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Chapter 61

Wang Xiaojiu's son is also three years old. He looked at the good boy and said, "Brother Fang, is your son really three years old?" He raised his hand and gestured: "This height is not very similar! He is taller than my son. "A head smaller."

He originally wanted to say "short", but felt that the word was a bit insulting, so he changed his mind temporarily.

After understanding the meaning of the words, Fang Zichen glared at him, touched the good boy's head, and said: "You know nothing, my baby has a lot of experience, so it's not normal for him to be shorter."

Several people gathered around him and praised the good boy fiercely. He was so cute. He stuffed the good boy with a lot of food. This was the first time. The good boy buried himself shyly on Fang Zichen's shoulder, only showing his big eyes, which was even more adorable.

The people dispersed, and Guaizi sat on the stool and peeled peanuts. Fang Zichen sat opposite him, holding the book and looking a little unreadable.

He has been in school before and is the youngest in the family. He has never been exposed to any children. He has no idea what a three-year-old child is like. He is confused now.

Is the boy really that short?

They are both three years old, but Wang Xiaojiu's son is actually a head taller than Guaizi? !

Would it be too exaggerated?

He thought about it carefully, and instead of comparing himself with Wang Xiaojiu's son from a "well-off" family, he found someone with the same conditions and compared him with Liuliu. It seemed that his son had only just reached Liuliu's earlobe.

He stared at the good boy, and the good boy also noticed it. He leaned forward with his short legs and fed him the peeled peanuts: "Father, dear boy, peel the peanuts. It's so sweet."

This little cotton-padded jacket , it was so heart-warming, Fang Zichen smiled, couldn't help but kiss him after eating the peanuts.

Forget it, if you are short, just be shorter!

Maybe it's like him. He was like this when he was a child. He didn't grow taller and was always shorter than his peers. From three to seven years old, he grew nine centimeters in four years. This scared his adoptive mother, who thought he had it. I have dwarfism, and when I went to the hospital for a checkup, I found that I was healthy and had no problems.

Later, after I turned twelve, I felt like I had eaten fertilizer and poured dung on it. I was growing taller and taller, and I couldn't stop it. Now I'm only eighteen, and I'm already 1.83 meters tall. Standing in the crowd, I'm tall. Standing out from the crowd.

But my son can't lose at the starting line. I'm going to get off work tonight and have to buy some bones from the pork stall owner, and make a long-term reservation with him for pork intestines and pig blood.

He held the boy in his arms and taught him how to read with a book.

Several guys were staring from a distance, tut-tutting and shaking their heads, feeling blind.

During such a tea time, Fang Zichen kissed the good boy nine times, and the good boy kissed him ten times.

It's like playing a game where you kiss me and I kiss you.

I'm not afraid of kissing my face until I'm bald.

Brother Fang is only a teenager! Why do you spoil your children so much? Like a seventy-year-old man, the soil was buried up to his neck before he had a child, and the pain was excruciating.

But the boy does look cute.

When Yang Mingyi arrived, the good boy was clapping his hands and cheering loudly: "Father is tired of being hurt, and the good boy wants to praise you and kiss you."

He paused in his steps.

Fang Zichen raised his eyes and glanced at him: "Are you here?"

Yang Mingyi said, "Yeah."

The good boy looked at him, and he looked at the good boy. There seemed to be some special magnetic field between the two. .

You look at me and I look at you.

One eye is as big as an ox, and the other has narrow phoenix eyes.

You blink, I blink.

Time and everything seem to be frozen.

Fang Zichen found it a bit funny. He always felt that their situation was like a pair of wild mandarin ducks flirting with each other across a sea of ​​people.

He pinched the boy's face and said, "Son, this is Brother Yang." After saying that, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Yang Mingyi calls him brother, and Guaizi calls him brother, so aren't he and Guaizi the same generation?

"No, this is Uncle Yang."

The good boy politely shouted: "Yang Zhu."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Yang Zhu? Foreign pig!

I'm still a fucking bastard!

"It's Uncle Yang, not Yang Zhu."

"Well," Guaizai nodded, with a serious and solemn face: "It's Yang Zhu, not Yang Zhu."

Fang Zichen: "..."

When he obviously called Brother Zhou , all shouted correctly.

He said again: "Look at me, come on, call me Uncle Yang."

The good boy looked at him in confusion: "Uncle Yang."

That's the right call.

Emotions need to be shouted continuously before they can be called the standard!

After all, the good boy is still young. He can't tell S, C, and Z clearly, but it's better than stuttering. Fang Zichen thought of the child in the morning. If the good boy talked like that, he would be anxious to death.

Fang Zichen asked Yang Mingyi: "Should we study here or go upstairs?"

It was inconvenient for people to come and go in the hall, and some people kept staring at him. Yang Mingyi frowned and said, "Let's go upstairs!"

His face was cold and indifferent. He had no expression on his face, and his whole body seemed to be filled with a cold air that would keep others away. This kind of person would generally make anyone who meets him avoid him for the first time.

The good boy didn't seem to be afraid of him and ran towards him. Yang Mingyi suddenly stiffened and paused slightly. His index finger was held by a pair of soft, moist and warm hands. He lowered his eyes to look at him.

The good boy took the initiative and smiled at him: "Yang Zhu."

Yang Mingyi looked strange. There were no children of his age in the Yang family's backyard, and his cousins ​​didn't like to play with him. At that moment, he was at a loss as to what to do. Fang Zichen covered his head and Mouth, embarrassed to laugh, he coughed strategically and corrected: "My son is Uncle Yang!"

Good boy: "Father, I am on the west side of the road, it is Yang Zhu."

Fang Zichen was helpless, and Yang Mingyi showed no expression. He said: "It's okay, just let him go! Anyway, he didn't call me a pig and I am a pig."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Then your thinking is quite clear.

After going up to the second floor, Fang Zichen came back and told Shopkeeper Yang: "When my husband comes, please call me!"

Shopkeeper Yang didn't even raise his head: "I know."

"Do you remember what my husband looks like? Are you okay?" Fang Zichen was worried and was about to speak when a waiter stopped him with what he said before and said, "Brother Fang, don't worry! My husband-in-law has big eyes and a pretty pink mouth. I'm so beautiful. I like him the most."

Several people nearby cheered and laughed.

Fang Zichen wanted to hit him: "Get out~"

The wooden steps were a bit high, which was cruel to short people.

The good boy was tired from crawling, but he didn't say anything and just hummed.

Yang Mingyi led him into the room. The good boy climbed on the stool opposite him and sat down obediently. From time to time, he secretly glanced at Yang Mingyi. Yang Mingyi endured it and looked over. The good boy laughed and said, "

Yang Zhu, you are so beautiful."

Something like this . Yang Mingyi is no stranger to compliments, but hearing them from a three-year-old child is inevitably novel: "Do you know what it means to be beautiful?

"

"..." Yang Mingyi pursed his lips and raised his thin lips slightly, but it was not obvious: "Who told you?"

Guai Zai replied: "Father said that, Dad said that Guai Zai is the prettiest boy. "

Now that the money has been collected, it's time to get down to business. Fang Zichen taught him seriously.

There are no Arabic numerals here, only the traditional Chinese characters one, two, and three are written. Let's not talk about anything else. Anyway, those characters have enough strokes and are difficult to write.

When he and shopkeeper Yang were collecting the accounts together, the numbers were larger, as many as several hundred and several cents. Shopkeeper Yang had just finished writing, and he had already finished calculating the general ledger.

Fang Zichen was teaching Yang Mingyi, and the good boy sat quietly aside without making any noise or disturbing him. There were snacks on the table, and Yang Mingyi pinched a piece for him.

The good boy took it and smiled: "Thank you Yang Zhu."

Yang Mingyi is a brother, and he has reached the age where he should avoid suspicion. The door was not closed. As soon as Fang Zichen entered the room, except for the first moment when he touched the good boy's head, he Yang Mingyi didn't say a word to him, maybe men are more careless. Yang Mingyi was silent for a while, then he bent down and whispered to the good boy: "Don't run out, you know?"

There were many people coming in and out of Zuixiao Building, and the children Very easy to lose.

The good boy held the snack and nodded: "I, Xi Daodi, I won't leave my father and I won't go out."

He handed the snack to Fang Zichen. The good boy thought this was a good thing. He ate it last time Brother Zhao brought it back. , so delicious!

"Father, eat."

Fang Zichen shook his head and pinched his face gently: "You go ahead and eat!"

...

Yang Mingyi listened carefully, he was smart and remembered quickly, and half an hour passed before he knew it.

Guaizi didn't move. He felt sleepy after eating snacks. There was a soft bed in the room for resting. After asking for permission, Fang Zichen held Guaizi and let him sleep on it, holding a book and fanning him.

Shopkeeper Yang called him at the door and said Brother Zhao was here.

The author has something to say:

Yang Mingyi starts with: Brother Fang

and then: Uncle Fang

and then: Father

Fang Zichen: The more you call me, the older you get!

Chapter 62:

Fang Zichen is in a dilemma. He has to be busy in the afternoon. The good boy has just laid down and slept soundly. He is reluctant to wake up. Brother Zhao is carrying something again. It's noon. If he hugs him again, it's half an hour's journey. , must be exhausted.

Yang Mingyi put down his pen and said, "Brother Fang, let him sleep. I won't go back today, so I can help you keep an eye on it."

"I'm sorry to bother you." He has no hair on his lips and can't do things well. Yang Mingyi is still young, and Fang Zichen He hurried to the door and stopped. He turned around worriedly and said, "Brother Yi, I've only had this son for most of my life. You have to watch over him! Don't lose him."

Yang Mingyi: "... "

Half a lifetime more! " !

Shopkeeper Yang's eyelids twitched and he wanted to kick him: "It's all in the store, where can I throw it?"

...

As soon as Brother Zhao entered the door, he was saluted with attention. Last time he came, others didn't know his identity. , and didn't pay attention. Now I know that the person who was just curious in the morning is in the store now, so he can't take a hard look.

What you see is what you earn.

The look in his eyes was like that of a wolf or a tiger. Brother Zhao felt like he was sitting on a pins and needles blanket, and even after two sips of tea, he didn't taste anything.

There was a thumping sound from the stairs, and Fang Zichen rushed over with a smile on his face: "Brother Zhao, you are here, are you tired?"

As soon as he appeared, Brother Zhao became less nervous: "No. Tired."

Fang Zichen didn't believe it and took him to the counter: "Nonsense, you look like you're sweating."

Brother Zhao smiled and said nothing.

I started sweating after entering the store.

Fang Zichen found a stool for him to sit on and asked, "Have you bought everything?"

Brother Zhao said, "Yeah! Where's the good boy?"

"He's upstairs, asleep." Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao looked outside. It was half past noon and the sun was strong. He could feel its blazing temperature just by looking at it. But he was still busy when he got back and couldn't wait any longer: "Go and pick him up. I should Go back."

