother Zhao was rolled into the quilt by Fang Zichen, he was still worried, fearing that the good boy would cause trouble at night if he left her. Fang Zichen was unhappy when he saw that he was absent-minded.

In such an exciting and inspiring moment, what is this guy thinking?

His unhappiness was all reflected on his face. Brother Zhao supported his chest with one hand and stroked his face with his other hand, stroking it slowly with his thumb.

"What are you thinking about?" Fang Zichen asked dullly.

Brother Zhao said honestly: "I'm afraid that the child will make a fuss in the middle of the night."

"What a fart, he will hug me from left to right now. At the peak of his life, I am afraid he will be too happy to miss his childhood." Fang Zichen said.

"What nonsense are you talking about? He is only three years old, what does he know?" Brother Zhao put his arms around his neck, pulled him closer with a little force, raised his head and kissed him.

Fang Zichen didn't just think about it, he also longed for it.

Fang Zichen's hot chest pressed against Brother Zhao's bulging shoulder blades, and he kissed him very softly. His hot lips ran along the corners of his mouth inch by inch. Brother Zhao's originally thin waist became even more stretched when he leaned forward. It's as slender as a willow, but it's really hard to hold.

Fang Zichen held Brother Zhao's earlobe, which was as red as blood, and his hoarse voice went straight into his sensitive ears.

"Brother Zhao, I want you!"

He knew clearly that Brother Zhao would not refuse, but he still suppressed his desire to ask when he was most emotional. Only with Brother Zhao's approval would he be willing to take the next step.

He respected him, even on the bed, when he was about to be overwhelmed by desire, he still gave him this respect.

Brother Zhao held Fang Zichen's shoulders tightly and looked at those close eyes, the smile in his eyes gradually brightened.

The two went crazy all night.

When the rain of war first subsided, there was a knock on the door, and Yang Mingyi came back with his darling in his arms.

The good boy's eyes were red. Brother Zhao hadn't recovered yet, with obvious lust on his face. Fang Zichen came to open the door. As soon as he saw him, the good boy threw himself into his arms, saying that he was too young and lacked yang energy. If you can't protect the two little brothers, let Fang Zichen go and he can protect his father.

Fang Zichen wanted to punish him.

Brother Zhao was making the bed, and the good boy squeezed into his arms, holding his clothes tightly with both hands, and then closed his eyes again.

Zuixiaolou closed early, but his own shop was still open.

It wasn't until the 28th that Brother Zhao closed the door.

Brother Zhao left three roast ducks for Lin Xiaoxia and his wife. Although they had already bought food and drinks in the store, he thought they might go out for a trip during the New Year, so he gave them a few hundred coins to keep as flowers. Brother Zhou I also gave him two hundred coins.

For the women and husbands who helped at home, Brother Zhao gave each of them two kilograms of meat and a bottle of hot sauce.

They came not long ago, so they didn't give as much as Brother Zhou, but it was still a good New Year's gift.

The hot sauce is expensive, costing a bottle of 100 Wen, and no one in the village has ever tasted it. But seeing that Brother Zhao is selling well, I have long wanted to try it. Now I will take it home, and the aroma will come out as soon as I open it. , spicy and violent, a fragrance that I have never smelled before.

"My dear." Seeing a layer of light yellow rapeseed oil floating above, Mrs. Liu swallowed her saliva. Even if the goods bought with money were given as gifts, the people in the village were frugal. There was not much chili sauce in the town. The gang bought it back and finished it in a few days. Brother Zhao said when he gave it to him that if he wanted to keep the hot sauce for a long time, he should not touch it with water. Ms. Liu remembered this and dipped it with clean chopsticks. Take a taste.

He Daleng asked anxiously: "How does it taste?"

Liu didn't know a single Chinese character, so he couldn't say anything fancy. He kept talking, but in the end he could only hold back one sentence: "It's delicious."

He Daleng was stunned. He scooped some, tasted it, and sighed after a while: "This is delicious. No wonder it sells so well. Brother Zhao is also very smart. He can actually do this with the peppers in the field." " There's

so much oil, it's not very spicy. I guess it's because of the sugar." Uncle Liu said, "No wonder it's so expensive."

The families who got the hot sauce were so happy. No ear-to-ear, although this thing is small, it is worth a hundred cents! I was not happy to get ten days' wages for nothing. I cut some meat to fry in the evening. As I ate, I couldn't help praising Brother Zhao for his generosity.

Although the people in the village were a little nagging, they were not too bad. After getting the good news, they also wanted to do more work for Brother Zhao in the future.

At dawn in the morning, Wang Damei knocked on the door. He asked Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen to take the children to kill the pigs.

Butchers usually do the work of killing pigs, but Liu Gouzi, the only pig butcher in the village, said that he accidentally injured his hand while chopping wood and could no longer do it. Anyone who wanted to kill pigs had to find someone to do it themselves. .

How can a husband and his children do such a job? Wang Damei called over, but he just asked people to watch the fun and move around.

It's still early, the children haven't gotten up yet, and it's cold outside. Normally, everyone wouldn't get up so quickly, but Yang Mingyi has never seen anyone kill a pig, and Wang Damei's voice is as loud as a gong or a drum. When Yang Mingyi hears it, , shook the little wind, and said, go kill the pig.

Wang Damei called several more houses. On the way back, someone asked: "Did you call for Mr. Fang too?"

"Yes, but they hadn't gotten up when I went there. I think it will take a while before he comes."

"Will he come?" Someone said. murmur.

Killing pigs is not only hard work, but also dirty. Most people are not willing to do it, let alone a scholar.

How could Wang Damei not know what everyone was thinking? If it were Scholar Wang from Xiaorong Village, Wang Damei would never dare to scream.

First, he won't come if he calls, and second, if he calls, he will feel that she looks down on him.

How can a scholar who is elegant, refined, and aloof be able to do the work of a butcher?

But Fang Zichen is different. This man is willing to do any job. Although he has the temperament and appearance of the eldest young master, he is very easy-going.

In the past, when Brother Zhao was with him, everyone would often murmur that he was penniless and had no place. He was born as a young master and probably didn't know anything. In the end, he had to take care of Brother Zhao. The result is good, I really don't know how to do many things, but I am willing to learn and do it. I help the Zhou family harvest corn, help Brother Zhao wash clothes, and can carry big bags when I go out. It's amazing and hardworking.

A diligent person was lying in bed, and Brother Zhao used all his strength to drag him up from the bed.

Fang Zichen frowned and was very unhappy: "You asked me to kill pigs? Do I look like I can kill pigs? If you don't want to go, I want to sleep for a while." It's so cold outside that it doesn't feel good to lie in bed. ?.

"Aunt Keren called out, and I answered." Brother Zhao let go of his hand and began to treat him: "If you don't want to go, don't go! It's very cold outside, and I feel bad when you go and get cold."

Last time . Because of Aunt He's relationship, there is still a bit of a gap in the relationship with the village chief's family. Although he told Wang Damei that it was okay, the village chief and Mr. He must have felt bad. They would come to the door and call him. If they didn't go, they should think more. .

He stood up and put on his clothes: "I heard that her pig has been raised for almost a year. I think it is quite big. A few years ago, I heard that Uncle He went to help people kill pigs and was kicked by the pigs to the kneecap. I'm lame! I can't hold a knife, but I can help you. I hope nothing will happen."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zichen stood up straight.

Brother Zhao pursed his lips and suppressed a smile.

"Stop it and go to sleep some more."

Fang Zichen looked at him silently, thinking that this man must have just taken two sips of green tea: "You said that on purpose, do you think I can still sleep? You have such a small body. If someone is kicked, you will be lame. Are you afraid? You have to just lie down on the bed."

Brother Zhao laughed and threw the cotton coat to him: "Then get up quickly."

After washing and dressing, he waited for a while while waiting for Brother Zhao to lead the three children to Fangzi. When morning came, the pigs had been driven out.

Not many families in the village can afford to kill pigs during the Chinese New Year. Only "big households" like the village chief and He Daleng can afford to kill pigs.

Of course, you don't just eat it all for yourself, the main thing is to sell it. People in the village usually don't want to eat meat, but during the Chinese New Year, they always buy some.

It was inconvenient to go to the town. If someone raised pigs at this time, they would come to order it.

The ones sold in the village are also cheaper than those in the town.

The village chief set up a big pot in the yard. The stove was a makeshift stove and there was a bench next to it. The kitchen was small, so killing pigs in it was often inconvenient.

That pig is running around in the yard right now. Its limbs are black, except for the back, which is whiter. It's covered in dirty shit. What's going on!

Fang Zichenguang felt like he had no idea what to do when he looked at it.

The pig was wild and untamed, and was being chased by seven or eight young men. It didn't give up, and even started to push people, causing everyone to run around.

Guai Zai and Yang Mingyi's three children looked outside the yard and laughed, thinking it was so fun.

The men were killing the pigs, and the husband and wife went to choose and wash the vegetables. Brother Zhao went to work, and Fang Zichen stood in the yard, stretched out his hand, and when he was about to touch the pig, he retracted it.

After fighting the pig for just one round, Hexi was pushed to the ground.

Fang Zichen shook his head. This man was really inferior and was only suitable for cleaning pig intestines.

A few young men finally caught up and couldn't hold them down. These young men were inexperienced and hurriedly pulled at them. Then they hugged and hugged each other indiscriminately, as if they wanted to use the human sea tactic to kill the pigs alive. Crushed to death, it's a pity that this pig, which is over 200 years old, is not a vegetarian. Seeing them being kicked so hard that they were knocked upside down, Fang Zichen also found it funny.

The courtyard door was wide open. It seemed that he didn't expect the pig to be so crazy. He didn't expect him to run away. The pig accidentally ran outside. As soon as Fang Zichen chased him out, he saw that his three children were all mowed down by the pig before they could run away. Arrived at the roadside.

"Hey..."

He was dressed thickly and rolled away like a good boy.

Fang Zichen was afraid that he would cry and wanted to jump down and hug him. Unexpectedly, after he struggled to get up, he laughed and said it was so fun!

Fang Zichen: "..."

Yang Mingyi patted his clothes and climbed up from below with Xiaofeng.

"Brother Fang, come on, the pig is about to run away." the village chief shouted.

Fang Zichen didn't care about the child anymore. After catching up, he gritted his teeth and grabbed its hind legs. He was so strong that the pig wouldn't let go no matter how hard the pig kicked him. Then he suppressed the crazy pig with his own strength. Several young men behind him also After catching up, everyone tried their best to drag the pig back to the yard and put it on the bench. Hexi took out a long knife. The pig seemed to know what was going to happen. It screamed and struggled desperately. Fortunately, there were so many young men. , which added up to almost a thousand kilograms. With the advantage of tonnage, I finally conquered this vegetable weighing more than two hundred kilograms.

When he stabbed his throat, the blood really spurted three meters away. Wang Damei brought a big basin to catch it. It was steaming and bubbling. Fang Zichen had experience in killing ducks, but he thought the child was still young, so this scene was too bloody. I wanted the child to go outside to play first, but when I looked up, I saw the good boy covering his eyes, and Yang Mingyi squatting aside, watching without blinking.

This little guy...

Fang Zichen felt that he had lost his character recently.

Chapter 202:

Fang Zichen doesn't know how to do the job of shaving. Everyone thinks that he is a scholar, and he is already very good at carrying pigs. The job of shaving is too dirty, so they don't let him do it. Fang Zichen falls behind. Qing Jing, Mr. He called him into the room. Fang Zichen knew what he was going to say, which was just to ask him to forgive Aunt He and not to argue with her as a woman. Fang Zichen did not say forgive, nor did he say not to forgive. Mr. He looked at him Her expression showed that she knew that if she continued to talk, let alone forgiving her daughter, she would even be hated by him. She sighed helplessly and changed the topic to talk to him about something else.

Killing pig rice is simple to make, just stew pig blood with cabbage, and stir-fry pork liver and lungs.

Brother Zhao was washing green onions. He usually didn't eat much of this stuff, he just put some in it to taste when cooking. Today there were many people and the pig offal was fishy, ​​so there were more green onions. Fang Zichen found him and knelt down to wash it with him. , his hands kept moving and his mouth was mean, making Brother Zhao laugh all the time.

The woman washing vegetables next to her couldn't tell what she was feeling, she just felt sour.

Aunt He also came today, but she didn't come out of the room. She stared at Fang Zichen from the small window with a sinister look in her eyes.

That day when she saw her daughter being spoken to so harshly by Fang Zichen, she was so angry that she just wanted to save some face, so she said that He Huihui was good-looking, and she would not be allowed to marry anyone, so choosing you would only give you face.

Here, it is emphasized that a woman's lack of talent is a virtue, and being good-looking is indeed an admission ticket to a wealthy family. When He Huihui was able to marry into the town, people were interested in her because she was good-looking!

Fang Zichen retorted: "There's no way she can get in! It's like your house. I

don't think she can even get in the pigsty." As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience laughed. She still feels embarrassed. If she dared to go out, the head of the house scolded her, and Old Man He also scolded her. No one understood her grievances, and Aunt He hated Fang Zichen to the core.

