111-120

Chapter 111

The good boy's eyes widened.

He didn't seem to expect that Fang Zichen would eat most of a bun as big as his.

It's not even half of it, he must have eaten almost all of it. At this moment, he was still holding a layer of skin on the edge of the bun in his hand, and all the fillings had been eaten by Fang Zichen.

He blinked his big eyes, as if he didn't react. He looked at Fang Zichen, then at his hands, back and forth twice, and his eyes began to get wet.

"...Father is a big bad guy, a big bad guy."

"What's so bad about him?" Fang Zichen's cheeks were stretched wide, and he looked at the good boy's aggrieved eyes with no regrets: "Just tell me "Isn't this a mouthful?"

"Ah... how can this be done?" Good boy hugged his legs and looked up at Fang Zichen, looking cute and pitiful: "Good boy, how can you tie it up?" I don't have energy yet. Without energy, I can't cook rice for my father. Without rice energy, my father will be pitiful!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Before chewing the buns in his mouth, Fang Zichen said, "I don't know. You bit it and it got stained with my saliva. What should I do?"

Guaizi shouted in a cry, "Guaizi likes saliva."

He likes it, and Fang Zichen can't even spit it out for his son to eat. Son.

He could only tell him again: "There was a little bug on the bun just now."

"Huh?" The boy frowned and said, "Why didn't Simo see it?"

"Only adults can see that bug. Children are invisible." Fang Zichen said with a serious expression: "If you eat it, the bugs will go through your stomach and cause pain in your stomach. If it is serious, they will come out of your nose, eyes, and buttocks. Wear it out."

This is terrifying.

The good boy was scared: "Is it true?"

Before Fang Zichen said anything, a little guy behind him said: "It's true. The last time my brother had a baby, he had one out of his butt. Big bug." He stretched out his hand, raised his index finger, and said, "It's so big, it's so white when it moves around, it's scary!"

Upon hearing this, Guaizi and the other children subconsciously covered their butts.

Fang Zichen almost laughed.

That big bug should actually be a roundworm.

Children in the village often play in the mud, and the vegetables are often watered with manure. Parents are busy and have little common sense. Sometimes the vegetables are not washed properly, which may carry roundworm eggs. If meals are often served without washing hands, roundworm infection may occur. This causes the appearance of roundworms.

The good boy started to cry, and his big tears kept falling down: "Then my father is a bird, what should Simo do? My father wants to be happy, my father wants to be happy, wuwuwu... The good boy doesn't want his father to be happy..." "..."

Fang Zichen panicked.

He didn't even know that his son was so serious about cheating.

"Father, spit it out, spit it out quickly, wuwuwu..."

The good boy kept tugging on his trousers and urging him. He cried so loudly that even the children behind him felt sad. He got up and looked at Fang Zichen with tears and confusion.

Fang Zichen gave them candy last time, and he just gave them buns. He was a good person, and they couldn't bear to die.

Children are simple and innocent, and their feelings always come quickly.

He will remember whoever gives him a candy.

While Fang Zichen was panicking, he couldn't help but feel proud.

Look, look, his son loves him so much, he's not even cold! His son started crying immediately.

So reluctant to leave him.

Those loudmouths in the village said behind his back that other people's children were not properly raised, and that he was a big injustice, thinking that he didn't know.

But this is just bullshit.

How about a biological one? So what if they are not biological?

It's not a biological child, it's not a matter of raising it.

How could it be that they are not well-raised?

He himself was picked up from the trash can by his second brother. He treats his adoptive parents as his biological parents, but he is filial.

His adoptive parents treat him no differently from his eldest and second brothers. He himself was picked up and raised, so he knows that as long as he is raised properly and well, there is no such thing as "unfamiliar" or "white-eyed wolf" statement.

Besides, isn't his son already 'familiar'! !

Sigh...

It's really hard to express the joy in Fang Zichen's heart in words.

At this moment, he wished that the whole village would be filled with comments and let those people come and take a look, but... he

had better coax him to smash it first!