"Let him sleep! You go back first."

"Aren't you going to be busy in the afternoon?" Brother Zhao was worried.

After all, the good boy is young, and no matter how sensible he is, he can't leave people around him. This is a town, and there are all kinds of people. Unlike in the village, when you are busy feeding the children, you will kick them out. Like wild monkeys returning to the mountains, you can wander around and play in the village at will. You can climb a tree with mud.

He was sweating while he was getting rich. Fang Zichen wiped him dry and poked his face, saying, "My boss is here. He said he would keep an eye on me. Don't worry, are you hungry? Have you eaten?"

" · "Eating blood sausage." There was someone watching from a distance. Brother Zhao slapped his hand away and stared at his toes: "Just talk, why are you moving your hands? This is outside.

" If you can't do it outside, then you can just do it at home, right?" Fang Zichen curled his index finger slightly and smiled sullenly.

The counter is facing the door, it is very bright, his skin is like jade, now it seems to be coated with light, his eyes are warm, he is tall and has long legs, he is a young and handsome man, now he smiles mischievously, as if the air around him is filled with Hormones.

Brother Zhao couldn't stand his arrogance and punched him in the chest: "Be more serious, you're in the store! Who are you trying to seduce like this?"

Fang Zichen grabbed his hand and put it to his mouth After a kiss, he smiled and said nothing.

Brother Zhao's face turned red.

It's fine if you're at home, but this time you're outside! Although they were sitting behind the counter and couldn't see each other, there was nothing blocking them on the left and right. As long as someone turned their head slightly, they could still see.

Fortunately, there were no customers in the store at this time, but Brother Zhao was nervous and stimulated, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Wang Xiaojiu and others were in the distance, their expressions indescribable.

Sun Dahu's face was a little red, he drank half a bowl of water, and said: "For a while, I actually... I felt that Brother Fang was quite, quite..."

He didn't say what he was feeling, but All men understand. One of the waiters sighed and said, "Brother Zhao, your life is really hard."

Several people nearby looked over instantly, their eyes blazing.

The man spoke earnestly and said: "Brother Fang has a face that makes people feel excited just by looking at it. If any husband looks like that, he might not dare to let him go out. He has to guard him every day for fear of being exhausted. Of course, if my husband is really like Brother Fang, it is not impossible to work hard."

Wang Xiaojiu rolled his eyes at him: "Did you forget that you are a man?"

"Oh, you are so annoying, why do you remind me? ."

The guys were giggling, they had goosebumps all over their bodies, they were rubbing their arms violently, and while they were laughing and joking, a sinister voice came from behind:

"Don't I remind you, I'm leaving you here to dream?"

"Yang, Uncle Yang!"

Shopkeeper Yang is quite prestigious in the store: "Are the tables wiped clean?"

"They are all wiped clean," a waiter said.

These people have been working in Zuixiaolou for several years, and they are all hard-working people. When there are no customers, it is not a big problem to be lazy. Shopkeeper Yang is not so harsh and just asks: "What are you talking about?"

He just said I only listened to it once.

Wang Xiaojiu smiled and said: "We are comforting Dahu! Do you think so!"

After receiving the signal, everyone immediately agreed: "Yes, yes."

Shopkeeper Yang was clear about this trick, but he did not expose it and asked along the way. "What happened to Dahu?"

The betrayal of his companion came so unexpectedly. Shopkeeper Yang stared at it, and Sun Dahu's hair stood on end.

He was speechless because he didn't know what was wrong with him and needed comfort.

Wang Xiaojiu was not a human being, and said sadly: "Uncle Yang, Dahu's wife has cuckolded him."

This happened eight hundred years ago, and Sun Dahu's wife was now having a third child with her adulterer. Everyone in the store knows that the baby is here, but shopkeeper Yang is busy and doesn't have much time to gossip or listen to gossip.

He looked back and was quite surprised. Wang Xiaojiu poked Sun Dahu under the table. Sun Dahu reacted and covered his face, looking grief-stricken.

Shopkeeper Yang patted him on the shoulder and couldn't say anything. He just said: "Poor kid."

After just a few words of teasing, Brother Zhao lost his mind. He opened his almond eyes and glared at people, feeling both ashamed and angry. He glared so hard that Fang Zichen's heart was so hot that he refused to touch her, damn, this annoying little goblin.

Brother Zhao ran away, and Fang Zichen came over. His heart was bright, and he asked kindly, "What's wrong?"

Shopkeeper Yang said 'Hey' and said nothing. Wang Xiaojiu opened Sun Dahu's wound again: "Dahu was cheated on by his wife."

"..." Fang Zichen: "Really or not?" "

Of course it is true, I don't joke about my brothers." Wang Xiaojiu said.

Fang Zichen blinked and stared at Sun Dahu. He did not comfort anyone. He said objectively: "For things like being cuckolded, either your wife is a playboy and can't bear the loneliness, or there is something wrong with you."

A playboy, no matter how good your husband is, She also can't help but eat secretly.

But if your husband has problems, such as domestic violence, incompetence, or incompetence in that area, then you can't blame him for cheating.

No man could bear to be questioned about his ability in that area. Sun Dahu immediately said: "I feel that I am quite fierce."

Fang Zichen asked: "Then your wife is a slut?"

Sun Dahu thought of his ex-wife, shook his head, and did not pour dirty water for her. : "That's not true."

"That's impossible," Fang Zichen said firmly, "One of you must have a problem."

Sun Dahu immediately said, "That can't be me."

"Why can't it be you? Fang Zichen glanced at him and said, "Let me ask you, if you were to be like me, would your wife still have an affair?"

Sun Dahu: "... It shouldn't be possible!

" It's just impossible." Fang Zichen is very confident in himself. He has a very clear positioning of himself. The words "high, rich and handsome" are not at all out of the ordinary for him. He patted Sun Dahu on the shoulder and said sincerely:

"Brother, work harder! Otherwise, if you get the first cuckold, you will get the second one."

Sun Dahu: "..."

Every sentence makes sense and cannot be refuted.

Shopkeeper Yang held back and didn't laugh, but it was hard work.

The store started to get busy in the afternoon. Fang Zichen went upstairs to take a look. Yang Mingyi was reviewing what he taught. The good boy was still sleeping soundly. The child sweats when it gets hot, but his forehead was dry now. It must be Yang Mingyi. Rubbed.

He had some basic skills, but he just switched to Arabic numeral calculation methods. After Fang Zichen passed the school entrance examination, he directly taught him two-digit addition and subtraction.

An excellent academic, he has his own learning system and knows how to improve his learning efficiency. In order to consolidate his memory, Fang Zichen gave him a lot of questions.

Yang Mingyi can write until he becomes bald.

The good boy woke up around three o'clock. The room was very strange. He seemed to be drunk and lost his mind. He didn't remember where he was. He cried out in a cry: "Daddy? Father?"

Although he was attached to Fang Zichen, when he was scared, he thought first. The person he has to rely on is Brother Zhao, who has been with him the longest.

Yang Mingyi was a little at a loss: "What's wrong?"

The good boy realized and knew where he was. The tears in his eyes disappeared and he laughed again: "Yang Zhu."

Yang Mingyi: "... "

Yang Mingyi admired him a little, sat aside and asked him: "What's wrong?"

The good boy seemed a little shy: "My belly is bloated, and the good boy wants to pee."

Yang Mingyi took him to the backyard and asked him to help him when he entered the toilet. He took off his pants. The good boy remembered Fang Zichen's words and pulled up his trousers to prevent him from letting go: "Good boy, you can do it by yourself."

Yang Mingyi nodded. When his cousin went to the toilet when he was a child, the wet nurse would always wait aside, so he did not go out and stood aside without moving. .

The good boy was so anxious that he almost peed his pants, but he still reminded him: "Yang Zhu, you can't peek at the good boy's little ass and cock."

Yang Mingyi: "..."

The good boy said: " My father said that if you look at a scumbag's penis, you will get needle holes, and if you become blind, you will not be able to see your father and daddy, which will make you very miserable ."

Yang Mingyi: "..."

After that, Yang Mingyi carried him directly back to his room. After passing through the hall, the good boy pointed at Fang Zichen with his short finger and said with a smile, "It's dad."

"Brother Fang is busy," Yang Mingyi walked upstairs: "You come back to your room with me."

" Well, the boy said to the west, "You can't disturb your father's making a lot of money." The boy was still looking at Fang Zichen, and when he got to the second floor, he looked away and said to Yang Mingyi, "Father looks handsome when he's working. He's the best."

Yang Mingyi: "..."

The number of times he was speechless in his life was almost finished by Guaizi.

The author has something to say:

There are many reasons for the change of title.

For example, if you lose the bet, you can call me daddy, or you can find a foster father, or you can be with your good boy...

There are many possibilities, and the little ones can guess.

But now Guaizi is only three years old. He just likes good-looking people or things and does not understand love.

(＾▽＾)

Chapter 63:

I have memorized the numbers one, twenty, and thirty, and have mastered addition and subtraction. I can calculate the problems quickly. Yang Mingyi does it seriously. Now that Fang Zichen is not around, he closes the door and the good boy does it by himself. Play with your fingers, and when you get tired of playing, you won't wander around the room, just keep your etiquette.

The window behind him was open, facing the street. Seeing that Yang Mingyi didn't notice him, he jumped off the bench and lay down by the window to watch people coming and going.

One big and one small, the atmosphere is peaceful.

...

He got up early in the morning, and Fang Zichen asked him to go home and sleep for a while, but Brother Zhao didn't rest as soon as he got home and went to Brother Zhou's house.

Brother Zhou is in the vegetable field right now.

In the past, I was afraid that vegetables would not be sold, and since my family was small and I could not eat much, I only planted half of the vegetable field. Now I have to plant all of it. I have no cattle at home, so I have to rely on people to plow the land and loosen the soil.

Brother Zhou was wearing a straw hat and was sweating all over his body. Aunt Li came.

"Brother Zhou."

"Mom," Brother Zhou stopped, as if he expected her to come, and was not surprised. He asked calmly: "Is something wrong?"

Probably feeling guilty, Aunt Li looked around and asked There was no one around, so he said: "Have you thought clearly about what mother told you last time?"

Brother Zhou was silent for a while, then raised his head after a while and looked at Aunt Li with a good look: "Mom, please advise me "Heli, are you really doing it for me?"

Aunt Li was immediately flustered and took the lead to look away, not daring to look at Brother Zhou: "As a mother, you must be doing it for the sake of your children. Mother will not harm you.

" It really won't hurt me." Brother Zhou didn't know whether he was tired or was stimulated by Aunt Li's avoidant eyes. He said decisively: "But it's not that good to me." There are some things that I didn't dare to say before. They also felt that there was no need to say anything, but at this moment they all poured out their words:

"If you are really good for me, why haven't you come to see me all these years? We live so close, so I will go home to see you, my elder sister-in-law and my second sister-in-law. Why didn't you say a word to me?"