...

Brother Zhao washed the onions and said with a smile: "Where are the children?"

"They are looking for mouse holes outside!" When Fang Zichen said this, he felt that he had done something wrong.

I really feel sorry for the mice in the village.

The children may have blown up all the mouse holes in Xiaohe Village.

Hey, this mouse is also pitiful. In the middle of winter, it gets messed with by someone.

The village chief's family is considered an old native, with many relatives and friends. Several tables of people came. Fang Zichen and his three children sat at the same table as the village chief. It was a bit crowded, so he put the good boy on his knees.

Carrying the child to eat is mostly done by women. Men never care about these things. The good boy points out where to pick up the food and feeds him before he takes the bowl to eat.

This big pot of rice and dishes was cooked poorly, and Yang Mingyi was well-dressed. Wang Damei knew that he was the brother of Fang Xiaozi's employer, and was afraid that he wouldn't be used to it. She also thought about cooking some dishes for him alone, but Yang Mingyi actually I didn't mind it, I ate whatever was on the table without choosing anything.

Just after leaving the village chief's house, He Daleng's family called again. After leaving He Daleng's house, Aunt Liu came again.

Aunt Liu's family also killed a pig?

That's not it, just kill the chicken and ask them to come over for dinner in the evening.

He stayed at other people's houses to eat all day long.

But it's not okay if I don't go. If I don't go, does that mean I'm not giving myself face?

On the 29th, it was a rare day of good weather. The sun came out. Brother Zhao got up early and took the soaked glutinous rice to Aunt Liu's house, saying he was going to make glutinous rice cakes.

Glutinous rice is not cheap. It is much more expensive than ordinary rice. The old house of the village chief has been built for decades and has not collapsed. Fang Zichen heard from Brother Zhao that it was because glutinous rice was used when it was originally built.

Houses made of glutinous rice mixed with soil are extremely strong, but unfortunately expensive. Not every household can afford it. Most people use mud directly. When the soil dries, there will be holes and cracks. When it rains, it will rain heavily outside, and inside It rained a little and it was still not strong enough, so it had to be rebuilt after more than ten years.

Fang Zichen followed to help. The three children had breakfast and then went to blow up mouse holes somewhere.

They were almost homeless all day long, and Xiaohe Village was about to be blown up by them.

Glutinous rice cake is not difficult to make. The soaked glutinous rice is steamed in a bamboo basket and taken out when it is cooked. Uncle Liu's family has a big thing, made of stone, with an empty middle like a big stone bowl. Fang Zichen met Zhao Geer in the same week The brother poured the steamed glutinous rice into it, then gave him a big L-shaped mallet and asked him to beat it.

Fang Zichen didn't understand what they were going to do, but Brother Zhao asked him to do it, so he did it.

It was easy to work with at first, but the more the glutinous rice was smashed, the stickier it became. It was like all-purpose glue and stuck to the wooden hammer, but Fang Zichen was very tired.

After finishing one pot, there is another pot.

Brother Zhou glanced outside, then went into the kitchen to make rice dumplings with Brother Zhao. These are made for worshiping gods and ancestors. Three are enough. Because glutinous rice is more expensive than meat, everyone usually doesn't make much. Zhao My brother is not short of this little money now. Thinking about how many children he has at home, he packs more.

"That guy in your family is really energetic." Brother Zhou gently bumped Brother Zhao with his arm: "Is he also so energetic in bed?"

People in the village are like this. After getting married, their cheeks seem to become thicker. When a girl is about to get married, her face turns red with embarrassment when she mentions a man. But after she gets married, especially after giving birth to a child, she is neither shy nor ashamed.

In the past when I went to the river to wash clothes, Brother Zhao often listened to the women talking about these things. How many times a night does your man have? Looking at the tall and strong man, he must be very powerful.

Just listening to these words made me feel ashamed. Now Brother Zhou asked him so carelessly, his face turned red and blood dripped.

"They are all people who have given birth to children, but they are still so thin-skinned!" Brother Zhou said.

Brother Zhao glared at him: "It's true that you are not as thick as you. You dare to ask anything."

Brother Zhou chuckled: "I think he must be quite fierce. I heard from my dear boy that the legs of your bed are all broken."

Brother Zhao Son: "..."

This silly kid talks about everything.

The bed legs were indeed broken, and Qian'er found something to cushion them on his own.

Brother Zhou said: "I really envy you."

Brother Zhao was too shy and didn't reply. There was a quarrel outside the yard, and there was chattering. It was the children who were back.

After running around for a day, I came back and rushed into the kitchen to line up to fetch water. I saw that my family had cooked delicious food, so I didn't go out now.

The good boy said goodbye to his friends: "Come to my house tonight to play. Fireworks are more fun than throwing cannons. Are you coming?"

How can I not come? I have to come!

In the past, when it got dark at night, the children were kept at home. The adults had to get up early in the morning to work, so they had to close the door to prevent them from playing outside. During the past few days during the Chinese New Year, the adults were free and there was no need to worry about it in the morning. After working in the fields, I can sleep in.

Yang Mingyi and Xiaofeng stayed in the kitchen to help. There was little work that the good boy could do. Seeing Fang Zichen sweating profusely from beating the glutinous rice, he immediately took out the sweat towel from his back and said that he wanted to wipe Fang Zichen's sweat.

Fang Zichen stopped working, bent over and handed his face to him. After wiping it, he just beat it twice, and sweat started to come out again.

The good boy frowned, he couldn't live without him, but he kept asking Fang Zichen to stop working and wipe his sweat, and he couldn't do much work. His eyes rolled, then hissed, and he shouted Fang Zichen squatted down, climbed on his back, wrapped his hands around his neck, and lay down firmly.

This job only requires the strength of the arms, and the body does not need to move much, but when it is gently rocked, it is as comfortable as sitting on a rocking chair. When the boy saw that he was sweating again, he had a free hand to help him wipe the sweat, and then She pursed her pink lips and smacked his face: "Father, come on, good boy, I'll give you energy."

Fang Zichen: "..."

I don't know if I can have energy, but I'm carrying a child on my back. The work seems to be getting more tiring.

Damn, thank you so much.

After pounding for almost two hours, the glutinous rice was finally ready. Aunt Liu kneaded the dough like making steamed buns, broke it out, kneaded it into fist-sized balls, and stuffed the stuffing with brown sugar, peanuts, and sesame seeds. After all, it was her own filling. It was made with sweat and tears. As soon as it was kneaded, Fang Zichen ate one. It was soft and glutinous, fragrant and sweet, and quite delicious. It was not in vain for him to bleed, sweat and cry.

The four children each held one and sat under the eaves to eat it.

In the afternoon, Hexi came over and told him that the fish pond in the clan had been drained. He asked if he would like to catch some fish to eat and sell them very cheaply.

It didn't matter whether he ate or not. Fang Zichen wasn't greedy for the food, but it only cost a few pennies per kilogram. It was only available during the Chinese New Year, so he had to take advantage of it.

Fang Zichen hurriedly ran home to get the bucket, and the four children followed behind him, huffing and puffing. Brother Zhao looked at it funny, and Aunt Liu also laughed and said: "This kid, Fang said he was half dead from exhaustion, and he didn't rest for two days." I can't recover. I'm going to look alive again! He's a young man after all."

Brother Zhao put the rice dumplings in the pot, closed the lid, wiped his hands, and said he was going to see the fish in his family. The pond is big, and there are all kinds of fish in it. Fang Zichen is a big fan of food, so he is afraid that he will catch whichever fish he sees. Although these fish are all collectively called fish, the meat quality is different, and some are small. There are many thorns, the meat is woody, the fishy smell is strong, and it is very unpalatable. If you have a few children at home, it is best to choose fish with large spines.

"Go!" Aunt Liu said: "I'll watch here. Brother Zhou will go too, catch two and keep them for eating."

The fish pond in the clan is wide and big, with some dead lotus stems in it, and the water has not been drained cleanly. , there are still some left. If they are all put away, the fish will die from lack of water. Although the people in the village are not very picky, they can eat fresh ones, who wants to eat the dead ones.

When Fang Zichen arrived with a big wooden bucket, there were already many people inside.

This fish takes a lot of oil to cook, and the cooking skills are not good, and the cooked fish is also fishy. In order to save money and fuel, everyone doesn't eat it very much on weekdays, but this is the Chinese New Year, there must be meat and vegetables on the table, not to mention eating at home, relatives When you come, you have to have something good to entertain you. Fish is not as delicious as pork, but it is more fragrant than Chinese cabbage.

On weekdays, a catty weighed seven cents, but today it was only five cents. Everyone wanted to catch more, and if they couldn't finish it, they cured and marinated it.

Anyone who wants it can catch it himself. There are tilapia, bass, grass carp, and bullhead fish in the lake. You can catch whatever you want. The water is shallow, so it's easy to catch.

Chapter 203

It's not bad that the sun is out and it's warm today. But two days ago, I'm afraid no one would come. It's too cold. Who would dare to go into the water! Being cold these days is no joke.

There were a lot of people in the lake now. Women, husbands, men, and children all went fishing. It looked very lively. Two old men by the lake were sitting there with scales in their hands, waiting to receive money.

It was like a parent-child activity during the Spring Festival. The water was shallow and there were many fish. Their scales were still shining when swimming. Fang Zichen took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers and jumped down.

This lake has been filled with water all year round, and the mud is a bit deep, reaching up to his calf. A child in front caught a fish and was about to hold it up to show off. The fish swung its tail and slapped him twice in the face. His face was covered with mud. , those watching the excitement on the shore couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing that there were eight or nine-year-old children following the adults to catch fish, Yang Mingyi also wanted to go on.

In ancient times, women were not allowed to show their feet, and this was also the case here in Daxia, but everything had a 'depending on the situation'.

If you usually go out with your arms and legs exposed, everyone will say something unpleasant. This kind of thing is mostly done by serious girls and brothers in the courtyards with tiled roofs. That means they are shameless, shameless and unruly women. But in the village, when planting rice and going to the fields, it is allowed to be exposed. No one will say anything at this time. If you wear shoes and go down, everyone will talk more.

Xiaofeng also wanted to get down, but he was in good health. Although the water in the lake had been exposed to the sun all morning and was not cold, Fang Zichen still didn't let him get down. Yang Mingyi took off his shoes and socks. The lake was a bit deep, so Fang Zichen hugged him. When we stepped down, the mud was soft, and some lotus leaves were rotten on it. It looked a bit dark, but Yang Mingyi didn't mind it. It seemed that the more he stepped on it, the more he became addicted. The good boy must have drank two sips of green tea to get Zhao Zhenchuan. Think about it. He didn't say it directly, he called Fang Zichen, then pointed his short finger at a child in the distance who was catching fish, and said: "The good boy is so envious of him. I really envy the birds. If only the good boy could go down and catch fish." Okay!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

He's just like his father, his tea is full of tea.

However, I was afraid that if I hit this short guy, he would be like a ginseng doll buried in the ground. I was afraid that he would not be able to see anyone. The wooden bucket he brought was also big. Fang Zichen picked him up and put him in the bucket. , caught a fish and threw it in for him to play with, and the good boy no longer envied others.

When Brother Zhao came, he saw that Fang Zichen and Yang Mingyi were catching fish vigorously. The buckets were full of fish, big and small, but they were not very tasty. Brother Zhao asked him to pour them out and put them on the shore. He pointed at the fish and asked them to catch it.

After playing around for another whole afternoon, I went home and heated up the water and took a shower. Then I went to Brother Zhou's house. I will still eat at his house tonight.

The Liu family's dining table was round and big, and it had never been full in the past. Now, with two families together, nine people, it was finally full. While the meal was being prepared, the children played in the yard, throwing cannons and chasing each other. , the smell of vegetables wafted from the kitchen, Fang Zichen didn't know what he said, Brother Zhao and Brother Zhou were made to laugh by him, Aunt Liu couldn't help wiping away tears as she looked at it.

Uncle Liu said: "Why are you crying during the Chinese New Year?"

"There are so many people at home today, I'm just happy." Aunt Liu said.

Uncle Liu sighed, and since he fled to Xiaohe Village, his family has never been as lively as it is today.

He used to have many brothers and sisters, an eldest brother, an eldest sister, two younger brothers and a younger sister. But that year, there was a flood at home and the house was washed away. He had no food or drink, so he fled south with the large army. , passed by Xuyang Town, and when I went inside to beg, I was chased by officers and soldiers. Everyone fled in all directions. Those who were unfamiliar with the place ran and didn't know where they were. When I wanted to go back to look for someone, I didn't know where to look. , he was the only one who fled here with his wife and daughter. He had no idea whether the other brothers and sisters were dead or alive, where the bones of the dead were buried, and where the living ones were now. There were only a few people in his family, and he had no idea. Relatives, even during the Chinese New Year, are deserted. How can they be like today, full of children and grandchildren?

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On New Year's Eve, the family wanted to invite someone over for dinner, and Fang Zichen was dragged up again early in the morning.

