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Chapter 271

After dinner, the good boy squeezed into Fang Zichen's arms, rummaged through his large pockets with his little hands, and then, holding it in both hands, handed Chen Weidong's teeth to him like a treasure.

"Father~"

He looked at Fang Zichen quietly, with a trace of expectation in his eyes.

Fang Zichen hugged him tightly, kissed him, took out a small seal from his purse, and stamped it on the good boy's forehead.

"My son did a great job. Father will reward you with a little red flower."

The good boy carefully raised his hand and touched it. He didn't touch anything, so he ran into the kitchen and stood on tiptoes to drink water. He scooped a ladle of water into the basin with both hands, then stretched out his head and saw a small red flower shining brightly in the center of his forehead. He laughed, and ran out to find Brother Zhao again, saying that he had the little red flower. Yes, it's a reward from my father.

Brother Zhao smiled and touched his head.

When he went out to the city at night, the good boy stopped running. He was afraid that if he ran too fast, others wouldn't be able to see his little red flower. He hesitated until Brother Zhao pretended to take off his shoes and beat him, so he started running.

At night, when the boy fell asleep, Brother Zhao discussed with Fang Zichen whether he should find a new school for his son.

After such a quarrel with the Wu family, Mr. Chen and Mr. Chen were completely at odds with each other. He had no shame in sending his good boy away anymore.

But thinking about Mrs. Chen's face today, Brother Zhao couldn't help but sigh that people really can't be judged by their appearance.

When she came to visit that day, Ms. Chen seemed to be generous and friendly towards them, but now that she thought about it, she was just trying to look virtuous and virtuous in front of Mr. Wu and Mr. Wu.

If the good boy didn't tell him those things before, Brother Zhao wouldn't think too much about it now. After all, Chen Weidong was beaten badly, and Mrs. Chen felt distressed. He would inevitably lose his mind in anger. This is not unforgivable, but he threw it away before. The gifts they gave and the words they spoke about his son, this man looked at them and thought they were not that great.

In addition to Wu Jiale, who stood up today, the other children in the Wu family, not only Wu Haojie and Wu Jiayi, also somewhat rejected the good boy. Brother Zhao originally thought that he was only bullied by Chen Weidong, so he still wanted to react to Mr. Wu. Now that he knows his son's situation, he never wants to send his child back again.

Those deliberate rejections, dislikes, and jealousies can make people uncomfortable. Guaizi cannot play with the Wu children. Watching them playing in the yard, he may even feel that he is incompatible with them.

Brother Zhao said he would look for it, so he would look for it. Fang Zichen would not let his son smash the Wu family and get angry!

If they were sent here, people who didn't know would think they were shameless!

No wonder Yang Mingyi wanted to go to the village to celebrate the New Year with him in the past, but didn't want to come. It turned out that the Wu family was a mess.

The next day Brother Zhao didn't send his child to Wu's house, knowing that he didn't have to go to school. The good boy immediately laughed so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes. After exercising, he went to find Yang Mingyi with milk tea and painted with him in the room.

Seeing that Guaizi had not come until the afternoon, Mr. Wu sighed with disappointment. Mr. Wu said: "If you don't want to come again, forget it. If it were me, I wouldn't even want to send Miaomiao over." Yes, these little ones in the family... I really don't know who they are."

This matter seems to have ended just like that.

Mr. Wu asked someone to return all thirty taels of silver. Brother Zhao felt it was inappropriate. Although the good boy had only been in Wu's house for a few days, he had to use some pen and ink in class and had to eat for many days. He didn't Mr. Chen would like to chew his tongue again, took a few taels of silver, bought some paper and ink, bought thirty kilograms of rice, three chickens, five kilograms of meat, and two fish, and sent them to the Wu family in person.

Mrs. Chen felt her face burning as she listened to the servants in the courtyard reporting.

Brother Zhao is slapping her in the face!

Unexpectedly, he looked so sweet and sweet, but he was also so small-minded.

Mr. Wu and Mr. Wu didn't expect that Fang Zichen didn't come to the door. Brother Zhao came first. They didn't know who came up with this bad idea.

But Mr. Wu felt that it was not Fang Zichen. He was full of crooked ideas and wanted to harm others. He could just open his mouth and act, but he was not willing to spend the money. Therefore, this matter was probably Brother Zhao's own idea.

Mr. Wu didn't know what he felt in his heart. He sent Brother Zhao away. He couldn't hide the loss and sorrow in his eyes. He stared at the rice and meat on the table and the chickens in the cage on the ground. He turned around and asked someone to put these away. Send the things to Chen's courtyard.

After selling out the cold drinks in the afternoon, Fang Zichen was teaching a few children to read in the backyard. Brother Zhou came in and said that someone was looking for him outside.

As soon as Fang Zichen came out, he saw a man sitting in the store. He was wearing the uniform of Qinghe Academy. He was in his thirties and slightly fat.

Fang Zichen approached and asked doubtfully, "Who are you?"

The man stood up, looked at Fang Zichen carefully, and then said, "My surname is Chen."

"Oh~" Fang Zichen reacted immediately, and he leaned against the table next to him. He folded his hands on his chest and said in a lazy tone: "It turns out to be Fatty Chen's father. What, are you here to find a place for your son today?"

Father Chen said: "Yes and no."

Fang Zichen: " ······"

He is also a scholar, but he is not so arrogant in his words. It is not, it is, it is not, it is not, and he talks nonsense.

"It was my kid who made the move first. I've already asked him clearly." Father Chen didn't like talking to others with his head raised, so he stood up. However, he still had to look up at the other person. He frowned slightly and stepped back a few steps. After taking a few steps, he said, "My Xiaodong is older than your son. It's wrong for him to bully his younger brother."

Fang Zichen raised his eyebrows and looked at him without saying anything.

Father Chen's face darkened slightly.

Normally, if he said this, people should say back, "That kid from my family was also ignorant, and he beat your child so badly. I'm really sorry." 'But after he finished speaking, Fang Zichen didn't say anything. Not only did he not express his position, he didn't even apologize.

He had no choice but to speak again: "Although my Xiaodong is wrong, your son beat my son so hard that he can't even get out of bed now, and he looks rude. Isn't it too much?"

Fang Zichen smiled and stood up slightly: "It's not too much! As you said, he bullied my son first, and my son fought back. Your son is a loser. Who is to blame for being beaten? He is not human. Your son has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and he looks like he has not evolved yet. You're such a useless monkey."

Father Chen's eyes widened and he almost couldn't sit still. He didn't even have time to speak when he heard Fang Zichen say: "You still want to come to me today to accuse me, I'll tell you. You, I don't care how badly your son is beaten. If I meet him, I will just kick him again."

Father Chen looked at Fang Zichen and his face twisted: "Fang Xiucai, I thought you were a scholar. I'm being reasonable, but I didn't expect you to be like this."

Fang Zichen tapped his fingers on the table: "Yes, I'm just unreasonable, so get out!"

Father Chen stood up and said in a bad tone: "Fang Xiucai, To

indulge a son is like killing a son. You dare to protect your son like this? What's wrong? Is it wrong to fight back when being bullied?"

Father Chen raised his finger and said, "Don't mess around, you know what I said..."

"What is that?" Fang Zichen slapped his hand away, stood up straight, and looked down at Chen's father: "Just because he was beaten hard, can we ignore his fault? I Why did my son beat him? Was it because my son was a bitch? He wanted to be beaten, and he was not as good as others. He was beaten because he was incompetent. What was wrong with beating him to death? It's self-defense."

Father Chen's fingers were numb, and he couldn't say a word under his cold gaze.

It's not that he is cowardly, but that Fang Zichen's strong brows clearly show his strength and arrogance. He stands tall and has long legs. The pressure caused by the height difference cannot be ignored. Coupled with the well-tailored clothes , making him exude a formidable aura, as if he was only one gold-rimmed glasses away from the gentle scum and the well-dressed beast.

"If you dare to bully my son again and again, please tighten his skin and don't let me see him." Fang Zichen said with a gloomy face.

Father Chen swallowed his saliva and remained silent for a while. Then he saw several guests coming in looking this way. He couldn't bear to lose face, so he turned around and left.

Brother Zhao came out from behind the door and took a look at the door. He saw Chen's father walking away, and he couldn't believe it: "He just left like that?"

"Otherwise?" Fang Zichen asked.

Brother Zhao said: "I thought he was going to make a fuss again and ask us to pay some money or something."

"Oh, he dared to make a fuss? My strong masculinity made him weak, and he still You dare to make a fuss." Fang Zichen said nonchalantly: "Besides, scholars are the most shameless people. If there is a fuss, people will come and go here. Later, everyone will know that such a big son of ours was suppressed and beaten. , I'm afraid he will be embarrassed."

"Probably not." Brother Zhao said with a smile: "I think he is almost as thick-skinned as you, how can he be embarrassed so easily?

" ····"

Just talk about people, why are you blaming him again?

And how can he be so thick-skinned? He obviously has excellent psychological quality.

This guy really can't speak.

The good boy didn't go to Wu's house, and the academy hadn't been found yet, so Fang Zichen had no choice but to go into battle and teach him by himself.

There are many academies in Yuanzhou, but they are far away and inconvenient. Most of the academies recruit students who are over six years old.

If the child is too young, he or she will have an unstable temperament and be difficult to teach. If he or she sits for a long time, he or she may get into trouble. Children from wealthy families are not as precocious as those from poor families. They know that studying is not easy and they will work hard when they enter the academy. Some wealthy families Children who are four or five years old still need someone to take care of them 24 hours a day to eat and dress. They can have book boys in the academy, but they are not eligible to enter the classroom. In this case, one or two is fine, but more What should you do if you start crying?

However, children should be enlightened when they are three years old and cannot enter academies, so some aristocratic families hire masters to come to their homes and provide one-on-one guidance.

Several children in the Wu family have a grandfather who is the dean, which I have to say is really convenient.

Fang Zichen didn't want his son to lose at the starting line. In the past, when he was young, Fang Zichen taught him as if it was just for fun, only two hours a day. Now that he is a little over four years old, Fang Zichen's teaching is much more serious, at least. All morning, the good boy was kept in his room by him. Those who worked in the yard outside listened to him reading for a while, then went out for a walk for a while, then went into the room, but after half an hour, he came out again. , walked around, hung out with Yang Mingyi and Brother Zhao, and then entered the room again.

Brother Zhao looked at the 'curriculum' posted by Fang Zichen on the table, including painting classes, music classes, physical education classes, and ideological and moral classes. He felt dizzy and worried.

He has also been inquiring about the academy recently. He heard from many women who came to the store to buy roast duck that most of their children were in the academy writing articles or listening to what the master said... anyway, it was like their own family. It's just not the same.

Thinking that Fang Zichen came from overseas, this should be the overseas education method.

Anyway, he saw that the good boy was smiling every time he went out for a walk and ran into the room. He probably liked Fang Zichen teaching him this way.

...

Yang Mingyi spent most of the day at Fang's house with Xiaofeng and Guaizi. At noon, he went to Wu's house to talk to Mr. Wu.

Time always flies by so fast. After Yang Mingyi stayed here for a few days, it was time to go back.

Brother Zhao knew his taste, so he wrapped some duck necks for him and brought him two cups of milk tea for him to eat on the way.

When he came, Mr. Wu sent the carriage driver from the mansion to pick him up. However, Mr. Wu went to visit an old friend in another place and had not come back yet. Mrs. Chen returned to her parents' home today. The carriages in the mansion were all gone. Wu The old man came over and wanted to persuade Yang Mingyi to leave after a few days.

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Chapter 272

Yang Mingyi shook his head. It had been agreed for four days. If he didn't go back after the expiration date, he was afraid that Yang Mutao would be worried. Although he could have someone send a message, he really didn't want to trouble Mr. Wu anymore.

Seeing that he could not be persuaded, Mr. Wu went out with him to find a carriage.

Brother Zhao is worried after all. Yang Mingyi is so talented and a brother. This coachman is not his own. He doesn't know where the coach will be driven to!

Seeing Fang Zichen chopping peppers and looking around so dishonestly that his kitchen knife would hit his shoes, Brother Zhao went over and grabbed his ears.

Fang Zichen screamed: "What the hell are you doing, Aunt Zhao?"

"I told you to be serious when you work, otherwise you won't get hurt." Brother Zhao let go of his hand and didn't use much force. He patted Fang Zichen and said, "You go and see Brother Yi off. I'm not too worried about him coming back as a little brother."

Fang Zichen rubbed his ears and stood up and glared at him: "If you're not too worried, then just go! I Don't worry, I won't go."

Brother Zhao is the best at treating him. Seeing that everyone was working and not paying attention, he stood up on tiptoes and kissed him quickly, and then said with a smile: "Husband, are you going? "

...You called me, so I'm going to go." Fang Zichen said with some intoxication, "Don't say it's a farewell, even if my husband calls me to go up the mountain of swords and into the sea of ​​fire, I will be obliged to do so."

Xie Xiaoyu . Some looked at him with admiration. This man told lies with his eyes open, just like he was eating. It was not difficult at all.

Brother Zhao smiled and said, "Go into the room and get some money, so as not to see what you want to buy but don't have."

Seeing Fang Zichen leaving happily, Xie Xiaoyu came to Brother Zhao and said, "Brother Zhao, my husband is here." "Teach me! How do you control him so obediently? I'll learn two tricks and treat that one in my family too."

Brother Zhao said shyly, "I don't care much about him!" If I have to say it, it might be because I accidentally looked a little cute." Looking at Xie Xiaoyu's wide eyes, Brother Zhao continued: "He likes me like this."

Xie Xiaoyu: "... · ·"

There are some guys with round faces and big eyes outside, but he has never seen Fang Zichen look at anyone more than once.

Mr. Wu and his two maids were standing at the gate of the city with Yang Mingyi. Although Yang Mingyi was young, he was already quite elegant. His facial features were so beautiful that people dared not look directly at them. Some of the men who passed by couldn't help but secretly look at her. Look back.

Seeing this situation, Mr. Wu was about to ask a maid to go back and call the two guards to escort Yang Mingyi back, when there was a sound of horse hooves in front of him, and a girl's shouting.

"Yang Zhu... Yang Zhu hey..."

Yang Mingyi looked over and saw Fang Zichen riding towards him on horseback. The boy was sitting in his arms, waving vigorously at him.

Yang Mingyi was a little startled. He waited until Fang Zichen pulled the reins and the horse kicked its front legs and neighed to the sky before it stopped, then he walked over.

"Brother Fang, Guaizi, why are you here? Are you going somewhere?"

It was the first time for Guaizi to ride a horse. The horse Fang Zichen rented was very tall and strong. When he looked first, the horse looked at him. He was afraid, but Fang Zichen put him on the horse and ran for a short time, and he fell in love with it.

The meeting was so excited that he rushed over and said, "Yang Zhu, come up here. The good boy will take you home. The good boy will be the flower protector!"

Mr. Wu came over.

Fang Zichen jumped off the horse, nodded to the person and said hello: "Old man Wu."

Mr. Wu: "..."

Calling his wife Old Man Wu, calling him Little Old Man Wu, this boy is really a Will shout.

He was a little dumbfounded and said: "I'm really sorry about my dear boy. How many children at home..."

He seemed not to know what to say. Fang Zichen waved his hand, and the past matter was over. There is no need to mention it again. In a large family with more than ten or twenty people, who can ensure that everyone is good? It doesn't mean that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, and good bamboo shoots produce bad bamboo. He has seen it many times.

"You should always go back! It's quite sunny outside. I'll send Brother Yi back in person. Don't worry."

Regarding Fang Zichen, Mr. Wu was relieved. He nodded: "Then I'll trouble you."

"It's okay. "

Fang Zichen helped Yang Mingyi get on the horse, held the rope, and got out of the city gate. There was no one around, so he sat on it.

Yang Mingyi sat in front of him, holding Guaizi in his arms, and Guaizi was holding a bag of steamed buns in his arms.

Fang Zichen lowered his head and asked, "Brother Yi, are you scared?"

Yang Mingyi's heart couldn't stop beating wildly. It was also his first time riding a horse. Although he was a brother, he also yearned for excitement.

When Fang Zichen saw him shaking his head and saying he wasn't afraid, he laughed, then put his legs under the horse's belly and galloped away.

On the official road, loess flew in an instant.

The scenery on both sides quickly receded, and the wind roared in his ears. The boy opened his mouth, took a sip of wind, swallowed it, turned to Yang Mingyi and said, this breath tastes like watermelon.

After taking a second sip, I was told that it tasted like chives.

Yang Mingyi was even amused by him.

We took a brief rest along the way and everyone had something to eat before we got back on the road.

When they arrived at Fu'an Town, Fang Zichen jumped off his horse and led the horse outside the Yang Mansion. The gatekeeper hurried over when he saw Yang Mingyi.

"Master, you're back."

"Well!"

Yang Mingyi jumped off the horse, and Guaizi called him, and reluctantly said: "Yang Zhu, Guaizi is going back to his home, don't miss Guaizi~ Guaizi is still young, we You're not very capable yet, but you'll be able to think about it when your little boy grows up, so don't think about him now."

"Okay," Yang Mingyi said.

He answered directly, which made Guaizi a little depressed, and he was not very happy on the road.

Fang Zichen pinched his little face and coaxed him: "You, Uncle Yang, want to do big things and make a lot of money, how can I have

time to think about you!" The good boy was not happy, so he took out a steamed bun and took it out to eat: "But even the good boy has idle dreams. "He." Fang Zichen

said earnestly, "Son, it's wrong to fall in love early. You are still young!"

The boy turned to look at him, took a bite of the bun, chewed it a few times and said, "Father, you are ignorant."

: "······"

"You said it yourself, the probability of finding true love these days is about the same as the probability of being struck by lightning. This kind of life-long event must be planned in advance. Dad said bird, marry a virtuous wife. , Guaizi will start to pay attention to birds now. After Guaizi's observation, Yang Zhu is doing well. He loves Guaizi, and Guaizi also loves him. He is interested in Guaizi, and Guaizi is also interested in him. He is affectionate. People want to get married eventually," Guaizi said seriously.

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen wiped his face and looked at him speechless.

He knew that people in ancient times matured early, and it was common for them to start families in their teens, but if they matured early, they would not be mature enough to do so!

His eldest brother was taken on a blind date by his grandmother when he was twenty-six years old. His father even said: "He is still a child, give him two more years of single life!"

What's wrong with his son?

Twenty-six is ​​still a child, and his son is only four years old! Now I'm afraid that even if it's an embryo, I don't even think about lovers getting married.

Now that's it. When you get older, will you start wearing a twenty-pound gold chain around your neck, wearing a vest, crossing your legs, and starting to sit on the street and whistle at the girls passing by?

It's just too bad.

It's better not to make extra money in the past two days, but to wash my mind first.

If the money is gone and you make money slowly, it will be terrible if it goes crooked. Brother Zhao will probably have to blame him again.

He was just thinking about something when he suddenly heard Guaizi say something.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zichen asked angrily.

The good boy pointed with his little hand: "Father, where is Ximo's Grandma Liu?"

"Ah?" Fang Zichen followed his hand and pointed towards her. It was now outside the city gate, there were few people, and the woman was carrying a baby on her back. He was hunched over with a big burden, as if the burden was too heavy, and his back was crushed. His clothes were not that good either, his knees and elbows were patched, and his cloth shoes had holes in them.

She stood at the intersection and looked from a distance, her eyes full of confusion and confusion.

Fang Zichen looked at it carefully, not to mention that he looked 70/80% similar to Aunt Liu.

He recalled that when he first met Ma Wen, he felt that he was similar to Ma Dazhuang. Later he realized that they were father and son. At this moment... Fang

Zichen turned his horse's head and walked over.

When the woman heard the sound, she turned around and looked over. She saw a handsome young man and a child on the horse. She thought they were young masters from some family. The man was coming towards her. She was afraid of blocking the way, so she hurriedly tried to move aside. , Unexpectedly, the horse stopped when it got close.

The woman looked up and met Fang Zichen's eyes. She quickly lowered her head and took two steps back. She lowered her head as if afraid and did not dare to speak.

Just now from a distance, she looked a lot like Aunt Liu, but now that she was close, she didn't expect to look more like her.

It's just that this man is younger. Apart from some vicissitudes of life and excessive weight loss, his facial features are quite good-looking.

Fang Zichen asked tentatively: "Auntie, do you know Aunt Liu..."

He wanted to ask you, do you know Aunt Liu? But there were so many people with the surname Liu. Now that he thought about it carefully, he seemed to have no idea what Aunt Liu's name was. He always followed Brother Zhao's call of Aunt Liu, and so did Uncle Liu.

Fang Zichen thought for a while and then asked: "Do you know Liu Xiaowen?"

The woman suddenly raised her head.

With this posture, I guess I know each other, and sure enough, the other party nodded: "Yes, this young master..."

"I am not a young master!" Fang Zichen interrupted her and said, "You are Aunt Liu's sister, right? ?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then nodded stiffly.

Fang Zichen leaned over slightly: "Where are you going?"

The woman replied softly: "Yuanzhou."

"Going to find Aunt Liu?" Fang Zichen asked.

The woman was silent for a long time this time, and then nodded: "Yes!"

"Then why don't you go?" Fang Zichen looked at her and asked curiously: "Did you not find the carriage?"

The woman's face was a little red, na na na. She said it wasn't that she didn't find the carriage, but that she had no money.

Yang Mingyi was still young and familiar with each other. Fang Zichen rode the same horse with him, just like an older brother with a younger brother, so he didn't think it was a big deal. But he was embarrassed about Aunt Liu's sister. In modern times, even It's a bit too intimate.

Fang Zichen had made so much extra money recently that he no longer paid much attention to the dozens of coins. He stopped a carriage for her, helped pay for it, and then drove the horse ahead.

The horse ran faster than the carriage, and he had told people to wait for him at the city gate when he arrived in Yuanzhou, because Fang Zichen did not have to follow the carriage closely.

He asked the boy to hold the saddle and led the horse ahead.

"Son, are you scared?"

The little boy's little face was red from the sun, and his cheeks seemed to be stained with rouge, like red glutinous rice balls. He puffed out his chest and shook his head loudly and said: "Good boy is a man. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid." ."

Fang Zichen handed over the rope in his hand: "Okay, then you can hold on to the rope and walk for a while."

The good boy gained courage after eating two buns, and he actually took it, thinking about Fang Zichen's previous actions, and imitated it. He got up, tightened the reins, and changed the direction. Fang Zichen was afraid that the horse would run away and he would not be able to catch up, so he went around to the back and grabbed the horse's tail.

The good boy didn't know, he just thought he was waiting in place, and rode the horse in a circle slowly. He was used to it, and seemed to feel that this slow pace was not enough. His two short legs fluttered against the horse's belly. , suddenly shouted: "Drive~"

The horse had been trained, and after hearing this, it hit its nose and started running. Fang Zichen was caught off guard and was pulled out by a strong force, and then fell to the ground.

"Holy shit!!"

He got up and was completely stunned. Seeing that there was no one in front of him, his heart skipped a beat.

Where is his son whose head is as big as a watermelon?

It's over now, it's really over.

Chapter 273

Fang Zichen was so flustered that he didn't even bother to brush off the dust on his body. He pulled out his legs and was about to chase him out. However, after a while, the sound of horse hooves came from ahead again. The good boy called him: "Father, have fun! Good boy!" You know how to ride a bird~"

Fang Zichen: "..."

I'll ride on your head.

Damn, he was so scared that he almost died on the spot.

This damn kid is really courageous.

The boy came to his side and pulled the reins to make the horse stop.

"Yeah? Father, you fell down like a fool? You, Simo, don't look at the road when you walk? At such an old age, you are still ignorant. All good boys have to look at the road when walking. You don't look at the road. Look, now you have fallen "Okay."

Fang Zichen: "..."

This damn child, who wants to buy a child? He paid two taels and took it away directly.

Guaizi stretched out his hands towards him and urged worriedly: "Father, take Guaizi down and let him see if you are injured."

Fang Zichen was relieved again.

This child can still be raised barely.

Filial piety!

The good boy got off the horse and immediately held Fang Zichen's face to look carefully. He frowned and asked him seriously to stretch out his hands and legs. He saw that his palms and knees were not broken. He was acting like a little adult. He breathed a sigh of relief.

While patting Fang Zichen's clothes, he said cautiously: "Father, please be careful in the future." The good boy rubbed his forehead against his face: "If you fall down, it will hurt. Good boy, you don't want your father to feel the pain."

Fang Zichen felt warm in his heart . Huhu, it's like taking a mouthful of honey directly, it's so sweet, it seems like you're going to become an immortal and enter the paradise world. He kissed the good boy and stopped worrying about what happened just now.

But his son is really more courageous than him. When he first started training horses, he didn't even get started so quickly.

This courage and intelligence are so damn like him.

It was almost September and a half, and the wild chrysanthemums on the roadside were in bloom. Fang Zichen picked a large handful, thinking of going back and giving them to Brother Zhao.

This flower grows all over the place, regardless of the location. People in the village don't care about it. Brother Zhao has stayed in the village for a long time, and he doesn't think there is anything good about it. No matter how good it is, it should be done every day for ten years. He was tired of seeing it, but every time Fang Zichen picked it and gave it to him, he couldn't help feeling happy and fond of it. It was like seeing this kind of flower for the first time. He liked it no matter how he looked at it. He kept it in a bottle and took time out of his busy life every day. Water it.

Although the flowers are picked anywhere and are not valuable, they are very romantic.

Fang Zichen stopped playing, hugged the boy and rode away.

When we arrived at Yuanzhou, the woman was waiting at the door, still carrying her big baggage. It seemed very important and she didn't dare to put it on the ground.

Fang Zichen led her into the city and returned the horse along the way.

Horses are valuables and a deposit is required when renting them. After Fang Zichen got the money back, he took the woman to Xiangling Street.

In the evening, there were many people on the street. The woman seemed very nervous and uneasy. She followed Fang Zichen closely all the way, not daring to take a step away from him. When she reached the door of the shop, she suddenly slowed down. Fang Zichen didn't notice and rushed to the yard. There started shouting.

"Aunt Liu, I brought your sister."

At that time, Aunt Liu was sitting under the eaves choosing vegetables. Others were busy in the yard, and they became puzzled after hearing this.

"My sister?"

Not only Aunt Liu was puzzled, but Uncle Liu was also surprised.

Aunt Liu has two brothers above her. She is the youngest in the family. A few years after marrying Uncle Liu, her parents were gone. Where could she have a younger sister?

Fang Zichen looked at her like this and blinked. Guaizi was sitting on his arm and said, "Grandma Liu, she is your sister. She is very similar to you. Guaizi discovered her." He said and went back. Seeing no one in sight, she scratched her head and said, "Hey, where's that grandma?"

Aunt Liu didn't know what she thought of, so she put away the vegetables and ran out of the yard.

Then there was crying outside.

"Xiao Li?"

"Mother..."

Uncle Liu rushed out immediately, along with Liu Xiaowen, Brother Zhou, Brother Zhao and Xie Xiaoyu looked at Fang Zichen with strange expressions, and Li Yanmei couldn't bear it. Stop and laugh out loud.

Fang Zichen: "..."

Are they not sisters, but mother and daughter?

Then this eldest sister is a little anxious!

He got it all wrong.

Fang Zichen choked up, and the boy looked up at him: "Father, put him down, he has to go to work."

Fang Zichen put him down and saw him jumping over to pluck duck feathers with Xiaofeng. I can't help but be envious.

Even if the child is good, he doesn't know what shame is.

Li Yanmei and Xie Xiaoyu were still laughing, and Fang Zichen said to a few people: "I'm a little tired, I'll go back to the house to rest."

Brother Zhao followed him in, and Fang Zichen walked in front and turned to glare at him.

"Xiao Xiaoxiao, can you give me some face?"

Brother Zhao blushed with a smile. He pointed to the bouquet in his arms and changed the subject.

"Is it for me?"

"Originally, but I don't want to give it to you now." Fang Zichen said depressedly: "You are laughing at me."

Brother Zhao looked at him, with a bouquet between them, Fang Zichen's deep eyes Her eyes are hidden behind a sea of ​​colorful flowers, looking particularly charming.

Brother Zhao looked at him intently, stretched out his hand and touched him gently, and laughed again: "Who told you to be blind?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

This flower was given to my family. Forget it dog!

Why are you so romantic? He wants to slap Brother Zhao twice now.

When dinner was served, everyone in the Liu family had red eyes. They had obviously just cried. Fang Zichen secretly glanced at Liu Xiaoli and realized that his idea just now was wrong. Liu Xiaoli was still sensible and didn't look anxious, but over the years, He must not be living a good life. He works too much and looks much older and thinner. If he were fatter and had plenty of fat, he would look younger.

Liu Xiaoli didn't dare to pick up food at the table, so Brother Zhao used serving chopsticks to pick up a chopstick for him.

"Sister Liu, eat more."

Liu Xiaoli looked at him and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhao."

Brother Zhao originally thought that Liu Xiaoli was here to 'visit relatives', but Brother Zhou told him otherwise.

Liu Xiaoli was divorced and had nowhere to go. She originally returned to Xiaohe Village, but when she returned, the Liu family was closed. Liu Xiaoli was a very delicate and beautiful girl when she was young. When she escaped from the Liu family, she was only ten years old. Sui Da, later married into the Jiang family. Although it was just the next village, not far away, she didn't come back very often. She had changed so much over the years that no one in the village recognized her for a while. It can be seen that she was standing outside Liu's house with her back hunched over. She looked at a loss and was really pitiful, so she went up to ask. Knowing it was her, the villagers said: "The Liu family has gone to Yuanzhou to follow Brother Zhao."

Liu Xiaoli had nowhere to go, so she walked to the town and touched her With two pennies in my pocket and the guilt in my heart, I didn't know whether I should go to Yuanzhou.

There was no money at home, so Aunt Liu shamelessly went to Jiang's house to discuss with Liu Xiaoli, asking her to borrow some money from Jiang Tiezhu and pay him back when she had more money. However, Liu Xiaoli hesitated and said that her family's business had been sluggish recently and she had no money.