Aunt Li remained silent.

She couldn't say a word to retort.

Brother Zhou is still aggressive: "Dad called me a loser, and the eldest and second brothers bullied me. You said that dad is the head of the family, you can't disobey him. When you get old, you have to rely on the eldest and second brothers to support you in your old age, and you can't stand up for me. What about the elder sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law? I am your biological brother!"

He became more and more sad as he spoke.

Zhou's father never called him Brother Zhou, but only called him to pay for his goods.

They always said there was no point in giving birth to him. After working hard to raise him, he would not have to get married in the future. If he went to someone else's family, he would be a member of someone else's family. What relationship would he have with their Zhou family?

Zhou's father was not forgiving and thought it was nothing to say these things. Although he disliked Brother Zhou, he still had some conscience and would give him something to eat.

But sometimes, the most hurtful and fatal thing is not the kicking, hitting or scolding, but the money-losing words repeated one after another.

Aunt Li concealed her panic and said: "Brother Zhou, listen to my mother's advice and go back with her. Even if you don't want to remarry, it doesn't matter if you live at home. Your eldest and second brothers will support you. It would be easy for Liu Xiaowen to die outside, but You have to take care of the children, and there are two old people above you. How can you survive? "

'Liu Xiaowen died outside' she said with certainty. Brother Zhou could bear it before, but when he heard this, his reason suddenly collapsed. : "What did you say?"

"Brother Zhou, although mother's words are unpleasant, mother will not harm you! I..."

"Get out of here, get out of here."

The two of them were unhappy again . After they dispersed, until Aunt Li walked away, Brother Zhou squatted on the ground, buried his head and cried.

behind the tree.

Brother Zhao frowned, Aunt Liu's eyes were red, and she handed him the basket in her hand and said to him: "Brother Zhao, go and coax him, I... will go back first."

The basket was filled with After drinking some water, Brother Zhao took a breath before passing.

Brother Zhou raised his head slowly: "Brother Zhao, why are you here?" His eyes were attracted by the familiar basket in his hand, and he immediately understood.

"Mom was here just now? Did you all hear it?"

"Yeah!" Brother Zhao pointed to the shade of the tree: "Let's go there and have a conversation!"

Brother Zhou was not in the mood to work at the moment, so he followed him there, and the two Sitting on the edge of the field, Brother Zhao told what Fang Zichen said last night.

"...So that's it," Brother Zhou lowered his head and clasped the barb next to his thumb, and murmured, "I asked why she suddenly cared about me. It turns out that's the case. No wonder, no wonder."

"Husband, sir . That's it, it's not accurate." Brother Zhao thought for a while and added with some concern: "Maybe my husband and I have overthought it."

Brother Zhou said in a low voice. That's right."

"Brother Zhou," Brother Zhao pulled his hand away: "Don't do this."

Brother Zhou shed tears, his eyes became clear, and he saw blood next to his fingernails. It was painful at this moment. It just spread.

"Did she give birth to me? She did this to me." His shoulders were shaking, and his cries were mixed with the chirping of cicadas, which made Brother Zhao feel a little harsh.

"Brother Zhao, I can't figure it out." Brother Zhou said, "Why can some people be so cruel as parents? I gave birth to Liuliu and loved him, not because he was a boy, even if he Whether he is a brother or a girl, I will still love him and take him as my life, but what about my mother? How does she treat me? Just because I am a brother and will eventually get married, so she only sees my two brothers. "She doesn't have any place for me in her heart, why is she so cruel?"

Brother Zhao didn't say anything.

He couldn't say anything. These days, no brother or girl would stay at home and not get married. Even if the Zhou family didn't care about this, Brother Zhou would still be drowned by the spitting stars outside.

Uncle Zhou and Aunt Li did something wrong. Brother Zhou can say that, but he himself is not good at discussing right and wrong.

After chatting for a while, Brother Zhou's mood gradually stabilized.

"Pour me some water, I'm thirsty from crying."

Brother Zhao handed over the water and said, "Don't think too much, Aunt Liu heard it just now. If you decide not to go back, just tell her, Don't let her think too much. "

After all, Aunt Liu is the mother-in-law, and she loves Brother Zhou. She can't do anything to persuade Brother Zhou not to leave, or to pressure him to prevent him from remarrying.

Brother Zhou nodded: "I know"

...

When the time came, Fang Zichen collected his account books and rushed to the third floor, as if there was a little girl hiding there who was waiting for his favor.

"Baby, daddy is here."

Guaizi was lying on the table, scribbling with a brush. He was so happy when he heard this, and rushed towards the door: "Dad is off work. Does daddy miss Guaizi?"

Fang Zichen picked him up . He: "I think so!"

Guaizi was happy.

Yang Mingyi stood up: "Brother Fang."

Fang Zichen asked: "Well, have you finished writing what I gave you today?"

Yang Mingyi shook his head: "Not yet."

Yang Mingyi was smart, and the 'homework' tailor-made for him by Fang Zichen was not many.

"Did my dear boy disturb you?"

The good boy sat in Fang Zichen's arms and blinked at Yang Mingyi. His big dark eyes had no special expression on his face, but Yang Mingyi just felt that if he nodded and said yes, the good boy would burst into tears on the spot. After breaking up with him, he turned away his eyes and said, "No, he stood by the window watching people at noon and didn't bother me."

After he finished speaking, he didn't know which sentence was wrong, and he saw Fang Zichen's face turned pale. , looking like he was gritting his teeth, but not towards himself.

"Brother Fang?"

Fang Zichen took a breath, glanced at the table, changed the subject, and said, "How many are left?"

"Two."

"I'm going to check it at noon tomorrow. You can try to get it today or tomorrow morning. " Finished writing.

"I understand," Yang Mingyi said.

"Then I'll go back, good boy, and say goodbye to Uncle Yang."

Good boy stretched out his hand towards Yang Mingyi without saying a word, but Yang Mingyi hesitated. After a while, he walked over, his neck was hugged, and there was warmth on his face. The good boy gave him a sip on his face: "Yang Zhu, good boy loves you."

Yang Mingyi: "..."

Fang Zichen pinched He smiled with his soft little butt: "Why are you acting like a gangster?"

"No," the good boy now had an IQ of sixty. He clenched his little fist and said seriously: "Yang Zhu Piao Niang, good boy If you want to marry him in the future, kissing your husband is a sign of love."

Yang Mingyi: "..."

He was a little confused. When he came to his senses, he only heard Fang Zichen's teasing voice coming from outside the door.

"Ouch, you are so young, do you know what a husband is?"

"Yes, just like father and daddy, Yang Zhu will sleep with the good boy from now on, and call him good boy husband."

He said It was so beautiful that Fang Zichen almost laughed. He didn't take his words to heart and just thought he was playing house. After all, he was only three years old and his brain capacity was not as big as that of a pig.

He said, "How about my father save some money for you as a betrothal gift?"

"Okay~" The boy kissed him flatteringly and said, "I want two xiwen."

He couldn't even afford half a pig's leg for 20 wen.

He carried Guaizi to West Street, where he often bought meat. He was familiar with the owner of the pork stall. Now he wanted to go over and talk to him about pig blood and pig intestines, and buy two large tube bones by the way.

Li Da's meat-buying business has been good for more than ten years. A large number of regular customers usually kill two pigs every day. At this point in the past, there were only eight or nine kilograms of mixed meat left, but now half of it is left on the chopping board.

This is strange.

But what's even more strange is that Mr. Li is not here today, and the person selling meat is an older lady in her thirties.

From a distance, Fang Zichen saw her chopping bones. He didn't know whether it was the knife that cut iron like clay, or the elder sister who was as strong as an ox. When the knife went down, there was only a loud "bang" sound, and the bone as big as an arm was broken. For two, the big knife was firmly inserted on the chopping board.

What kind of power is this? !

People passing by saw this scene, even if it was not their first time, they couldn't help but trembled and walked away.

No one dared to approach within two meters of the meat stall.

Fang Zichen carried Guaizi over. The moment he turned from East Street into West Street, Li Yanmei spotted him.

There was nothing I could do about it, this little young man was dazzling, handsome and tall, and the passersby who passed by him were made to look like chickens and dogs, and it was difficult not to pay attention.

She said in a tight voice: "What do you want, young master?"

Now it was Fang Zichen's turn to shiver, feeling a little cold. He was not frightened by the knife just now, but now he was frightened.

"...I want to buy some big ribs."

Li Yanmei smiled like a flower: "Wait a moment, young master."

Fang Zichen was a little frightened.

Chapter 64

There was a basket under the chopping board, and the bones that were usually removed were placed in it. Li Yanmei picked two out: "Young Master, are these two enough?"

Fang Zichen stared at the bones on the chopping board and was speechless. .

What kind of knife skills is this? !

Or have you chewed this bone before? Why is it so clean?

The drum bones were clean and there were no strands of meat as big as a fly's leg.

"...That's enough."

Li Yanmei tied him up with two straws and asked, "Did the young master take it back to feed the dog?" "

..." Feeling understood, Fang Zichen pointed out She said to the good boy: "Feed my son, I want to make some soup for him."

Li Yanmei was flirtatious, but she was thick-skinned. After chatting for half a second, she turned around and praised the good boy. She first asked him how old he was, and then said Fang Zichen The young son is so big and powerful. He said that the boy is cute and well-behaved. He praised him and started not to speak human words again.

Fang Zichen felt so comfortable when she said this.

"It's just a little short."

Fang Zichen: "..."

If you can speak, speak more.

The good boy was not happy after hearing this, pouted and said: "The good boy is not short, but the child is small. When the good boy grows up and becomes a man, the good boy will be tall." "

His little boy, Li Yanmei couldn't stop laughing after hearing this. Just as she was about to tease him, a voice came from the backyard, and a little girl ran out holding two buns and stood beside her obediently.

Li Yanmei patted her head and said to Fang Zichen: "My daughter, Jiaojiao, is about the same age as your son, a little over three years old."

Fang Zichen didn't believe it.

This little girl...well, he was too embarrassed to describe it. It was a bit cruel to put words such as tall and sturdy on a little girl, but it was really apt. If Li Damei said that about her, He believed it even when he was nine years old.

Jiaojiao has a bun on her left hand and a bun on her right hand. These buns should be made at home. They are bigger than those sold at bun shops. They are like a plate. She is soaked in both rain and dew. She takes a bite from the left and a bite from the right. In between sentences, The two big buns are about to be eaten.

She ate too much and looked a little bit fat.

If someone is fat, she will look squishy, ​​and every time she pokes a hole, Jiaojiao is different. She is a real person, and she is also fat. She can be said to be "strong and powerful".

Fang Zichen was speechless. He insisted on saying something, so he could only say, "His grandma has legs."