Qian'er has to get up early to kill pigs, Qian'er has to get up early to make glutinous rice cakes, so what are you doing today?

Brother Zhao said: "We are making a banquet at noon. You will wipe the cupboards, dining tables and stools at home later."

There is a lot of dust in the village, and Brother Zhao often scrubs these furniture, but it is of no use. I will wipe them clean today. It will be dirty again tomorrow.

On the day they killed the pig, they went to someone's house for dinner, so it was time to invite someone over for a meal. The village was very polite, but there were only two adults in their family, and the children were small, so they couldn't be considered as one person. Although they called the village chief and He Daleng's family comes over, but they definitely don't bring their whole family with them. They usually send two as representatives, plus the Liu family and Lin Xiaoxia's family, there are two tables of people, so the meals must be prepared early. , you should also wipe what should be wiped and wash what should be washed at home, so as not to be rude.

Fang Zichen rolled up the quilt, yawned, and said without mercy: "Just let the two children do this, what about them?"

"Let's go play." Brother Zhao took off the quilt: "Get up quickly! They are still young, how can they know how to do these jobs? "

Yang Mingyi doesn't understand, but Xiaofeng must understand. He knows how to chop wood and do laundry, but he can't clean the table?

Xiaofeng and Yang Mingyi also knew that they were busy at home today and had to get up early to help. However, after all, they were still young, and girls were no better than men. They were often detained at home to learn the rules when they were eleven or twelve years old. There are not many days to play. Now that it is Chinese New Year, Brother Zhao wants to give them enough to play, otherwise he may not have a chance in the future.

Fang Zichen lied: "Brother Zhao, I'm sorry, I lied to you before. In fact, I am under nine years old, I am still young!"

Brother Zhao: "..."

In order to sleep in, this man actually I don't even want to lose my face.

Fang Zichen lay down in an orderly manner, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen: "Actually, I'm just anxious about growing up, so I look a little older. Children sleep a lot. Be good, cover me with the quilt, and I'll sleep for a while." Brother Zhao

laughed directly, and kissed Fang Zichen: "Husband, get up quickly! Otherwise, I will whip you with a stick later."

Fang Zichen: "..."

There is a bit of wind outside today . , there was no sunshine again, and the water at home was freezing to the bone. Brother Zhao added two ladles of hot water to him, and then he took the basket to pick vegetables in Brother Zhou's field.

Fang Zichen squatted on the floor and wiped the cabinets. The more he wiped, the more aggrieved he felt. For other people to celebrate the New Year, they eat when they are full and sleep when they are full, like a pig. When he comes back, he either kills pigs or wipes the floor. Like a professional maid, he comes back from vacation. Are you coming back to celebrate the New Year, or are you coming back for renovation?

This is Spring Festival, not Labor Day! Wiping back and forth was even more tiring than working. Others had gained weight from eating in the past few days, but he was so tired that he could hardly walk.

Brother Zhao also said that he loves him, but he loves him so much that he doesn't even let him sleep at all?

I think back when we first got together, Brother Zhao was such a gentle person, he was gentle and considerate to him, and he was the only one who respected him. Now it's better, he punches him at every turn, how can he still be treated as a husband? If husbands are like this, I'm afraid This man also washed up at the door of the house in the summer floods. He really picked it up and kicked it with his feet. He didn't know anything about Zhen

's mother, so he quit.

He flicked the rag and was about to stand up. Brother Zhao came in. Seeing him fuming, he couldn't help but frown: "Husband, what's wrong?"

"Ah? No, it's nothing. It's just... my legs are numb after squatting for a long time. Haha." Fang Zichen picked up the rag and wiped it diligently: "Why did you come back suddenly?"

"I forgot to take the knife."

Fang Zichen was able to bend and stretch: "Oh! Then be careful, don't cut your hand."

The yard outside the He family's ancestral house is quite big. In the early days, Brother Zhao opened one side to plant vegetables and left the other side open for the children to play. After cooking the roast duck, there was no place to cool it, and there was no place to put the oven. The vegetable field was more than half filled, and now there are only two small areas left. There are not many vegetables that can be planted. He scattered some peas and some cabbage seeds. He picked the pea tips and ate them before, but today he can only go to Brother Zhou. Pick at home.

Although he was not born in the village, but after living in the village for several years, Brother Zhao still wanted to have a piece of land. He couldn't afford it before, so he didn't dare to think about it. He would make money now, so he wanted to buy it. It's not much, just two or three yuan for growing vegetables. But after thinking about it, I still can't buy it.

Fang Zichen passed the college entrance examination, and his family moved to Yuanzhou, but no one took care of them after they bought it.

Aunt Liu also thought about this problem, so she planted a lot of vegetables in her garden and asked him to come and pick when there was no vegetables. The two families had a deep friendship, so Brother Zhao was no longer polite to them.

It was cloudy again today. Brother Zhao picked some vegetables for soup, and then he carried the basket back to

Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou. They came over to help kill the ducks and chickens. After a while, Lin Xiaoxia and Li Damei also came.

Brother Zhao looked behind them: "Where's Jiaojiao!"

Li Damei took the duck in his hand and said, "I just met Guaizi at the entrance of the village. I saw a bunch of them playing, chasing and beating them, so I immediately We rushed in and started playing. After shouting twice and getting no answer, we came over alone."

Lin Xiaoxia looked at the dilapidated yard in front of her and frowned slightly.

This house used to have a lot of cracks. After the winter came, Brother Zhao mixed the mud and blocked them all. The top of the roof was covered with a layer of fur to prevent rain from leaking. At a glance, although it was neat and clean, it was actually... Shabby.

Lin Xiaoxia had the consciousness of being a slave. In the past, he felt that his master lived in the village, and he and Li Damei lived in a brick house in the town, which was somewhat unruly, so he went to Brother Zhao and asked him to live with Fang Zichen in the town. He and Li Yanmei came to live in the village, but Brother Zhao didn't agree. Although the houses in the town were good and they didn't have the trouble of running around every day, the ancestral home of the He family was the place that he and Fang Zichen called home. This was his first home, where he felt the warmth, and it also carried his memories of the past six months. He was reluctant to leave unless it was absolutely necessary.

The author has something to say:

Let me calculate, if it is not the day after tomorrow, then the scientific examination will be the day after tomorrow, and the good boy will be lame.

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When inviting people to a meal, you need to cook a lot of food. You would rather have leftovers than make do with just enough. Chickens, ducks, and fish are all put on the table. There are not enough tables and stools at home, so I went to Liu's house to move in. I was busy. When people arrived, everyone was surprised when it was served.

Guaiguai, five or six meat dishes. Even during the Chinese New Year, people in the village would not bring such food.

If you kill chickens, you must not kill ducks again. If there is pork, then chickens and ducks will not be killed. Eating meat is like tasting it. Everyone lives a prudent and frugal life and dare not eat like this. extravagant.

Brother Zhao's hospitality not only showed that he valued him, but also showed that he was living a better life.

Everyone in the village knows that the family has made money from business. Let's not talk about how much they earn. The village chief and He Daleng's family are both real people. They won't say anything even if they only put two dishes on the table, but they can't help but feel bad in their hearts. Brother Zhao is also worried that if word spreads, people will think that they have made money and only serve two dishes to entertain people, which is really cowardly.

It was a rare Chinese New Year, and the family had all these things. Someone killed a pig before, and they went to eat it. When they came back, the village chief and He Daleng gave them meat, so they had to make more dishes.

Everyone ate and drank, chatting a little while eating, saying that the food was delicious, the fish was fresh, how many fish did someone catch yesterday, how many fish were cured, how many were pickled, etc. Parents are short-sighted.

The kitchen was small and there was no room for two tables, so we ate in the main room. The door was open and the wind blew in, but everyone didn't feel cold. We ate the whole meal until the afternoon.

Aunt Liu, Wang Damei, and Uncle Liu stayed to help clean and wash the dishes. After finishing, Aunt Liu went home and brought the rice dumplings over. She also asked Brother Zhao to kill a chicken again. Don't chop it, just put it in the pot and cook it. Pick it up and pay homage to your ancestors.

As soon as Aunt Liu left, Brother Zhao was going to the backyard to catch chickens. These chickens were sent by Yang Mutao earlier. He killed two in the morning and there were several left now. Fang Zichen held him back and refused to let him go.

What ancestors do you worship?

His ancestors are not here, and Brother Zhao's ancestors are also far away in the capital! Even if he became a ghost, he would probably have to travel so far to eat this meal.

Brother Zhao doesn't listen. Every household has to pay homage during the Chinese New Year. If you don't pay homage to your ancestors, you won't be blessed.

Seeing that he didn't seem to feel at ease, Fang Zichen let him go. Since there was no altar for a memorial tablet, Brother Zhao placed the chicken at the door. When offering incense, Brother Zhao called a few children back, and then called Fang Zichen out. They kowtowed three times together.

In the evening, Lin Xiaoxia and Li Yanmei had dinner and got up to go back. Jiaojiao played with Yang Mingyi all afternoon and refused to leave. Brother Zhao gave her a few boxes of cannonballs, and Jiaojiao turned around three times. leave.

Today is the day to bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new year. According to the custom of the village, there is a night vigil. After dinner, the children played fairy wands and magic bullets in the yard again. The Liu family came to follow the watch. The two families always wanted to be more lively. At ten o'clock Around the same time, Brother Zhao and Brother Zhou went to make glutinous rice balls with the fans.

The rice dumplings were boiled with brown sugar and made into small pieces to make it easier for the children to eat. They were delicious enough to eat. Yang Mingyi finished three more bowls, and the sweet boy even let out a gasp and praised him repeatedly for his greatness.

Fang Zichen wiped his face, and felt that this little guy was really awesome. Jiaojiao was ranked first, and Yang Mingyi was ranked second. He himself felt a little resigned, but he was not like last time. I stupidly asked someone why you eat so much. Seeing that he seemed a little embarrassed by being praised by the good boy, he said: "You are growing up now. It is normal to eat a lot. I remember when I was your age." When I was young, I could eat three big plates of these glutinous rice dumplings, and I didn't even care about ten steamed buns." This was really an exaggeration. Brother Zhao laughed and said, "Then you are really a big

rice cook."

What's wrong?" Fang Zichen was a little unhappy at being disgraced, and said, "Even if I'm a loser, there's still someone who loves me so much that I cry and fuss after not seeing each other for two days, and even get into a tantrum if we don't kiss each other at night. "

It's too late to cover up what happened in this room. Fang Zichen said it so carelessly. Brother Zhao blushed and wanted to hit him again: "What nonsense are you talking about? The children are still here!

" , I'm so young, even if I drive at a speed of 300, I'm afraid I won't understand... Oh, stop pinching, it hurts~"

Aunt Liu shook her head and laughed, she is such a young person. !

After eating, the children felt a little sleepy, and Fang Zichen took out two large buckets of fireworks.

I have been making this thing for a long time. It was placed in the main room together with the firecrackers. It was very heavy and big. Fang Zichen said it could not be played with. They were curious, but they never moved it. Now that they saw him moving it out, they all gathered around curiously. come over.

The good boy blinked his big eyes: "Father, father, is this Simo?"

"You'll find out later," Fang Zichen said.

Without a watch, he could only estimate the approximate time. As it approached twelve o'clock, Fang Zichen set up the fireworks and lit the fuse on the hour.

He ran to Brother Zhao, held his hand, put it next to his ear, and said in a clear voice: "Look at the sky, I made this specially for you."

His fingers could not help but tremble slightly, and there seemed to be something in his chest. About to overflow, Brother Zhao said hoarsely: "What is it, you..."

A loud "crash" sound resounded through the sky and seemed to shake the earth.

I saw a fist-sized spark ejecting from the paper tube with a tail flame, and flew into the air. The sound was so mammoth that it was not comparable to the firecrackers played earlier. The children and adults couldn't help but follow the flames with their eyes.

The flames rose into the air, only stopped for a moment, and then exploded with another bang.

A colorful firework exploded in the sky, with a diameter of more than ten meters. The exploded petals were dazzling, flying around like meteors, colorful and falling, and then falling down with flash like meteorites.

In just one moment, the entire night sky and the entire Xiaohe Village were illuminated, as if it were daytime. No one in the yard spoke. They all raised their heads, their eyes wide open, full of surprise and shock.

Everyone in Xiaohe Village ran to the yard when they heard the deafening sound. After four days of tea poisoning, everyone had become immune to the sound. They just thought it was the same sound the children played last time. Small fireworks were planted, but the moment the fireworks exploded, everyone was speechless-shocked, really shocked. I had never seen such a grand and spectacular scene in my life.

The children used to play with magic wands, and the fireworks they exploded were small and single-colored, but just like this, everyone was already amazed. Now that they saw this, everyone was shocked.

"Husband..." Brother Zhao only felt his heart beating violently in his chest, one after another, uninterrupted, making his eardrums seem to buzz, as if something was trying to escape from the outside world. He couldn't hear a word of the noise, and his eyes were sore.

When I was a child in the capital, my memory is a little blurry, but I also know that these fireworks are not available even in the capital.