But the Jiang family has been in business for many years, how could they not even have a few hundred coins?

Aunt Liu begged, saying that if she could help, the money would be repaid, but Liu Xiaoli stopped talking and just kept crying and saying she was sorry.

Later, because he couldn't pay the money, Liu Xiaowen went to serve. After leaving, there was no news, and his life and death were unknown. Sometimes Aunt Liu thought of Liu Xiaoli and couldn't help it. She complained a little about her, although she knew she shouldn't be like this. , Liu Xiaoli was married and had her own family, so she had no obligation to help her, but she still couldn't let go of her "failure to save her".

Later, Liu Xiaoli probably blamed herself. After Liu Xiaowen went to serve, she felt ashamed and never came back. She would occasionally drag people over to deliver things.

This meeting suddenly came back, and I didn't expect it to be together and separated.

But think about it, Liu Xiaoli has been married to the Jiang family for many years and has never had anything to do with her. There are three types of unfilial piety, the most serious of which is not having children. It seems that it is only a matter of time before she is divorced.

Seeing her thin and old look, Aunt Liu lost all her anger. After all, it was coming from her own stomach. In the end, she still felt distressed.

The Liu family no longer lives with the Fang family. After dinner,

two days after Liu Xiaoli returned with Aunt Liu, Liu Xiaoli would come to the store to help. Fang Zichen would occasionally talk to her. Fang Zichen still had a good impression of this woman. Yes, after all Brother Zhao said that when he was born prematurely, Liu Xiaoli gave him something.

Since ancient times, it is easy to add icing on the cake, but difficult to provide help in times of need. This is a good person.

That night, before going to bed, Brother Zhao told Fang Zichen that Brother Zhou was introduced to an academy by a customer who came to the store and planned to send him there.

This academy is not too far from the shop, and their four-year-old child is also admitted. What do you think of Fang Zichen?

Brother Zhao always felt that it was inappropriate for the good boy to study with Fang Zichen. It was not because he was afraid that Fang Zichen would not be a good teacher. The fact that the good boy was favored by Mr. Wu was enough to prove that his teaching was good. However, Fang Zichen also wanted to make extra money, and also had to pay for the teacher. To prepare for the provincial examination next year, and after guarding Yizhuang, he will return to the academy. How can he have so much time to teach children?

The child is growing day by day. Brother Zhao is not only afraid of delaying the child, but also is afraid of delaying Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen has no opinion. You have to go and see it to know whether it is good or not.

The next day after Fang Zichen returned to the city, he went out to inquire about it. After working on it for a long time, he found out that it was a 'private school' run by an old scholar. I heard it had a good reputation, but it was quite strict.

It's better to be strict! Children cannot be effective without fighting.

People compete for a breath of air, Buddhas compete for a stick of incense, and bastards compete to be the first to make soup. Modern children at this age have to sit on two small benches in kindergarten. His family still plucks duck feathers at home all day long. He can't let them I lost at the starting line.

Moreover, after going to the academy and making new friends, I should be less attached to him and Brother Zhao.

The first three years old was a bit clingy, but that was okay. Fang Zichen also thought it would be better if he was older, but the result was that the fireworks were fired before the sedan arrived, and he was happy too early.

Every time he and Brother Zhao were having sex with each other, and their love got deep, this damn kid would pop out. When he went to a hut, he would stay outside, for fear that others would not know that he was squatting there.

Sometimes I think about it, Bai Suzhen is better! The children were imprisoned in Lei Feng Tower as soon as they were born. When they came out, they all won the top prize.

This saves the boss trouble.

Fang Zichen inquired about it, and everyone said it was very good. He went with Brother Zhao and Guaizi the next day.

It is a private school run by Confucius. It has two classrooms in his own home. It is not large in scale and not as spacious as an orthodox academy. But Confucius said that he was only giving enlightenment to his children. When the children are older, they will still have to go to it. It would be better to send it to a big academy outside.

In the orthodox academies, there are not only lectures, but also the Six Arts of a Gentleman to be learned.

Children of wealthy families and aristocratic families have wide connections and rich backgrounds, so they would not send their children to such a small place. But like ordinary families, they have money, but not enough to hire a wife alone, but they want to send their children to a small place like this. If the children at home are learning Chinese and Chinese characters, a private school like Confucius would be the best choice.

I heard that Kong Xiang was a scholar, but he didn't have much knowledge. There were ninety-eight people selected for that class of scholars, and he seemed to be at the bottom. Ninety-seven or ninety-six. Fang Zichen couldn't remember, anyway. Go up wiping your tail.

Although he is just a scholar, there should not be much problem in educating a child.

As soon as I arrived outside the hospital, I heard the sound of reading loudly from inside.

Fang Zichen followed the sound and saw that there were about twenty children sitting in the first classroom, all about six or seven years old. He looked outside the room for a moment, his expression a bit indescribable.

Fang Zichen was a little confused.

These children seem to have a compass stuck in their heads, trying to draw circles in the sky, shaking their heads and not knowing whether they are dizzy or not. Will this operation make it easier to memorize the book?

The boy just led Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao to the second classroom when Confucius walked over.

Chapter 274

When Confucius arrived, he was slightly puzzled: "Who are you?"

He had regular features, a face of a Chinese prince, and he looked very righteous. He was slightly younger than Old Man Wu, and he still had a goatee on his chin.

He probably teaches and educates people. He looks very serious and has the demeanor of a teaching director.

He didn't see Guaizi at first, but when he saw Fang Zichen holding Guaizi, he immediately knew what he was here for.

Seeing that his expression was not very good, the young man hurriedly said respectfully: "Sir, this young man and his husband want to send their children to study. The young man is showing them around."

This young man is new here and has only been here for more than half a month. , Confucius didn't say anything to him after hearing this, but only looked at Brother Zhao.

"Husband, do you know where this place is?"

His sudden inquiry made Brother Zhao a little stunned.

"I..."

Confucius didn't seem to want him to answer. As soon as Brother Zhao spat out a word, he interrupted: "This is a place for teaching and educating people, not the streets. Why are you so messed up?" "Come in?"

Brother Zhao felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this: "Confucius, we didn't come in randomly! It was your boy who led us in."

"My boy doesn't understand the rules, but you don't. Understood?" Confucius put his hands behind his back and reminded: "This is a place for learning etiquette, and it is not a place where you guys and girls can go out casually."

Brother Zhao looked embarrassed and lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."

He turned around and was about to go out, but his hand was held, and Brother Zhao tilted his head slightly.

"Husband?"

Fang Zichen looked gloomy.

He has always known that in ancient times, it was considered a virtue for a woman not to have talent. They emphasized moral character and believed that reading too much and having a lively mind would easily lead to instability.

Feudal thought and Confucianism state that the status of women is low. Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism strongly advocated "preserving natural principles and destroying human desires". In terms of the marriage and family system, they despised women's rights and even stated: "Starving to death is a small matter, but being unruly is a big matter." In Fang Zichen's opinion, this kind of statement was simply ridiculous.

People have their feet bound, but Confucius is afraid his brain is bound.

She dared to speak to her husband like this in front of him. It was just looking for scolding.

When he was about to say something, Brother Zhao pulled him.

The good boy raised his head, looked at Brother Zhao, then at Fang Zichen, and finally looked at Kong Fuzi with a frown.

"Husband." Brother Zhao said with a pale face and a forced smile: "I will wait for you outside. The child's matters are more important."

His words were obviously meant to prevent Fang Zichen from making trouble. Fang Zichen felt suffocated, but in the end he was still relieved. hand.

Confucius saw Brother Zhao going out, and then he glanced at Fang Zichen: "The children are in class, so don't disturb them. You can come with me!"

...

Brother Zhao waited outside the door for half an hour before Fang Zichen came out. , the good boy is left in the classroom. Confucius said, let him get used to it for a day and see how it goes. If he doesn't make a fuss, he can be sent to him tomorrow.

"Master Fang, please go slowly." The boy walked to the door and said.

If it were normal, Fang Zichen would definitely go back and ask someone to change his story after hearing this, but now he was in no mood and walked out the door without calling Brother Zhao, who had been standing outside waiting for him in the scorching sun.

When Brother Zhao saw him leaving, he didn't even give him a look, nor did he call him. He just thought he didn't see him, so he called him quickly.

"Husband."

Fang Zichen didn't stop.

Brother Zhao's heart sank, he chased after him, and called him again: "Husband?"

Fang Zichen didn't seem to see him or hear him, he didn't look sideways and didn't respond.

Brother Zhao stretched out his hand to pull him: "Husband, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Zichen finally looked at him this time.

"He said that to you, I want to seek justice for you, why don't you give it?"

Brother Zhao looked at him intently, was silent for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice: "Husband, I know you have me in your heart, but you can't bear it. I know the grievance, but what Confucius said is right. We can't enter that kind of place. In fact, I'm used to this kind of thing. It's nothing. If you make trouble with him, how can we treat the child? Send him there?"

Fang Zichen lowered his eyes.

He knew that the times were like this and that the place was almost harsh on girls and brothers. But if he was of noble status and went with Brother Zhao today and looked at the face of Buddha instead of looking at the face of hatred, would Confucius still dare to do this?

If he were to be a third-grade official, Confucius would have to kneel before his husband. How could he dare to be so presumptuous?

After all, if you don't have status, your family will be wronged in the end.

Brother Zhao's embarrassment and confusion at that moment deeply hurt his eyes.

The person he cares about most is not willing to curse him, so why would that damn old man dare to do this?

It seems that we still need to work hard to win a job or something for Brother Zhao, so that he can walk with wind and no longer suffer from the birdiness today.

snort! !

Brother Zhao looked at him carefully and said, "Husband,

please don't be angry with me." Fang Zichen said depressedly, "I'm angry with myself because I'm worthless."

"No, husband, you are already very good. It's amazing, you don't even know it. I often hear customers talk about you in the store, saying that you are the first Xiao Sanyuan in Yuanzhou in the past fifty years, and the first to break the undefeated myth of Qinghe Academy's everlasting first place. "Everyone says you are very knowledgeable and powerful," Brother Zhao said brightly. Every time he listened to customers talking about Fang Zichen in the store, he would never get tired of it no matter how many times he heard it, and... ···The little Sanyuan that everyone is praising is his husband! He is so proud.

Fang Zichen forgot to be angry when he heard the good words. He rubbed his nose and then waved his hands: "Hey, these people really like to tell the truth. In fact, small three yuan and so on are nothing to me. It's something."

Brother Zhao looked at his airy look and laughed.

My husband is really easy to coax.

He stretched out his hand and looked at him without blinking, his eyes full of expectation: "Husband."

Looking at the smiling expression between his eyebrows, the sweat on his forehead, and the stubborn expression that stopped in mid-air. Fang Zichen felt soft and grabbed his hand.

However, Brother Zhao held it with his backhand, clasping his hand with his fingers and refusing to let go.

Scholars are the most particular, and some are also the most rigid and conservative. They are stubborn in their own opinions and consider themselves noble and noble. They appear to be gentle and graceful, but their actions are contrary to this. They look down on this one and look down on that one. Pretentious.

However, a true literati would also say: "For every man who slaughters dogs for justice, he will be a scholar for those who are unfaithful."

Fang Zichen sometimes thinks about it, and it seems that this is indeed the case.

The first impression Confucius gave to Fang Zichen was not very good. Fang Zichen didn't want to send his child to him, but then he thought about it, this was the feudal era, and most masters should be the same.

Think about Old Man Wu, although he loves his children, what Wu Jiayi and Wu Jiale taught him is not the way to run a household and be a husband.

Where is this in modern times?

If Confucius didn't go here, where else could he go?

If you continue to pick and choose, I'm afraid you'll have nothing to learn.

Moreover, the child cannot always be left at home!

If he continues to wander, his family will have to be sent to the mountains to become monkeys.

The good boy could sit still, quietly, holding a book, and could read it for a whole day without anyone's supervision. Confucius knew that he had recognized the Chinese characters, and had even read books such as Hundred Family Surnames and the Three-Character Classic, and he was even more satisfied. , this way, it is much easier to teach.

When Fang Zichen came to pick her up in the evening, he said bluntly that he should bring Shu Xiu over tomorrow!

Fang Zichen said oh. Not enthusiastic at all, Confucius only frowned and didn't say much.

After finding an academy for his child, Brother Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Brother Zhou couldn't help but be envious when he saw them doing things quickly. Liu Xiaowen didn't know the way. He couldn't figure it out in a place like Xiaohe Village. Even though the private school was not too far away from the shop, Brother Zhou still didn't dare to let him take the child. go.

Uncle Liu is a man of few words, and Brother Zhou also knows that it is not easy for him to go to places like the academy.

After hearing what Brother Zhao said when he came back, he knew that Confucius was very particular, so he could only ask Fang Zichen to take him there.

Brother Zhao was happy to see that his child had a way out. When he was in a good mood, he even had to deal with Fang Zichen less often.

This is really hello, me, hello everyone.

Fang Zichen was even more happy.

But this joy could not last more than two days.

Fang Zichen went to make extra money again that day. In the evening, Brother Zhao went to pick up his children. However, when the time came, other children came out one after another, but the good boy was never seen.

Brother Zhao didn't think much about it at first, thinking that the master was asking him to take exams or to give him a lecture, until a few children passed by him muttering.

"Hey, Fang Lanze will definitely get beaten this time."

"Well! Confucius hates it when we talk back. He can't run away from this beating."

"He's so pitiful. It always hurts when he hits people with a ruler. The last time Confucius hit me, I It took three days for the butt to heal.

"It doesn't hurt much because of the fat in the butt, but it hurts more when Fang Lanze gets slapped on the palm!"

Brother Zhao frowned and his heart tightened. He wanted to ask the child, but when he saw it, The parents and children outside didn't even wait for Brother Zhao to speak, and ran away.

Brother Zhao had no choice but to raise his feet and was about to go to the classroom. Suddenly he remembered what Confucius said that day. He took it back and wanted to ask the boy guarding the door to go in and take a look. It happened that the boy was carrying his schoolbag and crying. After coming out of the classroom, Liuliu followed him and comforted him. Seeing the little bamboo horse crying aggrievedly, he also shed tears.

The two looked at each other from a distance, like brothers in distress.

"Good boy."

When the good boy saw Brother Zhao, he rushed over, hugged his legs with his wrists, buried his little face in his knees, and cried more and more aggrieved.

"Daddy...wuwuwuwu..."

Brother Zhao knelt down and patted his back gently in comfort.

"What happened to our little boy? Did he get beaten by his wife?"

The boy cried so hard that he hiccupped and choked with sobs: "Yeah! My boy, my boy was beaten."

Brother Zhao couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Show it to Daddy."

"What bad guys are Kong Fu~" After the boy said it, he sniffed, spread his palms, and held them up tremblingly for Brother Zhao to see: "Daddy, it hurts, my boy, daddy. "Good boy," he said. "

His hands are not very big to begin with, and his fingers are so short that when he holds them, they are just like a native egg. The ruler used by Confucius is a bit wide, and ordinary children can still hit it. There are two strokes on the left and right sides of the palm, but Guaizi has small hands, so when the ruler is pressed down, his entire palm is filled with strokes.

Kongfuzi could only focus on one spot and keep pumping. Now the palms of the good boy's hands were red and swollen, like pig's trotters, and there was blood in them, as if something heavy had hit his fingers. Blue bruises.

Brother Zhao's eyes were almost red and his breathing was quick. He knew that if a child disobeyed, he might be scolded once or twice, and a spanking or two would be fine, but when he was beaten like this, he felt really distressed and unconvinced.

Immediately, he hugged Guaizi and rushed in with Liuliu.

He wanted an explanation.

Seeing that he looked unhappy and his son was sobbing in his arms, he seemed to be making trouble. The boy inside reached out to stop him. Brother Zhao scolded him: "Get out of the way."

"Husband, please calm down.

" The brother said hoarsely: "Calm down? How can I calm down? My son has been beaten like this."

There must have been parents who have made trouble like this before. The boy is used to it and is not surprised. He only thinks that Confucius is strict and the child will not Be obedient, just give me a scolding. You are sending the child to our master for instruction, and the master has the right to punish him. Moreover, this is also for the child's good. Don't make trouble. If you make the master unhappy, he will be punished in the future. Neglecting your child will do more harm than good.

Brother Zhao refused to listen and started making trouble with the boy. The students were not here at this moment. Without the sound of books, the noise became louder. Confucius came out of the study with a gloomy face and saw Brother Zhao and Guaizi. Then you know what's going on.

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Fang Zichen: My son and 'school' are probably in conflict with each other, so in the end I have to do it.

Chapter 275

Confucius looked at Brother Zhao, with a hint of impatience in his eyes, and said in a stern tone: "Last time I said that this is a place for people to receive gifts, and it is not for you and other women to set foot casually. Now you are doing it without permission. Not to mention the intrusion, but also to be so noisy and argue with the servants, it is really disrespectful to act like a shrew. No wonder my son is also stubborn and unwilling to accept it. He openly talks back to the master and has no sense of etiquette." He raised his voice and flicked his sleeves. : "Come here, I'll drive him out."

Before Brother Zhao could say anything, he was pushed out by the servants. When he came to the door, he tripped over the threshold and almost fell down.

Brother Zhao hugged the boy tightly and stumbled a few steps before he managed to steady himself. He looked at the two boys who were still guarding the door and felt a little frustrated. He also felt deeply that he was incompetent and just felt sorry for the child.

After all, my brother is different from men. In addition to being shorter and thinner, his strength is also much inferior to others. He suffered several losses at the hands of Ma Dazhuang. When he was beaten by Ma Dazhuang, he rolled up on the ground like a dog and couldn't help but beg for mercy. Knowing this fact, among the village households, most of the work in the fields was done by men. Brother Zhao used to do the same thing as them. The Ma family did not have cattle. He dragged the rope in front, while Aunt Ma supported him. When it comes to plowing, he can plow half an acre of land a day. When farming is busy, he has to work non-stop for most of the month. So when some men in the village see him, they often give him a thumbs up and say that he is awesome and that none of them can compare with him.

But the fact is - my brother is indeed no better than a man. It wasn't that he was so powerful before, he just risked his life to do it. Who can't do something that costs his life with all his strength? After all, my brother was a bit weak. The two men pushed him and dragged his arms tightly. He held his son and struggled hard, unable to resist. He could only watch Confucius throw away his sleeves and leave without even saying a word. No explanation is available.

He could only fight like Aunt Ma. Against a man, he would suffer.

Moreover, even if he did break in, what could he do? Once he scolded Confucius or beat him, no matter what his original intention was, he would be guilty. He was afraid that he would go straight to prison after leaving Confucius' house.

He can't.

I have to call my husband!

"Dad." Seeing that he was bullied, the good boy cried even harder: "Let's go home and tell father to come."

Brother Zhao turned to look at the servants who had just pushed him: " Just wait for me."

Yoyo grabbed Brother Zhao's pants and followed his example: "Just wait, we'll go back and ask Uncle Fang to deal with you. If you dare to beat the good boy, you're done."

Brother Zhao nodded in agreement.

He held back a ball of fire in his heart, wiped away the tears of his good boy, and then walked home.

The boy's hands were so painful that he kept bending his elbows and raising them in front of his chest. His little hands were shaking all the time. He didn't dare to close them or move them when he opened them. The whole hand hurt when he just moved his fingers.

Brother Zhao also calmed down at this moment, and his mind became much clearer.

"Son." He kissed the good boy comfortingly on his forehead and asked, "Why did he hit you?"

"He is an old scoundrel and he likes to beat Ren." The good boy was still angry when he mentioned Confucius, with a small face. He was so angry that he kept scolding him: "Old beast, old beast, old beast~"

Brother Zhao looked at him and seemed to be angry, so he had to ask Liu Liu.

These two little sweethearts were in the same classroom and at the same table. Yoyo knew why the good boy was beaten.

"He said that the good boy didn't listen to his instructions..."

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Few people walked outside Yizhuang. Everyone always felt that this place was unlucky and unclean. Normally, they would take a long detour when passing by, so there were many roads on both sides of the street outside. There were a lot of insects. When Brother Zhao came here, he brought a few hens and bought a big cage to raise in the corner of the yard. He and Li Yanmei were diligent and cleaned up whenever there was space. There was no smell at all. They would lay eggs every day. The good boy rarely cares about them. He asked Brother Zhao to get him a small bamboo tube. Every night when he went to Shouyizhuang with Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao, he put the bamboo tube in his schoolbag and took it with him. If the training ended quickly, he would I would catch some crickets and stuff them into bamboo tubes, thinking of taking them home to feed the chickens.

Yesterday he grabbed a full bamboo tube and put it in his backpack. This morning when he went home and was busy, he forgot to take it out. He also carried the bamboo tube to the academy. When he came to class in the evening, he was stuffing the books into his bag. The bamboo tube fell down and Gululu rolled to the feet of Confucius.

Confucius picked it up, looked at it carefully for a while, and saw a bunch of weeds stuffed on it, so he waved to the boy and asked him what was inside.

The good boy hesitated for a moment, moved closer to him, wrung his fingers helplessly, and answered truthfully.

"Tie the insects."

Confucius's face darkened, and he pulled out the grass and looked. The crickets in the bamboo tube had been trapped for a day and a night. Some of them were already dead, and some of their legs were still moving.

Confucius threw the bamboo tube out of the window without saying a word.

It was made by Brother Zhao who had been looking for it for a long time in the back mountains of Yizhuang and cut the bamboo himself. The good boy used it with great care. Now he felt anxious and wanted to run out to pick it up, but Confucius held him back.

Confucius reprimanded him, saying that he was "not doing his job properly". When he had the time, he didn't know how to study hard, but instead went to catch the pickled things. Do you think you know everything?

Guaizi bowed to him and apologized, saying he was sorry.

Confucius still didn't let go.

Confucius was very serious and had high demands on his students. He would assign some "homework" every day in class. Either they would read a certain page thoroughly, or he would ask them to write a few large characters.

The good boy is smart. When he gets home at night, he will first complete the tasks assigned by Confucius before doing anything else.

Confucius, the eldest child, accepted the big calligraphy written by him and saw that he was different from other children. He was still crooked and crooked after practicing for almost a year. I don't say how beautiful the boy's handwriting was, but at least it looked grand and neat. Confucius Seeing the joy in his heart, he asked him a lot, what did he do every night when he went back? Are you studying hard? Are you diligent in practicing calligraphy?

He held up the big character "Guai Zi" to the other children, just thinking that other children would follow his example.

At this age, he can write such good calligraphy. He must have put in a lot of effort. Unexpectedly, Guaizi shook his head and said no. His father held his hand and taught him how to practice this calligraphy. He found the feeling. I just finished writing it. Now my father is very busy with his business. When he comes home every night, he will help wash the dishes or watch the fire in the kitchen.

Confucius scolded him, saying that even if he came to a private school, he would take the imperial examination and pursue an official career. How could he go into the kitchen and do the work of women?

Even if you don't pursue an official career, you still want to be a gentleman and cook at a distance. Now that you are still young, you shouldn't do it. You must know that some things need to be taught from an early age.

The good boy felt that what he said was wrong, and he didn't mean to talk back, he just said in confusion, but his father said birds, a gentleman is like an animal. Seeing its life, he can't bear to see its death; hearing its sound, he can't bear to eat its flesh. Therefore, a gentleman cooks at a distance.

My father said, it means that you should not kill any flesh and blood thing, and the admiration means that you cannot bear it, so that gentlemen should not commit murder. It is a state of mind that cannot bear to kill, which is why Meng Ji advised King Xuan of Qi to practice benevolence. It's not that men who do important things and dignified men should stay away from the kitchen, but women are the masters of the kitchen. Husband, you are wrong to say this, and you are taking it out of context.

My father also said that there are no nine levels of people. If women can do anything, men can do it too. If women can't do anything, men should do it even more. People should not be freeloaders. Do it by yourself. Have enough food and clothing. Love your father. If you love your father, you must learn to help and do what you can, instead of just waiting for him to drink something for nothing.

The good boy has always been diligent. Fang Zichen taught him that he was also a member of the family and it was his obligation to do housework. The family should help each other, so he became even more diligent.

In the past, Fang Zichen and Xiaofeng took turns washing dishes. After beating the boy and throwing more than a dozen bowls, the boy now has mastered the real 'skill'. Fang Zichen tested it himself and gave him a Afterwards, Fang Zichen thought he was an adult and no longer competed with the two children for the dishwashing job.

The good boy didn't think there was anything wrong with going into the kitchen to wash vegetables and help watch the fire, after all, Fang Zichen often did that.

Confucius contradicted what Fang Zichen taught, but Guaizi felt that what his father said was right.

Because men also need to eat, what's wrong with him washing vegetables and cooking? If you want Western food, you have to work. If you don't work, will the food fall from the sky by itself?

His father is a father, but he is not a xiaren. He only cooks for others. He helps his father with the work. Isn't this right?

When Confucius saw that he was not being taught, he even openly talked back to him. On the left, his father said, and on the right, his father said. He couldn't help but feel angry and felt that he was losing face.

"Who is your father? He is just a small businessman. How can he know the way of a scholar? You believe in him and think what he says is true, why do you come to me?"

The good boy did not dare to speak anymore. He knew that Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen had been worrying about finding a school for him for many days. If they offended the master and were kicked out, his father and father would be upset again.

So he apologized again.

Although Confucius was still angry and felt that he was quite disrespectful of teachers, in front of a room full of children, Guaizi had already admitted his mistake, and he could no longer hold on and say nothing.

Today, the good boy brought the bamboo tube, which is considered a violation of the rules of the private school.

No irrelevant things are allowed in the classroom.

Confucius found an excuse. It was not enough to punish the good boy, so he slapped his palm with a ruler.

...

As soon as the good boy got home, Xie Xiaoyu saw that his eyes were red and swollen, and he didn't need to ask any questions. As soon as he saw his hands, Xie Xiaoyu knew that he was being disciplined in private school.

You can just train him, and it doesn't matter if you hit him twice. However, no matter what the reason is, beating your child like this is totally inappropriate.

Brother Zhao saw him sitting under the eaves with the good boy, as if he had drunk two ounces of wine, singing songs like me and me, sometimes an old thing, sometimes an old beast, an old beast, and always scolding Confucius.

Xie Xiaoyu blew into the palm of the good boy's hand and touched his sweaty hair.

"He beat you, then did you beat him? Didn't you beat Chen Weidong until all his teeth fell out last time?"

Guaizi shook his head, sniffed, and said, "You can't beat Lao Ren. Father said that you should beat Lao Ren." If you are not benevolent, you are a beast. A good boy should be benevolent and not be a beast."

Seeing the seriousness of his words, Xie Xiaoyu only thought that this child was sensible and did not make trouble at home. He was well-behaved and obedient, but occasionally he would be a little unhelpful. How come when you go outside, you are either bullied by your classmates or beaten by your master? What a fateful one.

What a pity.

When Aunt Liu saw his hands like this, she couldn't move them and kept them open. Her palms were swollen just now. Now she didn't know what was going on. Her fingers were also swollen and she was about to wipe her tears. Uncle Liu touched his face. , went into the kitchen and baked a sweet potato for him.

As soon as the good boy had something to eat, he stopped thinking about scolding and sat in Aunt Liu's arms. Liu Xiaoli sat in front of him and fed him sweet potatoes.

"Eat slowly, is it hot? Do you want my aunt to blow it for you?"

"It's not hot," the boy smiled at her heartlessly: "The sweet potatoes are so sweet, so good, so is my aunt!"

Liu Xiaoli shook her head.

Uncle Liu bought these sweet potatoes outside. Farmers outside the city carried burdens and sold them on the streets. Each one has a big arm. The freshly grown sweet potatoes are a bit expensive. Uncle Liu would not be willing to spend those sweet potatoes on ordinary days. He spent a lot of money to buy this thing, but he thought that both Guaizi and Liuliu liked to eat it. They used to chew it every day, so he bought it.

Liu Xiaoli has seen Guaizi's appetite and knows that he will be able to finish it.

When Liu Xiaoli handed over the sweet potato again, Guaizi pushed the sweet potato over with the back of his hand.

"My aunt is also a sweet potato, and my grandma is also a sweet potato, so the sweet boy can't be too sweet."

"Isn't it delicious?"

"No! Sweet potatoes are delicious," the sweet boy said in distress, "But sweet potatoes make you fart. Shit, my father said he would spank the good boy."

Chapter 276

Li Yisheng came over with the medicine box. He entered the room and saw the good boy's hand. Although he had heard Brother Zhao talk about the general situation on the way, seeing it with his own eyes, he couldn't help but greet Kong Fuzi again. Eighteen generations of ancestors.

Brother Zhao saw that he had applied some plaster to activate blood circulation, remove blood stasis and relieve pain, and put it on the good boy, and then said, "You didn't hurt your hand bones, right?"

"Almost." Li Yisheng took the handkerchief handed over by Xie Xiaoyu, wiped his hands, and then Said: "This old bastard is really ruthless." He looked around: "Where is my brother? Has he come to kill someone?"

Brother Zhao shook his head and said: "He went to Boss Zhang's house to pick up someone. The coffin is here, not back yet, but it should be soon."

Brother Zhao had almost finished speaking when Fang Zichen's voice rang outside.

When Yoyo saw him, she rushed over and reported to him.

"Uncle Fang, you are finally back. The good boy was beaten. You want to avenge the good boy!"

"Ah?"

Fang Zichen only thought that the child was bullied again, and his heart was hanging in the air, but if he thought about it carefully, it was wrong. , Although his son is a bit smaller and shorter, if he really makes a move, he may be able to fight against all the invincible opponents in the private school.

After all, there are a bunch of little carrots in this private school. He can play with one foot on the left and the other on the right. It should be impossible for him to be bullied.

But when he heard Li Yisheng's voice coming from the room, Fang Zichen felt that something was serious.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the good boy sitting on the edge of the bed, with his two little feet hanging in the air. When he saw him, he started to feel aggrieved, as if Lin Daiyu had an upper body.

"Father~"

Fang Zichen walked over and saw a layer of green plaster on his hand. The condition of his palm could not be seen clearly, but he could still clearly feel that his son's palm had gained a lot of fat.