He thought he didn't pay much attention, but today when someone said that Guaizi was short, he took it seriously. As a result, all the three-year-old children appeared around him, and all of them were taller than Guaizi.

The Jiaojiao buns were so delicious that she even licked her fingers after eating them. Li Yanmei looked on looking very worried.

Nowadays, men consider girls to be petite and delicate, and girls who are stronger than men are really unbearable.

In the past, when neighbors saw Jiaojiao, they would always look disgusted and regretful, saying how her daughter had such a good character and that she was afraid she was born in the wrong child and would find it difficult to marry in the future.

Who would any ordinary man dare to want her?

With such a body shape at the age of three, wouldn't it look like a hill when he grows up? She slapped him in the face of an ordinary quarrel, and he was afraid that he would have to go directly to the Lord of Hell to find his ancestors.

Jiaojiao raised her head and said in a rough voice: "Mom, I want to eat two more buns."

Li Yanmei: "..."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen is really convinced by this little girl. . It would be difficult for him to kill two such big buns at once!

He touched Guaizi's head. Li Yanmei saw that he had been silent since Jiaojiao came out. She just thought that he looked down on her daughter like those others. After taking a closer look, she found that Fang Zichen didn't have any dislike in his eyes, on the contrary. Yes, I seem to be a little envious and jealous.

Envy?

What are you envious of?

Li Yanmei asked: "Young Master, do you want anything else?"

"Bring me another pound of ribs!" Fang Zichen just finished speaking when his vision suddenly dimmed.

"I'll do it." A voice ten times thicker than Jiaojiao interrupted.

"Father." Jiaojiao shouted happily.

Li Yanmei looked like she was being scolded, but she also seemed embarrassed and said, "Damn it, why are you here?" "

..." Fang Zichen looked over and happened to catch the other person's gaze.

The man grinned his big white teeth, took the knife handed over by Li Damei, and asked Fang Zichen: "Young master, do you want to help you cut it?"

He was indeed a delicate father, a tiger father without a dog daughter.

This man is really too strong, with a bulging chest, a Chinese-character face, and eyebrows like two fat caterpillars.

This height is estimated to be 1.99 meters.

There were few people like him in Fu'an Town. Fang Zichen realized that this person was probably Wu Song's cousin.

"Are you the tiger-fighting hero?"

"Yeah!" The tiger-fighting hero said, "Young master, you don't have to call me that. I'm sorry, my name is Lin Xiaoxia."

Fang Zichen was startled and asked, "Which little one?"

Lin Xiaoxia exited. If the knife is magical, he cut a rib, cut out a little bit, and weighed the remaining side, no more, no less, exactly one pound. He said: "The size is small."

Fang Zichen: "... "

You guys are really good at naming names.

One competes with the other Zhuang, one is called Jiaojiao, and the other is called Xiaoxia.

I'm done with it.

The identities of these two people came to light. They were the couple who lived next door to Shopkeeper Yang.

Fang Zichen thought of business and asked, "Is Uncle Li here? I want to talk to him about something."

Li Yanmei said, "My father went to the house of my second uncle's son's cousin's daughter to have a wedding banquet."

Needless to say, So detailed.

Fang Zichen said 'Oh'.

Li Yanmei smiled and said, "If you have anything to do, you can tell me."

Fang Zichen had no choice but to make another trip. When he mentioned the matter, Li Yanmei patted her chest and said, "This is nothing, pig blood intestines." People don't usually buy them. If you want them, I'll keep them for you."

"Okay." Fang Zichen wanted to go back. He had bought ribs before, which were cheaper than meat. They cost ten cents a pound, even though they were two ribs. It was as smooth as silk, but it should cost a few cents. He asked if he wanted to give it money, but Li Yanmei said no.

Fang Zichen frowned: "How can this work?"

Li Yan smiled: "We don't sell these big bones, and no one buys them. We just throw them away."

Living in the town requires money to do anything. .

Every month when I poop or pee, I have to pay twenty or thirty cents for night fragrance, not to mention firewood.

Who's too rich to buy this crap and go back to cook it?

Even if it can't be chewed, the dog won't eat it.

She said this, and Fang Zichen planned to pay her ten cents, but who knew that Li Yanmei started to become indifferent again.

"And you are so handsome. Not to mention a few bones, even the meat sister wants to give it to you for free. Come and sit at home often when you have time in the future. Recently, I will help my father sell meat here. He likes to go to Lao Feng's house at noon. Qi'er, you can do that."

This naked hint made Fang Zichen pause in his hand.

What kind of hatred is this? In front of your husband, you want me to fall into such an unkind and unjust place.

His heart seemed to be jumping to his ears, beating loudly and deafeningly. His neck was stiff and he turned back. Lin Xiaoxia's ribs had been chopped and wrapped in oil paper and placed on the chopping board. He took them out from nowhere. A whetstone, currently sharpening the knife.

While sharpening the knife, he smiled at Fang Zichen. The bulging muscles in his arms seemed to burst his clothes.

The knife had just cut the ribs and ribs, and there was a sharp cold light on the blade. It still looked sharp. I sharpened the knife in front of him, fearing that the drunkard was not interested in drinking.

This is shocking him!

Is Fang Zichen afraid?

Definitely not.

He smiled at him, calmly handed over ten coins, took the ribs and ribs, and left.

Li Yanmei chased after two steps and stretched her head to look, as if she was reluctant to give up: "This young master is really handsome! He is tall and has long legs. Look at him walking so fast that he seems to be flying."

She had a loud voice, and Fang Zichen Before I walked far, I listened.

He walks fast not because his legs are long, but because he cherishes his life.

Li Yanmei reluctantly withdrew her gaze: "If this young master were left at home and looked at him every meal, I could eat two more bowls."

"Every man is prettier than you," Lin Xiaoxia glanced at her and said, "You Don't you feel ashamed? Do you think your waist is not thick enough? "

Li Yanmei ignored this and said, "Master, if you were as good as the young master, I wouldn't have done it at the beginning. I want you to give me so many gifts."

Lin Xiaoxia snorted and said to her: "If I want to be as good as him, why did I still like you in the first place?"

This man slapped his nose in the face and couldn't resist. , Li Yanmei let out a 'poof', put her hands on her hips, and said, "It sounds like I'm a terrible woman. When I was at the peak of my eighteenth appearance, people who wanted to marry me were lined up from West Street to East Street."

" Want some face!" Lin Xiaoxia stopped and exposed it unceremoniously: "I heard the matchmaker said that as long as you sell meat, no young man will dare to sell it, for fear that you will be hungry and thirsty, and the overlord will force him to do it. After killing them, my father-in-law's pork was not sold at that time. The matchmaker came to me and begged me to help the people again, otherwise I would come to your house. What a joke!"

This is not very harmful, but it is extremely insulting! Qiang, the two quarreled in the street.

The vendor next to him was not surprised and just sighed.

When Brother Zhao came back from the vegetable field, he didn't take any rest. He first washed the pot and steamed the rice, then took the cornmeal he bought and started grinding it in the yard.

It's always inconvenient to do it alone. After pushing a few times, you have to stop and add noodles to the grinding eye. After working for a while, someone shouted outside.

"Zhao, Uncle Zhao~"

Brother Zhao knew Xiaofeng as soon as he heard it. He was a little surprised and came to the gate of the courtyard. Xiaofeng stood outside with a bundle of firewood on his back.

"Xiao Feng, why are you here?" Brother Zhao asked in confusion: "Is there something wrong?"

Xiao Feng stuttered: "I, I picked up firewood, firewood, delivered to you, delivered."

It's hot now, In addition, the surrounding area of ​​his home was remote and there was no one outside. Brother Zhao pulled him in, took the firewood and put it aside, wondering: "Why did you suddenly send me firewood?"

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Chapter 65

Xiaofeng's stepfather, Liu Gouziyan, doesn't allow him to play and always gives him a lot of work to do.

Brother Zhao had met him several times before when he went to collect firewood in the mountains, and he became familiar with him after two visits.

Xiaofeng worked a lot, and one person could stand up to two men, but Liu Gouzi was not only strict but also demanding. He was only allowed to work but not play, and he was not even given much food.

All the edible wild fruits outside the mountains were swept away by the village children. Unable to find anything to eat, he ran deep into the mountains.

The untrodden mountains and old forests are very dangerous. Not to mention children, even adults dare not enter. But once people are hungry to a certain level, they dare to do anything and risk their lives.

There was a lot to eat in the mountains. He picked wild fruits and would often give some to Brother Zhao and Guaizi.

Guaizi was good with him. He even went to his house to play with him. Unfortunately, he was discovered by Liu Gouzi and chased him away with a broom several times. Guaizi didn't dare to go there anymore.

Xiaofeng is busy every day and wears tattered clothes. He is not from the village. He is afraid of being disliked and does not often walk in the village. He has a good relationship with Brother Zhao, but after Brother Zhao followed Fang Zichen, the two never met again. He even They won't come to you on their own initiative.

Xiaofeng lowered his head and whispered: "Fang Shujin, give me chickens and eggs today."

After eating someone else's eggs, he has to show something. He is not someone who just forgets after getting good.

He didn't dare to pick up the vegetables at home without authorization, and he didn't have much to gain. After much deliberation, he went to the mountains to chop a bundle of firewood.

Farmers cannot live without firewood.

After hearing the whole story, Brother Zhao smiled and said, "Did I see your Uncle Fang this morning?"

"Yes!"

"I'm grinding noodles, can you help me for a while?" Brother Zhao asked.

Firewood is not worth much in the village. It is everywhere in the mountains. How can a bundle of firewood be worth an egg? Xiaofeng couldn't wait for it! Otherwise I always feel embarrassed.

He was young, and his arms were covered with a layer of skin, so he couldn't push the stone mill. Brother Zhao was not a step-uncle, so he asked him to help make noodles.

The cornmeal was ground and the rice in the pot was steamed. Brother Zhao filled a large bowl and wrapped it in vegetable leaves and handed it to Xiaofeng. Xiaofeng refused to take it. He wanted to run out but was grabbed by Brother Zhao. Seize: "I still have jobs to ask for your help in the future. If you don't want me, I won't dare to scream anymore."

Xiaofeng was silent for a while, then reached out and took it: "Thank you, thank you, Uncle Zhao."

" Well, next time you come over, I will steam buns for you."

There was an open space outside the fence. It was not big. It had been vacant for several years and some weeds had grown. Brother Zhao went back to the house and took a hoe to dig.

The land here is barren, so it's not possible to grow corn and peanuts, but you can grow some mustard greens.

Mustard greens are very long. Just scatter the seeds and they will grow well without any care. Mustard greens are bitter and people in the village don't eat them very much, but they are best for pickling and sour.

Fang Zichen likes sour and spicy food, so he grows some and can pickle it in two months and save it for winter consumption.

...

As the evening approached, Fang Zichen came back with his darling in his arms.