It is unheard of and unseen.

"Also," Fang Zichen kissed Brother Zhao just as the second firework was about to be ejected, and rubbed his ears against him: "Just as the fireworks started blooming, I made a wish to the gods. I hope you will be here every tomorrow. You are the person I never want to lose. I want to spend this year and next year with you. My children, you, and me, as a family, are all healthy. If you can walk towards me firmly, I will respond enthusiastically. You, as long as I can make you happy and happy, I will do it at any cost, ignore the rules, and be fearless."

Every word is sonorous and powerful.

Brother Zhao held his hand tightly. The fireworks had not yet set off and the surroundings were dark, but he seemed to be able to clearly see Fang Zichen's handsome, beautiful, and blood-soaking face. There was something hidden in Fang Zichen's eyes that he couldn't hide. This is not contempt for his arrogance and integrity, but because he has sat for so long at a height that ordinary people cannot reach in a lifetime, and he has an aura about him that cannot be imitated by others.

He is mysterious, noble, and wants to make others his own.

Such a person led him closer step by step, and then he suddenly fell.

Brother Zhao's brain seemed to be in a state of hypoxia. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, and a bunch of words were crowded in his chest. He had too many things to say, and he wanted to say them clearly and without any concealment. He wanted to tell Fang Zichen about the love that occupied his whole heart, but when he faced Fang Zichen's eyes, he couldn't open his mouth, with too many emotions condensed in his eyes.

With a 'whoosh' sound, another flame shot out from the paper tube.

Those feelings of love followed.

"Some words are only suitable to be said once in a lifetime, but these three words 'I love you', I want to say to you every day. I want to express my feelings for you clearly to you. Every day, every moment, you Don't think I'm greasy."

Brother Zhao said in a sticky voice: "Husband..."

Fang Zichen said in a calm voice, with a serious and sincere face: "Brother Zhao,

just stay with me! If you open your mouth, I will bow my head and stay the same for the rest of my life."

Brother Zhao was hurt by these words. He hugged Fang Zichen's waist and choked with sobs. Fang Zichen's eyes were red when he saw him, and he seemed to be so moved. Very good, the TV series really didn't. Lie, next, it was time for a selfless passionate kiss. Fang Zichen was about to lower his head and kiss her when his pants were gently pulled.

"Father," Guaizi came over at some point, raised his head and stretched out his hand to hug him.

Fang Zichen put his index finger on his forehead: "... Wait a moment."

Seeing them hugging each other, the boy pouted and squeezed in between them. Brother Zhao pulled him and said, "Come back later."

" "Hey! What's going on with Simo!" The boy was unhappy and squeezed in again.

Fang Zichen: "..."

Good atmosphere, this child, two cents, whoever wants it can take it away quickly and sell it for two hours.

The good boy was like a mouse burrowing into the ground. His head was stuck between the legs of Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao. His little buttocks were twisting outside and still burrowing in. "Good boy wants it too, good boy wants it too~"

Is Fang Zichen pity? He kissed Brother Zhao, bent over and picked up the good boy.

The good boy poked his face: "Father, the good boy wants to kiss him too. The good boy's face is tender and fragrant. He is more kissable than daddy. How about a kiss from the good boy too?"

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"Okay, kiss!" Fang Zichen put his arms around Brother Zhao and hugged his son, feeling that his heart was full.

Fireworks are in full bloom, one year passes and another year comes again.

Two barrels of fireworks burned for more than half an hour. The fireworks exploded brilliantly but in different ways. No one in the yard spoke, everyone seemed to be immersed in the beautiful scenery.

Everything fell silent, and the people in the village still couldn't come to their senses. They reluctantly returned to their houses and discussed for a long time before falling asleep.

The next morning, the village was lively. A large number of people came to Xiaorong Village. Many people were related by marriage between the two villages. However, relatives did not visit in the first year of junior high school, and most of them left only in the second year of junior high school. I was really confused when this happened, but As we chatted, we came to understand the relationship. I saw the fireworks in Lincun last night and came over to ask about them. They were so beautiful. Where can I buy them? I want to buy some for my family next year, they are really pretty.

Whatever you want to buy, the things in Fucheng are not available in the town, and this thing doesn't look cheap. Otherwise, the big men in the town would have bought it long ago.

Having said this, everyone can't help but feel a little disappointed.

The two barrels of fireworks were still placed in the yard, and the children were still wandering around them early in the morning, chattering about the flowers last night.

Fang Zichen took a nap, but when he got up, his children came around him again, saying they wanted to watch the fireworks.

Fang Zichen: "..."

I want to see fireworks!

Have you watched it all night and still haven't had enough?

Why don't you want to go to heaven?

After all, he couldn't stand it any longer, and Brother Zhao also looked over, with the words "I want to see it too" written in his big eyes. Who could stand this?

Fang Zichen ate and started cooking again. Anyway, he still had all the ingredients, so he had nothing to do.

He is a modern man. Before the city banned the setting off of fireworks, he and his second brother would set off fireworks every day and night in the villa area during the Chinese New Year. They bought cart after cart of fireworks and never played with them. I have never seen any fireworks before and I am tired of watching them.

On the second day of junior high school, Brother Wu came over and said he would go to their house for dinner in the evening. Du Xiaodu made some money by burning small pots for Brother Zhao in the past few months. Brother Wu also had a stable job because of Fang Zichen's help. During the work, the couple thought about their kindness, and there were no gifts to give at home, so they thought of treating them to a meal during the New Year.

Brother Zhao has not yet responded, and Brother Wu is quite uneasy. After all, the Fang family now has business in the town, and Fang Zichen is halfway into the official career. The Du family is not like the village chief's family, nor is it like the He Daleng family. , he didn't have much say in the village, and he was afraid that people would dislike him and refused to go. Brother Zhao didn't think much about it and nodded in agreement. Brother Ang was relieved.

"Hey, then I'll go back and get ready. You can bring the children over in the evening."

Brother Zhao took the children over in the afternoon without waiting for the evening. Brother Ang's little baby has been around for several months now, and he's fair and tender. , always spitting bubbles, and several children were teasing around, looking at the novelty.

After a while, someone came outside and said that someone was coming to their home, and asked them to go back and take a look.

Brother Zhao came back with Fang Zichen, and there was another carriage. The driver was not the Xiao Haozi he knew, but a big man with a long beard. His clothes were tight and his muscles were obvious. He didn't look like a good guy.

Fang Zichen stepped forward. "Brother, who are you looking for?"

"Fang Zichen's home is here." The big man asked.

Fang Zichen looked into the carriage and asked, "What do you want to see him for?"

The big man said, "Mr. Wu from Yuanzhou and his husband thought about their grandson, so we asked our escort agency to send some New Year's gifts."

"Oh, that's what it is, tell me earlier. Well! I'm Fang Zichen, come on, I'm open, come and move in!"

Mr. Wu also sent a lot of pastries, and they were all in large quantities. Obviously they were not given to Yang Mingyi alone. It is a good person to behave in society. If you only give one portion, if Yang Mingyi is not sensible, he can still eat it. If he is sensible, how can he be embarrassed to eat alone.

Look, there is meat and cloth.

The man said that Wu Juren asked Mr. Zhao to keep the things in the cart and use them as he pleased.

This can be regarded as a New Year gift.

The man was from the local escort agency in Yuanzhou and had to rush back later. Brother Zhao served tea and asked people to wait for a while.

Uncle Liu dug up a lot of folded ear roots, and there were quite a lot of them. He asked Brother Zhao to go over and get some to eat. Mr. Wu was very happy with this last time, so Brother Zhao went to get some and brought them back, fearing that there would be some in his house. The cook didn't know how to do it, so he rinsed it with water, mixed it and stuffed it into a crock pot. He also asked Fang Zi to bring some hot sauce and pickles, as well as homemade bacon as a gift in return.

When he loaded it into the car, he saw that there were two copies. Before Brother Zhao asked, he heard Fang Zichen tell the man that he should take them to Shengjia Medical Center and give them to his younger brother.

There is nothing to do during the Chinese New Year. Most of us just drop by to chat. Brother Zhao has nothing to do. He is tinkering with the hot pot base that Fang Zichen mentioned last time. Mr. Wu brought some mutton. Brother Zhao found that Fang Zichen disliked the taste. In the past, pig intestines were smelly, and Fang Zichen couldn't stand it, but it wasn't to the point where he would vomit whenever he smelled it. Fish was also fishy, ​​and he didn't see any reaction. I guess he just couldn't stand this sheep. Fishy smell.

Yang Mingyi couldn't bear it. The mutton was eight or nine times heavier. The two people in the family felt nauseous when they smelled it. Brother Zhao wanted to give it away, but Fang Zichen said: "Although I can't smell it, I can eat it." , I like to use mutton slices to make hot pot."

In this way, Brother Zhao thought about getting out the base first.

He had never eaten mutton before. After preparing the base, he cut it into thin slices as Fang Zichen said. Several children in the family eat spicy food, so Brother Zhao didn't cook it separately and went to Liu's vegetable patch to pick some. Pea tips, some radishes, and some small vegetable sprouts were brought back to be cooked in a hot pot.

Brother Zhao built a small stove on the kitchen floor and put a pot on it. There was red soup in the pot, which was fragrant and spicy. The meal hadn't started yet! A few children swallowed first.

It was the first time to eat like this. The children were very excited and novel. Hot pot is suitable for all ages. Not to mention adults, children also like it very much. It is freezing outside and the wind is blowing, so they eat with the door closed. Hotpot is the perfect dish.

After all, it was a bit spicy, and the sound of sniffling never stopped. Brother Zhao didn't stop Xiaofeng today. The child's head was sweating and his mouth was red.

The cut mutton, fish fillets, and pork were all finished, and the vegetables were cooked and eaten. The children could eat them, and Brother Zhao was happy to see them.

The time for eating, drinking and having fun always passes by so fast, as if it was just a blink of an eye. On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, work is about to start, and the shops are about to open. The children are still playing, but the adults are busy again.

On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Yang Mutao came back. He didn't even enter the house. He came to pick up Yang Mingyi first. Brother Zhao helped him pack his things. The good boy held Yang Mingyi's legs and looked at him with tears in his eyes, begging him not to leave. Yang Mingyi didn't want to leave either. Living comfortably here, no matter how precocious and self-disciplined he is, he is still just a child in the final analysis. Children love to be lively and play in groups. He was originally deserted, and his temper was not that way at the beginning, but it was brought about by the environment later, but how could he not be Go back. He has his own home. If he doesn't go back today, he will have to go back tomorrow or later.

Seeing that his brother seemed to have gained some weight, Yang Mutao was happy and patted his shoulder: "You can come whenever you want in the future. It's close. I'll go back today. Dad hasn't seen you for a while. Go back and stay with dad for a few days."

Yang Mingyi also missed Yang Mutao a little, so he nodded: "Okay."

He got on the carriage and looked back at the small and dilapidated but warm courtyard. Brother Zhao, Fang Zichen and Guaizi He Xiaofeng saw him off at the door. Yang Mingyi felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He was sore and sore. He vaguely felt that this was the last time. His fate with this place seemed to have ended, and there was no more Yang Mutao. After that.

After a few days of rest, Fang Zichen felt as if he had woken up early to start work.

As I breathed into my palms on the way, I couldn't help but feel sad.

It's getting colder, I'm not a bachelor, I'm a popsicle.

Raising a family is so hard!

At the end of February, the village started to get busy.

In fact, there is no need to work so fast. It is still cold and we can't plant corn right now for fear of being frozen.

But we don't have any cattle, there is only one in the village, and the village chief's family also owns land. We are not close friends, so we are too embarrassed to borrow it. So we have to use two hands to plow the land, a hoe makes a hole, which is tiring and time-consuming.

This will be done, and when March gets warmer, the seeds will be ready for planting.

The fields are more lively than the ones inside. Knowing that hot sauce sells out quickly, several companies have already plowed the ground and started to plant peppers. Fearing that the seeds would be frozen, they sprinkled the seeds and spread a thick layer of straw on top.

In March, warblers fly and grass grows, and the weather gets slightly warmer. After a spring rain, large areas of grass sprout on the roadside and on the edge of the fields. The mountains become lively, birds sing and the mountains are quiet. Swallows often fly on the edges of the fields and chirp in the distance. Looking far into the past, it is a scene full of spring.

Farmers were busy plowing in the spring and sowing hope. Fang Zichen packed his bags and rushed to Yuanzhou to take the exam. Maybe it was because he was a little older, but the good boy didn't cry this time. Seeing Brother Zhao packing things, he got into Fang Zichen's arms, hugged his neck, lay on his chest, and whispered: "Father, good boy will Thinking about you, you should come back soon!"

"Yeah!" Fang Zichen kissed his forehead and said, "Father will be back after the exam. Do you want any gifts?"

The boy shook his big head and hugged him tightly: "No. , I want my father."

These words made Fang Zichen reluctant to leave. It took him a few days to go back. He wanted to pack up Brother Zhao and his son and take them away, but the business at home was not crowded, and there was Lin Xiaoxia and his wife in the store. Looking at Brother Zhou, Brother Zhao doesn't have to worry, but the roast duck can't live without him.