Fang Zichen's voice rose, and a wave of anger came out of his head: "What's wrong? Who did this bastard do it?"

Is this the year of his birth year?

Why do I always get bullied as soon as I go out?

"Father~" The good boy stretched out his hand towards him, and he wanted to hug him.

Fang Zichen held him in his arms, holding Guaizi's wrist, and looked at his hand carefully. His fingers were obviously swollen, like a fat silkworm baby, and he felt very distressed.

"Who the hell did this!"

Brother Zhao immediately told the whole story.

He didn't add any fuel or jealousy, but Fang Zichen still felt the veins on his forehead jumping. Hitting him wouldn't count: "Then the old immortal asked people to kick you out?"

"Yeah!" Someone supported Brother Zhao and spoke. With enough confidence, he said: "They still pushed me."

This Confucius' knowledge was good, but his character was really not good. The obedient boy followed Fang Zichen. Brother Zhao already felt that this boy was a little bold, whimsical and often talked nonsense. But overall he was still filial, not bad, knew how to help the family, and was obedient. He was afraid that if he sent him to Confucius again and had to teach him for a year and a half, his son would be like him in the future.

Therefore, he is not afraid of making trouble.

When the good boy was bullied by Chen Weidong, Brother Zhao didn't come forward immediately. He just felt that the matter between the children was not too excessive, and he didn't know whether Chen Weidong was intentional or not, so he immediately came to the door, which was a bit of a fuss.

But Confucius was different. He was very old, so it was impossible for him to be ignorant, and it was impossible for him to know the right way to strike. If the child was sent to him, he could be beaten and scolded twice, but if he was beaten like this, he couldn't do it as a human being. Tolerate.

It's a big deal.

Brother Zhao thought.

Li Yisheng was just joining in the fun and didn't think it was a big deal. He responded positively: "Brother, do you want to touch him? I will sharpen the knife for you and keep it until it is polished for you."

Fang Zichen's eyes fell on the two little hands of the good boy . , did not speak, but after a moment, he suddenly smiled, and pressed Li Yisheng's shoulder, as steady as an old dog:

"What are you sharpening? We are all civilized people. If you can move your mouth, try not to use your hands. Don't fight. Fighting has always been a problem. The loser will be hospitalized, and the winner will be jailed. I like to be reasonable. I will talk to him tomorrow. If that doesn't work, I will blow up his ancestral grave."

Li Yisheng: "... ·"

Looking at Fang Zichen's sad smile, Li Yisheng felt panicked and could not control the chills running down his spine. Involuntarily, he held a half-breath of silence for Confucius.

This old man is afraid that he is going to see a ghost.

"Husband." Brother Zhao walked over and held his arm: "I will go with you tomorrow."

Fang Zichen always responded to his requests: "Go, husband will find a place for you."

If he dares to touch his husband, he will beat him. Son, this damn old man, if you don't peel off his skin, he will be renamed Fang Guisun.

They had to go to Shouyizhuang in the evening. With Guaizi looking like this, Brother Zhao wanted to stay at home with him, but Guaizi didn't want to.

When he felt wronged, he wanted to be close to Zhao Geer and Fang Zichen. No one wanted to leave. Only when he saw people did he feel at ease.

Today, Fang Zichen stopped letting him train. He felt sorry for him and hugged him all the way from home to Yizhuang.

At night, the boy couldn't sleep.

The pain relief from the ointment has passed, and now my heart seems to be beating in my palms, and it hurts even if I don't move.

Fang Zichen turned sideways and touched his head: "Can't sleep?"

"Yeah!" The good boy said softly: "My hand hurts."

Brother Zhao also turned sideways and patted his belly gently. He used to I often coax the boy like this or pat him on the back.

Fang Zichen wanted to divert his attention and said, "Father, can you tell me a story?"

The boy's eyes lit up and he was happy: "Okay, boy, please listen."

After all, there was Brother Zhao outside Yizhuang . Under the eager gaze and the raised palm, Fang Zichen did not dare to talk about Tiedan's ghost incident anymore.

He coughed and said: "A long time ago, there was a little prince who was traveling by boat. He encountered big waves, the boat capsized, and the little prince sank to the bottom of the sea..."

A mermaid rescued him.

The little prince was very, very moved. After being a little reserved, he rushed forward.

"Little beauty, you are so beautiful, can you marry me?" "

I'm a man." "

It's okay, I love you."

"Love is just a bubble."

"Wow, you are so cool."

Fang Zichen pinched his throat The accompanying sound made Brother Zhao and Guaizi laugh.

The mermaid was moved by the little prince and finally agreed. They returned to the palace and wanted the old emperor to grant them a marriage. However, the old emperor saw that the mermaid had no clothes to wear and disliked the mermaid for being poor, so he refused to agree.

So the mermaid cried, and her tears turned into pearls, which fell to the ground.

Looking at the pearls all over the ground, the old emperor's eyes widened.

The good boy exclaimed: "It turns out that the mermaid's tears can turn into pearls! Father, will the old emperor agree to it later?"

The mermaid asked at this time, would you like to marry your son?

The old emperor changed his previous attitude and said, let alone marrying your son, you and I can take him away.

Later, the mermaid took the prince back to the sea, but when he reached the seaside, the little prince remembered that he could not swim, and human life span is limited, but mermaids can live for hundreds of years...

Brother Zhao originally thought This is a tear-jerking story, but the more I listened to it, the more speechless I became, until in the end I no longer knew what to say.

Fang Zichen walked around and around, and finally came to the ghost again.

——The mermaid asked: "Why can't you swim?"

"If I could swim, nothing would have happened to you." The little prince said.

In the end, the little prince was drowned by the mermaid, and the little prince became a water ghost. They can finally return to their hometown together, and the whole play ends.

Brother Zhao stood up and saw that the good boy's eyes were shining and his forehead was twitching.

What a bad story.

It's not as good as an iron egg hitting a ghost, at least it's real.

The good boy turned his head: "This is a story about the mermaid and the little king. Father tells the best stories~"

Fang Zichen told a few more stories, and the good boy finally fell asleep.

Brother Zhao covered his belly with a thin quilt, and then patted Fang Zichen: "Don't tell me nonsense stories all the time."

Fang Zichen felt a little wronged: "I didn't lie! There really is such a story, I I can't bully anyone!"

Brother Zhao raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

Fang Zichen didn't even blink: "That's necessary!"

Brother Zhao didn't believe him. , Fang Zichen was not only the son of a donkey, but also a donkey. Now that he said such words, Brother Zhao found it funny: "Then you swear."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen glared at him depressedly. He turned over and jumped up, pressed Brother Zhao under him, kissed him hard, and looked at him with feigned anger.

Brother Zhao stretched out his arms and hugged his waist, murmuring, and said somewhat sadly: "Husband, what will my son do in the future?"

Fang Zichen thought about it and found it difficult.

He lay on Brother Zhao's neck and stared sideways at the good boy. The good boy put his hands beside his head and his silky hair was hanging loose. He didn't look like a boy at all. He was soft and waxy, just like a little brother. , but Fang Zichen had given him a bath and he had carefully looked back and forth on his arms. There was no doubt that he was an orthodox little man.

If the good boy were more naughty and wild, Fang Zichen wouldn't feel so distressed if he was beaten, and might even set off two strings of firecrackers to celebrate, but this child was so soft, and when he saw his father, he kept saying "father" over and over again. He shouted, something delicious would make him and Brother Zhao think of him and Brother Zhao. When he was still in the village, if someone gave him a cucumber, he would give half of it to Brother Zhao, then put the other half in his pocket and squat at the entrance of the village impatiently. When he came back, he wiped the cucumber clean and handed it to him like a treasure.

The more sensible and filial he is, the more he is bullied, Fang Zichen's heart aches.

If he had been a wandering Taoist before, Confucius might have been reunited with his ancestors now.

Fang Zichen stretched out a hand, poked the good boy lightly, and rubbed Brother Zhao again. After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind and said, "I'll teach you. I won't look for an academy anymore." It's not

like looking for a tutor in an academy . It annoyed him to death. He sent his boy to Mr. Wu's house before. He heard from Mr. Wu that Wu Jiayi and Wu Jiale not only learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also followed them in the classroom. When he went home and saw Xiaofeng and Jiaojiao, he I also want to find them a husband or a nanny.

If other people's children have it, his family should also have it. It doesn't ask them to learn well, just to be literate and know some etiquette. As a result, when I go out to inquire, I may see that he is well-dressed and that person is still riding. He shouldered his shoulder and said: "Brother and girl, what's the use of studying? In the end, it's better to marry into someone else's family. Brother, if you have that money, you might as well marry a younger one and let him give you a baby!" These words

made Fang Zichen very angry, and he retorted: "Then what's the point of living for so long? In the end, it's just buried in the ground."

He searched for it for a few days, but people either asked for it at ridiculously high prices or they didn't want to come.

For example, Mr. Wu can recruit people. In addition to giving him a lot of money, he has a "high position" and people sell him face.

Fang Zichen was too lazy to look for it anymore.

It's not like you're teaching a child, so he can do it.

Brother Zhao said slowly: "But you will go back to the academy at the end of this month."

Fang Zichen sat up and scratched his head: "I can take the child with me!"

"Is that okay?" Brother Zhao also sat down. He stood up and pulled the quilt to cover Fang Zichen's feet. It was true that he had never been to the academy, but he didn't understand everything. He had never seen anyone taking their children to study together.

"Okay!" Fang Zichen said: "That academy is run by Mr. Wu. If it doesn't work, I will go to him. When facing outstanding talents, there are always some exceptions."

Brother Zhao still frowned: "Will that happen? Will it affect you?"

It was because he was afraid of affecting Fang Zichen that he thought about finding an academy for his child.

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Chapter 277

Fang Zichen waved his hands indifferently: "No, I have a sense of discretion."

He said this with confidence, but he was also a little unsure. After all, the provincial examination is no joke.

With his current strength, he can pass the exam, but his ranking will definitely not be very good.

How difficult is the rural examination? You will know how difficult it is if you look at the whole town of Fu'an and the dozens of villages below. Except for the dean of Anhe Academy, there is no one who can hold the exam. Moreover, why is the rural examination set to be held every three years?

First, because the nature of the imperial examination is different, it selects officials, and not so many officials are needed every year.

Moreover, there were many ways to select officials in ancient times, and they did not rely solely on the imperial examination. There were many other methods of selecting talents.

For example, the Imperial College, which is equivalent to today's university, was an important incubator for officials in ancient times. However, most of them were only children of seventh-grade officials and above. A small number of them were particularly outstanding talents, and the enrollment quota was not large.

In addition to the Imperial College, there are also imperial eunuchs affiliated with the Imperial College, and talented people are also produced here.

There is also a recommendation system, which is to recommend talents so that hidden talents can be brought to light again.

Everyone wants to leap over the dragon gate, so the number of students who take the exam every year is like a crucian carp crossing the river. The imperial court does not need too many officials, but it is impossible to order people not to take scientific examinations. In order to seek checks and balances, the difficulty of the paper can only be increased.

Therefore, the provincial examination has become the most competitive first-level examination.

Moreover, if the rural examination was held once a year, it would be difficult to organize and manage a large number of "scientific examination groups" with the productivity of ancient times.

Limited productivity was the most important reason why the ancient imperial examinations were held every three years. The level of productivity was low and organizational and management capabilities could not keep up, making it difficult for the court and students to cope with the annual large-scale imperial examinations.

Secondly, the time span of the imperial examination was too long. The provincial examination is usually held in September of that year, which is called "Autumn Examination"; the joint examination is usually held in February of the following year. There is a gap of six or seven months between the provincial examination and the joint examination. These six or seven months are the "college entrance examination season" for ancient students. .

The rural examination was taken in the prefecture and city, but the general examination and the palace examination were held in the capital. In ancient times, transportation was underdeveloped and the roads were long and slow, so it was necessary to get on the road several months in advance.

For candidates, going out in advance is called "rushing for the exam". On the way to the exam, you have to stay in the carriage for a long time, travel through wind and rain, suffer from diseases, and all kinds of hardships and pains are enough for you. In addition, the cost of rushing to take the imperial examination was huge, and many people often went bankrupt. However, there were many people who ran out of money midway through the journey. Therefore, ordinary candidates cannot bear to take the exam once a year, but taking the exam every three years is fine.

On the other hand, for officials, life is even more difficult during the scientific examination season. The officials of the Ministry of Etiquette are the first to bear the burden. They are extremely busy. There are three examinations: the provincial examination, the general examination, and the palace examination. For each examination, they must first select examiners, prepare examination questions, arrange the examination room, and then invigilate, mark papers, release results, and recruit people... and It is not just the officials of the Ministry of Rites who are busy, because the imperial examination is a national examination, other officials must also provide full assistance. A large number of officials are busy with the imperial examination for half a year, which affects other important administrative affairs. Therefore, the imperial court cannot bear the burden of one exam a year. Test.

The imperial examinations held every year were large in number and took a long time, which put great pressure on both the candidates and the ancient government.

Although the imperial examination is difficult, and although the number of people admitted in the end is small, it is selected step by step with increasing difficulty. Some people may end up in the college examination or the provincial examination throughout their lives.

In addition, the provincial examination is the most important step in the imperial examination. Moreover, it is also a necessary step for the provincial examination and the royal examination. After the rural examination, the imperial examination will be followed immediately. Although there are several months in between, most of these months are spent on the road to the examination. In three years, students Not only do you have to study the contents of the provincial examination, but also the general examination and the palace examination. After studying them all, it will probably take this much time.

Fang Zichen was originally eager to eat hot tofu. He already had two years less time than others. Now he not only has to make extra money, but also teaches his son, so he has even less time to study.

But you can't drive your children up the mountain to become monkeys or herd animals! Although the child is not his alone, Brother Zhao is helpless, so he should work harder if he can!

Time is like water in a sponge. If you squeeze it, it will always be there. At worst, he will have to sleep less!

Why should you sleep for a long time when you are young? You will sleep forever after you die.

He didn't feel at ease even if he handed the child over to someone else! As for Mr. Wu, although he is very knowledgeable, he taught Jiang County Magistrate that he was a good official, but... he was really not a good husband or a good father.

He did well as an official, but failed miserably as a human being.

Fang Zichen didn't know how to evaluate him, but Mr. Wu had never scolded County Magistrate Jiang for being like this. After all, he thought it was normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines. It was normal for a man to have ambitions in all directions and not to interfere too much with matters in the backyard. If As long as Gu Daya's son is alive and Zhang Huaini doesn't intercede for Zhang Huaiwen, Mr. Wu will not interfere.

Fang Zichen didn't know whether it was because other people's family affairs were difficult to manage, or because Mr. Wu had been indifferent to everyone for so many years with an indifferent attitude, but Fang Zichen felt that for him to watch a woman suffer such injustice and watch a villain be so rampant, There was no way he could be as indifferent as Mr. Wu. Although it was not his own family's business and each family was cleaning up their own affairs, when the road was rough, they should draw their swords to help. No matter what, he would stab someone.

Mr. Wu is like this, and other masters may be even more pedantic and unwilling.

He would not be at ease if his son was sent to be taught by such a person.

Being an official and serving the people are secondary to being an individual. The first thing he must learn is to learn to be a human being.

If you are not filial to your parents, do not respect your wife and children, and do not protect your children, then you are living in vain.

If you are not a human being, why should you talk about being an official?

It's better to do it by yourself. He has a high ideological consciousness. Follow him and learn new ideas and learn to be a new boy.

In this era, women are looked down upon. Although he can't stand it now, he can't do anything. The formation of any kind of social system does not happen overnight, and the reform of any kind of system is never based on nothing. People with no power can change.

He could only protect Brother Zhao, take a child with him, and try to protect them under his wings from wind and rain.

...

The morning light was slightly brighter the next day, and Fang Zichen got up. Thinking of Brother Zhao's humiliation and the suffering of the good boy, he didn't sleep well all night. In a daze, he did all the things Confucius did. The dream of being hung from a tree and being slapped with boards one after another made him eager to wake up.

Brother Zhao was still sleeping. The good boy woke up again in the middle of the night last night and said that his hands hurt and he was going to die. Brother Zhao coaxed him all night. Fang Zichen saw that he was still sleepy now, so he covered him well. He folded the dry towel that had been dried on a branch yesterday and gently covered Brother Zhao's eyes. Brother Zhao moved, and Fang Zichen patted his shoulder gently. After a while, , seeing Brother Zhao sleeping soundly again, he took a book and sat aside to read.

It was quiet in the early morning in the wild. Except for the occasional bird song in the distance, there was no human noise.

The good boy turned over, and his little feet came out from the thin quilt. They were like peeled eggs, white and small. Fang Zichen looked at them, laughed softly, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to scratch them. The good boy only had five feet. His fingers moved like rolling little glutinous rice balls. He didn't wake up, so he turned over again and continued to sleep against Brother Zhao's chest.

Until Big Bear came over, Fang Zichen put his finger to his mouth and shushed him.

Big Bear glanced at the door, where there were two bags, one big and one small, and nodded towards him.

He brought the buns and asked Fang Zichen softly if he wanted to eat them.

Fang Zichen shook his head.

He hadn't even washed his face or rinsed his mouth. How could he eat anything? Brother Zhao and Guaizi were still sleeping, so he didn't feel comfortable leaving.

Daxiong has known for a long time that he is a scholar, but he has never really felt it, because he has never seen any scholar who is so down-to-earth. He is both a coffin bearer and a gravedigger. Scholars are inferior in everything. Only those who are good at reading are not like him. Fang Zichen followed the master around the mountain with a hoe on his shoulder, digging holes as if digging the graves of his enemies, working hard and diligently.

This person is holding a book, quietly, with a dignified posture, and turning the pages from time to time with his slender jade-like fingers. His skin is white, his facial features are outstanding, and he is deep and strong. In the warm morning light, it is so pleasing to the eye.

Big Bear looked at him while eating the bun with water, and he felt that the bun seemed to be particularly delicious today.

After eating, he ran into the woods again.

Fang Zichen raised his head and glanced at him, only thinking that this person's rectum should go straight to his butt, and he was about to come out within a few minutes of eating.

The big bear suddenly screamed in the forest. Fang Zichen looked back first and saw that Brother Zhao and the child had not been awakened, then he closed the book and ran over.

"What's wrong?"

The big bear came out of the forest holding a snake as thick as his fingers.

"What kind of snake is this?" He passed his hand towards Fang Zichen: "Is it okay if you get bitten?"

The blood that seeped out was black, are you okay? The snake was shiny green, and the greener it was, the more poisonous it was.

Fang Zichen swallowed his saliva and said to Big Bear: "This should be a fattening snake. I used to have a friend who was bitten. Now he and the coffin weigh a total of two hundred kilograms."

Big Bear: "... ·"

Big Bear trembled, and when he saw Fang Zichen's serious face, he didn't look like he was joking, so he quickly ran away.

Brother Zhao and Guaizi didn't wake up until nine o'clock, and Fang Zichen had already finished reading two books.

Brother Zhao took his boy to wash his face, and after coming back and waiting for a while, he saw Big Bear's wife hurried over. Fang Zichen rolled up a mat and tucked it under his arm. He walked over and asked her, "Is Big Bear okay?"

Big Bear's wife looked at her . Fang Zichen glanced at her, her face was a little red, but her skin was dark, so it was not obvious, and she said: "Later, you can guard his coffin."

Hearing that everything was okay, Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief, and then went home with Brother Zhao. Walk.

The good boy still had his hands open and didn't dare to close them. Fang Zichen asked him if it still hurt, and he said it didn't hurt the bird that much.

After arriving home, after drinking porridge and taking a shower, Fang Zichen hugged his son and led Brother Zhao directly to Kong's house.

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Chapter 278:

That delay in the morning, it was already noon, and the morning class in the private school was almost over.

Seeing that the good boy didn't come during the first quarter, Kong Fuzi glanced at Liu Liu but didn't step forward to ask.

It's not like he hasn't beaten other children before, but those children who were beaten today will still come tomorrow. If something happens and they can't come, they will send someone to inform them. Not only the good boy is not here, but also Fang Zichen and Zhao Geer. He didn't show up either. Confucius just felt that this family was extremely rude.

During the last class, a boy from outside ran in anxiously.

"Master, it's not good."

Before Confucius could speak, he stood up and looked out the window.

Fang Zichen was standing at the door of the front yard, with a boy stepping under his feet.

Yoyo recognized him immediately.

This man pushed Uncle Zhao so hard yesterday that he almost fell down.

Look, have you been beaten?

Confucius frowned, and when he came to the door, he immediately yelled: "How impudent."

Fang Zichen kicked the boy away, led Brother Zhao slowly to Confucius, raised his hand and pointed: "Hit my son. Confucius was not afraid at all: "What should I do? "

He looked at the good boy and said coldly, "This kid is stubborn and unwilling to be taught. What's wrong with me scolding him?"

"Well!" Fang Zichen nodded in agreement and said: "So your son was rude to me and I taught him, but he was unwilling to be taught, so I just beat him up."

Confucius was shocked and said loudly: "What did you say?" He looked at the servant who had just informed him. The servant said with a grimace: "Master, young master, indeed..."

Before he could finish his words, Confucius hurriedly Went to the main hall, and as soon as we got outside, we heard his son's wailing.

When Kong Zhi saw Kong Fuzi, he cried: "Dad..."

Seeing that his hands were almost bloody, Kong Fuzi's eyes were about to split, and blue veins popped out on his forehead. Fang Zichen followed slowly, and Kong Fuzi He pointed at him tremblingly: "How brave, Xiao Li, go and report to the official."

Xiao Li did not move: "Master..." He leaned towards Confucius' ear and said something unknown. Confucius turned to Fang Zi Chen looked around his waist, then took a deep breath, clenched his fists, walked up to Fang Zichen, and said in a calm voice: "It turns out to be Fang Xiucai."

He thought he was just a foreign merchant at first, so he didn't ask too much. I only knew that the other party's surname was Fang. If he had known it earlier...

Fang Zichen smiled and said, "Don't you want to report to the official position?"

How could Confucius dare to report it?

Fang Zichen looked at him with a gloomy look.

Confucius was old and had old arms and legs. After all, it was difficult for Fang Zichen to hit him. He was afraid that if he punched him, he would be stunned on the spot. However, if Confucius hit his son, he would also hit his son.

Just after he came out of home, he asked Brother Zhao to take the poker and came to Kong Fuzi and said he wanted to see Kong Zhi.

First of all, he was making extra money, but he was too embarrassed to wear a suit and glasses to herd cattle. He didn't wear the jade tag because it would be hanging. The boy knew that he came with bad intentions, but he didn't dare to stop him too much. Listening to the boy, The servant said that Kong Zhi was in the main hall, and Fang Zichen ran over immediately.

Confucius was a child of old age. When he was young, he only wanted to get ahead in the imperial examinations. He was studying abroad while he was studying abroad. He failed the provincial examination seven times, and it was not until the eighth time that he gave up and returned to Yuanzhou.

When Fang Zichen inquired with others first, they said that Kong Zhi already had many sisters and brothers, but Kong Fuzi was very rotten. He felt that without a man in the family, the lintel could not stand up, so the concubines came in one by one. Take it home.

When he was in his forties, he finally got Kong Zhiyi's son.

Kong Zhi was very favored and was taught by Confucius himself until Kong Zhi was admitted to the Tongsheng School. Confucius knew how much he weighed and did not dare to delay the child, so he sent him to Qinghe Academy through connections.

He would go back to the private school for lunch every day.

This group of people had just returned from the academy and were resting in the main hall. When they saw Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao, they stood up.

"Who are you?"

"My children studied here for two days before," Fang Zichen said.

When Kong Zhi heard this, he thought he was here to say thank you or something. He also saw that Fang Zichen was almost the same age as him, but already had a jade medal on his waist. He couldn't help but be polite. When they sat down, he asked Fang Zichen what kind of tea he wanted to drink.

Fang Zichen pulled a chair to Brother Zhao, and after he sat down, he sat next to him. He held the boy on his lap, leaned back on the chair, and did not answer any questions.

"How old are you this year?"

"Huh?"

"You should be in your teens! You are such an old man, do you need me to teach you everything? Don't you know what kind of tea is worthy of you? My identity?" Fang Zichen sneered: "It's so blind."

The two of them are about the same age, and Fang Zichen clearly treats him as an ignorant junior.

Kong Zhi blushed, but when he saw Fang Zichen's expression and cold eyes that were ready to pounce on him and bite him to death at any time, he did not dare to say more and turned to let the servants serve tea.

Fang Zichen was looking for trouble, but he felt that Kong Zhi had some tricks up his sleeve and actually asked his servants to serve him green tea. Although he might not know what green tea meant, it didn't stop Fang Zichen from being angry.

"I wonder if Fang Xiucai is here today..." Before Kong Zhi finished speaking, Brother Zhao blew some cold tea and leaned over to feed the good boy. He didn't say anything, but Kong Zhi just felt that he was It's extremely disrespectful.

When people are talking, the listener should listen silently and quietly. Moreover, when they are talking to each other, this guy doesn't consciously avoid it. It is really disrespectful.

He looked arrogant, and looked at Brother Zhao with a bit of contempt and disdain. Fang Zichen knew with just one look that this man must be the same as his father.

He was obviously born by a woman, but he still looks down on the girl's brother. It's really like a dog born of a dog, a son of a bitch.

Fang Zichen originally wanted to beat him because he didn't want to offend his children, but he felt guilty and apologetic, but with just one look from Kong Zhi, Fang Zichen's guilt disappeared.

If you dare to look at your husband like that, he should be beaten.

Fang Zichen said bluntly: "I came here today for no reason. I just came to beat you."

"What?" Kong Zhi suspected for a moment that he heard wrongly, but before he could speak again, Fang Zichen let go of the boy and stepped forward with a kick. Kicked directly towards Kong Zhi's kneecap.

Kong Zhi might as well kneel down on the ground with a thud. Fang Zichen dragged him to the table and pressed his hands on the table.

"Brother Zhao, fight."

Kong Zhi panicked: "Fang Xiucai, I have never offended you, what are you doing?"

Fang Zichen held him tightly, and Kong Zhi felt that the opponent's strength was amazing. Fang Zichen's hand seemed to be only lightly placed on his shoulder, but he couldn't move even though he tried hard. It was like a mountain weighing a lot of money was weighing on his body, making it difficult for him to breathe. The force seemed to crush his bones. .

Kong Zhi struggled hard until his face turned red, then a chill hit him from the side, and he didn't dare to move for a moment.

Fang Zichen grabbed his wrist with one hand and pressed on his shoulder with the other. He leaned against Kong Zhi's ear, raised his chin to show him to look at the good boy, and said lightly: "Did you see the hand my son smashed?"

Kong Zhi felt panic in his heart. , stiffened and nodded.

"That was beaten by your father." Kong Zhi broke into a cold sweat and moved his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, Fang Zichen continued: "He beat my son and I beat his son. We should reciprocate. This is not too much! "No, "

Kong Zhi stopped talking in a hurry and said, "Fang Xiucai, I know my father is a bit harsh on students, but my father is all for the sake of his children. You have to be reasonable.

" Did you make a mistake?" Fang Zichen laughed: "I'm here to support my son, not to reason." Brother Zhao

is already ready to fight.

He himself could be wronged, and he didn't think anything of it. After all, over the years, he had become accustomed to cold words and all kinds of unbearable insults, as well as those eyes that looked at him as if he were looking at something dirty. He was used to it, but he just couldn't bear to see his son and Fang Zichen suffer a little bit of bullying and grievance. It would be more uncomfortable for him than stabbing him in the heart with a knife.

To hit his son would be to kill him.

After receiving the order, Brother Zhao hit Kong Zhi's palm with an iron poker.

Kong Zhi cried out "Ah".

It wasn't too loud, at least compared to Liu Gouzi's pig squealing when he was stabbed, he was much more "gentle".

At this moment, I still care about face and have a bit of backbone.

Fang Zichen said: "Brother Zhao, use your ancient strength and hit him hard."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao pursed his lips, glared at Fang Zichen, and raised the tongs He hit Kong Zhi again.

The good boy blinked and hid behind Brother Zhao's legs. Brother Zhao hit him again. The good boy heard Kong Zhi yelling again and stuck his head out, aiming at Kong Zhi.

Kong Zhi broke into a cold sweat and was shaking with fear. After only two blows, he could no longer withstand it. The poker seemed to have thorns and seemed to have just been taken out of the fire. As soon as it was struck down, his whole body was cut open. The pain was so painful that he could hardly bear it.

There are not many servants in the private school, usually only four servants.

One is guarding the door, two are following Confucius, and one is in the kitchen directing the cook to prepare lunch for the children.

After all, Kong Zhi had never suffered at all. The arrogance that Kong Zhi had only disappeared after a few moves by Brother Zhao. He started to beg for mercy, but Fang Zichen ignored him and still held him. Kong Zhi's heart felt cold, he was really scared.

It wasn't until Kong Zhi was about to faint, and his whole body looked like he had just been fished out of the water, that Brother Zhao stopped.

Fang Zichen looked at his hand, which was almost as swollen as his own son, and then let go.

Kong Zhi's whole body was exhausted and he collapsed to the side with his face as pale as paper.

"It took me so long to get this swollen hand." Fang Zichen sneered, "What a cheap person."

Kong Zhi became angry and stared at him fiercely, not daring to speak.

Until the boy came over and wanted to lick the tea. Seeing the situation in the room, he wanted to turn around and call someone. Brother Zhao raised his hand and pointed at him: "Husband, he was the one who pushed me yesterday."

As soon as these words came out, the boy Can't leave.

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The boy wanted to run after hearing this. Fang Zichen was faster than him. The boy felt a black shadow flash past, bringing up a gust of wind, and then... Fang Zichen had stopped in front of him.

"Want to run?"

"I..."

Fang Zichen punched him several times, then lifted him up and threw him to the ground, asking Brother Zhao: "Which hand of his pushed you?"