If we continue crying, Xiaohe Village will be flooded.

"Er, don't worry. My father is an adult. It will be fine if he eats it."

The boy sobbed: "Is it really... really?"

"Of course." Fang Zichen wiped his tears: "Father, what? I lied to you sometimes."

After being coaxed for a few words, the good boy laughed again. He ate the bit of bun skin in his hand and was satisfied. Then he turned to his friend and said, "I said to the west, my father tied the Chongchong. It's okay, because my father is a great hero and he hates it the most."

Fang Zichen's eyelids twitched.

I'll know it.

You know what you just did and cried so sadly.

Yoyo, this little bamboo horse, was not in tune with him now: "But you were crying just now."

Guaizi: "..."

Guaizi sniffed, although he knew that it was wrong to lie to people, and he was so cute just now. His friends were all worried about him, but they still blushed and whispered: "Young man, you can't cry. Although the good boy is young, he is still a little boy. The good boy bleeds but does not shed tears. The good boy did it on purpose. I lied to you." That's it, you all were fooled!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

At a young age, he is already bragging and trying to save face, and he doesn't know who he is.

There are not many women and husbands washing clothes by the river in the morning. At this time, most of them are husbands who are cleaning, serving poultry, cooking and other work in the fields at home. They are very busy.

After lunch, I took my clothes to wash.

However, if there are many sisters-in-law or brothers and sisters in the family, things at home will be divided among others. If someone is busy with those important things, the clothes will be washed early.

It's hot and sunny at noon, so if you can wash it early, it's better to wash it early.

The women and husbands were so surprised that their jaws dropped when they saw Fang Zichen carrying a basin and leading a group of children towards the river.

This...

this man can also do laundry?

What a first time!

Which man in the village can do this?

When I was young, my parents washed my clothes. When I got married, my daughter-in-law washed my clothes. When I got older, my daughter-in-law washed my clothes.

They haven't washed their clothes.

When they were really too busy, the men at home didn't help with the washing.

As for washing dishes and washing clothes, these are things that you women and husbands should do. Go out and see if there is any man in the village who is willing to wash clothes or knows how to wash clothes.

Over time, they also feel that these are what they should do.

But now that I met Fang Zichen coming to take a shower, it felt like it was different.

Several people said hello to Fang Zichen.

He still had the impression of these people. They were the ones who came to deliver gifts at noon yesterday.

Gift-giving by villagers is also simple. The poor ones just give a handful of dried vegetables, and the better ones give some eggs, or else just some bacon or some cakes.

There were many people giving it away, and the things were considered 'precious'. Fang Zichen didn't have the nerve to ask for them, and he wasn't even a child yet! There is no need for this, but the village chief said that this is the rule in the village. He thinks that this is not a big or happy event, but in the eyes of the villagers, it is not such a thing at all. This is more grand than a happy event, and this gift is also a gift. You have to be willing, as it is rare for a promising person to come out in the village, and everyone wants to be happy.

The village chief asked him to accept it, otherwise he would be looking down on others.

Fang Zichen responded, letting the children play aside, then turned around and started chatting with them.

He was sweet-tongued, and his sisters, brothers, and aunts yelled and praised him fiercely.

Seeing that he had passed the exam, he didn't put on any airs. The women and husbands laughed and became less reserved.

"Boy Fang, do you know how to wash clothes?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

It's really hard to pick up the pot.

However, the 'Stealing Master' stole it smoothly. After a second glance, it was strangely simple, just beating and beating, and picking it up randomly.

"Yes!" He said without blushing or heartbeat, "How many times have I washed it before."

"Oh," someone asked, "Didn't your mother help you wash it before?"

"If you didn't help, it was all your own fault . Do it yourself." Fang Zichen said.

"Do the men over there know how to wash clothes?"

"Yes!" Fang Zichen said, "Our place is different from yours."

"What's the difference?"

Fang Zichen said.

When they heard that the men in Fang Zichen's house not only had to wash dishes and mop the floor and do housework at home, they also had to serve their wives. They didn't dare to go to the west when their wives shouted at them, and even those who beat their wives were sent to jail. They were full of surprise.