The people in the village were very busy at this time, but when they woke up in the morning, there was a circle of people outside the yard, saying they were here to give some away. The aunt who gave away red eggs last time also handed over two this time.

"Boy Fang, these red eggs are auspicious, take them with you and eat them on the road."

Red eggs symbolize good omens and auspicious events in the village.

Most of them are given after giving birth to a baby.

Fang Zichen didn't understand either, so he took it after thanking him and saying

goodbye to Brother Zhao and the children. Fang Zichen climbed onto the oxcart with the bag on his back and wandered away.

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The bullock cart disappeared at the foot of the mountain. The boy's eyes were red. He turned around and hugged Brother Zhao's legs, and said dullly: "Dad, the boy misses his father. Father will be away for a long time, and the boy wants to be happy!"

Brother Zhao patted his head: "It's okay, father will be back soon. You promised father yesterday that you wouldn't cry. Do you remember? A man must keep his word. Isn't a good boy a man?"

"·· ····That's right." The good boy withdrew his tears and said, "The good boy has a small penis, so he is naturally a man. He doesn't cry, he can tolerate it. His father is not here, so he is a man." Zi is the only man in the family. He must be brave and strong to protect his father and brother Xiaofeng. "

He feels that he has a heavy responsibility, and he thinks that Fang Zichen is going to take the exam. If he passes the exam, he will be a scholar. If he wins, then he will leave. Can the No. 1 pick be far behind?

If you pass the No. 1 exam, is that still far away from becoming a high official?

He is a young man who aspires to be a second-generation official. Now that his father has left his hometown and worked hard to take the scientific examination in order to realize his dream, he should not cry anymore.

Xiaofeng touched his head: "Good boy, follow me, brother, brother, do you want to go dig wild vegetables?"

Good boy nodded: "Go ahead. Good boy, digging wild vegetables is the most annoying thing."

Vegetables grown at home There was not much work to do. The ducks were all killed by others. Brother Zhao left Xiaofeng at home, and his original intention was not to find someone to work for. There were a lot of wild vegetables growing in the mountains now, and they were very tender. Xiaofeng thought I will go pick some and bring it back. If there is less, I can eat it at home. If there is more, I can send some to the town for Jiaojiao and her family to eat.

The vegetables sold in the town are not cheap, so you can save a lot of money.

...

There are two academy examinations and two college examinations within three years. The content of the examination is roughly the same as that of the government examination and county examination, but it is more difficult.

For example, in junior high school, the test is still Chinese, Mathematical and English, and in high school, the test is still Chinese, Mathematical and English, but the content is different.

The grading and invigilation of exams are all presided over by the "Academic Administrator", who is appointed by the emperor to serve as an academic administrator.

The difficulty of the first game is easier than the second game, and the number of admissions is also larger. When announcing, it is announced with a circle, the seat number is written, and the name is not written, which is called "draft".

After the second re-examination, the students who have passed the college examination are called "shengyuan" (shengyuan), commonly known as "scholars", and they are said to have "fame". If the children only have one foot in the official career, they are considered to be scholars. This means that he has officially entered the class of scholar-officials; scholars have privileges such as being exempted from corvées and taxes, not kneeling before magistrates, and cannot be tortured casually.

Scholars are divided into three grades. Those with the best grades are called "natural students" and are given food by the government on a monthly basis; "Affiliated students" refer to students who have just entered the school. (Note)

The final exams of the three county exams, government exams, and college exams are all at the head of the case, commonly known as "Little Three Yuan".

The last time he went to the yamen, Fang Zichen knelt down twice. He felt very aggrieved. He taught his son a lesson first, saying that a man has gold at his knees, so he can only kneel to the sky and kneel to his parents. When he returned from the yamen that day, the good boy asked him, Why do you kneel down to that old man? Is that old man his father?

Fang Zichen was about to die of embarrassment on the spot. To him, it was no different from a slap in the face. He could only hold on, saying that he was the county magistrate and that he was now in a state of turmoil. He had to kneel before the official and wait for him to take the exam. If you win the first prize and become a high official, then the county magistrate will have to kneel down to him. A man must be able to bend and stretch. Thirty years in the east of Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Do not bully young people into poverty.

He was going to Xiao Sanyuan right now.

Last time I was knocked half to death in a carriage, but this time it was a lot better. Maybe it was the first time, but the second time was familiar. As soon as I entered the city gate, I saw Li Yisheng stretching his neck and looking around like a thief under the city gate.

"Little brother..." Fang Zichen waved to him. Although Li Yisheng was narrow-eyed, his eyesight was not bad. He immediately saw him and rushed up to them. The two hugged on the official road.

Li Yisheng sighed: "You are finally here. It has been many years since we last last seen each other. Things have changed, things have changed, people have changed. Looking at it now, I don't even dare to recognize you."

Fang Zichen pushed him away: "... "Read more when you have time."

"Hey, I just said it casually. It's all written like this in the script. I think it's quite touching." Li Yisheng took his baggage and said, "Let's go home. Let me prepare the food."

Still staying in the same room as last time, Li Yisheng said, "The college exam is coming soon. I knew you were coming, so I had the room cleaned in advance, and the quilt was just dried."

Fang Zichen didn't know how to be polite. How to write the two words, but he still had the proper courtesy: "Thank you, brother."

"You're too polite," Li Yisheng put his arms around his shoulders: "Let's go eat."

He didn't go to a restaurant either. A large number of exams have been pouring into the source recently. The state is overcrowded with outsiders, not to mention restaurants and inns, and there will be college entrance exams tomorrow. Li Yisheng thought that people coming from Fu'an Town would inevitably have a tiring journey, so he stopped going out.

There were a lot of vegetables, but no one came until the meal started. Fang Zichen blinked: "Your cousin and second aunt don't live here?"

Li Yisheng said: "They didn't come."

"Oh!" Look! There was a hint of schadenfreude in his tone, and Fang Zichen said, "You failed the last government examination, right?"

"Yeah!"

Fang Zichen slapped the table: "That's what I said! They were already carried out of the examination room, how could they still return?" You can pass the exam, but you are a loser, and you still dare to look down on me."

Li Yisheng frowned: "Did you hear what my second aunt said?"

He thought it was impossible. His second aunt couldn't spit out ivory. It's not a dirty word, but it sounds like thief. Fang Zichen has a hot temper and is a pampered person. He knows when to endure and when to act. Li Yisheng knows that Fang Zichen despises Aunt Li. , if someone had heard it, they would probably have just fought back.

Fang Zichen shook his head: "I didn't hear it, but it was written clearly in her eyes."

Li Yisheng felt a little pity: "You saw it, why didn't you curse."

"There's no use in scolding, I'm not that kind of person," Fang Zichen looked sincere: "I speak humbly and respectfully. If I quarrel with someone like her, there will definitely be no chance of winning. I prefer to use strength to slap in the face."

Li Yisheng: "..."

I almost believed it.

When Fang Zi looked at his appearance in the morning, his first impression was that he was extremely handsome and flamboyant, and he looked like he came from a noble family.

Most of the children of the aristocratic family were gentle and graceful, but Fang Zichen... Li Yisheng felt that he was no match for him. If he had a verbal fight with Aunt Li, Aunt Li might not be able to survive two rounds and would lose completely.

After dinner, Mr. Wu came over. Through the letter earlier, Mr. Wu originally wanted to ask Fang Zichen to live in his house, but Fang Zichen was too embarrassed to go.

I heard that this old man has many grandchildren. If he goes there, he will have to give gifts.

He couldn't get cheap goods. If each person had a gold lock, he would rather live on the street.

My family is very poor now, where can I find this money?

Mr. Wu came here to give him some precautions, test points, and some insights.

Fang Zichen muttered, feeling that it was a bit late to say this now.

Old Wu's eyes widened. There was never a time when he saw Fang Zichen that he was not angry. He also did some psychological training when he came here. He shouldn't care about this junior. He has been teaching and educating people for most of his life. He has never seen any playboy. But no one has Fang Zichen's ability. He can be left speechless and almost angry to death every time.

The most taboo thing in the examination room is too much pressure. Fang Zichen had just finished the examination in October, and he was too rushed to finish the exam today. Mr. Wu tried to persuade him and wanted him to settle down for two more years, but Fang Zichen didn't want it. He had no choice but to say: "This time, you should treat it as accumulating experience. Don't be nervous."

"I know, I'm not nervous at all."

Fang Zichen was stating the facts. He was a top student. Before he came here, he was almost Exams are just like eating. He takes exams every day and every month. He has experienced many exams, big and small, and is used to them. It's like eating. Who would be nervous when eating?

That's definitely not possible!

He knew his own situation, but Mr. Wu thought he was 'forcing a smile' and felt relieved, so he told him some rules on the court.

"Have you finished reading all those books last time?"

"Finished." Fang Zichen said.

Mr. Wu nodded: "In this way, I am somewhat sure that I won't leave the paper empty."

Fang Zichen felt that he was underestimated, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything.

The government examination requires the guarantee of scholars and villagers, and the college examination requires local students. The guarantee procedures are slightly the same as those for the government examination and county examination.

Mr. Wu has already done everything for him.

The college examination lasts for six days, with one session lasting three days. You can rest for three days after each examination. In previous years, it was the same as the government examination. You need to prepare your own food.

But now it has changed.

In the past, candidates would bring some charcoal and rice to boil it, but people like this would just open their mouths and slip away when making articles, and they didn't dare to expect anything else.

If you are born in a peasant family, even if you have never cooked it, you have seen it before. You know how to cook rice. If you come from a wealthy family, you are awesome. You have never set foot in the kitchen. You can recognize rice as salt, and you can eat it or wear it. People are at your service 24 hours a day. I once heard that a young master from a wealthy family couldn't poop and asked the housekeeper to help him suck it. I don't know if it is true or not, but Bai Wuyi is a scholar, so this is true.

A few years ago, some people were taking exams in the Gongyuan. They made porridge by themselves. When putting out the fire, they poured oil on it. As a result, the fire broke out and burned the dormitories directly. The wooden dormitories in the Gongyuan were next to each other, and the distance between It wasn't too far away, and the door was closed when the exam started. The incident happened suddenly, and no one was prepared. Finally, I heard that many people died in the fire.

Later, in order to prevent such accidents from happening and to allow candidates to attend the exam with all their heart and mind, the government was responsible for food.

A bowl of porridge and a steamed bun in the morning, two meat buns and an egg at noon, and a bowl of soup, and the same in the evening.

Coming to the exam is not to enjoy the blessings. If you want to have a lot of money, it is impossible.

Therefore, Fang Zichen did not make any preparations. As soon as he handed over his household registration information and confirmed it was correct, the officials began to search him.

A small temporary house was built outside the Gongyuan. Candidates had to go in and strip naked for the examination. Yuanzhou was good for this. I heard that in some places, officials were so inhumane that they didn't even build a house. The candidates had to strip naked in the street.

Chapter 207

Most candidates go in with a blank face and come out with a red face, but Fang Zichen thinks it doesn't matter, man. In the swimming pool, everyone is wearing big pants, and no one is blushing. At this time, the competition is psychological quality.

As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

The inspection here is mainly to see if there are any small strips hidden in the clothes, and whether there is anything written on the thighs. It is a quick glance.

Fang Zi was prepared early in the morning and wore a pair of boxer briefs, but other scholars were in a miserable situation. As soon as they took off their obscene pants, their buttocks were exposed.

Fang Zichen felt that he was now a husband's son and had to abide by his husband's ethics.

Places like the butt are usually not checked. No one is stupid enough to write something on the butt. What about the penis? That's even more impossible. Scholars still have to be proud, and there are no underwear here. As soon as they are taken off, they are all naked. If they write on them, they will be looked at, and they will die of embarrassment.

The two officers and soldiers took his clothes and turned them over. Another officer and soldier asked him to turn left and right. After turning a few times, he agreed.

"Hey! The young master has a good figure!" The official waited for him to put on his clothes and patted his chest: "The tendons are so strong. There are few scholars like you."

"Oh, they are all in vain," Fang Zichen said very proudly, The boss said coaxingly: "I am a fighting chicken."

Several officials laughed when they heard this.

This is the first time I met such a scholar.

I came to line up at three o'clock in the morning. After a series of checks, it was already six o'clock. After receiving my room number and quilt, Fang Zichen was able to enter the Gongyuan.

I have to say that the college examination is really harsh.

There were officers and soldiers with swords outside, as well as in the Gongyuan. Some scholars couldn't control themselves when they came in. They twisted their necks and looked around curiously. They were immediately scolded. Fang Zichen took a careful look. Good guy, I don't know if it was intentional by the examiner or something else. These officers and soldiers are the same as the big man from the escort agency who delivered things last time. They look so fierce. Even if they don't speak or have expressions, they still make people feel that they are ferocious. If they don't agree with each other, they will jump up with a knife and chop your head off if you don't like it.

Everyone was scolded, but they didn't stop looking around. They just held the quilt and went to find the room.