Yesterday's push During the struggle, there was chaos. Brother Zhao couldn't remember. He rolled his eyes. He just drank two sips of green tea. Now he was in trouble. He pointed at the boy's left hand and said, "It seems to be this one."

Fang Zichen said something else . Don't say anything, just step on it.

The boy howled and felt that his hand bones were almost broken.

Kong Zhi couldn't help but shrink.

Brother Zhao said again: "Husband, I seem to have remembered wrongly, it's not this one." He pointed to the boy's right hand: "It should be this one."

The good boy echoed randomly: "Yes, yes, this is the one." , he likes to push benevolence and help the emperor to do evil. His father beat him to avenge his father."

Fang Zichen stepped on it without saying a word.

The two boys who were watching the class in the backyard heard the sound and came out.

After that is what Yoyo saw.

...

Fang Zichen's name is well-known in the literary circle, and everyone knows it.

Confucius heard it several times.

On the first day Fang Zichen came, he didn't tell him his full name. Although Confucius thought he had a good temperament, he knew that he was a member of the Yuanzhou family, so he just thought Fang Zichen was the son of a merchant, so he didn't bother to ask.

Now by association, Confucius knew who the other party was.

Kong Zhi didn't think much about it, and even said that he wanted to report to the official. Confucius scolded him, and he felt aggrieved.

"Dad, are you afraid of him? He is a scholar, and so are you. Why do you need to be like this? He hurt me innocently, and I demand justice."

"Shut up." Confucius scolded him again, but he also felt that what his son said rational.

If they are both talented people, if they really go to the Yamen, who will be afraid of whom?

The other party's son is now four years old and is still white, but his son is already famous.

However, if the matter gets bigger and word gets out, it will always look bad to the private school or an individual.

Moreover, Fang Zichen and Xiao Sanyuan, according to usual practice, if this person is not proud and complacent, it is unclear how far he can go in the future. If he can avoid offending, it is better not to offend him.

He looked at the good boy and said that Fang Zichen was young and didn't know how to teach his children. He was strict with the good boy, but it was actually for his own good.

"You young people dote on your children and can't bear to see them suffer at all. I can understand that, but only after you have suffered the most hardships can you become a master. I eat more salt than you eat rice. How should you teach your children? , I have a sense of proportion when it comes to rewards and punishments."

"You still have sense of proportion and you beat me like this? You eat more salt than I eat?" Fang Zichen smiled: "What about you and me? What's the difference between salted fish and salted fish?"

Confucius didn't know what he meant by this, but looking at Fang Zichen's expression, he felt that it was not a good thing.

"Then you are dissatisfied with how I discipline your son, so you should come to me. Why did you hurt my son?"

"Tit for tat! Do you understand that courtesy should be reciprocated?" Fang Zichen stretched out his hand towards him: "Take my front son.

"Give me back the money you paid."

"Give me back, or I'll beat you too."

Confucius was furious: "You are really disrespectful and have bad moral character.

" That's right." Fang

Zichen said, "You are the most upright person. You look down on my brother and look down on women. You are not your mother! You even look down on your own mother. You are the most moral person and I can't compare with you." He was so angry that his chest hurt: "Don't bother me."

"I'm pestering your sister. If I were your mother, I should have put you in a manhole to make fertilizer. That day you called me husband, and I tolerated you, but you think I Am I afraid of you? I just don't want to argue with you, an old fool." Brother Zhao didn't let him make a fuss that day. He also knew that this was the way it was here. Everyone here thought so. He made a fuss. When word got out, he ignored it and couldn't stand it, but it was different today. He was here to find some reason for Erzai. No matter what he said or did, he just had to push it forward.

Fang Zichen stretched his hand forward again: "Give me back the money, and I'll give you a slap in the face for a damn penny less."

Confucius: "..."

When Confucius was young, he was mostly surrounded by literati. After he became a master, everyone treated him respectfully when he went outside. He had never encountered such a troublesome person before, and his chest heaved with anger.

Seeing that he seemed to be about to leave, the good boy still smiled and said loudly: "The old beast is going to be very happy~ He wants to go to hell to reunite with his ancestors. Father punishes rape and eliminates evil, and does justice for heaven. Great hero."

Fang Zichen touched his head and said happily: "Oh, you finally used the right idiom for once."

Brother Zhao couldn't help but laugh when he saw that Confucius was so humiliated and blushing. stand up.

Confucius: "..."

What is an old beast?

What does it mean to punish rape and eradicate evil in order to uphold justice for heaven?

What does it mean to use it correctly?

Who did the father and son take him to be?

Too much, simply too much.

The good boy was still laughing, and his voice was clear: "The old beast is dead, the good boy is going to pee on his grave and nourish him."

When Confucius heard these rebellious words, he covered his chest, staggered a few steps, and then fell back.

"Dad!!"

The young man turned pale in panic: "Master, Master~"

He pinched Confucius again and again. After a while, Confucius opened his eyes slightly. He seemed to be weak and haggard. Look, It looked like he was going to die at any moment.

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen didn't dare to stay long, and Brother Zhao was also shocked. He glanced at Kong Zhi from the corner of his eye and saw the bulging purse around his waist. Brother Zhao reached out towards the purse, and Kong Zhi Kong Zhi noticed his intention and turned around to try to dodge. Brother Zhao took the poker and raised it. Kong Zhi dared to be angry and did not dare to speak or move anymore. Brother Zhao pulled it over and there happened to be some money in it. He took out a banknote from his wallet and counted ten taels of silver.

Kong Zhi came back today not only to eat, but also to get money. Just now during the break, Kong Fuzi gave him some silver, and he hadn't even put it in his purse to warm it up. Now, Jing was robbed by a brother.

Brother Zhao trotted up to Fang Zichen with a fire tong and urged: "Husband, I got the money back, let's go quickly."

Fang Zichen nodded suddenly: "Yes, yes, let's go quickly."

The two of them ran out of the private school without stopping, Until they were far away, Fang Zichen looked back and patted his chest with lingering fear.

Oh shit!

I almost made the old man angry to death.

What a sin, sin.

But... He looked at Brother Zhao: "Zhao Guoguo, when it comes to cheating people, you have to be the one."

He handed over thirty taels that day, and Brother Zhao snatched sixty coins in one go. Made a lot of money.

Brother Zhao said: "If we make such a fuss, Liuliu will definitely not be able to stay any longer."

Fang Zichen took Liuliu there. Fang Zichen beat his son, and the good boy made him half-dead. Liuliu stayed in the private school again. According to Confucius' character of mind, I'm afraid it would be difficult.

You definitely can't go there again.

Brother Zhao also took back his share of Shuxiu.

Fang Zichen nodded: "That's right."

There was an old man selling candied haws on his shoulder next to him. Fang Zichen called out to someone and bought two bunches. He thought about filling Zhao Ge'er and Er's stomachs first, and handed one to Zhao. Brother, Fang Zichen talked to him, and then handed one to his arms in a natural movement.

Usually at this time, Guaizi would have taken it hurriedly, and then said sweetly: "Thank you, father, I love you, Guaizi."

However, after passing the candied haws for a long time, no one picked up the candied haws, and Fang Zichen lowered his head in surprise. Look, my arms are empty.

Looking further to the ground, he saw no one. Fang Zichen blinked and looked at Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao's cheeks were bulging, like a gluttonous squirrel. He was eating vigorously. When he saw Fang Zichen, he couldn't stand still. Moving, looking at himself blindly, he also stopped, slightly confused.

"Husband, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Zichen's eyes flashed with panic, and he hesitated: "Smash it, smash it... It seems that we have forgotten it, and it was forgotten by the dead old man."

Brother Zhao: "... "..."

The two of them ran back without stopping. When they arrived outside the private school, they saw the good boy squatting on the street opposite the private school. He was a small lump with his hands still stretched out on his chest. If there was a bowl in front of him, what would he do? There is no difference between those who beg for food.

Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao felt guilty.

When the boy saw them, his eyes lit up, he stood up suddenly and rushed towards Brother Zhao.

"Father, Daddy, you, Simo, run so fast, even the good boy can't catch up with you~"

Brother Zhao's eyes dodge and he didn't even dare to look at him. He has never been like this before, but in the past year or so, he has been like this He had done this several times, and it was impossible not to feel a little guilty.

Seeing him blaming himself, Fang Zichen handed the candied haws to Guaizi, took a bite, coaxed him, and then lightly bumped Brother Zhao.

Fang Zichen also knew why Brother Zhao was like this.

In the past, Brother Zhao was the only one protecting Guaizi. The Ma family was not good to Guaizi. He did not dare to let Guaizi leave his side for even half a step. His heart was always hanging on him and he was always on tenterhooks. Later, Fang Zichen came, and there were more Protecting the child alone, he took a breath and took his heart back, but at the same time exposed his true nature.

After all, he is still young, only twenty, how mature can he be? When I'm in a hurry, my brain doesn't work well.

Fang Zichen thought he had an invincible memory, but he couldn't remember his son just now.

Now I see the good boy eating candied haws, looking careless, as if everything will be fine as long as he eats, and he feels a little guilty.

"Son, you weren't bullied just now, were you?"

"No." The good boy put his feet up, took another bite of the candied haws, and then said vaguely: "Dad ran away with his father, and the good boy ran away too, but dad and Father, run as fast as you can.

If you run away after me, you guys won't be seen. My dear boy, just sit here and wait." Fang Zichen touched his head and said, "By the way, I just have to wait where you are. If you run around, I'll look for you when I get back." Miss you."

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Brother Zhao asked Fang Zichen to go into the private school and bring Liu Liu out, and then returned to the shop.

It was not yet afternoon, it was the hottest time of the day, and the shop was the busiest. Brother Zhao hurriedly drank a bowl of porridge and went to the front to get busy.

It wasn't until there were fewer customers in the afternoon that Brother Zhao walked to the roast duck stall and told Brother Zhou what happened today.

He handed over the thirty taels and said, "I'm sorry, we're in trouble."

Brother Zhou glared at him: "What are you talking about?"

Confucius could attack a child, and he said that a gentleman is far away from the kitchen. His remarks were no longer good, and Brother Zhou had no intention of sending Liu Liu over in the first place.

He didn't expect Liu Liu to have any future, he just saw that Liu Liu was good at studying and couldn't bear to delay the child, so he found a college for him. If Liu Liu was like Scholar Wang from Xiaorong Village, he devoted himself to his official career and knew that his family was poor. , I returned home during the busy farming season. I saw my parents, wife and children busy and didn't know how to help. I still squatted in the house waiting for people to come back to serve me, and Brother Zhou didn't want to.

Even if such a person is promising, what can we expect from him in the future?

Brother Zhou never wanted to send his children to Confucius again, so he was still mumbling about going today. He said that Uncle Fang would definitely come to visit him today and he wanted to cheer him up.

The thirty-two bunches of Xiu that I handed in first were borrowed from Brother Zhao, but Brother Zhou didn't take them.

"It's hard to find an academy. If you can't find it, you can wait until he's older before sending him there." Aunt Liu said from the side: "There's no rush anyway. In the past two years, compared with the children in the village, he is at least a good boy." It's only two years, so it won't delay anything."

Uncle Liu also nodded, fearing that Brother Zhao would think too much and talk too much.

The Liu family didn't think anything was wrong, so Brother Zhao was relieved. He was afraid of being favored by others, but the Liu family were all simple and kind-hearted, otherwise they would not have helped him so much without asking for anything in return.

Guaizi had no way to go to school, so Fang Zichen took him with him, and Liuyou was not as receptive as Guaizi. Sometimes Fang Zichen only made a small paper, and Guaizi could finish it in more than two hours. He had to After spending a whole day in the house, if you can't count your fingers, you have to count your toes.

The good boy has a big brain, and it seems to be full of brains. Fang Zichen can teach him something simple once, and difficult two or three times, and he can master it. This makes Fang Zichen extremely proud - being smart is one thing, but if not He teaches well, and even his son cannot be so good. He always praises himself no matter what.

But you still have to earn extra money.

Brother Zhao advised him not to work so hard. The business in the store was good and stable. Adding up the roast duck cold drink and hot sauce, he had an income of almost 20 taels a day, which was enough for him to spend.

But these twenty taels contain costs, so there is no need to invest in external costs. It's just a matter of effort, zero investment, net income, white-collar salary. If you don't make it, you won't make it in vain. If you don't pick up the money that falls from the sky, Wouldn't that be stupid?

This day Daxiong came to call Fang Zichen again and asked him if he could make extra money. Fang Zichen didn't say anything and left with his good boy.

Brother Zhao sent the father and son out. He couldn't help but find it funny when he saw them shouting in a hurry, walking with wind, as if they were going to pick up some money.

Seeing that the good boy was following him, Big Bear was stunned for a moment, pulled Fang Zichen over, and whispered, "Why did you bring the child with you?"

"Teach the child!" Fang Zichen said.

He is now both the child's father and the child's teacher, so he has to be a good example, teach by words and deeds, and lead by example. If the children don't follow, how can we see him teaching by words and deeds and setting an example by example? Moreover, after staying with him for a long time and bathing in his fine style, when he grows up, he will definitely be a good young man with excellent moral character.

Big Bear only thought he was fooling around, but seeing that he had made up his mind, he let him go. Anyway, this kid was very strong, and he could carry the child even if he couldn't walk.

This time I followed the Feng Shui master to find the acupoints again.

Still on Niutou Mountain outside the city.

The good boy was carrying his schoolbag and followed Fang Zichen step by step. They were walking fast, and the good boy had short legs, so he followed them almost at a trot.

Seeing that the child was sweating, his face was red from the sun, and he was out of breath, Big Bear wanted to hug him, but the good boy shook his head and said he was not tired.

The mountain road in Niutoushan is rugged and winding. When he saw that he was starting to climb the mountain, Fang Zichen still carried the hoe without intending to hold the child. Several times, the big bear was afraid that the child would not be able to keep up. But every time he turned his head, the good boy was like a little ghost, haunting him. It seems like it always falls behind them.

He was small, not as tall as the weeds on the roadside. Sometimes when he looked back, he could only see a bunch of small knots, and he didn't know what was in his schoolbag. It was so bulging that it looked like it could squeeze his intestines out.

Everyone is tired from climbing this mountain, but the boy didn't even say a word about being tired.

This is awesome.

Da Xiong and the man from the host family couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

It was noon and still no good land was found, so everyone found a big tree to sit under and rest.

They all brought their own dry food. Fang Zichen picked a few leaves and spread them on the ground before sitting down with Guaizi in his arms.

The good boy pulled his sleeve to wipe Fang Zichen's sweat, and then took out a water bag from his schoolbag.

This water bladder is mostly made of pig, cow, sheepskin or bladder, and is easier to use than a gourd.

He handed the water to Fang Zichen, and after he drank it, he quickly took out the buns from his schoolbag and gave it to him, then waved his little hand to fan Fang Zichen.

The wind was not as strong as a breath, but he was busy around Fang Zichen, and he was really filial.

Daxiong and the others saw that he was serving Fang Zichen like a considerate maid. Fang Zichen was so beautiful that they took the bun and pinched his face: "Are you tired of smashing my son?"

"Not tired, not tired~" The good boy hugged Fang Zichen's neck, rubbed his face with him, and said, "Father is the one who works the hardest, and father is the hardest worker."

Daxiong and the others were envious, she was like a daughter here, caring and lovely, their family You boy, you have a strong skin. If you don't have a fight for a day, you will go to the house to lift the roof. How can you be like a good boy?

They are both sons, so why are they so different?

But as soon as they couldn't envy more than a stick of incense, everyone began to sympathize with Fang Zichen.

It turned out that Daxiong saw that his family had a shop, business was good, he was a scholar, and he only earned 20 taels of silver a month, so why did he still work so hard? Now he watched the good boy finish four buns at once, each of them was as big as a bowl, and the contents were It was all stuffed meat as big as a fist, he knew it.

I wanted to laugh just now. I just went out for lunch. Why did I bring a bag of steamed buns? Now I don't have to ask anymore.

It is true that a half-grown man is a poor man.

There are only a few of them, I'm afraid none of them can compare to Guaizai. The buns are dry, the weather is hot, and the person is tired, so people have no appetite. But Guaizai, a child, fucked four buns at once, which made several people look at him. stunned.

I'm a good boy!

Having one is as good as four.

They were also a little confused and didn't understand. How could this little baby, which was not as tall as their calves, be able to eat so much? How could its stomach hold four buns? Couldn't it hold them up?

No wonder Fang boy worked so hard. This kid was doing Baozi like he was shooting from left to right, so why not work hard!

Fang Zichen put away the remaining buns, held the good boy in his arms, and gently pinched his pretty little nose: "Are you full?"

"Yeah! I feel full. The good boy already has energy. ." Guaizi leaned against his chest and yawned.

Fang Zichen touched his belly. It felt like he was touching a big watermelon. It was round. He smiled and said dotingly, "Then get some sleep."

"Hmm~"

The good boy twisted a few times in his arms and found his belly. I found a comfortable position and then stopped moving.

He did what he said and slept when he said it. He was really good at it. Fang Zichen looked at his pink and tender face and couldn't help but kiss him.

It's exactly noon, and it's really hot. Finding acupoints doesn't come in a hurry. The road on the mountain is not easy to walk. It's noon, so we won't take a break. Today, they will help people find acupoints. Tomorrow, they will help people find acupoints. It's up to others to help them find holes.

It's good to enjoy the shade under the big trees. It was very windy, so people didn't pay attention to it and slept directly against the tree trunks or lying on the grass.

The good boy always sweats when he sleeps. Fang Zi has to wipe him once or twice in the morning, even if he puts it on the ground. He is afraid of pebbles hitting the baby, so he insists on holding it in his arms.

The big bear is not used to taking naps, so he sat over now.

"It looks like you love your son very much!"

Fang Zichen looked at him, slightly speechless: "It's just one, how can it not hurt?"

"Then why bring him here? The child will not suffer in this kind of day."

Fang Zichen also knew that the child It's hard work, but a boy needs to be raised poor. Let him know that work is not easy, so he won't be arrogant and extravagant.

He didn't know before that every grain of grain was hard work. He knew it after doing the work. Only after the child was tired a few times did he realize that making money and being a father were not easy. If he just indulged in it and was more delicate than a flower, what's the point? use?

Boys should be good at writing and killing pigs at the bottom. If they only talk a lot, it doesn't seem to be a good idea.

Moreover, he has trained the child to be able to run a few kilometers. This level is within the range he can bear. If it is really dangerous, Fang Zichen will not bring him here.

After resting for an hour, the host started calling people.

Guaizi rubbed his eyes and moved his mouth. He hadn't slept enough. Fang Zichen was afraid that he would sleep too much and wouldn't be able to sleep at night, so he pinched his nose, and Guaizi woke up soon.

He whined, "Father, bad~"

The father and son didn't come back until the evening. As soon as the good boy entered the door, he ran to the kitchen to look for Brother Zhao: "Daddy, good boy is hungry."

Brother Zhao had already cooked the rice and was frying the last dish. The good boy twitched his nose and put his feet into the pot. Look, when I saw that it was chicken that I loved the most, I immediately washed my hands impatiently, then ran to the main hall to set up stools and carry dishes and chopsticks. I was very active.

There are many people in the family, and no matter how big the table is, it can't seat more than a dozen people. Usually, the four little ones sit at the same table. Brother Zhao couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw the good boy looking very hungry, holding a bowl and eating.

Xiao Feng touched his head: "Slow down, slow down."

"I'm very hungry." Guai Zai said, "Guai Zai, please fill your stomach with a bowl first, and I'll eat slowly."

Brother Zhao was on the other side . After hearing this, he turned to look at Fang Zichen.

"Didn't he eat buns at noon?"

Fang Zichen was chewing chicken wings and muttered vaguely: "Eat! I ate three of the nine he carried, and he ate the rest. I didn't abuse him. Ah."

Brother Zhao is not worried that Fang Zichen will abuse his son, he is only worried that Fang Zichen will spoil his son.

But after eating six steamed buns, he still complained that he was hungry when he came back, and his son had a big appetite again.

Is it really okay to eat like this?

Brother Zhao is a little worried.

The next afternoon, Brother Zhao had just finished selling the duck necks. An old man came into the store, looked around, and remembered what Wang Xiaohu said: "His husband has a round face, like a bun, and his eyes are big. It's easy to recognize." Finally, he stood in front of Brother Zhao.

"Are you Mr. Fang?"

Brother Zhao looked up at him, a little puzzled: "Who are you?"

"My surname is Qin."

Brother Zhao didn't know him, but the old man looked confused when he saw him, so he said straight away, he I came to see Fang Zichen.

Brother Zhao went into the backyard and called Fang Zichen out. As soon as he saw the person, Fang Zichen remembered that this old man had painted Mrs. Zheng with him.

Mr. Qin had nothing to do when he came, he just wanted to discuss painting skills with Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen said he had no time, he still had to teach his children homework! Very busy.

Mr. Qin came over, inquired about it, and said that Fang Zichen could teach him that painting method, and if the child was obedient and not noisy, he could open a back door for his child and let him study in Shangan Academy.

Brother Zhou and Aunt Liu were excited and nervous when they heard this.

They have been working in the shop for almost a month, and they no longer understand anything when they first came here.

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Well~ there are still a few chapters left, and we are about to enter Beijing...

Chapter 281

Shangan Academy is also quite famous in Yuanzhou. But it is not like Qinghe Academy. Qinghe Academy almost only recruits outstanding students from Tongsheng to above. It is difficult to get in without having any merit.

Shangan is different. Although it is not as powerful as Qinghe Academy, it is still very difficult for someone like Liu Liu who has never done anything and has no background to enter Shangan Academy. Now someone will come to open the back door. That is If you don't get in, you won't get in.

Fang Zichen's attitude immediately changed. He was extremely enthusiastic and his chest was beating loudly.

"My son can sit still! He won't make a fuss."

Mr. Qin said: "Then call me out and see."

Fang Zichen turned around and shouted: "Liu Liu, come out."

Brother Zhou and Aunt Liu were both stunned. .

They subconsciously looked at Brother Zhao, thinking that Fang Zichen had called him wrong.

Brother Zhao knew that Fang Zichen was not planning to send his good boy away, so Liuliu was implicated. Fang Zichen had been bothered by this matter for the past two days, but now it was settled.

Liu Liu ran out.

Mr. Qin teaches at Shangan Academy, so if you want to put someone in there, there is no problem.

But...

Wang Xiaohu's words flashed through his mind.

'My brother Fang's little son is very beautiful and cute, with a big head and two dark eyes, very easy to recognize. '

This child is pretty, but his brain looks normal. Why is it so big?

Seeing Mr. Qin staring at Liuyou, Fang Zichen said blindly: "This is my godson."

Liuyou immediately called him: "Father~"

Fang Zichen was relieved: "Hey!"

"Oh, that's it." Mr. Qin agreed. No matter who it was, he didn't look naughty when he saw Liuliu, so he agreed to it.

Brother Zhou and Aunt Liu didn't know how to thank Fang Zichen. Liu Xiaowen toasted Fang Zichen with a glass of wine in the evening, saying that he would not thank Fang Zichen for his kindness, and he would repay Fang Zichen's favor.

Fang Zichen didn't take it seriously, but Liu Xiaowen was a man who valued righteousness throughout his life.

Later, when the Northern Barbarians invaded in the Western Zhou Dynasty, they saw that the enemy was overwhelming and marching all the way north to attack their home. Fang Zichen had no choice but to lead his troops in the northern expedition. Liu Xiaowen "returned to his old business" and carried a big shovel and two pots, all the way to his home. He went to make a big pot of rice.

...

In exchange, Fang Zichen wants to teach Mr. Qin to sketch. Mr. Qin has drawing skills, so it is easy to teach him.

But this old man was disrespectful and robbed the good boy of his things. He took his painting brushes and picture albums, and spent a long time painting in the backyard. He didn't want to go back even after dark.

The good boy looked at him carefully and saw that most of his hair was white. He felt pitiful for this old grandfather. He was so old and didn't even have a paintbrush to draw. He was still young and had a paintbrush to draw.

Grandpa, old man, he is almost dead, he should let him a little bit.

Even though he thought so, every time Mr. Qin used his paintbrush to paint, Guaizi still squatted aside and looked pitifully.

Brother Zhao couldn't see him like this. He coaxed him into the kitchen every time, taught him how to cook, and completed the tasks assigned by his father.

The good boy was wearing a small apron specially made for him by Liu Xiaoli, standing on a stool, stirring the porridge in the pot.

Fang Zichen said that as a man, you must not only be able to be literary and military, but also be able to work in the hall and in the kitchen.

It's because I know how to cook that when your father and I first met, your father would run after me. I couldn't get rid of you. Your father said that he would marry me life or death, so I am only young. Qingqing, the husband's son was on the hot kang, reached the pinnacle of life, and became a winner in life.

The good boy was excited by these words. As soon as Brother Zhao was free, he asked Brother Zhao to teach him how to cook. Brother Zhao taught him how to make steamed buns a few days ago, and today he taught him how to cook porridge.

Now that he was done, he couldn't wait to serve Brother Zhao a bowl, and then stood at the table with bright eyes to look at him.

"Dad, drink quickly, my dear boy has already given you a cool bird!"

Brother Zhao swallowed hard, his hands trembled slightly, took a spoonful, took a sip, his expression remained unchanged: "Yeah! It tastes pretty good, My son is really promising. I'll leave this porridge to your father. Can you go and ask your father to come and give him a surprise?"

"Okay~" The good boy's eyes lit up and he ran out again.

There was no one in the kitchen at the moment, and Brother Zhao almost vomited as soon as he went out.

When Fang Zichen was pulled into the kitchen by the boy, he was quite moved. It wasn't until he saw the porridge that was dark that night and seemed to have been filled with engine oil that his whole body froze.

He looked at Brother Zhao with horrifying eyes, and Brother Zhao turned his head to avoid his sight.

He didn't know why the porridge was like this just after he went out for just a moment. When he looked carefully, he saw that most of the salt, half of the soy sauce, and most of the vinegar were missing from the salt shaker.

Facing Guaizi's expectant eyes, Fang Zichen was silent for a moment.

Forget it, in order not to damage the child's self-confidence, if I don't go to hell, who will?

He pulled out the chair, sat down and took a sip. Brother Zhao immediately held his breath nervously and looked at him carefully.

□□Fang Zichen has never eaten it, so he doesn't know what it tastes like, but he thinks it is similar to this porridge.

I couldn't even swallow it. The taste was so deadly that it was so salty and bitter and sour that my teeth would soften.

He reluctantly swallowed it to his throat and then pulled it back. After going back and forth several times, Fang Zichen coughed violently.

"Oops~" Guaizi climbed up on the small bench next to him and patted him on the back: "Father, don't be in a hurry, Ximo, take your time. You, Simo, are so ignorant! Such a big bird, how can you call Guaizi Xi like this? Don't let it go."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao turned his head, covered his mouth and laughed.

By the end of the meal, Fang Zichen was on the verge of tears.

"Oh~ Father, are you a crybird, Simo?" The good boy frowned, squeezed into his arms, climbed on his lap, kissed him, and pressed his forehead:

"No, no, because I'm too touched. "Don't cry. If you like Xi, my dear boy will cook it for you tomorrow. If you love Xi, my dear boy will cook it for you every day. Don't cry."

Fang Zichen: "... · "

Son, thank you, but I want to live a long life and don't want to die young.

Brother Zhao laughed so much that his stomach hurt.

...

At the end of September, Daxiong's brother came back, and Fang Zichen stopped keeping vigil.

In the late autumn of October, the fog becomes heavy in the early morning. When I wake up in the morning, the thin quilt is wet to the touch, and the grass on the roadside is also covered with dew. If he were alone, Fang Zichen wouldn't care, but with Brother Zhao and his son, Fang Zichen didn't want to stay any longer.

He made more than a hundred taels in one month, and Fang Zichen felt that it was enough.

On the first day when he officially returned to the academy, Fang Zichen didn't take his boy with him. He wanted to 'feel the way' first.

There were only twenty people in Class A. I took advantage of my good condition in the morning and was immersed in reading when I heard someone talking in a low voice without raising my head.

The doorman took Fang Zichen to get his textbooks. Mr. Wu had already sent someone to deliver them to him before he was uniformed in the academy. Fang Zichen was putting them on now. The doorman took him around the academy and introduced him. After he got familiar with it, Then he was taken to Jiazi class.

There were few people in the classroom, so it didn't matter where he sat, but according to the convention of novels, the protagonist usually sat at the back. Fang Zichen saw that there was an empty seat in front, and he didn't want to spit on his master, so he went to the back.

After two classes, the master came in to teach in the third class.

As usual, he looked around to see if anyone was absent. When his eyes fell on Fang Zichen, he looked a little surprised and seemed to be a little surprised.

Seeing him like this, the other scholars turned their heads back curiously. Fang Zichen, the one in front, was startled when he saw him.

"Who are you? When did you sit here?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

He has been sitting here for almost the whole morning, but the guy in front of him didn't notice him?

Are you so immersed in reading, so serious?

Talent!

Qinghe Academy may not be able to accommodate him!

Hearing the master calling his name, everyone in the classroom looked at Fang Zichen again, their eyes were burning with doubts, curiosity, surprise, disdain, all different, probably referring to the three characters Fang Zichen, this little Sanyuan It has been like thunder for a long time, but I have only heard his voice but not seen him. It is quite incredible to see him suddenly.

Some stared at him for a while and then turned away, while others followed their tablemates and looked at Fang Zichen while whispering.

Most likely he is saying that he is handsome again.

Fang Zichen thought.

Fang Zichen ate lunch in the academy. After all, there were only two hours at noon. If he went back, he would have to go back and forth. He had just finished eating at home, and he was afraid that the two bowls of rice would be eaten up by the time he got to the academy.

The college's cafeteria is quite spacious, and the food is pretty good, but what comes out of the big pot is not very sophisticated. Some people from well-off families will send book boys to deliver food.

In the afternoon, Fang Zichen did not go back to the classroom. Instead, he took a detour to the second courtyard and lay outside the wall listening all afternoon.

There are mostly young students in the second hospital, and the teaching mode is a bit like taking a Chinese class. It is just one sentence, explaining its meaning, and analyzing it again and again.