It was inconvenient to carry things while holding a child on the road, so Fang Zichen directly let the boy sit on his shoulders. He must have still had a childlike innocence and played with the boy all the way.

He acted as a motorcycle by himself, and the boy acted as the rider, holding his ears. When the boy leaned to the left, Fang Zichen rushed to the left, and made the sound of stepping on the accelerator of the motorcycle in conjunction with him, and kept walking in a straight line. When we arrived at the entrance of the village, we were sweating profusely.

He ran so fast that the boy found it exciting. He kept laughing, but he soon became extremely happy and sad.

Fang Zichen had just stepped through the courtyard door with his front foot, when a thud from his back foot came from above his head.

The boy's forehead hit the door frame. The sound was so loud that Brother Zhao heard it. He stopped his hoe and looked over.

Fang Zichen quickly took the boy down. The boy's forehead was red, and it looked like he had been hit hard.

Under Brother Zhao's indescribable gaze, he felt more guilty than distressed: "Er smash, are you okay?"

The good boy was dizzy from being hit, and he wanted to cry in pain, but he realized that he was a man, a brave man, not afraid of pain. pain.

The little hand touched his forehead, and he looked up and said, "Father, if you blow it, it won't hurt the bird."

Fang Zichen blew it for him, and the good boy touched it again by himself, as if he had taken some magic medicine, everything was fine, he smiled. He ran towards Brother Zhao: "Dad, my dear boy will help you with the work."

The soil that was turned over was full of grass roots. These must be picked out, otherwise they will grow back on their own in a few days. This dear boy's work The child is so dry that he will pull out earthworms when he sees them and want to feed them to the chickens.

The chicks are too young to eat, but the hens can.

Fang Zichen carried the meat into the kitchen. After Zhao Geer steamed the meal, he cleaned the pot and just added some water, cut off the bones and put them in.

It takes a long time to make soup from big bones, and soon the essence will not come out.

There is no feed these days, and most of the pigs in the village are fed with pig grass. The pigs do not grow very fast, and it takes more than a year to be ready for slaughter. Therefore, the bones are very hard. Fang Zichen knocked it with the back of a knife two or three times, but could not break it.

There was a clanging sound in the kitchen. Even if the house was demolished, there couldn't be such a big fight. Brother Zhao threw down the hoe and ran to look, and saw Fang Zichen staring at the cracked chopping board.

Fang Zichen turned around and said: "Brother Zhao, where did you buy this chopping board? This time."

Brother Zhao: "..."

This chopping board is a finger thick and the wood is made of good quality. What's the point?

The movement just now was as thick as a melon seed on the head, so I'm afraid it wasn't even made.

Although the bones of the tube were clean, the soup was still a little oily. Fang Zichen watched the boy finish the small bowl in person. Satisfied, he touched his head and said, "Son, work hard. "Mi Ba is not a dream."

"Yeah!" The bone soup is delicious and not greasy at all. Guaizi has never eaten anything good, so he doesn't choose anything, as long as he can eat it. He puffed up his chest and said, "Guaizi." You have to be taller than the tiger-fighting hero."

Fang Zichen smiled: "That's not necessary." It's too tall to be scary.

Brother Zhao asked: "Last time you said you would practice three days a month, and you practiced it twice. When do you plan to take a break for the last time?"

This month was about to pass in a few days, and Fang Zichen asked: "The day after tomorrow, what happened?"

Brother Zhao bit the tip of the chopsticks, rubbed the rim of the bowl with his thumb, and said softly: "Last time you said you had to go to the Yamen to apply for household registration after a break." If the deed of sale is not valid for a day, he will be in trouble all day long. Fang Zichen has completed the household registration, and they also It's a real family.

Fang Zichen didn't think much about it: "Yeah! What's wrong?"

"You have to find the village chief as a guarantor for this matter," Brother Zhao took a breath and said, "Bring two kilograms of meat back tomorrow night and deliver it to the village chief."

When asking for help, you can't go empty-handed. Fang Zichen understood: "I understand."

Brother Zhao warned: "Buy the fat ones."

Fang Zichen likes to pick the thin ones when buying meat, but it takes ten and a half months for the villagers to see the meat. , I usually put a few drops in when cooking. My stomach is very short of oil, and most people like to eat fatty meat.

The next night, Fang Zichen carried a piece of white meat to the village chief's house.

Wang Damei was happy to see him. Before the village chief came back, Fang Zichen chatted with her for a while and then went into the house to visit the old man.

The room was not very well ventilated, and people ate, drank, and had sex in it. Even if it was cleaned, it still had a bit of a smell. Fang Zichen could smell it, but his face remained normal. This man liked to chatter when he was old. The old man asked him to sit on the edge of the bed and ask a bunch of miscellaneous questions.

Fang Zichen was good at reading, obedient, and good at coaxing people. When he was not wearing clothes, his grandma liked him very much. After chatting with him for a while, the old man was so coaxed that he was so happy that he laughed so hard that his eyes were blinded.

The old man has been depressed and depressed since he broke his leg. He can't get excited when talking to anyone. Now he laughs like this. Wang Damei heard it outside the house and just felt like it was amazing.

The village chief and He Xi came back from the fields just before dark. Fang Zichen was thirsty after chatting with the old man. He also felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach and felt nauseous. He told the village chief and wanted to leave.

"Are you hungry?" the village chief asked him.

"No."

"Then why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"I'm in a hurry." Fang Zichen said, "I really want to do it."

Village chief: "..."

...

According to modern time, it's nine o'clock in the Yamen He just started working on things. On this day of rest, the village chief drove an ox cart to take him to the town. There were also a few bundles of firewood on the cart, and he gave some to the buyers. Fang Zichen leaned on him. He was quite sleepy at first, but the cart was jolted. , even after sitting on it several times, he still couldn't get used to it.

Maybe it's because my butt is more delicate!

he thought.

The village chief was a little nervous along the way. Although he is a village chief, he doesn't meet with officials a few times throughout the year.

The people he dealt with the most were the soldiers sent by the Yamen to collect grain from the villages every autumn.

Just like that, he was always trembling with fear when facing others.

For example, when a small clerk wants to meet the big boss, he is so nervous that his palms are sweating.

People are afraid of officials!

The village chief was so nervous that Fang Zichen was afraid that he would come over to him: "Uncle,

are you nervous?" The village chief slapped the cow's butt with a small branch, turned around and glanced at him: "A little, aren't you afraid?"

Fang Zichen shook his head: "Not afraid. Ah! "

He doesn't know why he should be afraid. He has not committed any crime, he respects the old and loves the young, he is a good man, and he has a bad psychological quality. Why should he be afraid?

Only those with a guilty conscience should be afraid when meeting an official!

The village chief sold firewood and took Fang Zichen to the Yamen. Fang Zichen walked leisurely in the courtyard, as if parading through the streets.

He had already inquired about it. The person in the yamen who specialized in household registration and paperwork was Lao Wang, whom contemporary men were very wary of.

...

Lao Wang was busy working when a sound came from outside.

"Old Wang, I'm here to see you."

Fang Zichen came in from the door with his hands behind his back, as if he was leading an inspection.

Lao Wang was happy to see him.

Although his name is Lao Wang, he is actually only in his thirties. He is a beautiful man. He loves to go to Zuixiaolou to work, and he hooked up with Fang Zichen every time he went there.

Fang Zichen can brag, and he can talk about people from all over the world. It's very pleasant to chat with him. Although this person sometimes speaks in a way that makes people hate him, it's rare.

"Why are you here?" Lao Wang asked, "Aren't you going to work today?"

Fang Zichen said, "I'm here to apply for household registration documents, and by the way, I can cancel my husband's contract of sale."

"Oh!" Lao Wang's eyes fell on the village. "Who is this?"

"It's the village chief!" Fang Zichen replied: "The guarantor."

The village chief was very cautious: "Hello, sir."

Lao Wang nodded, without asking any more questions, and said: "Then you will wait a moment. "

The village chief didn't dare to move and planned to just stand. Fang Zichen didn't want to stand and wait. He pulled up a stool opposite Lao Wang and sat down without any courtesy, as if he was careless.

Lao Wang just glanced at him and said nothing.

Chapter 66:

Documentary household registration is also done quickly. This thing is similar to a modern household registration book. Lao Wang can answer whatever he asks, but it only takes a stick of incense.

Fang Zichen collected the documents and asked, "How much money is it?"

"Two hundred and eighty yuan," Lao Wang said.

Fang Zichen took out the money and said, "Don't cheat me!"

Hearing this, the village chief almost breathed out.

Lao Wang glared at him angrily: "Look at what you said, what kind of person am I? For the sake of getting acquainted, I only charge you for ink and paper, and the handwork fee is not included. Others don't pay five or six hundred Wen, you can't even get out of this door."

Fang Zichen started to behave well after getting an advantage, and patted Lao Wang on the shoulder: "Lao Wang, I really saw you right. A selfless, honest and kind-hearted person like you is rare these days, love. I fell in love with you."

Lao Wang didn't agree with him: "Don't come here."

"It's true, good people go to heaven after death, and bad people go to hell." Fang Zichen said, "A hundred years later. I will remember to burn some gold and silver treasures for you."

Village chief: "..."

Lao Wang: "..."

Lao Wang wanted to kick him: "Get out of

here !" Let's go." Fang Zichen said.

Lao Wang was not really angry and waved his hand: "Next time you have time, come to my house for tea."

"Okay!"

Fang Zichen said yes, but had no intention of actually going. Let's not say whether this was a polite word or not. Lao Wang's family left Zuixiao Tower is far away! It didn't matter that they were riding in a carriage, but it didn't matter that he had to rely on two legs to go everywhere.

Besides, Lao Wang's tea is not made from fairy water. Is it worth running away? If you have time to go so far to drink tea, go back and tease Brother Zhao, you and me, you and I, when you are deeply in love, give a pop and touch your face, doesn't it smell good?

After this experience, the village chief Fang Zichen was so impressed that he fell to the ground.

He has wide connections and courage. If an ordinary person said something like that, he would probably be in jail by now.

Uncle Liu passed away two days ago. Last night he specially came to the house to tell Brother Zhao that he should go there on the day of the funeral.

Fang Zichen is not related to He Da Leng's family, but funerals and happy events are a big deal in the village. People from the same village, no matter what the relationship, have to help.

When he went out today, Brother Zhao asked him to buy some paper money and go back. The village chief also went to the coffin shop to buy things for He Daleng's family, and the two of them walked together.

As soon as they entered the door, the owner of the coffin shop came up to them and introduced them to the things. This ancient craftsmanship is really skillful, and the horse sedan and the little maid cut it lifelike.

Fang Zichen originally admired it, but when he thought it was for dead people, he stopped appreciating it. After buying the paper money and standing aside, the boss came over and said with a smile: "Young master, do you still remember me?"