In order to save space, the room was not very spacious. There was just a desk and a wooden bed in it.

I originally thought that the Yuanzhou official was a humane person, but when he saw the bed, Fang Zichen felt that he was inhumane again.

The bed was over 1.6 meters long, and I couldn't even stretch my legs when I lay on it. I didn't know whether it was because I despised them as scholars, or because I was afraid that they would sleep too comfortably and oversleep.

At eight o'clock, the officers and soldiers beat the gong and handed out the papers. I heard that it was not like this in the past. It was just a test paper. The examiner read the questions and the candidates copied them by themselves.

This was changed after the reform of the imperial examination system.

There are three papers with nine major questions. After a rough scan, the questions are several times more difficult than those in the government examination.

No wonder there are so few talented people!

In the past, most of the questions were 'Questions and Answers', 'Policy Discussions' and 'Current Affairs', but today the last two major questions were actually 'Mathematical Questions'.

It's really a big trough.

Li Yisheng called him out in the middle of the night. The two of them stood outside the Gongyuan with their heads facing the cold wind for half a night. They didn't go back until they reached Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen scanned the paper once to make sure he didn't miss any questions, then covered it with the manuscript paper, rolled up the quilt, and fell asleep directly.

Lack of energy will lead to dizziness, which will then affect your performance, so - get enough sleep before talking.

Three days passed by in a flash. In the evening, the gate of Gongyuan opened, and Fang Zichen came out limping like a county man.

The bed is too small, I really can't sleep well no matter how I sleep.

When he went back in the evening, Li Yisheng used the massage technique passed down by his ancestors and gave Fang Zichen a massage. The sourness was beyond words.

It was said to be a massage, but it looked more like kneading dough.

The examiners worked overtime and corrected the papers overnight, and the results were announced in the early morning of the third day.

There were no names on the list, just random numbers. It looked lonely, and the people didn't join in the fun.

Most of the candidates who came this time were reference candidates, and some bookboys and boys. Students from Qinghe Academy formed a group of themselves. They looked at the crowd and couldn't help but whisper.

"Mr. Fang Zichen, who won the first place in the government examination last time, doesn't know if he can use it as a reference this time."

"Probably not." Someone said: "It's only half a year before the government examination and then the college examination. The time is too hasty, and ordinary people don't know You will end up humiliating yourself. "

If most children from aristocratic families enter school at the age of three and six, then before the government examination, all they learn and write is related to the county examination. After passing the Tongsheng examination, this will I just started studying the content of the college exam.

It's like taking the high school entrance examination. If you haven't studied for two or three years, you haven't learned all the content, and you don't have enough knowledge, how can you take the college entrance examination?

I have never seen anyone take the college entrance examination within half a year after completing the high school entrance examination.

Fang Zichen was still sleeping soundly, and Li Yisheng was even more nervous than the others. He got up early before dawn. Seeing the number on the list, he seemed to be proud and returned to the hospital with his chest puffed out.

Fang Zichen went to take the exam again the next day.

It was the same as before, except that the difficulty of the test questions this time was raised several levels. Fang Zichen had to be cautious. If he accidentally lost Jingzhou, he had promised his son that he would become a second-generation official for him.

There were 400 people participating in the first game, but there were only more than 200 people in the second game. It was not difficult, so how could we defeat everyone?

After all, if you are admitted as a scholar, you can eat the national food. There are too many scholars, and the court may not be able to support them.

Hey, it's hard to eat national food!

Fang Zichen went to bed first as usual and started writing the questions in the afternoon. People are often in a closed environment, and their mentality will inevitably become impetuous and depressed after a long time. Taking advantage of the fact that his physical and mental state were good in the past two days, he tried to finish writing the rest. One day, check again and fill in the gaps.

In this way, only three days passed when the book was written.

Fang Zichen didn't stay long. He had a meal with Li Yisheng in the evening and rushed back early the next morning.

However, no carriages were stopped at this time. Due to spring plowing and college examinations, most colleges were on holiday. A large number of students returned to their hometowns, so there was a shortage of carriages.

Those who can afford to go to the academy are mostly from well-off families, while those from lower classes are from the countryside. I don't know what the situation is like in other academies, but when I came this time, Fang Zichen inquired about it and found out that Qinghe Academy is quite similar to modern times. It is a private aristocratic academy. Ninety-five percent of the scholars in it are from 'rich' families, and only a few are from the countryside. Just like this, if they are still allowed to live in the countryside, can these people go to work in the fields when they go back? Can you farm? You might have to be cared for by your family when you go back!

Li Yisheng saw him sighing, as if he was about to die of depression without seeing his husband and son again, so he asked his coachman to take him back.

"Brother." Fang Zichen was so moved: "I can't say thank you for a big favor!"

Li Yisheng: "..."

This doesn't seem to be a big deal.

When he arrived at the entrance of the village at around four o'clock in the afternoon, he saw Brother Zhao and his two children waiting for him. Fang Zichen jumped out of the carriage and rushed towards them.

It's like not seeing each other for one day, it's like three autumns, and I'm really panicking about it.

Brother Zhao was embarrassed by his kiss, his face turned red and his heart beat. However, based on the experience last time, none of the villagers came, so Brother Zhao just let him go. Fang Zichen was not the only one who thought about it. He thought that Fang Zichen was also thinking too hard. He couldn't stop thinking about it all the time. He had only touched each other for a moment, and he was also nostalgic for that warmth.

After kissing her husband, Fang Zichen picked him up, hugged him tightly, and kissed him several times before he felt full. , Xiaofeng looked envious, they were all a family now, Fang Zichen didn't treat him favorably, he hugged him, kissed him twice, and touched his head.

Xiaofeng suddenly blushed, her heart was pounding, she clenched her fists and boldly kissed him like a good boy.

At the age of eight, the village began to insist on separate seats for men and women. But to modern people, an eight-year-old is just a child. If he is a member of a family, he kisses this one, he kisses that one, and he is the only one who does not kiss, what does it mean?

When Fang Zichen came back, Brother Zhao was visibly happy and even cooked a few more dishes in the evening.

At this time of year, there are mostly no vegetables in the vegetable fields, mostly radishes, cabbage, and cabbage.

Other vegetables can't wait to bloom as soon as the weather warms up, but they will grow old if they can't be eaten.

It takes another two to three months for the pumpkin seedlings, cucumbers, beans, and eggplants to be eaten.

Fortunately, there are a lot of wild vegetables growing on the mountains now, such as bracken, willow wormwood, purslane, and small root garlic. Brother Zhao used to go to the mountains to pick them, but now that he is busy at home, he changed them to Xiaofeng.

Fang Zichen tasted meat when eating wild vegetables and thought these things were more delicious than pork.

After coaxing the boy to sleep at night, Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao argued for a long time. It was inconvenient to cover him with the same quilt, so Brother Zhao bought a small quilt, carried the good boy into the bed, and covered him with the quilt. , and then got into Fang Zichen's arms again.

His cheeks were a little red, his eyes were a little watery from the lust just now, his voice was still a little hoarse, and his limbs were a little weak. Fang Zichen was naked, his body temperature was scalding, and Brother Zhao was pressed against his chest. , my heart was unbearably sore, and for several days, the cold lingering in my body seemed to have been dispelled.

"Husband," he said calmly, burying himself in Fang Zichen's chest, "I miss you so much."

Fang Zichen couldn't help but see him so obedient, curled up in his arms, like a little white rabbit that relied on him wholeheartedly. I touched his soft hair, feeling a little itchy. He placed a gentle kiss on Brother Zhao's burning forehead and whispered, "I miss you too."

The results of the hospital examination would not come out for six days, so Fang Zichen rested for two days and then went to work again.

The good boy has been very clingy to him these days, as if he wants to make up for the past few days. He has to squat outside the latrine to guard him, and Qian'er even muttered that he wanted to wipe Fang Zichen's butt.

An eighteen-year-old man, sticking his buttocks out and wiping a three-year-old child, would make him go to his grandma's house in shame just thinking about it. Although Fang Zichen loved him, he would give him whatever he wanted, but this time he was not like him. Hopefully, the good boy was dragged away by Brother Zhao later.

Today when I went to work, the good boy hugged him again and kissed him three times before he was willing to let him go.

He says he's a loser, but he acts coquettishly, like a soft brother, wanting others to hold him in their hearts.

There were not many guests today. Fang Zichen was bragging with Wang Xiaohu and others when someone called him outside, panting with a cry.

"Fang, Uncle Fang..."

It's Xiao Feng.

Seeing that his light gray clothes were stained with blood on his chest, his eyes were filled with tears, and he looked a little panicked, Fang Zichen was startled, and for some reason his heart sank inexplicably.

"What's wrong? Why are your clothes stained with blood? Who bullied you? It's too bad. Just tell me and I'll take care of him!"

Xiaofeng seemed to have found a backbone, holding on to his voice along the way. , the panic, and the tears that had been hovering in the eye sockets poured out after Fang Zichen spoke.

"No, no," he shook his head and wiped away tears: "Yes, it's Zhao. Uncle Zhao was, was beaten, and my younger brother, too, disappeared."

Chapter 208

Xiaofeng panicked and stuttered even more. Her speech was choppy and choked, and her speech was unclear.

In the morning, he went to the mountains to pick wild vegetables. He wanted to take Guaizi with him. Guaizi often said that he was good at digging wild vegetables. This was not an exaggeration. Although he was young, he had almost two years of experience in digging wild vegetables. He used to say that he was good at digging wild vegetables. Brother Zhao took him to work in the fields, but he couldn't do it, so he went to look for wild vegetables on the nearby field ridge. After all, at that time, wild vegetables were the only ration for him and Brother Zhao. In order to eat enough, he dug wild vegetables which was another source of food. Fast, accurate and ruthless.

Xiaofeng took him with him, and he could dig half a basket every time. Today, when Fang Zichen was sent away, the boy was completely wilted. It rained continuously in spring and the mountain was slippery. The boy fell down on the mountain last time. His little buttocks were all blue, so Xiaofeng didn't take him with him this time.

At noon he came back carrying wild vegetables, and the yard was quiet.

The women and husbands all went to the river to kill ducks. At this hour, the house was indeed relatively quiet, but when Xiaozizi's low whine came from inside, Xiaofeng knew something was wrong.

He rushed in, and Brother Zhao was lying in the yard. He must have been hit on the head by something heavy. There was a cut on his forehead, and blood was dripping down. There were some messy footprints on his clothes, and the yard was also in a mess. It looked like he had been in a fight. Coyotito was also kicked. He lay on the side unable to get up. He could only keep sticking out his tongue and licking Brother Zhao's hand.

Xiaofeng panicked on the spot. He helped Brother Zhao and called him one after another. It took Brother Zhao a while to wake up, and called him weakly with red eyes, asking him to go to the town to call Fang Zichen, saying that the child had been killed. People robbed it.

Xiaofeng was obedient. He was an eight-year-old child who had never experienced anything. He was easily distracted when encountering problems. After receiving the order, he ran directly towards the town.

Several boys gathered around and couldn't understand what they heard. They were worried about asking Fang Zichen if something had happened, when they saw Fang Zichen picking up Xiaofeng and rushing out.

Shopkeeper Yang frowned: "I'm afraid something happened, Xiaohu, you should go and have a look too."

"Okay, okay!"

Wang Xiaohu, a true townie who had never left the town, chased him all the way to the city. After exiting the official road, I saw the fork in the road ahead and didn't know where to go.

There was smoke coming from Fang Zichen's feet, but he never caught up with him.

Running wildly all the way, as soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village, they saw Brother Zhao staggering out.

His face was covered in blood, and the bright red stung Fang Zichen almost going crazy.

"Husband..."

When he saw Fang Zichen, Brother Zhao burst into tears: "My child, someone is robbing the child."

"I know." Fang Zichen put down Xiao Feng and picked up Brother Zhao: "We Go back first."

Brother Zhao cried: "If you don't go back, I want to find my son."

"How are you going to find him in this situation?" Fang Zichen said in a heavy tone unconsciously.

Brother Zhao also knew that he was forcing himself now. , the other party hit him with a heavy object, and kicked him several times in the abdomen. Now his whole body was in pain, his eyesight was blurry, his legs were so weak that he could not walk, and he staggered to the ground with every step he took. But the child was robbed, and he couldn't sit down and wait at home obediently.

Fang Zichen's face was terrifyingly gloomy, and he was also very panicked. After Xiaofeng finished speaking, he picked up Xiaofeng and ran home. This series of actions seemed like a natural reaction of the body. His whole body was in chaos now. He had never encountered such a thing before and didn't know what to do, but there were only a few of them at home. Xiaofeng was still young and he couldn't be counted on. Brother Zhao was injured like this. He couldn't panic. He still wanted to find his son, so he couldn't panic. .

He forced himself to calm down and asked Xiaofeng to call the barefoot doctor first. Brother Zhao's forehead was hurt too deeply and the bleeding had to be stopped first.

"Tell me what happened today."