After "stealing the teacher", Fang Zichen planned to leave. On the way back to the first hospital, a student walked with him and turned to look at him from time to time.

Fang Zichen couldn't stand it any longer. When someone peeked at him again,

he asked, "Why do you keep looking at me?" He looks good. He has been in the second hospital for a long time and I haven't seen him before. I was curious for a while.

He was a talkative and familiar man. After chatting with Fang Zichen for a few words, he said curiously: "I heard that Fang Xiucai is a rare and handsome man. I don't know if he can compete with you, brother." , you are the only one I have ever seen in my life." He gave a thumbs up.

Fang Zichen was a little happy: "Who did you hear that?"

"I don't know, but everyone is saying this. Several people in my class also left last time. They said that when they lined up outside Gongyuan to check, they did see something like this. He is quite extraordinary in appearance. He said it in class when he came back, but the rumors are sometimes exaggerated. He might not even be able to compare with Bai Huanan." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Fang Zichen's face was a little gloomy.

"Bai Huanan? Who is he?" Fang Zichen put his hands on his waist and said, "I have seen that Fang Xiucai before. He is handsome, charming, unparalleled in wisdom, both civil and military, healthy and humorous." "

Really? Is there such a powerful person in this world who combines talent and beauty?

"The world is so big that there are so many things like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," Fang Zichen was not ashamed at all, bragging about himself. One pass.

The other party is also a talkative: "According to what Xiongtai thinks, Bai Huanan is really nothing. I'm afraid it's not even worthy of carrying Fang Xiucai's shoes."

Fang Zichen nodded: "That's right."

One dared to say, the other dared. listen. After the two of them walked away singing in harmony, Mr. Wu and Mr. Tang came out from behind the stone plaque, with expressions on their faces that were hard to describe.

Fang Zichen came back in the evening, went back to the room after dinner, and sat at the table to read. Brother Zhao came in and helped the good boy take a bath. He didn't make any noise and went to bed. The good boy was tired from training at night. Brother Zhao After just patting him a few times, he snored slightly.

The scene in the classroom in the morning brought a lot of pressure to Fang Zichen. Everyone was working so hard. If he continued to act carelessly, he would be stepped on.

Once he got serious, he was in trouble. The oil lamp at home was not too bright, and it was late at night. Brother Zhao called him twice, but Fang Zichen was so focused on his book that he didn't hear him.

Brother Zhao pursed his lips and got off the bed.

"Husband," he called Fang Zichen softly, wrapped his arms around his neck from behind, and lay on his shoulders: "Still not sleeping yet? You have to go to school tomorrow."

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Chapter 282

Fang Zichen was flipping through the book, thinking that Brother Zhao couldn't fall asleep without being held by him, and coaxed: "There are still a few pages, please wait for me for a while!"

Just after finishing speaking, Brother Zhao pulled his head off, She seemed to be lingering and pecked him on the lips very softly.

Fang Zichen's eyes were bright and he raised his eyebrows with a faint smile in his eyes. He looked at him without saying a word.

Brother Zhao only looked at him for a moment, then he put his arms around his neck, pulled Fang Zichen close to him, put his lips to his, and sucked gently.

"I didn't hear you clearly just now. Say it again, how many pages are left?"

Fang Zichen threw the book away and couldn't wait to pick up Brother Zhao: "I've finished reading it all."

Book?

What is a book?

Fang Zichen was already delirious with lust.

His hot eyes roamed back and forth on Brother Zhao's pink face, and the desire in his eyes was not concealed at all.

He buried his head and bit his ear, and then didn't know what he said. Brother Zhao shuddered and his face immediately turned red. His skin felt like it was burning when Fang Zichen touched it. His whole body was so hot that he was spinning. , and when he opened his eyes again, he was pinned down on the bed by Fang Zichen, and his lips were bitten fiercely by him.

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Qinghe Academy is quite lively today, and a large group of people gathered outside Jiazi class.

Chasing the reason - I heard that the scholar Fang came, and he brought his son.

He is still carrying a son while studying. I have never seen anything like this in a hundred years.

Moreover, as soon as I heard that the person came, he asked the dean to enter the Jiazi class, and his tone was not intimidating.

But if the dean can handle this, I think he is very optimistic about Fang Xiucai. Such a genius enters Class A. He has been out of the class for two years in a row, ranking first three times in a row, defeating the two geniuses in the hospital, Bai Huanan and Hutchison Zinzhou. One action is enough to prove that this person is extremely talented. Now that he has officially entered the school, he has entered the Jiazi class and is tutored by two famous teachers. There are probably not many people in the college who can compete with him.

Fang Zichen didn't know what everyone was thinking, but he was sitting in the classroom with his son, each with a book, reading with gusto.

People outside looked out the window and saw that Fang Zichen was young and handsome. If you look carefully, you can see that his face was still childish. He looked like he was bringing his son to school, but more like he came to school with his brothers.

Everyone in Class Jiazi felt that Guaizi was still young, and they were worried that his commotion would affect them. However, throughout the morning, Guaizi neither cried nor made a fuss. During the break, Fang Xiucai also took his son to play outside, chasing each other and making trouble. Zi was laughing loudly, and Fang Zichen blocked him from side to side, as if he was just playing.

Class Jiazi's teaching progress is fast, and Fang Zichen can keep up, but the good boy can't understand even half of the sentences. Often at this time, he will take the paper that Fang Zichen has tailor-made for him. The content on the paper includes Chinese topics. , those with mathematics, and those with moral character are no different from those in primary school grades.

After he finished writing the paper, he stared at the master with his big black eyes. When he saw the master looking over, he smiled at her, his milk was squirting and sweet, which made the master always want to take him back to

the lunch room. Sent by Brother Zhao.

Outsiders who teach in the academy are not allowed to enter, but there is a bamboo forest to the left of the front gate, and a small artificially dug pond to the right, with a pavilion beside it. Brother Zhao can enter this place.

They were eating in the pavilion by the pool. Brother Zhao didn't eat at home. When he got here, he and Fang Zichen were together. Because they were busy in their own ways, the two of them didn't spend much time together. Brother Zhao was always thinking of ways to communicate with Fang Zichen. Get closer in the morning.

He didn't ask how the good boy was doing today or whether he could adapt to it. As long as Fang Zichen was here, even if he didn't adapt to it, he would find a way to help him adapt. Moreover, his son was so happy to eat, sitting on the stone bench, his short legs swaying. In a flash, you will know that people are happy.

After dinner, Fang Zichen put the boy on the stone table and let him take a nap on it, while he and Brother Zhao sat by the lake and chatted about trivial matters.

After getting married, everything revolves around firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. Every day is ordinary and simple.

Brother Zhao talked about trivial matters, and Fang Zichen took the trouble to listen attentively. He would ask a few questions from time to time, which made Brother Zhao talk more enthusiastically. Sometimes Fang Zichen would also tease him, which made Brother Zhao angry and annoyed. Feeling ashamed, Brother Zhao said harsh words after cleaning up, saying that he would not bring him food tomorrow, but he was still standing outside the door at noon the next day, and Fang Zichen laughed at him.

Brother Zhou and Xie Xiaoyu were used to seeing him happily delivering meals and then coming back angry.

He said that Fang Zichen hurt people, but he always made Brother Zhao so angry that he couldn't hurt people. He said that he didn't care for people, and Brother Zhao beat him, but he didn't fight back. He did whatever he was asked to do, and he made people angry. Like a dog-skin plaster, he clung to Brother Zhao and began to coax people and talk sweet words. The two eavesdroppers, Brother Zhou and Xie Xiaoyu, couldn't help but feel elated, as if they had drank two ounces of honey. Needless to say, Brother Zhao , often died.

At the end of October, the temperature dropped sharply, and the cold drinks in the store began to sell out, but milk tea was still popular.

If it's cold and no one drinks it, then make something warm. Some guys and girls in Yuanzhou City always like to buy a cup of milk tea and some duck neck and duck feet for afternoon tea.

Brother Zhao stopped making ice cream, so he wanted to take advantage of the fact that there are still chili peppers for sale outside and make an extra batch to sell in the winter.

He not only retails the hot sauce in his store, but also has some salesmen and some grocery stores doing wholesale with him.

The hot sauce and peppers I made before were all sent from Hexi, and each time they were delivered in hundreds or even thousands of kilograms. Recently, the weather has been cold, and the peppers have not grown much, so there will be less in the next few times. Brother Zhao plans to Go outside and buy it.

There was originally a room left for Brother Zhou in the backyard, but now that he has rented the house, it is empty. I have made some hot sauce and can store it in it.

Hengyang City is the farthest to the south, and it usually gets colder there. Lin Xiaoxia has been there before and knows that peppers are grown in Hengyang. However, the pepper production in Yuanzhou is not much at this time, and the price has been raised. Buy less and eat less. It doesn't matter if you buy two meals, but if you buy more, it won't be worthwhile.

Moreover, Hengyang is rich and fertile. I had heard before that there were people who raised cows for milk and sold milk powder. Brother Zhao wanted to go there and have a look. Not only did the pepper production decrease in winter, but so did the cattle.

There are no dairy cows in Daxia, and some places that raise cows for milk mostly raise oxen and buffaloes. Most of the milk is prepared for brothers to give birth to children.

Cattle and buffaloes don't produce much milk, so although milk tea is easy to make, milk is hard to buy and is always out of stock in stores.

After hearing what Lin Xiaoxia said, Brother Zhao wanted to go over and have a look.

Fang Zichen was busy with his studies. Brother Zhao thought he could do this trivial matter well, so he didn't let him ask for leave. He planned to take Lin Xiaoxia and Li Yanmei with him.

But on the eve of departure, Fang Zichen asked him to take his good boy with him.

Children always need to walk more and look outside more. What they learn on paper is ultimately superficial. Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles.

Moreover, Hengyang has waterways connected to Yuanzhou. Starting from Yuanzhou in the morning, sailing through Xiayang, you can reach Hengyang the next morning.

Although it was close to the border, Hengyang was guarded by the Qin family's troops. The soldiers on the border were well guarded, so it was the safest place. Moreover, with Lin Xiaoxia following him, Fang Zichen felt relieved.

The store was handed over to the Liu family for guarding. The next morning, Brother Zhao left with Guaizi and Lin Xiaoxia and his wife.

It was the first time for Guaizi and Brother Zhao to build a boat. They were very excited when they got on the boat. They looked here and there and did not want to enter the cabin when the boat was sailing. Brother Zhao took him to sit on the boat, looking at the endless green mountains on both sides of the bank and the surging river, and couldn't help but feel comfortable.

There were a lot of traders coming and going on the ship, and the crew members were patrolling the passenger ship. There was safety, so Lin Xiaoxia was not worried. He lay in the cabin and vomited till the sky was dark.

Lin Yanmei saw that his face was pale and haggard and unwilling, and she felt distressed and felt that he was useless.

Lin Xiaoxia choked and argued with her.

The couple lived like enemies. It was as if they would quarrel from time to time if they didn't get along. At first, they would have a fight every day. Then when they came to Yuanzhou, if they quarreled again, Fang Zichen would pull Brother Zhao and hold the boy in his arms. Lying on their windows, cracking melon seeds and watching a play, it was just one time, and it would be even worse later on. As soon as they made a quarrel or made a fuss, Fang Zichen would act like a dog and immediately carry a little kid on his back. The bench appeared on the scene. Lin Xiaoxia and Li Yanmei were embarrassed by them, but they didn't have much quarrel in the past few months.

At this moment, the two of them thought that Fang Zichen was not around and wanted to have a good fight. However, after just a few words of argument, Lin Xiaoxia suddenly stopped talking and raised his chin desperately towards Li Yanmei.

"What happened?" Li Yanmei looked back and saw Guaizi squatting at the door with his hands on his chin, looking directly at them with Brother Zhao.

The good boy stood up, walked in with his hands behind his back, and criticized seriously like a little old man.

"Are you quarreling over Simo? Can't we talk about Simo's affairs?" He walked to the narrow bedside and looked at Lin Xiaoxia: "Uncle, father said that as a husband, you have to keep your husband and daughter-in-law. If she If you want to quarrel, just kiss her mouth. It's nothing. A kiss can't solve it. If there is, then do it again. Kiss her until she's dizzy. She won't be able to scold Nintori regardless of the situation. You want to Learn a little. This is what my father learned from experience. He taught it to me, saying that I can use it when I pick up girls in the future. I will teach you now."

Lin Xiaoxia and Li Yanmei were stunned for a moment, and turned to look at Brother Zhao . When I saw him blushing with embarrassment, I couldn't help laughing.

Brother Zhao picked up the good boy and slapped his butt twice.

The good boy didn't know why he was beaten, he just felt aggrieved.

...

The next morning, the passenger ship finally arrived in Hengyang.

Yuanzhou is prosperous and lively, but compared with Hengyang, it is nothing.

The passenger ship stopped as soon as it arrived at Hengyang Ferry, and then a group of officers and soldiers swarmed on the ship. The captain of the passenger ship shouted for everyone to come to the deck and asked the officers and soldiers to check the household registration documents one by one to confirm that there were no suspicious persons. The officers and soldiers then got off the ship and headed forward. Instructions to clear the way.

Lin Xiaoxia explained that Hengyang has strict control and this is a formal inspection, so it's okay.

Brother Zhao was puzzled.

Seeing that there was no one around, Lin Xiaoxia said softly, less than thirty kilometers from Hengyang, you will reach the border, and what borders the border is the Great Chao Kingdom.

Twenty years ago, the Great Dynasty tore up the contract between the two countries and launched a large-scale invasion of Great Xia. More than a dozen villages along the border were massacred. General Qin was furious and spent three months to conquer the Great Xia. The soldiers retreated hundreds of miles, and even killed the third prince of the great dynasty who had led the army that time.

It is said that these three princes were favored by the emperor of the great dynasty. After losing their beloved son, the old emperor was not angry, so he sent people to secretly sneak into Hengyang and attack Qin at night

. However, I don't know what happened at that time. Whether the Qin family guards were negligent in defending or were careless and lost Jingzhou. Anyway, that night, hundreds of loyal guards of the Qin family died, the eldest son of the Qin family was stabbed, the second son of the Qin family broke an arm, and the opera singer was kidnapped by the enemy, and finally skinned and put in a box Inside, put it at the gate of Qin's house.

This is naked provocation and revenge.

The second young master of the Qin family couldn't bear it and was ill for more than half a month. He has been in a daze since he woke up.

Since then, Hengyang has been in a state of strict investigation and prevention.

When Lin Xiaoxia said this, he couldn't help but sigh.

He passed by the Qin Mansion before and saw the second young master of the Qin family squatting at the door. He was an outstanding-looking man with extraordinary handsomeness and strong, dark eyebrows. If they didn't look at his stupid and clear eyes, probably no one would think that he was a fool.

Lin Xiaoxia had not heard about the assassination of the Qin family at that time, so he was a little curious and stopped. However, his friends in Hengyang who were with him seemed to be used to it.

"Let's go!"

"Is that Young Master Qin?"

"Yes!"

"It's cold and windy in winter, why is he..." sitting at the door.

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Chapter 283

Before Lin Xiaoxia had finished speaking, the second young master of the Qin family suddenly stood up and looked at the young man with bright eyes and a hint of longing.

"Xiao Wu, have you seen Yizhi?"

"Second Young Master, Young Master Yizhi said that he is going to perform on stage today and will not come back. Tell him to wait at home, don't run around, and listen to the old lady."

"That's it . Ah!" He was obviously a tall man, but he looked extremely aggrieved when he heard this, and muttered: "Then I will wait for him at home, otherwise he will not come back if he is angry."

2. He does this often. He is not clear-headed. I have often seen him squatting at the door waiting for people. Let's go! Hey~"

Now thinking of the lost and aggrieved look of the second young master of the Qin family, Lin Xiaoxia felt that this man was a pity. And pitiful.

I was a good son-in-law, but ended up like this.

Brother Zhao felt a little heavy after hearing this.

There are many people on the streets of Hengyang, but they are also orderly. The shops on both sides are lined with luxurious shops. Brother Zhao's memory of his childhood is a bit blurry, but he vaguely feels that Hengyang is even better than the capital city.

The good boy held Brother Zhao's hand tightly as soon as he got off the boat, for fear that he would lose it.

He looked around, curious about everything.

The price is even more expensive than in Yuanzhou. Brother Zhao rented two rooms in a small inn at home. They were not first-class rooms, but they still cost 300 yuan a night.

Brother Zhao didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he put away his baggage, hid the banknotes on his body, and went directly to find Lin Xiaoxia.

Lin Xiaoxia has a friend who specializes in the business of selling goods. He knows a lot of people. With him taking the lead, it will be much easier to buy peppers in the next town. If there is no one, he has to go to the village and collect them door to door. This is very time-consuming. Not to mention, it would be inconvenient without an ox-cart or a horse-drawn carriage.

The four of them worked non-stop and asked their friend to have a meal, and he immediately agreed.

"Yangxi Village, Xiahu Village, and Luowen Village grow a lot of peppers. I also know the village chiefs. They are very easy to talk to. Come with me tomorrow and I will introduce you to each other. Next time If you want to buy it again, just go there, it's convenient."

Lin Xiaoxia toasted him: "Thank you, brother~"

"It's just a quick trip, you're being polite," the friend said, "They planted a lot of peppers in previous years. I'm still worried about sales! Those old guys have to thank me for taking you there! As for the milk powder you mentioned, I heard that there are people selling it in Ngee Ann Town, but I don't know much about it. Old Xu Chang is there. He should know a lot about business, I will ask you later. "

It will be easier if you have an acquaintance.

The next morning, the friend came over. Lin Xiaoxia and Zhao Geer went to the village with him and asked Li Yanmei to take the children for a walk in the city.

Brother Zhao stuffed her with twenty taels of silver.

"I heard that the salt-baked chicken served there is delicious. You can take him to try it at lunch." Brother Zhao said.

"Okay." Li Yanmei touched the boy's head. She knew that the boy liked chicken the most, and Hengyang was most famous for the salt-baked chicken served at the reception.

Brother Zhao knelt down and pinched the good boy's face: "Daddy is out for business. You have to listen to aunt and don't run around. Do you know?"

"Hey, good boy Seamo will not say anything to the West. All good boys are like this. Big Bird, my father also told me that if a good boy runs around, he will be caught by Ren and become a son-in-law, and he will not be able to marry a bad woman. "The good boy was very serious and said: "That's why the good boy doesn't run around. It's a chance for bad guys to take advantage of you. Don't worry, dad. I'll wait for you to come back."

Brother Zhao smiled and kissed him before leaving.

Li Yanmei took Guaizi out for a stroll. There were many people on the street, so Li Yanmei picked him up. Guaizi was holding a steamed bun and eating it while looking around.

Although Hengyang is more lively, prosperous and spacious than Yuanzhou, it is generally the same. Occasionally, I pass by a few small stalls selling things that I have never seen before. The good boy will stop and stand to look at them. Occasionally, they are selling Li Yanmei would also buy some food for him to try. The good boy would always share it with her if he didn't eat alone.

There were several stalls, and some of the food was quite good, but some were not to the taste. The cat pancakes she bought at the end had a very strange taste. Li Yanmei felt like vomiting when she looked at the sweet boy, and tried to persuade him to throw it away, but he always stretched out. The neck and facial features are squeezed together, and he insists on eating the food, saying that it cannot be wasted, this is food, and if you eat it, you cannot throw it away.

It was almost noon before Li Yanmei took him to welcome the guests. It wasn't lunch time yet, but there were many guests. If he didn't come at the right time, he might have to wait until the evening.

But Li Yanmei obviously underestimated. Even if she came in advance, the hall on the first floor was already full of people.

There was a seat by the window on the second floor, but it was a little more expensive. The waiter asked her if she could sit down.

Li Yanmei saw the waiter passing by with the chicken he was about to serve to the guests, and then he lowered his head and took out the buns from his schoolbag to eat. He seemed to be looking at the plum blossoms to quench his thirst. She obviously liked it. It was tight but not noisy, which made Li Yanmei very curious.

"Lead the way." Li Yanmei said to the waiter.

But the boy suddenly pulled her and waved to her, motioning for her to come down.

The good boy leaned against her ear and whispered: "Auntie, let's come back in the evening."

"Why? Aren't you hungry?"

"Yes," the good boy said in a breathy voice, still on his feet, "But this time It's a hot day, and if you can't sell out all the food, it's a bad bird. It will definitely be sold at a cheaper price at night. We will come back to the west in the evening."

Li Yanmei seemed to be scratched by something, and picked him up: "It's okay, Auntie has money, let's go. Eat it now."

"Oh, thank you, aunt~"

Li Yanmei wanted to kiss him.

The view from the window on the second floor is excellent, and there are only two tables and chairs.

On the left side when welcoming guests is the moat. Looking over it, the river is sparkling and the sight is wide. However, such a location is only a hundred cents more expensive than the hall. This makes Li Yanmei a little puzzled. After asking, she found out that the one behind them was The table was specially set by the eldest son of the Qin family. This man is rich and noble. It would be an exaggeration to say that he is the prince of Hengyang. However, when people come to welcome guests, they don't like private rooms and prefer to sit here.

The Qin family are all kind. Even if they have a high status, they never do anything to oppress the people. Everyone can do this position, but to please the owner when welcoming guests, the table is not sold out. The table next door is The table can accommodate people, but everyone is timid. Seeing people in high positions, they are already trembling with trepidation. In front of people, and they are so close, their mentality is so bad, I am afraid they will be nervous and pass over. Not to mention drinking and eating.

Qin Hengxuan occasionally comes over at noon, so at this time, few people would choose to sit here.

Li Yanmei was not afraid, and Guaizi was even less afraid. After listening to the waiter's words, he remained as steady as an old dog, climbed up on the stool and sat down obediently.

The most famous thing about welcoming guests is the salt-baked chicken. The more people eat, the longer the wait. Li Yanmei asked the waiter to serve the snacks first. After waving people off, she sat across from the good boy and chatted with him.

There was probably something wrong with the pancakes she just ate. Not long after Li Yanmei sat down, her stomach made a few noises, and then her intestines seemed to be mixed together.

She asked Guaizi to wait for her here while she went to relieve herself and come back immediately.

The boy nodded.

If it were any other child, Li Yanmei would not dare to do this, but she knew that the good boy was obedient, would never run around, and was smart, so she dared to leave him alone.

Li Yanmei left and the chicken didn't come up, so the boy lay by the window and looked outside.

At noon, a carriage stopped at the gate to welcome guests. It was pulled by tall, strong and sleek horses. The carriage was nearly three meters wide. The body was a slightly dull red with fancy carvings on it. The coachman was wearing iron armor.

Anyone with some knowledge would know that the person sitting in the car was either the eldest young man of the Qin family or the old general Qin himself. The second young man of the Qin family rarely went out since he was stupid.

The only people who often come to welcome guests are the eldest son of the Qin family and his husband.

Qin Hengxuan and Meng Ruqing went up to the second floor. In the past, the table next door was always empty. Today, the two of them didn't even look at it. They just walked to the table and sat down.

The waiter asked respectfully: "Master Qin, do you also want salt-baked chicken and crispy tofu today?"

Although Qin Hengxuan is not yet forty years old, he should be called "Master" as usual, but there is no young master in the Qin family. The servants in the house kept calling him Young Master, and so did the people outside.

Qin Hengxuan nodded, and then waved him down.

Meng Ruqing poured a cup of tea and handed it to him. Qin Hengxuan took it and said lightly: "Thank you."

Meng Ruqing glanced at him, pursed her lips and said nothing.

The couple who have been together for more than ten to twenty years seem to be getting more and more distant as they become more and more polite.

The more the two of them respected each other, the more uncomfortable Meng Ruqing felt. His pale lips moved a few times, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end he chose silence.

Qin Hengxuan drank his second cup of tea. He suddenly put down the cup and sighed, looking up at the next door.

The other party kept looking here after they came up, and Qin Hengxuan didn't pay attention. After all, he and Meng Ruqing were often looked at like this when they went out, but they kept staring for such a long time. This was really the first time they met. .

The other party is really brave.

He looked over, but saw no one, only a handful of tweets exposed.

The good boy squatted down when he looked over. He was like a ginseng doll buried in the earth. Except for two leaves exposed, the whole body was hidden in the earth.

After a while, Guaizi rested his hands on Zhuo Yan, quietly and slowly stretched out his head, and when he saw that the other person was still looking this way, he retracted it with a hiss.

As soon as he saw his appearance clearly, Qin Hengxuan's whole body trembled and he stopped in place as if struck by lightning.

Meng Ruqing's thoughts had been focused on him, and when she saw him suddenly acting like this, she frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" He turned his head and unexpectedly met the boy's eyes.

Meng Ruqing stood up in an instant. The table was almost overturned by him. The tea cup was overturned. The tea snaked along the edge of the table and dripped onto the upper part of his shoes. He still felt a little hot through the layers of upper shoes, but he was completely He felt nothing. He was almost shocked and looked at Guaizi blankly.

Seeing him like this, the good boy hid under the table again.

When the waiter heard the sound and rushed over, he thought something had happened. Qin Hengxuan asked him to step back, and then walked directly to the boy, step by step, with a strong heartbeat.

When Guaizi saw him coming, he knew he couldn't hide it anymore, so he simply stood up and looked at him.

Qin Hengxuan came closer and looked at his face, even more shocked. His eyes fell on the good boy's face. The blood in his body seemed to be surging, like waves, one after another, and his heart was beating so hard for no reason. origin.

This little baby looks almost exactly like Meng Ruqing when she was a child.

Meng Ruqing was a direct descendant of Zuo Xiang's family, so he was quite favored. When he was a child, every year for his birthday, Zuo Xiang's wife would always look for the painter to paint for him. Qin Hengxuan met Meng Ruqing in his room, and then came here. Qin Hengxuan also begged Mrs. Zuo Xiang to send him two paintings. After he came back, he hung the portraits in that room. He saw them every day and looked at them every day. He knew very well what Meng Ruqing looked like when he was young.

There are many similar people in the world, but it is rare to be so similar.

The good boy was not afraid of him. He even took a piece of snack and looked at Meng Ruqing while eating.

Qin Hengxuan was closest to him, but he ignored Qin Hengxuan and kept staring at Meng Ruqing.

Meng Ruqing took a deep breath and subconsciously waved her hand to Guaizi.

His appearance and temperament were too cold. During previous festivals, several of General Qin's lieutenants would bring their families to the mansion as guests. The children were chattering, but as soon as Meng Ruqing came out, they were all mute and dared not say anything, let alone Close to Meng Ruqing.

After Meng Ruqing waved, he reacted with some self-mockery. When he saw the boy moving, he thought he was going to run away. The direction of the stairs was behind him, but the boy stopped in front of him, raised his head, and showed his dark eyes. Her eyes looked at him without any fear.

"Uncle Meiren, do you, Simo, look so much like my father?"

Chapter 284

Meng Ruqing was stunned for a moment, because of this title, because of Guaizi's boldness, and because of his eyebrows that were similar to her own.

The good boy doesn't mind if he doesn't talk.

Meng Ruqing looked like Fang Zichen, and he felt friendly when he looked at her.

Meng Ruqing didn't want children to be 'welcome', but he did like children quite a lot. Now that he saw a bold one, he couldn't tell how he felt in his heart. He was a little sour, but also a little surprised and at a loss.

Meng Ruqing gently squeezed his small and soft hand, and led him to sit down at the table. The table for welcoming guests was slightly higher, and the matching chair was also high, reaching up to the good boy's chin. He originally wanted to be good. The boy picked him up, but the boy climbed up on his own, then sat upright and looked at Meng Ruqing again.

Meng Ruqing sat down next to him and smiled slightly. He didn't smile often, and when he had a stern face, he was full of alienation. But when he smiled, it was like a spring breeze, and the alienation disappeared instantly. The good boy wowed. Voice.

"Uncle Meiren, when you smile, you look like my father! You are so handsome and so charming."

Qin Hengxuan was about to sit down when he laughed after hearing this.

Hearing the sound, Meng Ruqing suddenly raised her head and looked at him with some surprise. Qin Hengxuan didn't care. He looked at the good boy and poked his face with his index finger. He found that the boy's face was tender and tender. He didn't use much force, but it was... Poke a hole.

"Kid, because Uncle Meiren looks like your father, is that why you peeked at us just now?"

"Yeah!" Guaizi said, "Guaizi is a man, and he keeps staring at me. This is not polite. "

Qin Hengxuan wanted to laugh again. It's not polite to keep staring. Then it's polite for you to peek? Guai Zai continued: "My father said that he keeps staring at Ren. If he is more narcissistic, he will misunderstand that I am interested in him. After all,

Guai Zai is a very charming young man, so he has to be on guard."

Qin Hengxuan and even Meng Ruqing laughed. He couldn't control it and reached out to touch his soft hair. Once again, as if he was extravagant, cautiously and with a trembling voice,

he asked tentatively: "How old is your father?" He heard himself bang. With his beating heart, Qin Hengxuan's face suddenly darkened the moment he said these words. He realized that he had said the wrong thing, but just now his mind went blank and his words and actions were out of control at all.

He was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly became a little panicked.

"Brother Xuan..."

Qin Hengxuan sighed, patted the back of his thin hand that was resting on the table, and said comfortingly: "It's okay."

The good boy didn't notice the difference between them, and replied: "Good boy Zaidi's father is almost 20 years old this year."

"That's right." Qin Hengxuan felt a little heavy and changed the topic: "So you are called Guaizi?"

The age doesn't match, maybe it's just a coincidence, Meng Ruqing sighed. Angry, I heard the good boy ask Qin Hengxuan: "Handsome grandpa, what's your name? Ximo?" Qin Hengxuan choked up

: "No," he pointed at Meng Ruqing: "You call him Uncle Meiren, why do you call me handsome grandpa?"

These two words deeply touched his heart, but what on earth were those two words at the end?

Does he already look that old compared to his husband? It should be impossible. He had just looked in the mirror when he went out. He was still as handsome and charming as before. Some people had praised them as a perfect match made in heaven!