Fang Zichen nodded: "Yes. Ah! You went to Zuixialou for dinner last time.

"Hey," the boss said with a smile, "I've been paying attention to you for a long time.

" !

Fang Zichen was stunned.

You're a coffin seller, why are you paying attention to me?

"I have a niece who is eighteen years old," the boss said. "She is beautiful and hard-working. She knows how to wash and cook. She works in the fields..."

"Stop, stop, stop," the feeling is to give When he introduced his partner, Fang Zichen couldn't stand listening anymore and told the truth: "I already have a husband."

"It's okay, it's okay to be a small one!"

I can't do it with her!

Fang Zichen wanted to shake his head and refuse, but the boss smiled. In his opinion, there is no way for a charming and soft girl to be as tough as a brother. He said: "Besides, what man doesn't have three wives and four concubines? He always gets tired of one." Sometimes, it's time to change your taste!"

What kind of scumbag quote is this?

If this boss were left in a place like the Daughter's Country, I'm afraid he would have to be dragged away and shot!

Fang Zichen was a little speechless. Besides, who are these people who have three wives and four concubines? Either he has a distinguished family background, or he is either rich or noble. He is now a common man and a strong man. In this era when human life is so fragile, it would be good if he is not captured and used as cannon fodder. How about having three wives and four concubines? ! Are you still dreaming?

Moreover, a truly attractive man only has one wife by his side and only replaces tires on broken cars.

Brother Zhao is well-behaved, gentle and considerate, and he is completely devoted to him. He is already quite satisfied.

Fang Zichen declined politely: "One is enough for me. I can't afford more."

"Are you kidding me? The young master is on duty at Zuixiao Tower. He must earn several taels of silver a month. He can't support anyone in the backyard! "

The boss didn't give up. Although businessmen are humble in this world, they can make money! Isn't it better than guarding those acres of thin fields? It was not easy for his small coffin shop to take root in the town. Zuixiaolou is a famous restaurant in Fu'an town. The bosses of the casino and shipping company have friendships with Yang Mutao, the owner of Zuixiaolou. Shopkeeper Yang is old. I heard that Yang Mutao planned to let Fang Zichen take over from Shopkeeper Yang. If Fang Zichen married his girl, she would definitely be able to help him in the future.

Now I finally got a chance to talk, and the boss spared no effort in persuading me.

Fang Zichen was scared, so he told the village chief and went directly to the bullock cart outside to wait.

Back in Xiaohe Village, Brother Zhao was not at home. He went to He Daleng's house to help before him. Fang Zichen put away the household registration documents before heading to He Daleng's house.

Brother Zhao was helping wash vegetables in the yard. Relatives from far away would come to pay their respects later and they had to prepare meals. A large group of brothers and women were busy. As soon as Fang Zichen arrived outside the courtyard gate, Brother Zhao saw him. He wiped his hands and came over: "Have you completed the household registration?"

"Yes!" Fang Zichen replied.

Fang Sanshao didn't know much about the funerals of the ancients, so Brother Zhao asked him to follow Hexi to help. He worked until noon, when the mage came, chanted mantras, beat drums, danced around the coffin, and then began to mourn. .

Crying in mourning has always been done by the family members of the deceased, but the mage said that the more people crying, the better, so Fang Zichen was pulled over by Hexi.

They knelt on the left side of the coffin, and the brother and the girl knelt on the right side of the coffin, facing each other.

The women opposite were still chatting at first. After the Master sprinkled a handful of glutinous rice, it was time for mourning.

The women suddenly started crying, loudly, and talking at the same time.

I can't hear it clearly, it's babbling, it's like singing. Some people cried with grief and grief, and some even stamped their feet, beat their chests, and grabbed the ground with their heads.

Fang Zichen was stunned and admired so much.

But he couldn't cry. He had never seen the dead old man, and he had no emotion at all. Now he was kneeling in front of the coffin, and he only said those words: "This man has gone on a yellow crane, and there are many living people left here." . '

Furthermore, Fang Sanshao has had a smooth life since he was a child. He is the youngest in the family, and his adoptive parents want to help him fight with a tank if he wants a star. He has never encountered anything sad or painful, and it is even more impossible to cry.

Fang Zichen was in a dilemma now.

Everyone was crying. It seemed a little unreasonable not to cry. I didn't know that this was going to happen before. Chili Pepper was not prepared, and pinching his thigh was not very good. He can tolerate pain... It's really Barbie Q. .

Hexi sobbed and wiped her tears, bumped him with her elbow: "Hurry up and cry!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Brother Zhao knelt opposite him and saw him looking around, his eyes rolling for a moment, and then he raised his sleeves to cover his face. When he put his hands down again, his eyes were watery, and tears were hanging on his lower eyelashes, and they couldn't fall off. It seemed like he had been greatly wronged.

Brother Zhao had already shed a few tears, but now they were even more intense.

After crying for more than ten minutes, the Master shouted to stop and asked someone to carry the coffin.

According to custom, the body should be kept at home for seven days, but now that the weather is hot, it can only be carried out and buried early.

Brother Zhao took Fang Zichen to the backyard of the He family. He felt heartbroken when he saw that the end of his eyes and the tip of his nose were still red.

"Why are you crying?"

He knew Fang Zichen's virtues. The young master's temperament has always been smooth and he has never suffered any grievances. He is even very coquettish in some things. He would rather bleed and sweat than shed tears. Today But his son cried, he was worried.

"Can you stop crying?" Fang Zichen complained: "My fucking nose hairs are about to be plucked out."

The perception of the eyes and nose are controlled by the same trigeminal nerve, so the stimulation of the two is often connected, so plucking Tears will flow when the nose is hairy.

Brother Zhao: "..."

He punched Fang Zichen in a funny and angry way, and Fang Zichen pinched his wrist. He felt that Brother Zhao was sometimes like Aunt Rong, either he liked to pinch people or he liked to hit them.

Fortunately, Brother Zhao is not like Li Yanmei. Otherwise, if he were to cry in mourning today, it would be someone else's turn to cry in mourning for him tomorrow. All the guests who came for dinner at noon had arrived. The courtyard of He's family was originally quite spacious, but after He Da's two sons grew up and married their wives, they couldn't live in the same place, so they built two more adobe houses, occupying half of the courtyard. There will barely be enough room for eight/nine tables. Tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks are all borrowed from the village. There are many people coming, and those who don't have enough seats will have to wait for the next round.

The village chief registered at the entrance of the courtyard. Who brought what and what gifts were given. These must be recorded. When it is someone else's turn in the future, they must be given according to this.

The people in the village are not rich, most of them earn more than ten or twenty cents, and there are some deductions, so they pick some vegetables they grow at home.

This simple matter is a bit more particular, but for happy events, most people come with meat and eggs.

Brother Zhao didn't want to stand out, but Fang Zichen's money was too high and the payment was too low. People in the village would say that they had deducted too much money, and they were afraid that some people would say that they were arrogant. After thinking about it, Brother Zhao just took thirty coins. The gift.

No merit, no fault.

He Da Leng's family ordered half of the pigs in town. When the banquet started, there were four dishes on the table. Pork stewed with vermicelli was the big one, followed by tofu and eggplant, and the rest were vegetarian dishes. The rice was cooked with brown rice mixed with other cereals, and Fang Zichen shared a table with seven other men.

The men in the village are all generous when eating, and they eat as soon as they pick up the bowl, but now they are all a little reserved. Fang Zichen sits upright, like a young master, and is polite. They are embarrassed to embarrass themselves in front of others, and they all want to He tried to hold as much as he could, but Fang Zichen cooked the rice even more vigorously than them, as if he had been hungry for eight hundred years, and he was so fast when he was eating.

Seeing them all looking at him blankly, Fang Zichen stopped his chopsticks and said in a master's tone: "Eat them all! What are you looking at me for? You can eat whatever you want, you're welcome, just treat it like your own home." "

Big men:"..."

I'm afraid you have forgotten, you are also here to have a feast!"

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Brown rice was really unpalatable, and I couldn't even swallow it. After one bowl of rice, Fang Zichen felt that his neck had grown three centimeters, but it was a shameful waste, and in the end there was not a grain of rice left in his bowl.

He Da was stunned and walked over in his mourning clothes and asked him if he wanted to add more. Fang Zichen quickly refused.

It's about 2:30 now. It will be at least 3 or 4 when everyone has finished eating. The guests have left, and the table has to be cleared, the dishes washed, and the borrowed things have to be returned one by one. Brother Zhao still has to stay. The He family helped:

"You go back first, the good boy is with Aunt Liu."

Fang Zichen said 'hmm', it was noisy at the moment, and there were even a few girls who kept looking at him, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and twisted after just one glance. I turned around and muttered a few words to my friends.

80% of them are saying that he is handsome!

Brother Zhao moved and blocked the sight of several girls by adjusting his collar. Fang Zichen noticed it, pinched his nose and smiled: "Okay, I'll go back first."

Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu When you get older, you generally don't go there for free things. People in the village are superstitious. The elderly and children are weak and have weak yang energy, so it is easy for them to get dirty things.

Guai Zai and Liu Liu were playing in the yard, and Fang Zichen was discovered by him as soon as he arrived outside the yard gate.

"Father~"

Fang Zichen touched his head, and when he saw the wandering eyes, he also touched his head.

"What are you doing?"

Guaizi, still holding a small wooden stick in his hand, replied: "Studying."

"Oh, hey, you are so diligent, you are such a good boy."

Guaizi was happy.

Aunt Liu heard his voice coming out of the main room: "Here comes Mr. Fang."

"Yes!"

Aunt Liu greeted him: "Come in and sit down."

There were no snacks at home, so she grabbed a handful of peanuts and put them on the table: "Let's have something to play with. "Thank you, Aunt Liu .

" Fang Zichen pinched two peanuts and fed them to the two little tails following him.

"Are there many people coming to the He family today?" Aunt Liu asked.

"There are quite a lot." Fang Zichen said: "About a dozen tables!"

The He family has been rooted in Xiaohe Village for generations. The ancestral graves can occupy more than half of the hilltop. There are a lot of girls who have married outside. Now when I go out, I can grab any one on the road and slap them. He slapped him: "What the hell do you have to do with He Da Leng?"

"I am the son-in-law of He Da Leng's cousin's daughter. What the hell do you have a problem with?" We

are all close friends from all over the country. Untouchable.

After chatting for a while, Uncle Liu came back lamely with a pumpkin in his arms. When he saw Fang Zichen, he smiled and said that he came just in time. He would cook the pumpkin in the evening and let him stay and eat together.

The He family provided dinner, but Brother Zhao didn't come back to eat, and Fang Zichen didn't bother to open the fire. Of course, the main reason was that he didn't know how to cook.

He happily agreed: "Okay!"

Some firewood was pushed into the yard, but it hadn't been chopped yet. Brother Zhou was busy, and the two old men couldn't do the heavy work now, so Fang Zichen directly helped to chop it.