Brother Zhao's face was pale, and his abdomen was cramping. He covered his face with self-blame, his breath was full of blood, and he couldn't hide his mournful wails. Seeping out between the fingers.

"This morning..."

There was nothing special about the morning. After Fang Zichen left, he heated up a pot of water as usual. Not long after the duck was delivered, Aunt Liu and the others came. After killing the duck for soup, they carried the bucket. Went to the river.

The good boy was feeding chickens in the backyard. There were many ducks, but after a while the yard became dirty. Brother Zhao went to the kitchen to get some plant ash and wanted to cover it with duck poop before cleaning it, but suddenly there was the sound of wheels outside.

Because Yang Mutao and the people from the escort agency had been here before, Brother Zhao didn't pay attention when he heard it. He just thought it was Yang Mingyi who was coming. When he came out, he saw a young man and two big men getting out of the car.

Brother Zhao didn't recognize the person coming. He was rude and walked into the yard without asking, looking around.

The floor was covered with duck feathers and duck excrement, and the young man was constantly disgusted. Brother Zhao was about to ask him who he was when the good boy ran out of the backyard when he heard the noise. When the man saw the good boy, his eyes lit up and he walked up in three or two steps. He bent over and clasped the boy's shoulders, his expression crazy and fiery.

Brother Zhao saw something was wrong and stepped forward to protect the child behind him, but was pushed away by a man and held back with his backhand.

"It turned out to be you, hahaha, it turned out to be you. I have been looking for you for so long, and there was no trace of you before. Now it is Huangtian who has paid off her hard work. She really did not deceive me."

After he finished speaking, he I wanted to pick up the good boy, but when he saw Brother Zhao being pushed, the good boy struggled and wanted to run over to follow Brother Zhao, but he was not willing to let him hold him.

Brother Zhao was extremely anxious: "Who are you and what do you want to do? Let go of my son. My husband will come back later."

His voice was a little loud. This house was not located in the village and was even a little remote, but there was no movement. It was too big and it was hard to avoid attracting people. The big man punched him in the stomach.

"Daddy..."

The punch was so heavy that Brother Zhao didn't even have the strength to scream, and his whole body felt numb for a moment.

He was busy in the morning, and he had to eat in the future. This time, his stomach felt like it was being crushed, which made him bend over and vomit. Then a severe angina pain arose spontaneously, stimulating his nerves.

His internal organs seemed to be pierced by thousands of hot sharp knives. His whole body could not help but tremble. His face was as white as paper and bloodless, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat.

"Don't hit daddy, my dear boy, let go of daddy, let go of daddy quickly, you are bad guys, my dear boy won't play with you, let go of my dear boy, let go of my dear boy!"

The boy struggled hard, The cry was sharp and harsh, and a man handed over a handkerchief. The man who looked like a young master took it and covered the good boy's nose. After a while, the good boy stopped moving.

Seeing the other party carrying the good boy into the carriage, Brother Zhao went crazy. The energy came out of nowhere, he broke free from the restraints, staggered and ran over, shouting and trying to snatch his son back, but before he could get close, he was The other man kicked him to the ground.

The young master frowned and said impatiently: "I like your son, so I'm giving you face. If you dare to yell and scream, hit me."

Countless fists and kicks fell on him, and he resisted It didn't achieve any results. He couldn't remember how the other party insulted him for not overestimating his abilities. He only remembered the severe pain like maggots attached to the bones.

When the carriage was about to leave, Brother Zhao half-knelt and half-crawled over and grabbed the wheel. The two men beat him again, but he still stubbornly held on to the wheel. The young master was impatient and tutted: "More If you don't get rid of him quickly, the villagers will come back later."

The two men looked at each other, grabbed a heavy object from the car board, and hit Brother Zhao on the head, which was still tight a second ago. His hand suddenly let go.

This time, Brother Zhao was no longer able to struggle and scream.

Needless to say, Fang Zichen also knew what happened next.

After saying 1510, Brother Zhao sobbed softly, tears mixed with blood, and fell down his chin drop by drop: "Husband, it's all my fault, it's all my fault." He couldn't say a word, holding on tightly. Fang Zichen's hand: "If I had been more careful, the child would not have... Husband, I want a son, I want a son, without a son, I, I can't live."

"I know, I know." Fang Zichen tried his best. He calmly said: "It's not your fault. I will definitely get my son back. Stop crying and be obedient."

This really cannot be blamed on Brother Zhao.

Coming to the door to snatch children openly, this kind of thing has never happened in the village.

Who would have thought!

The old doctor came soon, and Fang Zichen let Xiaofeng stare and retreated from the room.

Out of Brother Zhao's sight, Fang Zichen's eyes turned red.

Damn it.

Someone robbed his son. How dare someone fucking rob his son and beat his husband. This is simply unforgivable.

Fang Zichen was angry and couldn't help but be afraid.

In ancient times, there were no cameras. If nothing special happened when entering or leaving the city, the interrogation was not strict. If the child was really lost, it would be impossible to find him in all likelihood.

In this era, most emphasis is placed on blood kinship. It is always felt that children who are not biological children cannot be raised well enough to be born on their own, and most children are adopted from other relatives. There is rarely any talk of buying children.

If a child is abducted, the girls and brothers are often sold into the hook pen, and the young men are sold as slaves.

Fang Zichen didn't know how the slaves of wealthy families were doing, and Brother Zhao was the only example he had ever come into contact with.

Just think about it, if the child cannot be found back, his son may follow Brother Zhao's old path in the future, being humiliated and scolded at will, groveling in front of others, and working like an ox... His son is still so young, so... If there is no work, maybe no one will buy it.

Fang Zichen Mu Ran thought of those people who were like dogs and were locked in cages with slovenly clothes and sallow faces when he went to the dental clinic. This association gave him a strong sense of uneasiness that seemed to be irritating and fearful, and then he felt heartache. .

He was so panicked that he didn't dare to think about it further.

A gust of cold wind came towards him, causing Fang Zichen's whole body to tingle.

He took a breath slowly and forced himself to calm down. His first reaction was to go to the town to report to the official. But when he came to the village entrance, he saw several children playing there, rubbing mud and playing house, and his steps stopped. .

The children saw him and greeted him one after another.

Fang Zichen's throat felt hoarse as if he had swallowed grains of sand: "Have you been playing here all this time?"

Chapter 209

These are all those who played with Guaizi before. They are not afraid of Fang Zichen, even if he looks very bad now: "Yeah! Yes, uncle, have you caught a cold?"

Fang Zichen forced a smile: " No, let's go play!"

Brother Zhao said, the man called himself Young Master, and...

He lowered his eyes and glanced casually. It had just rained before, and the wheel marks on the ground were still very clear.

He walked along the wheel from the entrance of the village until he reached the door of his courtyard.

This is not a human trafficker.

The human traffickers don't call themselves young masters, and they don't dare to be so arrogant. The children have been playing at the entrance of the village. They are really human traffickers. I'm afraid they will all be taken away.

During the spring plowing season, everyone is busy in the fields. Most of the people left at home are children and old people who can no longer work. Carriages have come to the village before, and everyone has become accustomed to it after seeing them a few times. They just treat it as another trip. The Fang family members only came out to take a look when they heard the noise, then went back into the house.

The old house of the village chief's house is quite remote, and you have to turn two more corners when you enter the village. When Yang Mutao came, he only found out after asking. The man from the escort agency who delivered things to Mr. Wu later heard from the villagers that he stopped him that day. I met someone and asked for directions twice before I found my home.

There are dozens of houses in the village. How did this 'human trafficker' recognize his house?

The wheels turned very naturally at the fork in the road, and there were no traces of horse hooves. This meant that the other party did not stop at the fork in the road and turned directly. In this way, the other party presumably knew the way.

He could afford a carriage, he called himself Young Master, and he was 90% from the town. In his words, he said that he had been banging him for a long time, and that her...

Fang Zichen's mind just turned around, and then his temples began to twitch. It hurt, and my whole body felt like it was about to explode.

Bitch!

Bitch!

You are a fucking bitch for picking on him over and over again.

When Fang Zichen came back, the old doctor had just finished bandaging Brother Zhao. The wound was too deep. He was afraid that it would leave a scar if he couldn't treat it properly. He wanted to persuade him to go to the town, but Brother Zhao's face was horribly pale, and he kept crying. , still holding his stomach, with bright shoe prints on it, the old doctor guessed that he might have been beaten after an argument with Fang Zichen.

But I remembered that when I met Qian'er, the two of them were washing clothes together by the river, chatting and laughing. Fang Zichen used to be polite and warm to others, and he didn't look like that kind of person. But as soon as he went out, he saw Fang Zichen's face was gloomy. , Diai entered the main room and came out holding a wooden stick.

Fang Zichen glanced at him and stopped: "How is my husband? Is he okay?"

The anger on his body was so strong that the old doctor's legs couldn't help but tremble, but out of medical ethics, he still held on and said: " It's not good. My medical skills are not good. I think he is not in good condition. He may have suffered other injuries. It would be better to go to the town to have a look."

Fang Zichen nodded and called Xiaofeng out and asked him to call. Aunt Liu came to help.

He had only been with Guai Zai for only half a year, and he could always be calm and controlled when things happened, but today he was panicking. Brother Zhao and Gui Zai were biological father and son. They had been together day and night for so many years, and their relationship was even more intense. It was so deep that he couldn't bear it. Brother Zhao was afraid that he would be even more panicked and uncomfortable.

Worried that Brother Zhao would not want to go and wanted to find his son, Fang Zichen went in again to comfort him.

"Husband," Brother Zhao's face looked extremely wrong, as if cold sweat had penetrated from his bones to his surface, bringing waves of coldness, causing his whole body to tremble non-stop. He held Fang Zichen's hand with difficulty and kept pleading: "Husband, I want to find my son. Can you help me find my son? Please help me find my son. Please..."

He has always been strong and self-reliant. Now he will say If this were the case, it would prove that he was in so much pain that he couldn't even stand.

When Fang Zichen saw him holding his stomach, he roughly knew that Brother Zhao's sobs made his headache worse and made his whole body feel uncomfortable.

With a calm voice, he gently wiped away Brother Zhao's tears and comforted softly: "Be obedient, and go to town with Aunt Liu later. Let the doctor take a look first." "

...I won't go, I I want to find my son." Brother Zhao struggled to get out of bed, and Fang Zichen held him down: "I will find my son. You go to the doctor first. I promise you, I will bring my son back."

Brother Zhao's throat was dry . Dumb, looking at him hopefully: "Really?"

Fang Zichen felt severe pain in his heart. He closed his palms tightly and dug his nails into his palms, causing slight pain: "Yeah! But first promise me that you will go with Aunt Liu. Go to town and see the doctor, I'm really worried about you."

Brother Zhao said in a hurry: "I'll go... I'll go."

When Aunt Liu came, she saw that Brother Zhao couldn't walk, so she asked Xiao Xiao on the way. Feng, who probably knew what happened, ran directly to the village chief's house and wanted to borrow his bullock cart. Hexi happened to be there, so without saying anything, he went to the backyard to hitch the cart and hurried away.

"What happened?" Wang Damei came out of the house carrying a spatula.

"I don't know, it seems that the good boy is missing." Aunt Liu was in a hurry and didn't explain clearly. She only said that the good boy was gone. Something happened to Brother Zhao and he had to go to the town to see a doctor. The village chief just came back from the fields. , covered in mud: "The child is fine, why is he missing? Hurry up and get me some water. I'll go over and have a look."

Wang Damei was about to turn around to fetch water, and just then someone shouted outside.

"Village chief, it's not good, it's not good."

The village chief's eyebrows twitched: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know what happened, but boy Fang suddenly went to your sister's house to make trouble. Go and have a look! Let's see He's very wrong, I'm afraid someone might be killed if he's too late."

It was noon, and everyone had just returned from the fields. Fang Zichen dragged the stick and headed towards He's house in a menacing manner. Everyone saw it, but they didn't have time. Asked, as soon as he followed, he saw Fang Zichen coming outside the He's house. Without saying anything, he raised the wooden stick and hit the door of the He's house with a dull sound.

The He family has a good family background. Most of the people in the village live in fenced-in courtyards. His house is built of earth, and the courtyard door is also strong. However, after being hit like this, it fell down.

Everyone has never seen him so angry. The Ma family made a fuss when he first arrived, or when he went to see Liu Laizi, he had never been so angry.

His eyes seemed to be bloodthirsty red, cold and gloomy, and there was a strong anger between his brows and eyes.

They look completely different from the past.

This is wrong, so wrong.

Everyone immediately did not dare to step forward.

Aunt He's family was having dinner in the main room. There was a lot of noise outside, so they all put down their bowls and ran out.

He Tiezhu glanced at the fallen gate in the courtyard and frowned: "Fang boy, what are you doing?"

Aunt He's family is simple. Her head is named He Tiezhu, and she also has a son, He Li, and a daughter-in-law. There are two young grandchildren, and the two elderly people in the family live with He Tiezhu and his eldest brother.

Everyone was here, but He Huihui was missing.

Aunt He's genes are very strong. He Li and He Huihui's facial contours look like hers, and their two grandsons' eyebrows also look like his.