Meng Ruqing also looked at Guaizi.

The good boy spoke righteously: "Because Uncle Meiren looks like he is thirty years old, and the handsome grandpa looks like he is fifty years old."

Critical attack!

Qin Hengxuan felt two arrows shoot out from the good boy's mouth, piercing him in an instant.

He's not even forty yet! !

What does it mean to be fifty years old?

He was feeling depressed when he heard the cute boy giggling.

"Handsome grandpa is stupid. You believe my good boy's lies to you. You are too stupid to do it~"

Meng Ruqing couldn't help but laugh when she saw that he looked like he had been shocked just now.

Qin Hengxuan was not afraid of breaking other people's children, so he directly gave the good boy two chestnuts.

The boy didn't feel any pain and was still smiling.

Qin Hengxuan looked at him like this, and the more he looked at him, the more curious he became. He couldn't help but think that if his son was here and looked like this, he must have cared about him.

"He really looks like you." Qin Hengxuan said suddenly.

"Yeah." Meng Ruqing said.

Qin Hengxuan seemed to have regained some of his vitality. He looked at Meng Ruqing and said with a smile: "Your eyes were so big when you were a child. They looked like bull's eyes. How come when you grow up, your eyes are just a slit?"

Meng Ruqing choked. : "What is a gap? You are always talking nonsense."

Qin Hengxuan teased him like this, which made Meng Ruqing feel a little happy. After all, Qin Hengxuan was always like this before that incident happened. He liked him like this, but didn't like how he treated him. He was as respectful as a guest.

Meng Ruqing's eyes are not small, a bit like peach blossom eyes, and her double eyelids are neither wide nor narrow, and they look very beautiful. Moreover, the ends of his eyes were slightly raised, adding a bit of charm when he looked at people, as if to attract people's hearts. But when he smiles, he is like a crescent moon, lively, lively and charming. When he was a child, his eyes were rounder, like a good boy, and his big watery eyes were very energetic.

The waiter came up with the food and was a little surprised to see the child at the next table sitting with Qin Hengxuan, but he didn't say anything.

The good boy's eyes were uncontrollably glued to the plate of salt-baked chicken that looked very appealing to him. He followed the movements of the chicken, looking like a snack foodie, as if he had been fascinated by the chicken, regardless of whether it was four or six. .

Meng Ruqing and Qin Hengxuan suddenly heard a thud, like a stone falling from a high altitude into the lake.

They couldn't help but look at Guaizi, worried about whether the child's throat was broken.

The boy looked at the waiter.

"Little uncle, is it okay for my aunt to call you chicken?"

The waiter glanced at Qin Hengxuan and Meng Ruqing before bowing and saying no. Because there were so many people, he asked him to wait first, thinking about the people on the table who just saw him. There were only two pieces of dim sum left, so I asked if I wanted any more dim sum?

The boy shook his head.

When they left, Guaizi looked at Qin Hengxuan and said with some confusion: "Guaizi and aunt are here first, why hasn't Ximo Guaizi cooked it yet?"

The plump chicken was baked with salt and had a hint of The special and charming smoky flavor and golden skin are very exciting. The chicken fat seeping out from time to time makes the tender chicken full of juice, making people drool when looking at it and smelling it.

"Because they dare not make me wait." Qin Hengxuan said.

Guaizi said: "Oh, Guaizi Xidao, you must be a second-generation official, right?"

Qin Hengxuan was stunned: "Huh?"

"Father said that second-generation officials have privileges." Guaizi explained.

"Then why can't I be an official?" Qin Hengxuan asked with a smile.

The good boy looked at him carefully: "If you look like this, maybe Simo will be a government official? Grandpa, when you look at it, he is the kind of person who spends all day thinking about playing with chickens and walking dogs, messing around with people, etc., and it doesn't look like that at first glance. He can do great things!"

Qin Hengxuan: "..."

Meng Ruqing saw that his face turned pale and pale, and it was really funny. He hadn't seen Qin Hengxuan look so lively for a long time.

Qin Hengxuan had nothing to say, this bastard was damn right.

But what can be done.

A hereditary title, he was already at the top as soon as he was born. No matter how hard he worked, he couldn't reach the sky. What could he do?

Qin Hengxuan seemed to be taking revenge on him. He picked up a piece of chicken that was still dripping with oil. He deliberately turned his chopsticks in front of the good boy. Seeing that the good boy's eyes almost popped out, Qin Hengxuan stretched his neck and swallowed. Only then did Qin Hengxuan Satisfied, I slowed down and took a bite in front of him.

"Oh, the chicken that comes here to welcome guests is really as delicious as ever."

The good boy moved his butt, got closer to Qin Hengxuan, and asked hurriedly: "What kind of flavor is it?"

"Chicken flavor." Qin Hengxuan He sighed and said, "We only sell two hundred pieces a day to welcome guests. There were so many people downstairs just now, and I don't know if there will be any more when the queue reaches you."

The boy panicked: "Ah! Then this Simo What to do?"

Seeing that his face was so worried, Meng Ruqing glanced at Qin Hengxuan, put a piece of chicken leg on a small plate, and pushed it to the good boy: "Eat it!"

"No, no, no, no." The good boy shook his head hurriedly. explain.

Meng Ruqing pinched his face: "It's okay, uncle likes you, you don't have to be polite."

"I'm so embarrassed about this, Simo!" The good boy said, but he picked up the chicken drumsticks and said crisply: "Thank you, Uncle Meiren, Uncle Meiren has a kind heart."

Qin Hengxuan smiled: "This child is really a mother if she has breasts."

Meng Ruqing likes the salt-baked chicken here, so Qin Hengxuan often comes with him, but no matter how much he likes it, he only takes two. Chopsticks, seeing how good the good boy was eating, Meng Ruqing even ate a few more pieces today.

Seeing that they all put down their chopsticks, the good boy's mouth was oily, and there was still more than half of the chicken on the plate: "Uncle and grandpa, don't you want to eat?" "

Yeah!" Meng Ruqing thought he was full, so he took a handkerchief to him He wiped his mouth, and the boy cooperated very well. He even turned his face and smiled sweetly at him while wiping his mouth.

Meng Ruqing's nose felt sore, and he felt that this child was so close to his eyes, as if he had grown up in his heart. He had never had such a strong feeling when meeting other children. His movements were extremely gentle, and his eyes were full of love when he looked at the good boy.

After wiping his mouth, Meng Ruqing was about to ask him if he wanted to eat anything else. The salt-baked chicken at Yingke Lai is the most famous, but its desserts are also pretty good, but before I even asked, I saw the boy picking up a piece of chicken and eating it.

"We can't waste. Saving is a good tradition." Guaizi said, "Uncle and grandpa don't eat birds, so can Guaizi finish it?"

Qin Hengxuan just saw that he had eaten two chicken legs: "Okay, but Don't force it. You'll feel uncomfortable after eating too much."

Guaizi chewed the chicken and was extremely satisfied: "It's not uncomfortable for you, darling. It's uncomfortable for you if you can't do it~"

Then Meng Ruqing and Qin Hengxuan saw him. All the chicken on the plate was eaten.

There was still some juice in the plate, and some green onions were floating on it. They were stunned and didn't react. Then they saw the good boy jumped off the small bench and ran to the waiter who had just come out of the private room. He raised his head and didn't know what to do. He said something and then ran back.

Before Qin Hengxuan and Meng Ruqing asked, the waiter came over very quickly carrying a tray with a bowl of rice on top.

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Well~ today I will do the daily routine, tomorrow I will do the plot, and I should be able to go to Beijing the day after tomorrow. (Probably...!)

If you don't want to see Xiao Kenai in daily life, you can wait until tomorrow.

They haven't recognized each other yet, so this is a foreshadowing. As for why they don't suspect anything when they see the boy look so similar, there will be an explanation later.

Now that we have recognized each other and become the 'Prince' of the South, the male protagonist will not be embarrassed after arriving in the capital...

How can Brother Zhao pursue his husband?

Chapter 285

The waiter put the rice on the table.

"Thank you, uncle." After thanking the boy, he took the rice with both hands, poured it directly into the chicken soup, mixed it up, and started eating again.

Qin Hengxuan: "..."

This is a bit too frugal.

Damn it, he didn't even let the soup go.

Seeing them staring at him like wolves and tigers, the good boy thought that they also wanted to eat, so he scooped up a spoonful of rice soaked in soup and looked a little shabby in appearance, and handed it to Meng Ruqing: "Uncle Meiren wants to eat something." Really?"

Meng Ruqing looked into his big eyes and couldn't bear to refuse. She smiled and leaned over slightly to eat.

"Thank you, good boy." "You

're welcome~" Good boy followed suit and fed Qin Hengxuan another mouthful. After they all shook their heads and said they didn't want to eat, Good boy buried his head in eating.

Meng Ruqing finally asked him: "Where is your master?" He had not seen anyone since just now.

The boy's cheeks were still swollen. He swallowed his rice and then said: "Father is going to the academy, and I, dad and uncle and aunt are coming to Hengyang to do business."

"What about them?"

"Dad and uncle are going to the village. "Liniao, daddy said there is a lot of good stuff here, so I asked my aunt to bring me here, but my aunt was feeling sick just now, so she went to deal with the grain reincarnation bird."

Qin Hengxuan was amused by his words, and poked his little face again. .

"Then your aunt is also big-hearted. You are still so young, aren't you afraid that you will lose her?"

Guaizi was very serious: "My aunt is only four years old, and he will marry a husband in two years. He is not young~"

Not only Qin Hengxuan, but also Meng Ruqing laughed.

This child is short, I didn't expect him to be four years old, but he is not too old at four years old. He is quite capable of talking nonsense at such a young age.

They surrounded the boy on the left and right. Qin Hengxuan lowered his head and teased the child with a smile, and asked him: "You want to marry a husband at such a young age, are you ready for the betrothal gift? The younger brother will not marry you without a betrothal gift." The good boy nodded while he was cooking, and said: "

Good boy, prepare the birds. Grandpa, let me tell you secretly. In fact, I have saved eighty cents in bird blocks. Now I have everything ready. I only owe my husband, but my father said Puppy love is wrong. Flowers that bloom too early will only wither prematurely. Wait two years before we start talking, otherwise the good boy will be confused now~"

Qin Hengxuan was laughing so hard that his stomach hurt.

He hadn't smiled like this in almost ten years. Meng Ruqing watched quietly, and couldn't help but think that if he had been obedient and not returned to Beijing, this scene would not have only appeared in his dreams. If his son was still alive, their family of three would Maybe it happens often. When he goes out to have a small meal, Qin Hengxuan will make the child cry, and then he will hold the child and avenge him...

The good boy has just finished the bowl of rice, and the waiter Came over with chicken.

"Little Master, your chicken..." The boy's face was still stained with rice grains, and he was still holding the big plate with chicken in the store.

The waiter asked tentatively: "Young master, do you want this chicken?"

There were many people in the store, and in ordinary inns, orders are not allowed to be returned, but the salt-baked chicken for guests is allowed.

Because there are so many people eating this dish, there are often people waiting in the store. They usually order other side dishes first, and after tasting them, they are often full before the main dish is served.

The good boy nodded fiercely: "I want it, I want it~" Li Yanmei happened to come up from the first floor, and the good boy called her: "Auntie, come here, please come up."

Meng Ruqing was facing the stairs, and from Li Yanmei's side, she could only see Looking at her profile, she didn't react much when she saw the good boy sitting with Qin Hengxuan. She just thought it was the boss of the wealthy family. She was the first to say hello. It wasn't until Meng Ruqing looked up at her that she exclaimed. Voice.

"Auntie, is this beautiful uncle very similar to my father?" Guaizi asked.

Li Yanmei nodded fiercely.

They look like, they really do, but the young master's facial features are tougher and more masculine, while the person in front of him has softer lines and outlines.

The good boy said: "Father said that he saw a person who looked very much like him last time. It seems that he has a popular face~ Hahaha."

Meng Ruqing also laughed along with him. After he touched the good boy's head, he talked to Li Yanmei. He said that Guaizi had just eaten half of the chicken and a large bowl of white rice. Are you okay?

"It's okay." Li Yanmei waved her hands and said nonchalantly: "My young master has a good appetite. A chicken and a bowl of rice are just enough for him to stuff between his teeth."

Meng Ruqing: "..."

Qin Hengxuan: "..."

A chicken is just big enough to fit between the teeth, and the gap between the teeth is also big enough. I originally thought that my father and brother were big ricers, but I didn't expect to see a small ricer again today.

The good boy had a face that looked exactly like Meng Ruqing's and was eating meat fiercely. Qin Hengxuan found it more and more funny the more he looked at it.

Li Yanmei didn't eat chicken. This chicken should be a free-range chicken in the village. It's not too big. It weighs more than three kilograms. Although it's not very fat, Li Yanmei just had a bad stomach. It will be a little bit oily. Not daring to eat, she asked Guaizi: "Are you feeling sick in your stomach?" After all, they had eaten the same thing just now.

Guai Zai Niu said coaxingly: "No, Guai Zai is dripping iron into his stomach. Simo may feel uncomfortable."

At this moment, the waiter came up again with crispy tofu. It was said to be crispy tofu, but it was actually the same as tofu pudding. It was almost the same, served in a white porcelain bowl, with brown sugar water drizzled on top. Guaizi had never eaten it before. He could eat four bowls in one go, but Meng Ruqing still took two bites and put down the ladle.

The good boy leaned over and said, "Uncle Meiren, why do you Simo eat so little? You can't survive without Western food! If you don't eat Western food well, you will have to tie two bricks to your body when you go out on windy days, otherwise the wind will blow you away. Blow it away~"

Meng Ruqing said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern, dear boy."

"Is it because the food here is not good to you?"

Meng Ruqing didn't bother him. The food he welcomed the guests could not be said to be delicious, but it was. It's not unpalatable, but I have no appetite: "It's okay, but I can't eat it."

Guaizi was silent for a moment, looked at Meng Ruqing's thin face, and suddenly asked: "You can't eat anything? Then do you like to drink porridge? Guaizi Can I cook porridge for you? My dear boy, cooking porridge is the most annoying thing, and good things don't kill birds. The best thing in the world is that my father made porridge so good that he cried like a bird. I coaxed him and said I'll cook it for him next time so he won't cry."

Meng Ruqing was a little surprised: "You know how to cook porridge?"

Hearing the surprise in his voice, the boy's chest rose.

"Yeah! It's easy to cook porridge!"

His arrogant little appearance made Meng Ruqing curious, and she followed him and asked: "Then tell uncle, how to cook porridge?"

The good boy didn't know where he got his mysterious confidence. , said: "Just put the rice in the pot, then add water, boil the porridge, put salt in it, put soy sauce in it, put vinegar in it, and if possible, put a little meat in it."

Qin Hengxuan He held his chin with one hand and looked at him: "How much salt should I put in? How much soy sauce, vinegar, etc. should I put in?"

The boy replied without any pressure: "Just put half a bowl of salt, and the same goes for soy sauce and vinegar." "More."

He often watches Brother Zhao cooking. Brother Zhao is very good at cooking. The food he cooks always tastes just right, but Guaizi thinks that adding too much salt will make it taste better. .

Qin Hengxuan: "·······"

Meng Ruqing: "·······"

They have never cooked before, but they still have basic common sense. Put half a bowl of salt...

Qin Hengxuan asked Li Yanmei hesitantly: "Is your young master still alive?"

Li Yanmei couldn't control herself when she thought of this. He smiled and said, "I'm still here, but I drank half a tank of water that day."

The boy looked at Meng Ruqing and said, "Uncle Meiren, do you want it?"

Meng Ruqing helped him pick up a piece of meat and put it in the bowl, but still didn't refuse: "Okay. ! Then can you go to my uncle's house and cook it for him tomorrow?"

"Kuoyi!" Guaizai nodded.

"Aren't you afraid that I am a bad person?"

"Aren't you afraid? You look like my father. My father said that he has the most upright, kind and handsome appearance. Only good people can look like that. Uncle Meiren is like my father, so Uncle Meiren is good." "Ren."

...

During the whole meal, Meng Ruqing and Qin Hengxuan laughed at his nonsense.

The veteran came up after hearing the sound and could hardly believe it when he saw this scene.

Brother Zhao and Lin Xiaoxia did not return from the village until evening.

This negotiation went smoothly, because the quantity of chili peppers was large, and it was cheaper than a pound sold in bulk. It sounds small, but although it is inconspicuous, the quantity was large, and a lot of money was saved.

Brother Zhao was very happy. When he arrived outside the inn, he saw two soldiers guarding the door. He thought there were adults eating inside, but didn't think much about it until he came outside the room and heard hearty laughter coming from inside.

He pushed the door open and went in, and saw two people sitting on the bed. Just by looking at their clothes, he knew that they were either rich or noble. When he saw Meng Ruqing's face clearly, Brother Zhao's eyes widened unconsciously.

The good boy was doing somersaults while holding his feet. He was very happy to see Brother Zhao back.

"Dad~"

Meng Ruqing and Qin Hengxuan came here with nothing to do, they just wanted to spend more time with their good boy. They looked at Brother Zhao and saw that he was a little restrained, so they smiled and found a topic to chat with him.

Fang Zichen also has a great aura. After being with him for a long time, Brother Zhao is not very afraid of Qin Hengxuan and Meng Ruqing. Once he heard that they were from the Qin family, he became even less afraid.

A man is rich and powerful, the first person under the imperial power, what can he do for him?

I just saw how cute my son was, so I came over to tease him.

The longer Meng Ruqing and Qin Hengxuan stayed with Guaizi, the more they felt like him and they persuaded Brother Zhao to stay at his house for two days.

Brother Zhao hesitated.

The good boy came over and rubbed his face with Brother Zhao: "Daddy, go ahead. The good boy likes Uncle Meiren and handsome grandpa very much."

"Go!" Meng Ruqing said, with a trace of longing in his eyes unconsciously, Brother Zhao My son loves Wujiwu, so he immediately packed up his baggage.

...

Old General Qin and Old Madam Qin were doing business in the back garden. They heard a report from a servant that the eldest young master and the young master had brought someone back, and they couldn't help but be curious.

These two people had not been friends for many years, but now they suddenly brought someone back...

They looked at each other, got up and went to the front yard together.

In the distance, I heard a few crisp laughs.

Qin Hengxuan was hugging the boy and bumping his forehead against him. The two were walking and playing together. Meng Ruqing was at the side with a smile on her face, and occasionally she would turn her head and say something to Brother Zhao.

This scene is meant to be heartwarming.

General Qin looked a little stunned.

He stopped where he was, not daring to go out, for fear that the good boy would be scared when he saw him, and for fear of breaking the peaceful scene.

However, Guaizi still saw him.

General Qin has been on the battlefield for half his life, and his temperament is very majestic. The good boy let out a sigh and asked Qin Hengxuan: "Handsome grandpa, do you have an old grandpa in your family?"

Mr. Qin walked out: "Little baby, are you not afraid of me? "

Guaizi tilted his head: "Why should Ximo be afraid of you? How old are you?"

Mr. Qin said bluntly: "No, but I can kill people." He explained as if he was eager to show off but was afraid of Guaizi. : "I am a general." After saying this, I felt that the other person was young and not much taller than chopsticks, so he probably didn't know what a general was.

Unexpectedly, the good boy exclaimed: "Oh, grandpa, do you specialize in killing benevolence? My father said that killing benevolence is like chopping melons and vegetables, and taking the enemy's head in the midst of thousands of troops is like picking out objects from a bag. The most powerful thing. That one is a general. He serves as an army to kill the enemy, protects his family and the country, and he is a benevolent person. A good boy is not afraid of being kind~"

These words won Mr. Qin's heart. Regardless of Qin Hengxuan's resistance, he forced the good boy to follow him. He grabbed it from his arms and teased him with Mrs. Qin.

The peppers were booked with several villages, but picking them took time. After staying one night at the General's Mansion, Brother Zhao took Lin Xiaoxia and his wife out to go out the next day.

These two people are usually bold, but when they entered the general's mansion yesterday, they were as quiet as quails.

Li Yanmei never expected that the eldest master who she thought was a businessman was actually the eldest young master of the general's mansion.

A commoner like her, one day she slept in the general's mansion for a whole night. It felt like a dream, but it didn't feel real.

Brother Zhao didn't think it was anything. Probably because he had been with Fang Zichen for a long time, he also felt that there was no essential difference between the general and them. They both had to eat, drink, and defecate. They were all human beings, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

He went to do some business, and the good boy stayed in the general's mansion. Early in the morning, he asked Meng Ruqing to take him to the kitchen, saying that he wanted to show him his skills.

This move cost Meng Ruqing and Qin Hengxuan half their lives. They didn't even have a chance to escape from the door. Mr. Qin scolded them for being useless. Although the color of the porridge looked ugly, they drank the porridge and poured it on the table. Yes, it's really an exaggeration.

They were marching and fighting, and even ate tree roots. It was really embarrassing for him to be able to eat rice porridge like this.

Guaizi served him a bowl, and Mr. Qin praised him for being so capable despite his young age. He laughed...and then he couldn't laugh anymore.

After the doctor left, he looked at the good boy and was deeply suspicious that he was a spy from the Great Dynasty who wanted to kill him.

Fortunately, the old woman took her son to burn incense today, otherwise the Qin family would have been completely wiped out.

The good boy got along like a fish in water in the general's mansion. He looked so much like Meng Ruqing, but knowing that his father was almost 20, everyone didn't think much about it. It was really great to be able to look so similar and meet in the vast sea of ​​people. fate.

Guaizi gets up every morning and insists on exercising. Qin Hengxuan was surprised to see him running around the back garden and then starting to box.

"You started practicing martial arts at such a young age?" Ordinary people don't mention it, but the children of their family of military commanders only started practicing martial arts at the age of four, but the good boy looked at him and it didn't look like he had just learned.

Guai Zai punched loudly while saying: "Well! My father said that Guai Zai is so handsome and so handsome that he will be coveted by many people, so my father asked me to practice martial arts. Who wants to do this to Guai Zai in the future? Guaizi just kicked him over and asked him to see the Lord of Hell.

"Then who taught you these moves?"

"My father!"

Qin Hengxuan frowned slightly: "Isn't your father a scholar? Can he also do martial arts?"

"Yes, my father is both civil and military."

Qin Hengxuan believed this. He could eat the porridge cooked by the good boy without any harm. , no matter how you say it, it's amazing.

Mr. Qin knew that he had started practicing boxing at a young age, so he came over the next day and asked him to show him a set.

The good boy was beaten obediently.

Fang Zichen taught him that there were no unnecessary movements at all, and all the moves were fierce.

Mr. Qin was so shocked that he waved his hand and asked the soldiers next to him to go up and compete with Guaizi.

This soldier is the son of the deputy general. He has been training systematically for several years. Qin Hengxuan and Meng Ruqing were standing aside. After hearing this, they disagreed. Not to mention the huge gap in height and strength. No matter how powerful the boy is, he has only trained for one year. , and he is a child. The soldiers are already sixteen years old and have been practicing for several years. They are afraid that someone will attack them carelessly and hurt the good boy.

Mr. Qin's face darkened, and he scolded them not to stop them.

Xiao Bing looked at Guai Zi and felt that he had no idea what to do. He was very strong and was afraid that he would cripple the opponent accidentally. He was also afraid that the child would cry if he lost. However, after just two moves, Xiao Bing did not dare to think any more.

When the two of them were fighting together, Guaizi's attack frequency was very fast. He didn't have too flashy moves, but he punched steadily and hit the flesh. Mr. Qin raised his arms and shouted on the spot. The soldier hit him with fists, but found that the little kid was able to dodge. Soon, it seemed that he could predict the direction and speed of his punches. Xiao Bing's fists hit the air completely. He failed to touch a hair of the opponent, but the opponent punched him one after another, and then hit him again. It hurts and hurts, like a heavy blow.

Is this a child?

Even his father's beatings couldn't hurt him this much.

He has such terrifying explosive power at such a young age. Mr. Qin can even see the shadow of his own youth in him. Xiao Bing is particularly uncomfortable due to the rhythm of Guai Zai's punches. Guai Zai's fighting skills, endurance and physical fitness are far behind. For an extraordinary person, after fighting for such a long time, the soldier was out of breath, but the boy was still able to do it with ease and maintained a high frequency of output.

Qin Hengxuan looked at Guaizi carefully, suddenly smiled and said, "Good boy, just now your uncle Meiren asked the grandmother in the kitchen to stew a chicken for you."

Mr. Qin didn't know what this meant, but Meng Ruqing knew it.

Once these words came out, it would be a big deal.

"What?" Guaizi exclaimed, then jumped up, bent his calf, and pushed his knee directly into the soldier's chin. The soldier took a few steps back, and then fell down.

The good boy rushed to Qin Hengxuan, raised his head, and said anxiously: "Handsome grandpa, the good boy wants to eat chicken."

Mr. Qin: "..."

The soldier struggled for a long time, and half propped himself up with trembling hands to watch. Xiang Guaizai seemed to be looking at a vicious dog, his expression full of fear.

Mr. Qin's eyes seemed to be shining, and he grabbed the boy's shoulders and refused to let him go. He said that he was a good young man who could practice martial arts. Do you want to practice martial arts with him? He can wield a spear and a machete, which is very powerful.

The good boy was very confused and scratched his head: "Father said that I am good at doing rice, and grandpa said that I am good at practicing martial arts, so what on earth am I? Grandpa can do a lot of things, and father can do a lot. The good boy wants to go with his father."

Mr. Qin glared: "Does your father know how to use a sword in addition to boxing?"

"Yes!"

Mr. Qin was a little dissatisfied. What else? "There are many more...

The good boy blinked his big eyes and showed him the numbers on his hands: "My father can also pick up girls, talk nonsense, take advantage of others, and stand on his head to eat sex. There are many more. Let's go~"

Qin Hengxuan: "..."

Meng Ruqing: "..."

Mr. Qin: "..."

Brother Zhao came back from Ngee'an Town in the evening and saw Guaizi While he was crying, Qin Hengxuan and Meng Ruqing were surrounding him to comfort him.

The good boy rarely cried like this. Brother Zhao was startled, but when he looked up, his big round eyes suddenly became even bigger.

The boy's cheeks were flushed red, and his teeth marks were obvious on his forehead.

Fang Zichen kissed him like this last time, but the good boy didn't cry that time and was still smiling. Although the kiss was a bit stronger this time, he didn't cry like this.

Qin Hengxuan was a little embarrassed when he met Brother Zhao.

Brother Zhao pointed at the good boy and curiously asked who kissed him?

Qin Hengxuan blushed a little and said it was his father.

Brother Zhao didn't know what to say on the spot. He touched Guaizi's face and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Guaizi shook his head violently: "It doesn't hurt."

"Then why are you crying?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The good boy is being messed with by the old man. The good boy is not innocent. Without innocence, the good boy will not be able to marry a husband in the future. The good boy and Yang Zhu will become a bitter couple~ Grandpa, old bad guy, oh oh oh, daddy, the good boy thinks I want a husband."

He was crying and sobbing. He was very miserable, but the three people present were so inhumane that they all laughed.

Most of the workers in the general's mansion were veterans who had retired from the battlefield. They didn't talk much. There were only a few Qin family members, so the mansion was always very quiet. Once the good boy came, the mansion finally gained some vitality.

Fang Zichen was not here, and Guaizi missed him so much. Meng Ruqing looked like him, so Guaizi was a little clinging to him. The longer Meng Ruqing stayed with him, the more she loved him. On the day Guaizi left, he prepared boxes after boxes for him. gift.

Brother Zhao is very embarrassed.

Because there was a lot of cargo, it was inconvenient to take a passenger ship, so Brother Zhao rented a small passenger ship himself.

Before boarding the boat, the good boy kissed Meng Ruqing a few times and Qin Hengxuan a few more times before boarding the boat with tears in his eyes.

Chapter 286

The ship went along the river. It was far away in just a moment, and then disappeared. Meng Ruqing stared blankly, still not looking away.

Qin Hengxuan patted his shoulder gently: "It's windy by the river, let's go back!"

Meng Ruqing was silent for a while, and then said: "That child, I always feel very close to me, Brother Xuan, do you think... "..."

"That's enough." Qin Hengxuan said.

"Brother Xuan..."

"If people want to live in the present, we should be realistic. You and I both know what kind of place Donghuanling is. There are so many similar people in the world. He just looks like you. He only looks like you." That's all."

Meng Ruqing's eyes were a little wet: "I know, but I just can't help but think about it. I'm sorry, Brother Xuan."

Qin Hengxuan sighed: "Let's go back!"

...

After Brother Zhao left, Fang Zichen almost He was counting the days with his fingers, knowing that his husband and son were coming back today. Fang Zichen didn't go to school, so he came to the ferry very early in the morning to watch.

After not seeing each other for a few days, he couldn't eat anything. When he slept on the big big bed at night, he couldn't hear Brother Zhao's nagging and couldn't kiss the sweet boy's soft little face like a bun, so he felt uncomfortable all over. I always feel like something is missing. I have been thinking about him so much these days.

Guaizi got along well with Meng Ruqing and Qin Hengxuan. Brother Zhao knew that he would be sad if he left him, so he bought two chickens in advance just to coax him. After Guaizi finished eating the chickens, he was happy again.

Although he was reluctant to leave, he was so happy to see Fang Zichen that he would run to the deck from time to time. The next day, he got up early, got dressed, wiped his hair with water, and then He started to run up the boat, wanting to see Fang Zichen as soon as possible.

As soon as he entered the ferry, he jumped up and waved fiercely: "Father, it's father."

Hearing this, Brother Zhao came out of the cabin and saw a tall figure standing on the pier in front of him.

The good boy was not much taller than the board of the boat. He asked Brother Zhao to pick him up, and then his face flushed with joy: "Father, the good boy is here, the good boy is here~"

Fang Zichen called out from the shore: "Son. Damn it? Damn it~"

"Father~"

"Smash it~"

Many people on the passenger ship next to it looked over and smiled.

Brother Zhao felt that his face was slightly hot again.

"Smash, get out of the way, don't block the way, let me see your dad, I'm going to miss him so much~"

Brother Zhao: "..."