When the ax went down, the thigh-thick wooden stake split into two halves. Uncle Liu praised him for doing such a good job.

The two children clapped their hands aside and exclaimed that it was awesome. The yard was bustling with activity, and it was a scene different from the past.

Aunt Liu looked at it for a few times, and she was happy and wanted to stir-fry more vegetables. However, her cooking skills were really worrying. There was no meat at home, so she deliberately put more oil in the stir-fry, but she didn't know what she was doing. No matter how it was fried, there was a strong smell of smoke in the dish.

The pumpkin was cut into small pieces and boiled directly. It was glutinous and quite sweet. Seeing that Fang Zichen seemed to like it very much and picked the pumpkin to eat, Aunt Liu said: "There are a lot of them planted in the ground this year. If you like to eat them, you can go directly to the ground in the future." "Pick."

This pumpkin is grown in a corn field, with corn growing on top and pumpkin growing on the bottom. In the past, when there was no food at home, we would eat pumpkins, sweet potatoes and other things to satisfy our hunger. Now the conditions are better and the food is barely enough, but after all, we are farmers and cherish it. The land was reluctant to leave the corn fields empty. As a result, too much was planted, and when it was ripe, a large area was ripe, and it was impossible to eat. Many of them were gnawed by rats and rotted in the ground.

"Yeah!" Fang Zichen picked up a piece of pumpkin and was about to put it in his mouth. Aunt Liu said: "Sows also like to eat this pumpkin, but it's a pity that they don't raise it at home."

Fang Zichen: "..."

After that, life continued as usual. , Fang Zichen and Zhao Geer worked together every day, and the He family's affairs were like an interlude. However, in the courtyard that day, many people said hello to Fang Zichen, thinking that he was a very good person and could talk about everything. He didn't look down on them even though he didn't know much about the dirty work that day, but he still stood by and helped.

Fang Zichen went to work during the day, and when he was not busy at noon, he went upstairs to give lectures to Yang Mingyi. Brother Zhao's blood sausage business began to get on track.

Farming is busy at this time. It is the hottest time of the year and people get up early to make blood sausage. Fang Zichen is a typical person who has difficulty getting up. He yawned when he saw him doing the enema. He has to go to work during the day. In just a few days, right now He was in trouble. Brother Zhao was very distressed and refused to let him help. He didn't want to, so Brother Zhao had to do less. He could buy more than 100 yuan a day, and after taking into account the cost, he could still make 90 yuan. Duowen is pretty good.

When the weather gets colder in winter and things don't stink easily, you can do it at noon or at night, and you should be able to earn more than you do now.

Fang Zichen will take the county exam in February next year. If he passes it, he will have to go to Fucheng to take the prefectural exam in April. Things in Fucheng are no more expensive than in the town. He will definitely spend a lot of money by then. Now he has nothing at home. What a waste. When he woke up, he didn't even have one tael of money in his wallet, so Brother Zhao inevitably felt a little urgent.

The county examination requires eight-part essays, poems, classics, rhymes, policy essays, etc. Fang Zichen has to read a lot of books, work, and teach students. He works hard, and Brother Zhao has no time to spare. Go, come back after selling the blood sausages, and still have to chop wood, carry water, and wash clothes. He takes care of all the big and small things at home. Seeing that he is busy with others, the good boy also runs back and forth, carrying water. If not, he would dig up earthworms to feed the chickens, help clean the yard, wash clothes, and do whatever else he could.

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A salesman came to sell things in the village that day, and he brought two sets of tofu and some groceries.

Tofu is cheap, and many people are willing to buy some and stew it with cabbage.

In the past, there may have been people who were worried and reluctant to buy it for just a few pennies, but now the farm is busy, the whole family is very busy, and all they do are manual labor, so they have to eat something good to replenish their body, otherwise they will collapse.

Brother Zhou ran fast and grabbed a few pieces of tofu. He was about to go back when he saw Guaizi coming alone, so he stayed to tease Guaizi for a while, and then gave him two pieces of tofu to take back.

The tofu was not expensive, only two cents a dollar, so Brother Zhao didn't let the boy give it back. He still had some lean meat at home, so he chopped it up and simmered it with the tofu.

Fang Zichen came back in the evening and saw that there were more dishes on the table. He asked about it and found out that the salesman came at noon. He didn't take it seriously. The tofu was well made and had a strong soybean flavor. He liked it when it was stewed with the meat. Until he was almost full, he said: "It would be better if I put some garlic chili sauce."

"What is garlic chili sauce?" Brother Zhao asked: "Is it chili? If you want to eat it, go to Brother Zhou's house I'll go buy some from him. "

The ones planted in the yard are all radishes and greens, but no peppers.

Fang Zichen shook his head: "No, it's much more delicious than chili peppers."

Brother Zhao was curious and asked.

Fang Zichen gave an overview, and Brother Zhao became interested as he listened, and said: "Husband, when I have time, I will buy a few kilograms from Brother Zhou and give it a try, okay?"

He made a small calculation, Fang Zichen looked regretful when he first said it. If he had found it, the other party would be happy, and he might even be able to sell it!

"It's up to you!" Fang Zichen gave him a piece of tofu with chopsticks and said, "Just do whatever you want, just don't get tired."

Both of them were very busy at work, and they were in a state of 'getting together less and leaving more', but As the saying goes, time is like water in a sponge, there will still be time if you squeeze it.

Fang Zichen always spares some time every day to flirt with Brother Zhao. He can speak dirty words smoothly and come out as soon as he opens his mouth. The ancients are implicit, "I love you" has to turn eight or nine turns before saying it, unlike Fang Zichen , "I love you, like a mouse loves rice" every day, Zhao Geer blushed and stared at him every time he heard this. He felt that Zhao Geer was flirting with him and ignored him, and he also felt that the other party was lustful. Welcome even if you are ashamed.

A few days ago, the old carpenter asked his two sons to deliver the bed ordered by Brother Zhao. It was 1.8 meters wide and made of pure wood with some small patterns carved on it.

The good boy rolled his little feet on it a few times and played for a while while being held and coaxed by Fang Zichen.

There was soon no sound in the room. Brother Zhao pursed his lips and stood outside the door, reluctant to enter.

He asked for sex before and said he wanted to give Fang Zichen a child. He was really not afraid at the time. After being rejected by Fang Zichen, he was even a little disappointed.

Fang Zichen used a bed to prevaricate him. As soon as he had money in his wallet, he couldn't wait to book a bed, but now he felt a little nervous for no reason.

"Brother Zhao, come in!"

Fang Zichen lay on his side on the bed, supporting his head with one hand, facing the door, shouting: "It's quiet in the middle of the night, and my husband is unbearably lonely. Brother Zhao, come quickly, let's discuss life." , Let's have an in-depth discussion!"

Brother Zhao's face turned red when he heard this, and he squeezed the corners of his clothes tightly, and Fang Zichen's laughter came from inside.

Brother Zhao slowed down and came to the bed with a somewhat stiff body.

Fang Zichen leaned on the bedside with his legs crossed. A small lamp was lit in the room. The warm yellow light fell on his face, as gentle as jade. He smiled and asked, "Are you scared?"

Brother Zhao said stiffly: " No."

Fang Zichen patted the place next to him and raised his eyebrows: "If you have the ability, come up."

Brother Zhao couldn't stand his arrogance, so he brought up the old matter again: "Didn't you say you treated me as a person before?

" Brother?" Serving the motherland, I don't think so much about love."

This was extremely shameless, and it sounded like nonsense. Brother Zhao curled his lips and said, "What about now?"

Fang Zichen moved over, pulled the person to the bed, and squeezed her. He pinched Brother Zhao's red face and said with a smile: "You are all I think about now, and all I think about is making sauce with you, making sauce with you."

"You gangster." Brother Zhao slapped his hand away, a little unhappy: "Have you done this to other girls before?"

This is an unjust accusation.

Fang Zichen immediately expressed his loyalty and said: "How is it possible! Although I want to be good-looking, tall, rich, handsome, domineering, tall, rich and handsome, and have a lot of girls who have a crush on me, but your husband and I At that time, the flowers of Gaoling were not close to women. They could only be viewed from a distance and not played with. Moreover, ordinary people could not see them."

"What about now?" Brother Zhao asked dullly.

Fang Zichen coaxed him in a low voice: "Besides the shit in my eyes, you are the only one in my eyes now, my little sweetheart."

The corners of his lowered lips turned up again, and Brother Zhao deliberately pointed out: "Only me, no son?"

"This Don't talk nonsense, old man. "The weather is hot. The good boy is wearing a bellyband and sleeping soundly. I wonder if he dreamed of something delicious. His little pink mouth moved a few times. Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly: "I treat him like a lifeblood, so don't talk nonsense."

In modern times, he felt that his comments could be considered one of China's top ten best stepfathers.

He protects the good boy like his eyes, and just put him to sleep! But the good boy is also sensible. I don't know who gave him half a cucumber last time. He knew that Fang Zichen liked to eat this, so he didn't eat a bite. He hid it in his pocket and squatted at the entrance of the village waiting for Fang Zichen to finish work.

As soon as he saw Fang Zichen, he offered him a treasure, saying that he wanted to give his father some delicious food. Fang Zichen was moved to death on the spot.

Brother Zhao lay in his arms and kissed his Adam's apple gently. Fang Zichen's area was so sensitive that something seemed to explode in his body, and his blood boiled. Brother Zhao reached out to untie his clothes. But he grabbed him.

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Brother Zhao raised his eyes to look at him. Fang Zichen leaned down and kissed him gently on the forehead. Then his thumb slid from the center of his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, the tip of his nose, and finally landed on Brother Zhao's lips and gently rubbed it. Holding it carefully and cherishing it.

Brother Zhao smiled, his eyes focused on the person in front of him, and there was a hint of obvious nervousness in his smile.

He put his hands around Fang Zichen's neck, kissed him hard, opened his mouth and let Fang Zichen break in, closed his eyes and responded with the tip of his warm tongue.

Breathing gradually became heavier, and the figures illuminated by the warm light overlapped each other, as if they were hugging each other to death.

"Uh..."

Brother Zhao's whole body seemed to be on fire. It wasn't until the kiss was almost over that Fang Zichen let go of him. After their lips separated, he put his hands on Brother Zhao's sides, hanging on her He was looking at him steadily from a dozen centimeters above, with an expression on his face as if he wanted to eat someone, and in his eyes was a strong lust that could not be hidden.

Brother Zhao was panting rapidly, and his thin lips were red and swollen from being kissed. He originally looked well-behaved and delicate, but now when the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were dyed with a bright color, he looked extremely attractive.

Fang Zichen took a deep breath before turning over and lying on his side. The two of them faced each other sideways.

"...Forget it!" He restrained the raging desire in his body and said in a hoarse voice: "Wait a little longer!"