The things they like are different, but the things they dislike are all the same.

Fang Zichen glanced at them coldly: "Where is that bitch He Huihui? Where is she? Tell her to get out of here."

This was really a loss of face. Although he knew what He Huihui and Aunt He were doing outside, He Tiezhu and He Li both felt a little sorry for Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao, but the other party came to the door and called their daughter like this in front of them, which really didn't give them any face.

"Fang boy... Hey, what are you doing? This is not a place for you to run wild."

Fang Zichen raised his stick and walked to the left. He Tiezhu opened his hand to stop him, and Fang Zichen pinched him. Grabbing his neck and throwing him aside.

"This is not a place for me to run wild? Humph, who do you think you are? You dare to talk to me like this." Fang Zichen walked towards the door on the left and kicked it open. When he saw no one inside, he didn't just exit. Instead, he smashed the wooden cabinets, tables and chairs, leaving a mess all over the floor, and then walked next door.

"He Huihui, if you can, don't come out. I searched from house to house and couldn't find it, so I destroyed your house. You'd better pray that I don't find you."

When Fang Zichen said this, his tone was not fast, There was no special expression on his face, he could even be called calm, but everyone knew that he was not just talking, he could really do it.

Aunt He slapped her legs and cried, "What are you doing? What an evil! What an evil!"

The two children also started crying and making a noise. Heli wanted to step forward to stop them, but his wife stopped them.

Fang Zichen looked scary like this, how could she let her own boss die.

Fang Zichen smashed each of the four rooms in the He family. No one in the He family dared to step forward to stop them, let alone those outside.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know." Someone looked into the yard and saw that the He family was smashed to pieces and Fang Zichen was about to go to the last room. He boldly guessed: "Could it be? Because Aunt He and Huihui said bad things about Brother Zhao last time, is that why Mr. Fang is like this?"

"It shouldn't be. It's been more than a month since this happened, and they didn't even call at the door at that time. It's not like that now. It should be. What did Huihui do again?"

The door of the last room was kicked open, and He Huihui was finally found.

He Huihui was frightened from the moment Fang Zichen smashed the courtyard door. In other words, she had been worried since the morning. It was the first time she had done such a thing. She was so afraid that she couldn't eat and hid in the house. In the room, no one dared to say a word.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

As soon as Fang Zichen saw her, he felt a burst of rage in his heart. The anger in his body surged and surged so fiercely that he wished he could chop this bitch alive.

He had no sense at all. It didn't matter whether the other party was a man or a woman. Without saying a word, Fang Zichen rushed over and grabbed He Huihui's neck, lifted him off the ground, and then pushed him against the wall behind him, biting his back molars. , asked: "Where is my son?"

His face was sullen, his eyes were full of gloom, and his voice was cold and thorny. Although he was deliberately suppressing his anger, he still looked very cold.

Before He Huihui had time to run, a strong hand grabbed her by the throat. She tried hard but couldn't break it open. The arm tightly strangled her neck, and Fang Zichen's red eyes were Staring, she couldn't help but panic. She was so scared that her brain couldn't think properly. In the blank, she hesitated:

"I, I don't know."

"Don't know? You said you don't know?" Fang Zichen was so irritated by these words that his chest He was so angry that his eyes seemed to be burning red. He no longer deliberately controlled his violent emotions. He exerted force on his hands, and He Huihui's face suddenly turned red and she let out a muffled groan.

That beast knew his house, because someone must have shown him the way, or he had been told in advance. He Huihui was the only one in the village who knew people in the town.

She married into the Wu family and lived in the town for several years, so she thought she knew some people.

The only people in the village who have enemies with him are the Ma family, Liu Laizi and the Zhou family. However, these three families are mostly able to run rampant in the village. When they go outside, they are like the tortoise, shrinking, and they don't know who is sitting there. The person who lifts up the carriage.

Chapter 210

"Boy Fang, don't mess around." The village chief didn't know when he came. He was panting and trying to persuade him. He took two steps closer and said, "I know you are anxious when your good boy is gone, but Huihui... She's just a girl, don't take your anger out on her. "

"Did I tell you not to offend me again? I didn't beat you last time, so you thought I had no temper, so you dared to do it again. You're provoking me again, aren't you?" Fang Zichen yelled, but still didn't let go. The village chief suddenly rushed towards him, trying to knock him away. Fang Zichen was on guard when he tried to get closer. He rushed over and kicked him sideways in the chest.

The village chief flew out with a muffled bang and rolled twice. He lay on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

"I told you, don't fucking mess with me." Fang Zichen's face was full of rage and indifference: "I just want to know where my son is, don't fucking come to me to make me unhappy."

Aunt He scolded "You're a murderer! What's the point of coming to my house to smash it up and threaten my daughter if your son is gone?"

"Ask her!" Fang Zichen yelled, his patience running out.

He Huihui's neck felt like it was being pinched so hard that it was almost broken, and the force on her hands was still increasing. She couldn't breathe, her chest and lungs were so tight and painful, her face became redder and redder, and she could only plead: "Mr. Fang,... Please, please let me go, I, I can't breathe."

Fang Zichen didn't let go, and the words seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth: "I ask you for the last time, where is my son?"

He Huihui ? His expression was painful, his limbs struggled feebly, and a vague voice came out of his throat: "I, cough, I really don't know."

Fang Zichen was fiercely decisive, his fingers suddenly contracted, and he said in a cold voice: "Don't know? Then you Let this poisonous scorpion die!"

This sentence not only frightened He Huihui, but also made everyone in the yard look horrified.

That tone, that expression, that sullen look on his brows all made it clear that Fang Zichen was not joking, he meant what he said.

"Boy Fang." The village chief opened his eyes wide, as if he was frightened: "Don't be impulsive."

Seeing that He Huihui was about to roll her eyes, He Tiezhu and He Li were about to rush forward to fight Fang Zichen, He Huihui Xu Luo sounded again with a frightened voice.

"He, he's at Sun Shusheng, um, there."

"Is it Sun Shangcheng?" Fang Zichen asked.

He Huihui's brain lacked oxygen and she said with all her strength, "Yes, it's him."

"Huihui?" The village chief was a little incredulous: "What do you mean by that?"

Fang Zichen clicked his tongue and slapped the person hard. Throw it to the ground.

He Huihui fell on her back, feeling dizzy from the fall. The air rushed into her chest again, making her cover her neck in embarrassment and keep coughing.

Everyone in the yard looked at her. Fang Zichen was about to leave when He Huihui's sharp voice came from behind,

"Fang Zichen!"

He Huihui was still lying on the ground. She didn't know whether it was because she was coughing too much or for some reason. Her eyes were red,

"Have you always looked down on me?" She stared at Fang Zichen and poured out all the words in her heart. If she didn't ask or tell her now, she might not have a chance in the future.

She caught Guaizi and underestimated the importance of Guaizi in Fang Zichen's heart. After today, they might not even have the decency to say hello to each other when they meet in the future.

"Because I was divorced and returned to my parents' home, and my body is not clean, so you look down on me, don't you?"

These days, women are almost harsh to their brothers. Most people who have been divorced by their husbands and return home usually have a very difficult life.

First, some natal families do not tolerate it.

The second is that I can't stand the rumors.

Third, chastity is valued in this era. If you lose your innocence, it is difficult to be married to a good man

. This is why many girls and boys do not have a good life in their husband's family, and they are unwilling to divorce even if they are beaten or scolded.

"You look down on me, I know, but why?" He Huihui shed tears and her expression began to distort: ​​"Brother Zhao, what is the difference between me and me? He is not any cleaner than me, why should you You can accept him, but you can't, can't accept me? "How can I be inferior to him?"

No one in the room interrupted, they were all immersed in the shock and disbelief. Quietly, only He Huihui's sobbing voice echoed in the courtyard made of mud.

"I admit, I'm not as capable as him, but I can learn and I can do better than him, but why don't you even look at me? Don't you give me a chance? The good boy is just a bastard. He was born from a stolen life. Yes, he is not clean, he has followed so many people, why should he..." He

cut off all her words with a snap.

He Huihui's mouth was bleeding and she looked at Fang Zichen blankly.

"Keep your fucking mouth clean!" Fang Zichen looked down at her, remembering the bruises on the back of Brother Zhao's hands that were stepped on by others, he lowered his eyes and looked at He Huihui, then suddenly raised his foot and stepped on He Huihui. The back of the hand supporting the ground.

After two gurgles, He Huihui let out a scream.

One of her fingers was broken.

Fang Zichen never thought that one day he would be so cruel to a woman.

But why?

He just wanted to live a peaceful life with his husband and children, so why did one or two of them come to displease him and cause trouble for him at every turn?

If he didn't have a trace of sanity left, he would have strangled He Huihui to death just now.

"You dare to hit my daughter?" Aunt He subconsciously rushed up and wanted to hit him, but He Li held her back.

Fang Zichen glanced around everyone, and finally his eyes fell on Aunt He,

"Old lady, actually I admire you very much," he said in a mocking tone that everyone in the room could hear: "When He Huihui came back from divorce, I heard that you still Went to town to make trouble at the Wu family, right? At first, I thought, why are you so shameless? But after thinking about it, I realized that there are things you probably don't know yet!

" It didn't sound good, and it sounded too much. He Yong and the village chief all looked unhappy. Only He Huihui seemed to have thought of something and turned pale.

"Do you know why your daughter was divorced? It's..."

"Don't say it," he was interrupted by He Huihui pleading before he finished his words: "Please, don't say it, don't say it, please Please."

"What's the use of begging me?" Fang Zichen sneered, and He Huihui was stung by the harshness and indifference in his eyes, and felt a chill creeping up her back.

Fang Zichen said: "If I don't say anything today, everyone will just think that I am cruel! Besides, it's not that I haven't pitied you. It was not easy to think that you were a woman at the beginning, so I gave you a few points, but what's the result? You Your mother and I have been spreading rumors in the village, saying that Brother Zhao is stealing people, and now you have the audacity to kidnap my son. He is our Third Young Master's son! How dare you touch me? I can't even bear to touch my husband! He has only one finger, but now he is beaten so hard because of you, a bitch. If I don't bear it anymore, I will be a fucking bastard."

He stared at Aunt He and said with a shocking voice: "You. What a good daughter! You accuse Brother Zhao of stealing people every day, but do you know that your daughter is the one stealing people?"

With a boom, Aunt He and He Tiezhu's heads felt like they were struck by lightning . .

People outside the yard gasped.

Is this true or false?

This kind of scandal has not happened in this village for almost decades. In the past, people used to talk about which man was close to whose daughter-in-law, and saw them talking to each other in the fields. In fact, these were just rumors, and their temperament was completely different from this matter.

If it spread only in the village, only the He family would be embarrassed. If it spread to other villages, the whole village would be embarrassed.

"This, this is impossible," He Li came to his senses, pointed at Fang Zichen, and said angrily: "Fang boy, don't talk nonsense."

"Am I talking nonsense?" Fang Zichen laughed: "The daughter-in-law of the Wu family and the owner of the soy sauce shop About the affair, go to the town and ask about it. Who else doesn't know about it? "

The Wu family is from the next village. Old man Wu is good at making tofu. When he was young, he set up a stall in the town and made a lot of money. After earning some money, he married a daughter-in-law. The couple were honest and hardworking, and within a few years they bought a house in the town. The business was doing well and the family was well off.

He Huihui was able to marry into the Wu family, which was actually considered a high achievement. At that time, this marriage was envied by many girls in the village.

"The Wu family's business has not been good in the past two years, but your girl has found a new home in a hurry," Fang Zichen smiled. When he heard shopkeeper Yang talk about this matter, he was speechless. Yang Mutao's eldest wife stole someone, this river Huihui also steals people. Why do they love stealing so much? Are they both possessed by Pan Jinlian?

"Water flows to lower places and people go to higher places. Everyone wants to pursue a better life. There is nothing wrong and understandable in this. I admire anyone who has the ability to fly on a branch and become a phoenix. But you, my daughter, can't do that. Ah! They haven't even divorced yet, but they came out to steal people and cuckold Xiao Wu.

"I am particularly ashamed of such people," he said with a smile on his face, "stealing people doesn't count now." It is so kind to attack a three-year-old child. You have the same blood as the He family. You really know how to teach your daughter. I, Fang Zichen, admire you!"

These words were like a slap in everyone's face, making them feel like they were being beaten. Nailed in place, his throat was strangled, unable to say a word.

Everyone inside and outside the courtyard felt that Fang Zichen's words were right.

Ha Huihui is nothing.

First, he spread rumors all over the village, and then he attacked his son. Why is he so vicious?

When people in the village live together, there will always be some conflicts after a long time, but everyone never does this kind of thing. At most, they just curse a few words, say a few words of complaint when seeing each other's children, or just slap the child's butt if he dares to do so. Two times, no matter how vicious the thing is, He Huihui didn't look like this kind of person before, but now she wants to harm someone's son instead of stealing from him. This heart is really too vicious.

He Huihui lowered her head, unable to see her expression clearly.