"Oh, this little guy is really thick-skinned. Ah..." Someone was joking next to him.

Brother Zhao was shy and ashamed, but his heart was sweet.

After the two father and son met, they were naturally sticky. You kissed me and I kissed you. They loved each other so much that they were so tired. Fang Zichen hugged the good boy and kept staring at Brother Zhao. He didn't dare to go outside. What to do, if it were left to modern times, he would definitely want to bang someone next to him and then have a passionate kiss for half an hour. Now he can only bump Brother Zhao lightly with his shoulder.

He didn't say anything, but the fiery and undisguised look in his eyes seemed to say everything, and it was all full of sarcastic words.

Brother Zhao's face was hot.

"Don't look at me like this, I'm outside! Are you ashamed?"

"Why do I look at you?" Fang Zichen smiled: "You can tell me?"

What do you mean?

Fang Zichen could even say something to him, how could you think that I am such a simple person, but you have such a dirty mind, and you still think of my eyes like that, it's so damn unfair.

Brother Zhao has suffered losses before, but he will not be fooled now.

This time I bought a lot of peppers, and I also bought some garlic, weighing tens of thousands of jins.

There were only a few people in the family, and he had to take care of the store. It would be too difficult to move it by himself, so Brother Zhao hired a few oxcarts and transported it back and forth for almost a day before he could barely finish it.

Meng Ruqing and Mrs. Qin gave the good boy mostly toys and cloth, as well as some clothes and shoes.

As soon as Fang Zichen took a look, he knew that this was a big deal. Although there was no box of gold that would impress anyone, the things inside would be resold. If you save money, you would be able to have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life.

The top piece of cloth alone is worth several hundred taels.

Items from the Jiangnan water town. I heard that it is cool to wear in summer and warm in winter. It blows like an air conditioner, but it is really comfortable to touch. It is soft, silky and bright in color. I heard that this thing is also a tribute. Ordinary people have it. Money can't buy it.

This cloth is difficult to make. Even if it is a tribute, not many are sent to the palace every year. The Qin family can give away so much at once. There must be a lot in the family. This shows that the emperor loves the Qin family.

Fang Zichen smiled so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes.

If you smash your own son, everyone will love you, flowers will bloom, and cars will have flat tires.

Make a fortune!

Brother Zhao only said that General Qin's family had another brother who looked like him, and Fang Zichen immediately remembered who it was.

His clone!

This general's family is really arrogant.

As soon as they made a move, the eldest son and young master of the Qin family were really defeated.

Fang Zichen muttered, and Brother Zhao only felt that he was taking advantage and still behaved.

You never lose your fortune, why are you smiling?

Chili peppers cannot be kept for a long time after being picked. Brother Zhao invited a few women and husbands to come to the house to help with the work. He was not afraid that others would learn from him. He just chopped chili peppers and garlic, how to boil them, and how to add ingredients. He and Li Yanmei did all this in person, and outsiders couldn't learn it even if they wanted to.

Busy and busy, the end of the year is coming in a blink of an eye. The college has to take the annual exam. After marking the papers, it has to be re-scheduled. Fang Zichen is not afraid of being dismissed, but he is still very energetic - Mr. Wu said that in normal annual exams , there will be prizes for the top three!

Fang Zichen was in high spirits, as if he was looking for someone to inquire about. The prize was not very popular with him. They were just books and the Four Treasures of the Study, and they were not worth money. But 'mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are.' Don't give it up for free.

Fang Zichen could do nothing with just a few minutes of concentration, but once he concentrated, it would be terrifying.

After passing the annual exam, as expected, he came first again.

If some people in Class A and Class B were still dissatisfied with him before, everyone was convinced when Mr. Wu posted his "strategy" on the college bulletin board.

Not to mention the words is already a big step away from them. Even the arguments and arguments are comprehensive and novel enough.

Although it is new, it doesn't look like rhetoric, it is written very much like that.

Fang Zichen received his award and wanted to leave. Master Tang caught him, praised him for a while, and taught him a lesson, telling him not to be proud and to keep working hard. Fang Zichen nodded so hard that his neck almost broke. Master Tang let him go without hesitation. Fang Zichen smashed his son on his back and turned around to see Mr. Wu coming from a distance. There was a wolf in front of him and a tiger in the back. He didn't dare to delay, so he immediately stepped on the accelerator and ran away.

The New Year is approaching, Brother Zhao is no longer doing business, and is going out to stock up on goods for the New Year. The Liu family thought about it and decided to go back to the village to spend the New Year. Although they have no relatives or friends in the village, they used to live with several neighbors. Well, in the city, the New Year's spirit is always not as good as in the village. Some shops have also closed their doors to rebel against the countryside. The locals also close their doors and celebrate the New Year by themselves. They only start visiting relatives after the second day of the Lunar New Year.

Brother Zhao doesn't plan to go back. The shop is open on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year. There are only a few days before the New Year's Day. If he runs back and forth, he will be delayed for two days. And for him, as long as Fang Zichen and Guai Zai are there, they can go anywhere. It's Chinese New Year.

Brother Zhao is not stingy. The business in the store is good and the salary he offers to the Liu family is also high. In just half a year, the Liu family has made dozens of taels. The family is riding back on the bullock cart, all very happy.

On the day they left, Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao went to see them off. As they watched the oxcart drive away, Fang Zichen frowned a little. Brother Zhao asked him what was wrong, and he only said that Liu Xiaoli's state didn't seem right. She seemed a little panicked and a little scared. Although she tried her best to hide her appearance, there was fear in her eyes.

She forced a smile and gave some instructions to Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao.

Liu Xiaoli has been very good to Zhao Geer and Fang Zichen in the past few months. She is like an amiable sister. She comes to the shop early every morning to work. When Fang Zichen wants to go to the academy, she will always send him to the door and say that he will bring it with him. I paid more attention to the child on the way, and when he was free, he knew that Brother Zhao wanted to learn needlework, so he took the initiative to teach him.

Liu Xiaoli is no more than ten years older than them, but she treats them like sons, with every possible care.

On the eve of New Year's Eve, Brother Zhao and Li Yanmei cooked a table of dishes. The food was delicious and delicious. Just looking at it can make people want to eat. Since the afternoon, the boy has been in the kitchen unable to move.

They slipped away, but Xiaofeng and Jiaojiao were still there. Fang Zichen gave Guaizi a holiday during the New Year and stopped teaching him how to read. Guaizi remembered the cannon he played with last year and begged Fang Zichen to make it for him again.

After all, Yuanzhou is no better than the village. When he brought these things out before, everyone had never seen them. They just thought he brought them back from Yuanzhou. Now in Yuanzhou, he would never dare to mess with those cannon barrels and fireworks. Fang Zichen made some cannon-throwing and cannon-scratching games. After improvement, the sound was not loud. Although there were not as many tricks as last year, it still made the three children so happy that they played in the street all day long.

At the end of November, Li Yisheng and Xie Xiaoyu got married. Fang Zichen personally took care of it and drew a wedding photo for them, but didn't send anything else. He was afraid that Li Yisheng would say he was stingy, so Fang Zichen opened his eyes and told lies. It is said that this painting was painted with great painstaking efforts and took him more than half a year.

The portrait is lifelike, including the hair, eyelashes, and the small wrinkles on the knuckles.

Li Yisheng had never seen this kind of painting. It looked like it was alive. Fang Zichen said this, and he thought it was really difficult to paint. He was moved to tears on the spot, sobbed that he didn't want to enter the bridal chamber.

Although we have only known each other for a short time, it is really hard for brothers to do this.

Brother Zhao felt extremely guilty on the sidelines.

On the second day of the new year, Li Yisheng and Xie Xiaoyu came over, had a meal, and then found out that they were going to Beijing.

Fang Zichen was a little surprised.

Li Yisheng's face was a little red. He didn't learn his medical skills from his classmates, but from an old man.

The old man opened a medical clinic in the capital, and he had written before asking Li Yisheng to go there, but his parents were not traveling far away, and he couldn't let go of Xie Xiaoyu at that time, so he didn't agree.

The business of the medical clinic opened in Yuanzhou was already struggling, but now Father Xie came to make a fuss, and now it was even more miserable. Father Li felt bad because of what happened to Father Xie earlier. After the old man wrote again, he persuaded him to Li Yisheng passed by.

Li Yisheng only learned 60% from the old man. If he studied well, even if he didn't become an official, he would be better than what he is doing now.

Many skills are not overwhelming, but just one skill is enough to stand out from the crowd, and he will not be looked down upon by others.

Fang Zichen glanced sideways at Li Yisheng, and he knew that this man was just bragging at the beginning. His medical skills were good, but compared to Bian Que, this bragging was really a big deal.

Fang Zichen considered himself thick-skinned, but he never dared to brag like that.

Li Yisheng was embarrassed by him and lowered his eyes, not daring to look at him. He looked like he had his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep on the table.

Knowing that the man was leaving, Fang Zichen did not harm him again.

Li Yisheng had to leave in his third year of junior high school. Xie Xiaoyu hugged Brother Zhao and cried non-stop, saying he was reluctant to leave.

After Xie Xiaoyu, Brother Zhao and Brother Zhou went shopping, it was amazing. They didn't seem to know each other well before going out. After they came back, they became good best friends who talked about everything. They knew that they went shopping. When we walked out on the street, those who didn't know clearly thought that they had gone to Taoyuan to become sworn brothers, and then went to Syria, sharing life and death, and their love was stronger than ever.

Brother Zhao comforted him for a while and said that he would prepare some snacks for him to eat on the way. Xie Xiaoyu stopped crying.

Brother Zhao looked at him and put away his tears again. Like a good boy, he felt it was funny.

Xie Xiaoyu couldn't bear to leave him, it was the food he cooked that made him real.

The next day, Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen went to see each other off at the city gate. They didn't have much sorrow about separation. Anyway, they would meet again in a few months.

Li Yisheng patted Fang Zichen on the shoulder: "Brother, I'll wait for you in the capital."

Chapter 287

"Well!" Li Yisheng looked at him as if he were a betrayed man, his eyes were a little red, and he was about to cry. Fang Zichen shivered when he looked at him, and said: "Get out of here!"

Xie Xiaoyu hugged Brother Zhao again. She was crying, after hugging Brother Zhao, and then hugging Guaizi and Xiaofeng. The miserable sound made even a widow crying at her grave could not produce such an effect.

When the door opened on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Brother Zhou told him before going back that he would be back on the third day of the Lunar New Year. After all, before the New Year was out, Brother Zhao wanted to buy some fish and meat and make some dishes for everyone to have a meal together in the evening.

Fang Zichen hugged the boy and walked with him. Brother Zhao held Xiaofeng and walked in front. Occasionally he would stop in front of a stall and turn around to ask Fang Zichen. There was a discussion. Watching from a distance, a family of four, when It's warm.

After buying the things and going back, Brother Zhao got busy in the kitchen, with his two children also helping out. However, in the afternoon, the Liu family did not come. It was not until the evening that someone knocked on the door outside.

It was a young man whom I had never met before, and he said he was here to help the Liu family.

Liu Xiaoli is dead.

Brother Zhou and the others can't come over for the time being.

This news was too sudden. After all, the Liu family had only been back for a few days, and although Liu Xiaoli was thin, she did not suffer from any illness. Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao were both a little startled by this sudden situation.

After being together for several months, you can develop feelings for even a dog, let alone a human being.

Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao packed their things and rushed back early the next morning.

Without Guai Zai and Xiao Feng, there were few people out to solicit customers on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year. Fang Zichen rented a horse, asked Brother Zhao to sit in front of him, and hurried to the village, arriving at noon.

White sails have been hung outside Liu's house. The incident happened suddenly. The coffin has not yet been delivered, and Liu Xiaoli's body is now placed in the house.

The village was very particular about not allowing the dead to sleep on the bed, so there was a bamboo mat spread on the ground, and Liu Xiaoli's body was only covered with a white cloth. She was already thin, but now she only had a small bulge, which was very shabby.

Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou were kneeling next to them crying, and many people came to the courtyard outside.

Brother Zhao opened the white cloth and took one look, and his nose instantly felt sore.

I've only been away for a few days. How can a good person be gone just like that?

On the day Liu Xiaoli came back, she told him that she would teach him embroidery when she got back. But why did this happen?

Without the slightest sign, people are gone!

When Brother Zhao came, Liu Xiaowen handed him the newly bought clothes in the morning and asked him and Brother Zhou to wipe Liu Xiaoli's body.

Elders cannot do this, and it is also inconvenient for Liu Xiaowen.

Brother Zhao did not refuse, he brought water and worked in the house with Brother Zhou.

Fang Zichen also felt a little heavy.

When I first came here last year, He Daleng's father passed away. Fang Zichen went over to cry in mourning. He didn't feel anything about the coffin because he had never met He Daleng's father before and had no feelings for him. But Liu Xiaoli was different.

I used to think that death was a distant, indifferent and indifferent thing, but when it happens to people around me, it feels so uncomfortable, like someone clutching the heart tightly, and every call is painful.

Liu Xiaowen's eyes were wet, and he walked towards Fang Zichen. They sat on a bench. Liu Xiaowen held his head in his hands, his body was shaking, and he was choking on his voice.

Liu Xiaoli just fished it out of the river this morning. Yesterday she went to Daleng's house in the river and said she wanted to buy two old hens.

The good boy likes to eat chickens, but few people in the city sell old hens, and even if they do, they have only been raised for two or three years.

He Da Leng's family raises many hens, which are specially raised to lay eggs for sale. The hens at home have been raised for a long time, some are even five or six years old.

This kind of chicken is old and difficult to chew, but it has a rich flavor after being stewed until tender.

Liu Xiaoli had been out for a long time, and it was the middle of the year. Aunt Liu and the others didn't think much about it, they just thought she was staying at the He family to chat with others. However, when Liu Xiaoli came back, her face was as white as paper, and she looked like she had cried, but Liu Xiaoli The aunt asked, and she said it was okay. Later, she stayed in the house all afternoon and cooked another meal in the evening. She was unusually talkative at the dinner table, telling Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu to take care of themselves, and asked Liu Xiaowen to be filial to her parents. You also need to treat Brother Zhou well. It was not easy for him to be a brother during those years without you. Later, he touched Liu Liu's head and asked him to study hard.

Liu Xiaowen asked him what was going on? When Liu Xiaoli said something like this suddenly, she smiled and said that she just wanted to say it. If anything could happen, it would be the Chinese New Year, so she just wanted to say more.

Aunt Liu saw that something was wrong with her, but she saw no unusual behavior after the meal. She went to the courtyard to collect her clothes. When she saw her, she asked her if her things were packed. She was going back tomorrow and did she need help.

Aunt Liu felt that she might have been overthinking it. Liu Xiaoli could only think about separation if she could not think about it. But if she really couldn't think about it, she should not be able to think about it at that moment. Why bother waiting until today.

Aunt Liu thought like this and returned to her room.

The next morning, because they had to rush on their way, Brother Zhou and Liu Xiaowen got up early, steamed a pot of steamed buns, and moved everything to the courtyard. However, they saw that there was no movement in Liu Xiaoli's room. Brother Zhou was afraid that someone would oversleep. He knocked on the door, but no one answered after knocking for a long time, and no one answered when he called. Just as Liu Xiaowen was about to break in, someone shouted from the yard outside, saying, Xiaowen, something happened, your sister drowned in the river.

By the time the Liu family rushed over, Liu Xiaoli had already been fished out of the river.

After being soaked overnight in the twelfth lunar month of winter, the corpse spots had not formed, but the body had swelled and the skin was white and wrinkled.

Liu Xiaowen burst into tears when he said this. He didn't understand why Liu Xiaoli was like this, and he blamed himself deeply for why he couldn't find anything strange about Liu Xiaoli. If he had found out, he would keep an eye on people, and people wouldn't be like this.

Fang Zichen remained silent.

I can't blame anyone for this kind of thing.

Aunt Liu's more sorrowful cries came from the room, and something seemed wrong. Fang Zichen came to the door, and Brother Zhao came out wiping his tears.

The crying in the room and the body still lying on the ground were depressing just by looking at it, so heavy that it was almost suffocating. Fang Zichen didn't dare to look. He held Brother Zhao aside and asked him softly, "What's wrong?"

Brother Zhao said in a trembling voice, "Sister Xiaoli, she has pregnancy marks on her belly."

Stretch marks?

Stretch marks?

Fang Zichen was a little stunned when he realized it: "Don't Sister Xiaoli have no children?"

Liu Xiaoli heard that she couldn't have children, so she was divorced by the Jiang family. Since she couldn't have children, how could she have stretch marks?

Brother Zhao shook his head: "I don't know, but..."

Suddenly there was a commotion outside.

"Let me go, that bastard must have said something to my sister, and my sister can't get over it. I'm going to ask him, let me go."

It was Liu Xiaowen's voice.

Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen hurried to the courtyard. There was a commotion outside, and several people were holding Liu Xiaowen up and trying to persuade him.

"Don't be impulsive. You are in the past now. So what can you do if you ask questions? Family matters are important now."

The coffin has not come. Several masters around them have to choose who they want to find and the date. These things have not yet been decided. , the Liu family needs to make a decision, there are a lot of big things going on, what can happen if we make trouble in the past?

Fang Zichen's eyes fell on Liu Lezi.

Liu Lezi shrank. After more than a year, Fang Zichen beat him so hard that he couldn't get out of bed for half a month, and the shadow still hung over him.

What Fang Zichen said is right. Once such a person is frightened by being beaten, he will truly be at peace.

At least since then, Fang Zichen has not heard of him blocking the road and teasing anyone again.

In the past, Liu Leizi was afraid of him. He would not dare to come close to the place where Fang Zichen appeared within a radius of ten miles. Today, he suddenly came to the door...

Liu Lezi moved his steps and wanted to go outside. As soon as he reached the door, Fang Zichen felt cold and whooshing. The sound came from above.

"Hey! Are you leaving now?"

Liu Lezi froze, and his whole figure seemed to be frozen.

Fang Zichen's voice came again: "I thought you wanted to come to me to talk about life and ideals."

Liu Lezi: "..."

Fang Zichen said this last time, and then punished him severely, After almost making him incontinent, Liu Lezi turned his head and smiled fawningly.

"Fang Xiucai, I, I have no ideals, I want to go back."

Brother Zhao also came over.

Liu Lezi is a lazy guy. Although he and the Liu family are both surnamed Liu, they are not related at all. In the past, when people in the village did this kind of thing, Liu Lezi would not come to help because he thought it was unlucky. Now he has changed his gender?

He looked at Liu Xiaowen who was still being pressed and asked Liu Lezi.

"What are you doing here?"

Liu Lezi hesitated.

He didn't do anything, but yesterday he was wandering in the village and met the Jiang family member. When he saw him pulling Liu Xiaoli towards the path, Liu Laizi followed him.

Jiang Zhizhuang asked Liu Xiaoli if she had got the prescription. Liu Xiaoli didn't say anything, so Jiang Zhizhuang threatened her, saying that if you don't steal the prescription, I will spread all your bad things, and then your Liu family will be embarrassed.

Liu Xiaoli seemed to be frightened. She hugged his legs and begged Jiang Zhizhuang to let him go, saying that she could not do such an unscrupulous thing.

Liu Lezi hid behind a tree, listening to what was going on in the prescription and what nonsense. Jiang Zhizhuang did not agree, and only said that he wanted the prescription.

After Jiang Zhizhuang left, Liu Xiaoli knelt on the ground and cried for a long time.

Today I heard that Liu Xiaoli jumped into the river. Liu Lezi wondered if it was related to this matter, so he thought of coming over to talk. Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, Liu Xiaowen had already started shouting. Jiang Zhizhuang was doing business in the town, so he knew more about it. Man, Liu Lezi was afraid of causing trouble, so he didn't dare to say anything anymore.

"I, that's all I know, Fang Xiucai, I'm still busy at home! Can I go back first!"

Fang Zichen waved his hand, and Liu Lezi ran away.

"Husband," Brother Zhao's nose was still red. He was not stupid. Although Liu Laizi could not explain clearly, when he was in Yuanzhou before, he had seen Jiang Zhizhuang come to Liu Xiaoli: "Does Jiang Zhizhuang want Miss Xiaoli to do it?" Stealing our recipe?"

"Probably." Fang Zichen's voice was a little hoarse: "Let me go find someone to check!" " Is

what you said true?

She was startled. She didn't know when Aunt Liu came, and she didn't know how much she had heard. She looked very wrong.

"Boy Fang," she said, "Auntie, please help me check it out!"

She had too many doubts.

Why is Liu Xiaoli suddenly like this?

She was obviously pregnant, but why she kept it secret from her family.

Did she really...want to steal the prescription?

Why is she doing this.

Nowadays, the family is very busy, and even if they are very busy, it would be difficult for them to know these things by themselves.

She could only ask Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen went to the gambling house boss again. He knew all the people from all walks of life in this town.

Liu Xiaoli's case is not difficult to find out.

When she was young, Liu Xiaoli was also delicate and beautiful. Jiang Zhizhuang had loved her for a while. The Jiang family's conditions in Xiaorong Village were pretty good. People in this village were very courageous. When they saw the Wu family doing business in the town, they even bought a house. The Jiang family followed suit.

They were in the wonton business. At first they just set up a small stall on the roadside. Liu Xiaoli was skillful, did detailed work, and her craftsmanship was pretty good. There were quite a lot of customers in the small stall. After more than half a year, the Jiang family started selling wontons. I bought two acres of land and rented a small shop in the town.

Business is always difficult.

If you can't do it, you'll lose all your money.

If you do it well, without any background, you will be squeezed and robbed.

There are so many restaurants like this in the town, and I don't know who is jealous. The Jiang family's shop began to be smashed by gangsters one after another, and they lost a lot of money.

Their shop was located on South Street. Jiang Zhizhuang heard that the boss of the land here was a good-looking man. He was reluctant to spend a lot of money to please him, so he asked someone to set up a line and offer Liu Xiaoli to him.

Liu Xiaoli was reluctant at first, but Jiang Zhizhuang repeatedly coaxed her, begging her to think about the family, and saying that he didn't mind. Mrs. Jiang lectured her again, saying that when you marry, you must obey your husband, let alone sleeping with someone else, even if it is If I ask you to die, you must go, otherwise I will divorce you.

Liu Xiaoli didn't dare to disobey, so she obeyed.

The author has something to say:

Well, the little Kanais may be wondering again, why write Liu Xiaoli? This is a turning point in the male protagonist's thinking! To pave the way for what will be done later in the jurisdiction!

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Liu Xiaoli agreed. With Boss Huang as his backer, no one from the Jiang family would dare to come to make trouble again.

Jiang Zhizhuang said it was good at first, but things gradually changed later. After Liu Xiaoli became pregnant, he forced Liu Xiaoli to drink the abortion pill, saying that she was unclean and that the child in her belly did not know whose seed it was. Liu Xiaoli had just conceived it. She didn't have any symptoms at the time, and the store was busy, so she didn't pay much attention. When she found out, her belly was already more than three months old.

After this experience, she did not dare to mention it to Jiang Zhizhuang when she became pregnant again. However, her belly was too big to be filled, and she was given medicine again. The six-month-old baby was also lost, and the stretch marks were left this time. of.

Continuously, Liu Xiaoli's body also collapsed. Coupled with overwork and old age, Jiang Zhizhuang gradually became more and more dissatisfied with her. Liu Xiaoli also felt that she was dirty and terrible, and was afraid that her family would know about her affairs, so she did not Dare to contact her family, Brother Zhao opened a shop on West Street and came to see her, but Liu Xiaoli avoided seeing her, so Brother Zhao stopped looking for her.

Later, the year before last, Jiang Zhizhuang married a young man and hired a waiter in the store. It was not impossible without Liu Xiaoli. Jiang Zhizhuang often felt uncomfortable when he saw Liu Xiaoli. Liu Xiaoli seemed to remind him that he was once an incompetent loser who sold his wife for glory. .

Jiang Zhizhuang finally divorced her. Later, Liu Xiaoli went to Yuanzhou. Jiang Zhizhuang heard that she was helping Zhao Geer's shop, and thinking about the hot sauce that was very popular in the town, he got his idea and ran to Yuanzhou to find her and let her think about it. Find a way to steal the recipe and give it to him.

Liu Xiaoli is an honest and kind-hearted person. If she is willing to do such a thing, Jiang Zhizhuang will threaten her, even if she doesn't do it! At that time, I will tell you about sleeping with Boss Huang to see if the Liu family is embarrassed. I heard that your nephew is studying in the academy! Tell me, if word of this about you gets out, will the academy still want him with such an aunt?

Liu Xiaoli felt cold and at a loss, she was completely caught.

She didn't dare to steal, and she didn't want to steal. Jiang Zhizhuang kept urging her, and Liu Xiaoli was trembling with fear every day.

When the Chinese New Year was approaching, she told Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu that she wanted to go home to spend the holidays. Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu also missed home, so she agreed.

Jiang Zhizhuang, who was in the third grade of junior high school, just didn't come over, and Liu Xiaoli didn't want to live anymore.

After she died, Jiang Zhizhuang would naturally not dare to make such crooked ideas. Moreover, if this matter really spread, it would not be good for the Jiang family.

If you die, it's over. You don't have to be threatened anymore, and you don't have to walk on thin ice anymore.

That's the whole thing.

As soon as Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu heard Fang Zichen's retelling, several more knives seemed to have been inserted into his already bleeding heart.

My daughter has been living like this over the years.

However, they didn't know anything. They still thought that their family was poor, so they came to the house a lot. They were afraid of the Jiang family's disapproval and the right and wrong of humanity. Liu Xiaoli didn't see them and didn't come back during the New Year. They only thought that their daughter had changed, but after that. As long as it's good.

But...how have we been living well these past few years?

The Liu family became more and more grieved, and Brother Zhao felt uncomfortable. Fang Zichen thought of the thin man, who was submissive and nervous when he first met at the city gate. He also thought about how every time he went to school, Liu Xiaoli would send him to the door, verbose, Like an old lady, she told him to be careful on the road and watched him from a distance.

Fang Zichen had two brothers above him, one was cold and arrogant, and the other was careless and careless. Liu Xiaoli gave him a very different feeling, like a caring, gentle sister.

Such a person has lived a hard and kind life and has never done anything bad. He really does not deserve to suffer such a crime.

Fang Zichen's heart shrank with discomfort.

The Liu family all wanted to fight against the Jiang family, but Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen stopped them.

Fang Zichen wanted to report to the official, but he was confused after all. When he arrived at the Yamen, he met Lao Wang first before playing the drums. Lao Wang noticed that he looked wrong and took him to the teahouse. After learning about Liu Xiaoli, Lao Wang sighed. There is no point in reporting this matter to the official. If the matter is reported to the official, the Liu family will only be further humiliated, and the Jiang family will only lose some face at most.

yes.

Liu Xiaoli committed suicide. Jiang Zhizhuang did not mention the knife, so he was not guilty. What happened before was just that he coaxed Liu Xiaoli to do it. Even if it was a threat, could Jiang Zhizhuang be sentenced to death? Can one life pay for a life?

In modern times with sound laws, people can't be sentenced to death for intimidation, let alone an era where people are like straw and lives are as thin as paper.

When you get married, obey your husband. This is the 'rule'. If you disobey and get beaten, what happens?

I can only say that I deserve it.

I can only say that life is miserable.

Liu Xiaoli did not resist. What she had accepted and seen since she was a child was the idea of ​​"marrying and obeying your husband".

Drops of water can still penetrate rocks and people, and can also be eroded and assimilated.

Liu Xiaoli was just following her husband in sleeping with others, so why was Jiang Zhizhuang guilty?

Why was Jiang Zhizhuang guilty of divorcing his wife and marrying another?

Despite threats and threats, Jiang Zhizhuang could only receive some prison time at most, but he still couldn't exchange one life for another.

Moreover, the only witness was Liu Leizi. Liu Leizi's hearing was not sound and his character was not good. Jiang Zhizhuang denied it and there was no physical evidence, so the matter was over.

If this matter comes out, people who don't know what's going on will probably criticize Liu Xiaoli for not being responsible.

In this era where men are superior to women, it seems that as soon as women are born, they are put in a frame. They are bound inside. They cannot see the ground below, and cannot see the light when they look up. Every rule taught to them is a warning. When they get married, they must obey their husbands and be filial to their parents-in-law. They must regard their husbands as their heaven and their children as their trust. Once they disobey, the shackles around their necks can instantly crush them, and the rumors outside can also make them never buried. .

Lao Wang advised him, forget it, you are marrying someone who is not a human being, just accept your bad luck! She didn't say anything about this, presumably because she felt it was disgraceful, and she just didn't want people to know about it, so now let's respect her wishes and save her some dignity! Reporting to the official is useless.

The anger, sadness and unwillingness in Fang Zichen's heart were almost exhausted.

If the world was fair, if the law was sound, and if women were strong, how could Jiang Zhizhuang regard Liu Xiaoli as a human being at all, how could he dare to treat her like this without restraint?

He suddenly remembered the humiliation that Brother Zhao suffered in the Kong family private school. Fang Zichen still remembered clearly the grievance and embarrassment he felt at that time.

How are women inferior to men?

Why do you have to be treated like this?

He was a little confused along the way.

The purpose of participating in the imperial examination was not to serve in the military service. Later, it was to let my son eat chicken and become a second-generation official. Now he is working so hard to understand the Yuan's monthly salary of six taels of silver.

When a man lives his life, he should serve his family, his people, and his country. When did his vision become so shallow?

He is a promising young man with ideals and ambitions!

It is difficult to break the social system, but as with all things in this world, where there is a will, there is a way.

If he reaches the position where one person is above ten thousand people, all principles and systems can only give way to him in the face of real strength.

Fang Zichen felt that his ideological consciousness had been sublimated, and it was time to enter the Western World and convert to Buddhism.

Brother Zhao knew this result, his eyes were cold and his heart was frozen.

But this can't be the end of the matter.

Fang Zichen would eat anything but not suffer a loss.

After talking to the Liu family, Fang Zichen asked the boss of the casino to send people to destroy the Jiang family's shop.