When they first kissed, they were very close, and he could clearly feel it. By Fang Zichen... Brother Zhao raised his head, frowned, and asked in confusion: "What are you waiting for?"

The two looked at each other quietly for a few seconds, and Fang Zichen was the first to look away.

He hesitated and felt a little embarrassed, "I, I calculated on my fingers, I can't do that today. When I have learned a lesson, I will fight you for 300 rounds."

For the first time, he wanted to perform better.

Everyone in front of him was busy, and he hadn't even had time to read the books Sun Dahu brought him.

I don't know how to do any of these moves, which is embarrassing to say. He can't just bury his head in it. I heard from Sun Dahu and the others that such a big thing also requires technique. Let's wait until he has learned a lesson and the technique is in place!

Brother Zhao was startled for a moment, then laughed angrily and glanced at him gently: "Forget it, just hold it in until you die."

...

Fang Zichen was tortured by the desire and was exhausted physically and mentally. He came back from a cold shower. Brother Zhao took the good boy back to the middle and lay down in it.

Fang Zichen moved the good boy away, sat behind Brother Zhao, and poked his waist: "Are you angry?"

Brother Zhao seemed to be asleep and made no movement.

"We men can't be so stingy." Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao still didn't move.

"Are you really asleep?"

Brother Zhao's chest was filled with air and he didn't want to pay attention to anyone. Fang Zichen said deliberately: "You fell asleep so soon? What a pig!"

Brother Zhao became angrier again and couldn't even pretend anymore. , raised his foot and kicked him.

It was a very light kick, neither painful nor itchy, just like playing. Fang Zichen was very proud. He felt that Brother Zhao must love him to death. Even if he was very angry, he could not bear to hurt him. He grabbed Brother Zhao's ankle. , said: "Don't be angry, I am the one who is in trouble, why are you angry?" When he was proud, he said, "Oh~ maybe you are not satisfied with your desires?"

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao struggled and wanted to kick him again, but Fang Zichen didn't let go and turned his head to kiss his bare feet.

A numbing sensation instantly surged up from his bare feet to his back. Brother Zhao's whole body exploded, his toes clenched, and a wave of heat filled his face.

"You, why are your... feet dirty?"

"Where are they dirty? Didn't you just wash them tonight?" Fang Zichen, with his clothes open, was close to him, his breath was hot, and he pressed his throat and said: "I like you, very much. I like you so much that when you fart, I think it tastes good."

Brother Zhao burst into laughter, holding his strong, thin and slightly cold chest with both hands: "Why are you so disgusting?

" Fang Zichen was not happy to hear the words: "What's so disgusting about you? If anyone else dares to fart in front of our Third Young Master, I will kick his asshole."

The two of them were noisy until midnight, and the next day Woke up early again, and on the way to work, Fang Zichen still felt a little in a trance. He had no energy all the time, and his eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes. Until he looked at the secret book in the room that Sun Dahu brought, his whole body was instantly excited. Like a chicken's blood, he was resurrected with full blood.

When he turned the first page, his eyes widened.

"Wow~"

The second page.

"Holy shit~"

The third page.

"Oh my God!"

Page four.

"It's so exciting."

Page five.

"This is a bit difficult."

Page Six.

"Fuck, can you still do this?"

The two villains were in various postures, and the scenes were also varied. Not only on the bed, but also on the table and on the window. Fang Zichen felt that it was an eye-opener and the world was opened up instantly.

In the past, he was narrow-minded. In addition to up and down postures, this goblin didn't expect to have so many tricks when fighting.

Really learned.

This man! It's still good to read more and watch more.

After getting off work that night, Fang Zichen hurried home. Brother Zhao was cooking in the kitchen, but the boy was not at home. Brother Zhao said he was going to play with Yoyo.

Fang Zichen walked out: "Then I'll pick him up and bring him back for dinner."

When he arrived at Brother Zhou's house, Yoyo was sitting in the main room eating, but the boy was not there.

When Fang Zichen asked, Brother Zhou put down what he was doing and said, "My good boy didn't come to my house today!"

Fang Zichen frowned: "He didn't come to your house all day today?"

"No," Zhou Brother affirmed: "Liu Liu has been working with me in the fields today."

Aunt Liu said at the side: "My dear boy didn't come to the house today. Is the child missing?"

"I'll take a look when I get home. " Fang Zichen's eyebrows jumped, he dropped his words and ran back in a hurry.

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"Let me take a look."

Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou were worried and followed.

Fang Zichen ran home in one breath, and the boy happened to be in the yard. He raised his head and didn't know what he was talking to Brother Zhao. His head was covered with sweat, the little hair on his forehead was wet, and his shoes were full of mud.

Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief. Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou came over. Knowing that the good boy was not lost, they said a few words and left.

"Father~" The good

boy put down the bamboo tube and ran over. Fang Zichen grabbed his sleeve to wipe his sweat and revealed his little secret: "Where did he go today? He lied to your father about going to play with Yoyo."

The dark eyes rolled around: "Go and dig up insects to feed the chicks."

Fang Zichenqu raised his index finger to scratch his little nose: "Our good boy is the most sensible and will help dad and father with work, but next time Don't lie to people this time. It's wrong to tell lies, you know?"

Good boy rubbed his little hands and lowered his head: "Good boy, please don't lie to others next time."

"Well," Fang Zichen said . On his forehead, he said happily: "You are my good son. My father loves you so much."

The good boy laughed, hugged his head and kissed his face: "The good boy also loves his father." Seeing Brother Zhao Standing at the door, he hurriedly expressed his loyalty and tried his best to keep a bowl of water level: "Good boy, you love daddy too."

Fang Zichen was a clever guy, so he teased him: "You stinky boy."

Brother Zhao smiled and said: "Come in quickly. Let's eat! The vegetables are all cooked."

Guaizi didn't know what he was doing all afternoon. He seemed very hungry. He was usually full after half a bowl of rice. Today he ate a full bowl and said he was hungry. Brother Zhao. She was afraid that his stomach would be full and didn't want to hit him. The good boy licked the wooden spoon and stared at the dishes on the plate. He picked up the millet grains that he accidentally dropped on the table while eating and ate them. He said eagerly:

"You are good boy. He's still hungry and wants to eat a little more."

He looked so pitiful that Fang Zichen couldn't stand it anymore and asked for help: "Give him another spoonful!"

"That's good! "Okay," Brother Zhao compromised. He also felt sorry for his son and took a little bit out of the pot: "You can only eat so much. You will go to bed later. It's not good to eat too much.

" Just eat more dishes. The good boy has thought about it and nodded: "Okay, good boy, listen to daddy."

But the Tao is one foot high and the devil is ten feet high. Brother Zhao gave him two chopsticks to pick up the dishes and put them on the table. All put away.

Good boy: "..."

Fang Zichen saw that his mouth was pouting under his nose, and he laughed unkindly.

Brother Zhao asked him to watch the good boy and wash the dishes after he finished eating, then he would feed the chickens.

The chickens are still young, so the vegetables must be chopped into small pieces. If possible, you can directly sprinkle some millet grains, or feed some cornmeal and rice bran, but obviously the family does not have such conditions now, and people can barely eat enough.

The good boy dug up earthworms and placed them in a small bamboo tube under the eaves. Brother Zhao took them to feed the hens.

After buying the chicken, not only Brother Zhao liked it, but also the good boy wanted to hold the fluffy little chicken to sleep with him at night.

Brother Zhao built a nest for them in the corner of the backyard with bamboo strips like a fence. The top was covered with a thick layer of thatch mixed with mud so that it would not get wet when it rained.

The place is spacious, and the chubby chickens are running around, pecking here and there, and chirping non-stop.

The backyard was very lively.

As soon as Brother Zhao left, the obedient boy became clingy again. He jumped off the bench with a small bowl and squeezed into Fang Zichen's arms. Grandma said, "I want dad to feed me." Fang Zichen smiled and said, "Can't you eat by yourself

?"

Zai acted coquettishly: "Father, the rice tastes better."

That's nonsense.

But Fang Zichen liked to hear it. He took the bowl and was about to start feeding when Brother Zhao's screams came from the backyard.

Fang Zichen put down the bowl, picked up the boy and ran to the backyard.

"What's wrong?"

Brother Zhao pointed to the ground outside the chicken pen, his lips trembling.

Fang Zichen took a look and felt a little confused at the moment.

A centipede as big as a middle finger and almost twenty centimeters long was rolling over there.

The legs move around densely.

This is not what makes people scared. The reason why people are scared is that this thing is poisonous!

Brother Zhao's face turned pale. At first, Fang Zichen thought he was scared. Just as he was about to comfort him, the good boy struggled to get out of his arms: "Ah~ my Chongchong."

He wanted to put the centipede in his arms. When he returned to the bamboo tube, Brother Zhao grabbed his shoulder and asked sharply: "Did you catch this poisonous insect?"

"Yes," the good boy twisted around: "Dad, you caught the good boy in pain!"

He was affirmed . , Brother Zhao did not let go, but instead exerted force unconsciously. His whole body was tense, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his body unconsciously. His body trembled visibly: "Who asked you to grab it?"

His eyes were wet and red, and he shook his head. The good boy asked: "Why are you going to catch this thing? You don't want your life, don't you!"

It was the first time he spoke to the good boy like this, his tone was stern, and the good boy was scared: "...Daddy?"

Centipede's The head is gone. It seems that it was accidentally poked off by a wooden stick when grabbing it.

This type of reptile is not as tenacious as earthworms. It can survive if its head and tail are cut off, but it will not die immediately.

Fang Zichen's heart was pounding. Listening to their conversation, his whole body felt a little weak and dizzy. He pulled the boy aside and knelt on one knee, suppressing all the emotions of fear, luck, or panic. Pointing to the centipede on one side, he asked softly:

"Good boy, do you know what kind of insect this is?"

Good boy had tears in his eyes, sniffing and nodded: "Wo, Wo Xi said."

Fang Zichen asked: "Then you Do you know it can bite?"

The good boy nodded, holding the corners of his clothes tightly, with his calves pressed together and his head hanging down, like a child who made a mistake without realizing it and was being scolded.

Fang Zichen took his hand, wrapped it in the palm of his hand, and held it tightly. The good boy's hand was small and thin. When it was made into a fist, it was not as big as an egg. It was not pink and smooth like other children. , but like Brother Zhao, long-term malnutrition and exposure to wind and sun have caused the skin on the back of the hand to be a little sallow, with some old scratches on it, and now there are a few new ones.

Fang Zichen asked again: "It's poisonous, do you know?"

The good boy glanced at Brother Zhao, lowered his head, and replied: "Woxi Road."

Brother Zhao was about to get angry again, but Fang Zichen shook his head at him and signaled him to go first. Don't talk.

Fang Zichen slowly asked, "It's poisonous and dangerous. You know it, so why do you still want to catch it?"