Jiang Zhizhuang went to seek help from Boss Huang, but unexpectedly, Boss Huang had been beaten and disabled.

The other party was from a gambling den. Jiang Zhizhuang didn't know how he got into trouble with such a person. The shop was smashed to pieces, and one of his legs was broken when he stepped forward to stop him. The people from the gambling den said, "Go wherever you come from." If you meet them in the town in the future, beat them every time you see them.

The Jiang family could only close the shop and return

the wealth that Liu Xiaoli had worked hard for in despair. Even if it was given to a dog, the Jiang family was not worthy of it.

After Liu Xiaoli was buried, Fang Zichen took Brother Zhao back to Yuanzhou first.

The Liu family will not come until seven days later.

Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao have been away for several days. The good boy couldn't sleep for several nights. He has never left Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao. If Fang Zichen is not here, Brother Zhao will accompany him. If Brother Zhao is not here, he will stay with him. With Fang Zichen, there has never been a time like this when both of them were absent at the same time.

The good boy thought so hard that he shed tears secretly on the first night. He had no appetite for food and could barely eat two bowls in one meal. He was so hungry that he was shaking when he walked. Xiaofeng coaxed him and he lay on the bed, holding Xiaofeng's hand. He held up his hand, as if he was preparing to explain the funeral arrangements, saying that he might not be able to survive, and would die young, and that he wanted to celebrate his father and mother.

The next day he went to get Li Yanmei and asked Li Yanmei to take him back to Xiaohe Village. Brother Zhao asked someone to tell him in advance. Li Yanmei told him that your father and father had something to do and you had to be obedient. The good boy stopped making trouble now. After helping Li Yanmei kill ducks every day, he would sit on the door rail and look eagerly at the street.

When Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao came back, they saw that the boy looked like an African refugee. He had lost a lot of weight in just a few days. He was already smaller. Now if he had more hair, he would be no different from a monkey.

"Daddy~" the good boy shouted with tears in his eyes.

This made Brother Zhao very distressed.

The Liu family was away, so the store was very busy. Normally, Fang Zichen would have to stay at home to help. At this moment, he just told Brother Zhao to sell roast duck and hot sauce first. If he can't do anything else, he would stop. Don't be exhausted. body.

He didn't stop helping at home, but took his son and rushed into the academy's "reading library". His diligence scared Mr. Wu to death.

When the Liu family came back, Brother Zhao finally took a breath.

This person has passed away, but the living people continue to work hard.

Except that Liu Xiaoli didn't come back, everything seemed to be back on track. Brother Zhao was still busy with the business in the store, and then delivered meals to Fang Zichen and Guaizi at noon.

Busy, day after day, almost in the blink of an eye, winter passes and autumn comes again.

The August Provincial Examination is finally here.

Fang Zichen had been preparing for this day for more than half a year. Everything was ready and all he needed was Dongfeng. He didn't feel nervous at all. However, Brother Zhao and the Liu family were more nervous than him as an exam candidate. Liu Xiaowen had even fallen asleep a few days ago. It's gone, and the dark circles under my eyes are almost to my knees.

Brother Zhao sent Fang Zichen outside the Gongyuan, sweating like rain, and Fang Zichen laughed at him.

Brother Zhao glared at him fiercely and turned away.

He couldn't say anything about taking the exam well. He said that he was afraid that Fang Zichen would be under pressure. He had already said everything he needed to explain.

The rural examination is quite strict, and it is nothing compared to the college examination.

After all, Fang Zichen had experience. After a provincial examination, other students almost died half of their lives. But Fang Zichen looked confident when he entered Gongyuan, and when he came out, he was still majestic and high-spirited.

In this provincial examination, many people are paying attention to him.

Some people are waiting to see his jokes.

Some just think that he can bring glory to his hometown.

Brother Zhao saw him coming out of the Gongyuan with his waist pressed against his chest. No need to ask, he must have done well in the exam. If not, his husband would have covered his face, hunched over, and touched the corner of the wall when he came out. Dare to do this.

I have to say that Brother Zhao understands him.

Within two days, Brother Zhou saw him starting to pack his things, and he was still curious.

Brother Zhao only said that after the provincial examination, they have to prepare to go to Beijing to participate in the conference examination. They will have to leave in a few days.

Brother Zhou didn't know what to say, but he felt that Brother Zhao was really confident about Fang Zichen.

However, on the day when the results were released, Brother Zhou gave Brother Zhao a thumbs up as soon as he came back.

"You still have foresight."

Although he had expected it, Brother Zhao couldn't help but asked: "First place?"

"Yeah!" Brother Zhou said happily: "You don't even know, those who look at the list , seeing that the first place was yours, I was so excited that my eyes were red..."

The sound of gongs was heard outside, and the official messenger who announced the good news had arrived.

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"Is this where Fang Jieyuan's family is?"

Brother Zhao's heart was pounding and he hurriedly greeted him: "Yes, yes, yes."

The official bowed to him: "Congratulations, Mr. Fang..."

The official said After a while of auspicious words, Fang Zichen lived up to expectations and won the first place in the provincial examination. It must be said that it was once again surprising.

This kind of talent will definitely be extraordinary in the future, and Guan Chai is naturally trying to please him.

Brother Zhao was so happy that he stuffed a few red envelopes into them. When he weighed them, he immediately beamed with joy.

The day after the announcement of the results, the prefect held a banquet. At this time, a group of officials began to match the daughter-in-law of the family. Fang Zichen was very self-aware of himself, so he went with the good boy on his back.

Sure enough, when they saw him bringing his son, some people were thoughtful and didn't mention it again, and some were unwilling to give up. They said a few polite words and wanted to introduce the children at home. However, every time at this juncture, the good boy spoke. .

"Father, my dear boy wants to pee."

"Father, my dear boy wants to pee."

"Father, my dear boy wants you to feed me Western food."

"Father..."

The officials looked at the dear boy and said, I wanted to hit him, this kid was so damn troublesome, but when I looked over, the kid smiled sweetly at them again, and he didn't know how to express his anger at that moment.

In the evening, Fang Zichen asked someone to send the good boy back first. Brother Zhao asked where is your father?

The good boy smiled and said: "Father said that if someone wants to give a gift, he will come back when no one gives him a gift." Brother

Zhao: "Send a gift?"

If you want to curry favor with him, of course you have to give him gifts! Now you can make a fortune~"

Brother Zhao also laughed and patted the good boy: "Then you go to the kitchen and take out the sack. We will pick you up later. Father, otherwise he can't carry it."

"Okay~"

Brother Zhao underestimated Fang Zichen after all. He couldn't carry three hundred kilograms of soil, but if it was exchanged for silver, he could carry it without any ambiguity. The tone can be lifted up.

After the banquet, Fang Zichen took Brother Zhao to Beijing.

Brother Zhao didn't take Lin Xiaoxia and Uncle Liu's family with them, so they were allowed to operate in Yuanzhou first. The land of imperial power in the capital was overcrowded. It was probably more difficult for them to rent a house or do business. He wanted to settle down first, and then Let them pass.

Brother Zhao handed over the method of making ice and the recipe of marinade to Lin Xiaoxia and his wife.

With them in Yuanzhou, the shop will be managed, and there will be no worries about money.

Brother Zhao didn't pack too many things. He was in a hurry this time and couldn't rest much along the way. Among the boxes of gifts sent by the Qin family, Brother Zhao only picked out a few pieces of cloth and took them with him. The rest was planned for later. Let Lin Xiaoxia take him there.

From Yuanzhou to the capital, if we don't take the waterway and go all the way by horse-drawn carriage, it will take more than three months, almost four months.

It only takes about two months to transfer to Huaiyuan by water.

Daxia is a vast area, spanning almost the entire Daxia from south to north. Some towns are close to each other. You can find an inn to stay in the city at night. If you are far away, you sometimes have to stay outside. The carriage is narrow and it is difficult for Fangzi to sleep in the morning. It's high. When I wake up, I feel numb and painful here. This is not the most important thing. Motion sickness is even more fatal. I vomit whatever I eat. I suffer all the way. Tang Monk has eighty-one difficulties in learning the scriptures, but in total, it is probably nothing. He is so hard.

Brother Zhao saw him slumped in the car, his face pale and weak, and he was afraid and worried, always afraid that he would get cold on the road.

At the end of October, when they finally arrived in Hengzhen, Fang Zichen, together with two merchants, hired twelve people from the First Escort Bureau to escort them to Huaizhou.

He was the most stingy. Brother Zhao was still stunned by the sudden change. After asking, he realized that the road from Hengzhen to Huaizhou was not very peaceful.

Brother Zhao didn't know the route or the situation in various places. The route was planned by Fang Zichen.

With Fang Zichen here, he didn't have to worry about anything.

Fang Zichen was very talkative, and he followed the two merchants into a good conversation. However, after seeing the sweet boy running behind the carriage dripping with sweat the next day, the two merchants stopped paying attention to Fang Zichen.

This is what a man looks like with a beast's heart.

The other party's attitude suddenly changed, looking at him as if he were a beast in disguise. While Fang Zichen was puzzled, he also stopped looking at them.

On the way this time, we encountered two robberies, but there were only a few people on the other side. We had a fight with the people from the escort agency. They struck the sword twice, and the other side shouted, "That's a tough idea, brothers, retreat." ' Then he ran into the woods again.

As if playing.

When they arrived in Huaizhou, Fang Zichen was carrying large and small bags and a bundle in his mouth. Brother Zhao followed behind with his two children. The four of them were all tired of life.

There were not many people on the boat. A man dressed as a wealthy businessman looked at Fang Zichen in surprise.

This man was so popular and majestic that he must have a gold mine at home. He had the wrench on his hand. Fang Zichen felt like he was going blind after just one glance.

When gold is placed under the sun, the reflected light is not so dazzling.

This man dresses like this when he goes out, is he afraid that people will not know that he is rich?

Or are you deliberately showing off your wealth to attract hatred?

His face was full of surprise, and Fang Zichen didn't find it strange either. People often looked at him like this on the street.

Brother Zhao only wanted a large cabin. He was worried about Xiaofeng sleeping alone when he was away from home.

The Huaizhou waterway leads directly to the capital, and Fang Zichen never gets seasick. He takes Brother Zhao and his two children for a walk on the boat every day, with his hands behind his back, as if he is inspecting his property.

The fifteenth day passed by on the road. Although it is already over October, the moon is still full.

Fang Zichen was very poetic and immediately came up with the sentence "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is probably frost on the ground." Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.

The good boy raised his head and gently tugged at his clothes.

"Father, what does Simo mean by this?"

Fang Zichen said: "Beside my bed, there is a girl named Mingyue who has stripped naked. Her skin is as white and tender as the white frost on the ground. She raised her head and looked at the naked Mingyue. Girl, I lowered my head and couldn't help but think of my wife who was far away in my hometown. This poem reflects the contradictions of a normal man who is working alone as an official and looking for flowers and willows. "

Guaizi frowned: "Is this true, Dad? "Young man, you are such a good boy! This is not right."

Brother Zhao patted Fang Zichen and said, "Did you hear that?"

Fang Zichen had just recited this poem during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it was not like this at all. Brother Zhao still remembers what he explained.

It's a good poem, but my husband should be beaten for talking nonsense like this.

Fang Zichen also felt that he had insulted Li Bai. This behavior was wrong. He did not dare to say a word and explained to Guaizi seriously.

"So that's what it means," someone else interjected. It was a wealthy businessman who had met Qian'er when he boarded the ship: "This young master is really talented in literature. He just chanted casually and his words became clear."

Fang Zichen: "· ·····"

It really upset me.

Fang Zichen said boldly: "I didn't sing this. I'm a little worse than this guy."

"Oh, I've never heard of it," said the wealthy businessman.

I've never heard of it, it's normal.

I've heard it's not normal.

Li Bai is not from Daxia.

The wealthy businessman looked at Fang Zichen and suddenly said, "You look like an old friend of mine."

Fang Zichen laughed when he heard this.

"What a tacky way to pick up a conversation!"

The wealthy businessman: "...Really."

Fang Zichen raised his eyebrows: "Do I have a popular face? These days, ugly people have their own characteristics, and handsome people have their own characteristics. The same thing a thousand times?"

The wealthy businessman: "..."

Although he was scolded for a few words, the conversation was opened. Knowing that Fang Zichen was going to take the exam, the wealthy businessman seemed to be very happy: "Well! The imperial examination is good! "I will become an official in the future and serve the country and the people."

Fang Zichen agreed: "Yes, yes, if a talent like me doesn't make some contribution to the people, it should be buried. However, I heard that Tanhua is a top-notch person." He touched his face, feeling a little sad, and said: "I don't know what kind of person the emperor is today. I'm afraid that he is stupid, judging people based on appearance, and won't accept me as the number one scholar."

The wealthy businessman looked a little strange: "Ying. " No, the top pick is always chosen by those who are capable, but you are confident!"

Fang Zichen coaxed: "You have the ability, of course you are confident."

The wealthy businessman is very knowledgeable, and Fang Zichen is very capable with him. Chatting, people from all over the world can have a conversation, and wealthy businessmen are amazed by his knowledge. This man seems to be young, but he seems to have traveled all over the country, experienced people from all over the country, and often says some thought-provoking and thought-provoking words. .

The wealthy businessman always liked to chat with him. He felt that talking to Fang Zichen was better than reading ten years of books. Moreover, the boat was so big, so it was more enjoyable to have someone to talk with.

Whenever this happens, Brother Zhao will take the two children to sit on the boat and watch the scenery. Every time the wealthy businessman looks at the good boy, his expression is always a little surprised and a little surprised.

After having more contact with the same person, Fang Zichen realized why this person dared to wear silk and satin when he went out. He also didn't hide his valuable rings and jade pendants. When he first saw the dozen or so people who had feelings, they looked like they had been trained. He thought He was from the escort agency, and he was actually this man's guard.

This was not the most jealous thing about Fang Zichen. The food provided on the ship was very rough and there were only the same three meals a day, but the other party brought his own cook, three of them.

Oh shit!

It's really nice to have money!

When he also has money, take him twenty.

The closer we get to the capital, the colder the climate becomes. There is a big difference between the south and the north. In Yuanzhou the winter before last, we had a charcoal fire burning in the house and didn't feel much cold. But it was colder when we were in Xiaohe Village, and the wind blew people's faces. Every morning, it seemed like everyone was carrying a knife. When I woke up in the morning, there was a thin layer of white frost on the vegetable leaves. No matter how many clothes I wore, I felt cold. But at this moment, Fang Zichen wanted to run back to Xiaohe Village again. Xiaohe Village Although it's cold, at least it's not deathly cold, but it's snowing here.

Mother! He is a true southerner, and when he goes to the north, he really wants to see ghosts.

After entering the capital city, the temperature dropped sharply. Fang Zichen lay on the bed, shivering and curling up. Last night he could still hold Brother Zhao to keep warm. Now the three of them went outside to watch the snow. He was the only one hiding under the quilt. I don't feel warm at all.

Fang Zichen was just thinking about getting up and adding another layer of quilt when Brother Zhao ran into the cabin in a panic: "Husband, husband, something happened."

"What's wrong?"

"Your son has seen a ghost." Brother Zhao said.

Fang Zichen: "..."

When Fang Zichen hurriedly ran to the board of the ship, he saw his tongue sticking out like a good little dog and his big eyes full of tears.

Xiaofeng walked around him anxiously.

There were two iron poles standing on the railing, and there was a layer of ice on them. The little boy's tongue would stick to them and he couldn't get them back. When he saw Fang Zichen, he whined. Although he couldn't hear it clearly, Fang Zichen understood.

"Father, help, help, the good boy is going to die~"

The wealthy businessman heard the news and brought people over to see him. Seeing the good boy like this, he laughed directly.

The good boy kicked his short legs hard at him again, trying to kick him.

The wealthy businessman had been in contact with him and knew that besides talking nonsense, this kid also wanted to save face, so he didn't dare to laugh anymore.

Brother Zhao pushed Fang Zichen: "Husband, stop laughing, what should I do! Think of a way."

Fang Zichen laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, so he went back to the cabin and poured some water, slowly pouring it on the good boy's tongue and the ice cubes. It took a while for the ice to finally melt at the connecting site.

The good boy touched his tongue, which was numb from the cold, and looked at the place he had just licked with lingering fear.

"Father, this snow Simo can bite people's tongue! It's such a scary bird."

Fang Zichen patted him on the head: "Who asked you to lick it?"

"My dear boy, I just want to see if it is Simo flavored and has ice cream. " Xi, the good boy doesn't dare to mess with me next time," said the good boy.

Brother Zhao was speechless and spanked him twice.

The boy covered his buttocks and didn't dare to say anything.

A family of four, except Fang Zichen, the other three seemed to be tough and not afraid of the cold. They played in the snow on the boat all day long and had a great time.

It will be fine this time, but it will be even colder in November, when the river freezes and boats can't move.

Brother Zhao was secretly glad that he set off quickly in the first place.

On October 23rd, we finally arrived in the capital.

Brother Zhao had been in a state of excitement for the past few days, tossing and turning and unable to sleep. Whenever he moved, wind would enter the quilt.

Fang Zichen pressed him down and refused to let him move: "So happy?"

"Yeah!" Brother Zhao held his waist and pecked Fang Zichen on the chin: "I'm happy to see my parents."

"Still. Do you remember where your home is?" Fang Zichen asked.

"Remember." Brother Zhao said, "Zhao Mansion is easy to find. My father is an official in the court."

Fang Zichen raised his upper body and was surprised: "Ah? Why didn't you say that before?"

Brother Zhao He asked doubtfully: "Didn't I say that?"

Chapter 290

Fang Zichen shook his head: "You just said your family is in the capital."

Fang Zichen originally thought that Brother Zhao's family was just ordinary people, but he didn't think that his father-in-law was an official in the court.

If so, will his father-in-law look down on him?

Fang Zichen was a little worried.

He is a civil servant, and in a place like Yuanzhou, he still has a certain status. But at the foot of the imperial city, there are only three official lands at the foot of the imperial city. His mere civil servant is not enough.

His face was not very good, and his expression was a little dazed. Brother Zhao held his face, asked him to look at him, and comforted him softly: "Don't think too much, my father is a very good person, they will definitely like you, father and brother You love me very much. Didn't you say that you have a bad stomach? If you come back with me, you can eat soft food and spend the money as you like."

Fang Zichen immediately smiled and rubbed Brother Zhao's neck: "This is a good feeling. , I just like to eat soft rice."

Brother Zhao felt a little itchy, but he didn't push him away and kept laughing.

...

The gates of Kyoto are 'towering into the clouds' and are endlessly brilliant.

Fang Zichen and his group entered the city like bumpkins. Not to mention the children, even Fang Zichen couldn't help but marvel.

The head of a country is very wealthy. The city gate is several meters wide, and there are also many guards guarding the city.

After an interrogation, they were allowed to enter the city.

Brother Zhao looked around, his heart trembling and his whole body trembling. He was excited, scared, and as if he was dreaming. He had been looking forward to it for more than ten years, thinking about it day and night, and his desire to return to Beijing seemed to have become an obsession. Now that his wish came true, he didn't dare to take it seriously.

I left Beijing when I was young, and after more than ten years, my memory of the capital was already a little blurry, but now, those vague memories seemed to become clear in an instant.

He's really - back.

Brother Zhao couldn't help but feel a little red in his eyes.

Fang Zichen held his hand, and the dry heat came with it. Brother Zhao gradually calmed down. He didn't say anything, but held it tightly.

Their large and small bags were very eye-catching, and a young man rushed over.

"You two are from out of town, right? Do you want to stay in a hotel? Do you want to rent a house?"

This is specifically for soliciting customers for some inns and restaurants. Brother Zhao is familiar with it. He nodded: "Yes, I want to stay in a hotel." He He handed over thirty yuan.

The little man took it and stuffed it into his purse, and then enthusiastically helped Fang Zichen carry two big bags: "You guys come with me."

Fang Zichen was a little confused and looked at Brother Zhao: "Why don't you just go home?"

Brother Zhao smiled. He said: "You want to go home empty-handed?" Anyway, they have arrived in the capital. Although he can't wait, they have walked all the way and now they look a little slovenly and haggard. Brother Zhao wants to go back in a dignified manner.

I've been waiting for it for more than ten years, and it's not far behind now.

When we reached Chang'an Street, we saw a horse-drawn carriage approaching slowly, followed by several guards.

Brother Zhao suddenly stopped.

The little man saw him staring blankly at the carriage. He thought he was curious and didn't know that he was from out of town, so he kindly introduced him and said: "This is the carriage of the Hou family." At this moment, the curtain was lifted from the inside. As the car opened, a girl with a double bun looked out twice, then retracted her head, as if to see where the car was going.

The young man looked away and said: "The person sitting inside should be the young lady of the Hou Mansion. The maid just now is the young lady of the Hou Mansion."

Brother Zhao murmured: "The young lady of the Hou Mansion?"

"Yes!" The man was a talkative man, so he introduced him to Brother Zhao.

"The young lady of the Hou Mansion was originally a young lady of the Zheng family, but she was taken over by Mrs. Zhao of the Zhao Mansion and raised under her knees."

The blood on Brother Zhao's face instantly faded away, and he froze as if struck by lightning. In situ.

The little man didn't notice: "Mrs. Zhao is also kind-hearted and treats her niece as her own. Not only did she find a famous teacher to teach her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but when Miss Zheng got married, she was from the Zhao family. Mrs. Zhao and Mr. Zhao also Dozens of boxes of dowry were prepared for her, and they were carried out the door that day. They were placed all over the street. It was really hard to see the beginning and end of the dowry. The ladies from the second-rank officials' families did not have this attitude when they got married. I don't know how many people were jealous back then... "..."

Fang Zichen frowned slightly.

The orthodox marquis residence generally refers to the residence of an ancient marquis. It is a "super grade", which means more than a grade. Most of them are only awarded to relatives of the emperor or a few meritorious officials. They have a high status and can retire with the country.

But as far as he knew, there was only one person who knew that Daxia was now in the first rank, and that was Old General Qin who was guarding the south. There was a Zhou family before, but the Zhou family has died, and now only

the old general Qin Qin is left, who can be regarded as the first person under the imperial power. The position of the Qin family is not an official position but a title, which is hereditary.

When did you run out of a marquis' mansion?

Why doesn't he know anything?

Never heard of it.

Brother Zhao stood still, with an expression on his face that seemed to be a mixture of shock, anger, grievance, and sadness. The little man continued to chatter, but those words seemed to carry a knife. Not only did he feel extremely uncomfortable, but his heart also hurt so much that he seemed to be bleeding.

"I heard someone say that Mrs. Zhao once had a brother who was accidentally abducted when she went out. Mrs. Zhao was sad for a long time. Perhaps in order to find someone to support her, she asked Mr. Zhao to come forward and adopt Miss Zheng to Zhao."

Brother Zhao's body was stiff, his eyes were red and he lowered his head. He seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and as if he had been slapped several times in succession. His ears were buzzing, and his head was filled with confusion, and the sound was like a mosquito. : "Stop talking..."

The head of the Zheng family is only from the fourth rank, but the Zhao family is the third rank. Mrs. Zhao, Zheng Peiyao, is the legitimate daughter of the Zheng family. She also has a younger brother from the same mother. Although the younger brother and younger sister are There are many, but in a wealthy family, the most important thing is to distinguish between legitimate sons and concubines, and Zheng Peiyao only recognizes her younger brother Zheng Dongyang.

When Zheng Dongyang was 23 years old, he and his wife returned to Xiayang to visit relatives and worship their ancestors. Unfortunately, they were assassinated and died, leaving only one daughter - Zheng Xiaoyan.

Zheng Peiyao felt that the Zheng family's backyard was smoky and couldn't bear the misfortune of her brother's beloved daughter, so she took Zheng Xiaoyan to Zhao's house to raise her.

Although Daxia marries girls high and wives low, if Zheng Xiaoyan had not been adopted into the Zhao family, she would have had no father or mother, and her family would have been nothing more than a fourth-rank daughter who wanted to marry into a third-rank Houfu. The main wife is simply a fantasy.

Although the Hou Mansion is only a third-rank official, everyone in the capital knows that Li Zhicheng, the eldest son of the Hou Mansion, is the grandson of Zuo Xiang's family. The son of the Prime Minister

Zuo, who is a high-ranking official of the first rank, and a superior one, armed with hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers,

is also an official in the court now. His eldest daughter is the wife of the Hou Mansion, and the second daughter is the wife of the Shangshu Mansion. His youngest brother, Meng Ruqing, is the young master of the Qin family.

The current queen is also the niece of Mrs. Qin. Both of them came from Zhongshu Mansion.

Zhongshu is the same as Zuo Prime Minister, Right Prime Minister, and Shangshu are all of the first grade.

A first-grade official is the top official in Kyoto.

Officials in the capital are intertwined and closely related by marriage. If one of them is beaten, a large number of people will be offended.

Although the Hou Mansion has some differences with the Qin family, if they ignore the Qin family and only rely on such a powerful person as Zuo Xiang, many people want to get close to them.

If Zheng Xiaoyan didn't have the help of the Zhao family, she wouldn't be able to get into the latrine of the Hou Mansion, let alone the royal wife.

Nowadays, a pheasant flies up a branch and turns into a phoenix. Who wouldn't envy it? Who is not jealous?

The young man probably regarded Zheng Xiaoyan's leaping over the dragon's gate as a model, and he couldn't stop talking about her. It is said that the Madam of the Hou Mansion is also a filial person. She always goes to the Zhao Mansion with gifts during the New Year and festivals. She often goes out with Madam Zhao on weekdays. The two of them talk and laugh every time, just like mother and daughter.

Like mother and daughter!

Like mother and daughter!

Brother Zhao felt that this sentence was like a heavy hammer.

He felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe, and suddenly screamed: "Stop talking, stop talking."

His sudden outburst shocked Fang Zichen and the two children, not to mention the little man.

Brother Zhao's face was pale, his eyes were moist, and his fists were clenched tightly, as if he was trying his best to control something.

Fang Zichen frowned: "Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

Brother Zhao was still thinking to himself and repeated: "Stop talking, stop talking."

Fang Zichen immediately looked at the little man and said hurriedly: "Hurry up. Shut up."

The little man covered his mouth and nodded fiercely.

Guaizi took Brother Zhao's hand: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Brother Zhao took a deep breath, with a deep voice, touched Guaizi's head, and said reluctantly: "It's okay."

Guaizi Looking at him carefully, he then looked at Fang Zichen, his face still worried. Now that he was older, he was no longer easy to fool.

...

At this time, most of the outsiders pouring into the capital came to attend the Spring Festival.

Fang Zichen looked at the young man, who was still wearing a jade pendant around his waist. When he thought about it with his toes, he knew that he was also here to take the Spring Festival - although it was rare to bring his family with him to take the exam.

If it were any other person, he would definitely be beaten to death. Such a scholar and a young man would not dare to make small moves.

In this business, one is best at observing the other person's words and demeanor. By looking at the other person's clothes, the young man will know what level of restaurant to introduce to them.

The Qingsong Inn is located in a relatively remote area, and the charges are not expensive, at a mid-range price. Fang Zichen asked for two rooms, and the waiter brought tea. Fang Zichen poured a cup and handed it to Brother Zhao, looking at him carefully.

"Brother Zhao, are you okay?"

Brother Zhao just shook his head and said nothing.

Fang Zichen looked at him as if he had lost his soul, and felt something was wrong. Brother Zhao suddenly spoke, saying that he was tired and wanted to lie down for a while.

Fang Zichen hurriedly made his bed. He was not stupid. Considering what the young man said just now, Mrs. Zhao should be Brother Zhao's mother.

Brother Zhao, is he jealous?

But it's impossible. Brother Zhao is not that kind of person?

He wanted to ask Brother Zhao what was wrong, but Brother Zhao seemed very tired and closed his eyes after lying down.

Fang Zichen sighed, tucked Brother Zhao into bed, and wanted to go next door to see the two children. As soon as he got up, his hand was pulled.

Brother Zhao's hands were too cold and seemed to be shaking a little. He looked up at Fang Zichen, his eyes showing deep grievance and disappointment. His throat seemed to be pinched and his voice was hoarse.

"Husband..."

He burst into tears as soon as the words came out.

"I only have you." He said: "I don't want to go home, I don't want to go home."

Fang Zichen hugged his shoulders tightly, hugged him in his arms, and held the back of his head with one hand, feeling very distressed .

"Yeah! I won't come back."

"I didn't run out on my own back then." Brother Zhao buried himself in Fang Zichen's chest, and his tears kept falling. After a while, his tears soaked Fang Zichen's chest.

He choked with sobs and couldn't form a word.

...

Zheng Xiaoyan is six years older than him. When Brother Zhao was six or almost seven years old, during the festival in the city, people in the mansion said that a group of opera troupes came outside and the performance was really good. They would stay in the city for two days. One day, Brother Zhao heard what his servant said seemed to be fun, so he asked Mrs. Zhao to take him out.

Mrs. Zhao is pregnant with four sons, the first three are all men, and the youngest son is Brother Zhao.

Mrs. Zhao and Mr. Zhao loved him so much that he wanted to go, and Mrs. Zhao naturally agreed.

At that time, Zheng Xiaoyan had been taken to the Zhao mansion, but before she was adopted, Mrs. Zhao took her with her.

The vaudeville troupe was performing on Guangfu Street, and Mrs. Zhao booked a private room in a nearby restaurant. Brother Zhao felt that the view upstairs was not clear and not satisfying, so Mrs. Zhao was embarrassed when she thought of watching from the street.

Naturally, she didn't want to go down and chat with others. It would be unseemly and unworthy of her status, but Brother Zhao wanted to go, and she couldn't bear to go against his wishes, so she wanted the maid next to her to take him with him.

Zheng Xiaoyan stood up and thoughtfully said that it would be fine for her and her grandma to take their younger brother.

She was always sensible, so Mrs. Zhao let them go as her grandma was there.

There were many people on the street, and Brother Zhao was afraid of losing him, so he held Zheng Xiaoyan's hand tightly.