They dare not think about it.

If this is the case, then how happy should the women there be?

If they are married, their husband is their god. Parents order matchmakers, and some of them have never even met before getting married.

If you meet a good person, you can barely live a good life. If you marry someone who is not a human being and get beaten, you will have no place to cry. You can only accept your bad luck and live your life as usual.

Coming from the same place, Fang Zichen must be like this too.

When she looked at him, her eyes changed, like looking at a fragrant steamed bun.

For Brother Zhao, I was envious and jealous. In the past, when he was in the Ma family, everyone pitied him. After he followed Fang Zichen, everyone still pitied him.

Because at that time, Fang Zichen knew everything, and it didn't matter what he wanted.

The people in the village were poor, but they had no money. At least they had a sheltered house and a few acres of thin farmland. Fang Zichen really wanted nothing more than a skin.

We are used to being poor, not having enough food to sleep and not having enough warmth. We all are realistic and nothing is as important as having a full stomach.

It wasn't until Fang Zichen came to Liu Lezi's door that everyone felt less sorry for Brother Zhao.

But it's just a little lower.

Although this man is nice, having enough food is more important.

Then I learned that Fang Zichen went to work in Zuixiaolou for a monthly salary of 30 taels, and I didn't know what to say.

Now, he has passed the scientific examination and is promising, and he is also helping Brother Zhao wash clothes.

In their eyes, Brother Zhao could no longer be pitiable at this moment.

When clothes are soaked in water, when they get wet, knock them twice on a stone slab, then rinse them in water and wring them dry.

Fang Zichen brought the water basin and was about to call the little ones back, but saw them playing in the mud by the shallow ditch.

It was not unreasonable for Liu Dali to lose to Ma Xiaoshun. With his mud-playing skills, it was really unsightly.

Liu Dali has been playing in the mud for almost two years and has not made any progress at all, let alone the low-handed gang of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

Fang Zichen put the water basin in, walked over, and waved his hand: "Get out of the way."

The boy was making glutinous rice balls, his hands full of mud: "Father, do you want to play with mud too?"

"... No," Fang Zichen didn't mind being dirty. He looked left and right and dug out a piece of sticky mud. "I'll show you what real skills are."

The woman and husband by the river saw him following him. A group of children squatted together, and soon they started to scream.

"Wow... Uncle Fang is so annoying!"

"What a cute dog!"

Fang Zichen pinched a small and exquisite teacup dog with dilated eyes, making it come alive and lifelike.

The good boy liked it so much that he kept jumping with joy: "Father, the good boy wants it, the good boy wants it."

"Okay, here you go." Fang Zichen was not partial, pinched it back and forth with his slender white fingers, and moved his hands. Next, he pinched a big fat pig again and gave it to Liuliu.

Youyou smiled: "Thank you, Uncle Fang."

The other little guys were envious, but they didn't dare to ask for it.

Fang Zichen asked: "What do you like?"

"Huh?" As if they didn't expect that they would be included, the children were stunned for a moment, and they all reported their favorite animals.

They are all sheep! Bull! Horse! Tigers and the like.

Only the two little brothers didn't speak.

Because the animals I know are limited, everything I can say has been said by other little guys. I racked my brains and couldn't come up with anything.

Fang Zichen looked at these two little guys. To be honest, if Guaizi hadn't said it, he wouldn't have recognized that these two were brothers. They were really no different from boys. At most, their facial features were slightly softer. But a handsome boy also looks like this, how can you tell him apart?

The little brother is not much different from the daughter. Fang Zichen thought for a while, pinched a fat little rabbit and gave them a kitten.

The little animals he pinches are cute and cute, and if they are dyed in color, they will look just like the real thing.

Several children, holding their little animals carefully and loving them, lined up in a long line to follow Fang Zichen back.

It was almost noon now. Brother Zhao had come back early. When he saw that no one was home and the dirty clothes were not there, he guessed it.

As soon as the meal was cooked, the yard became noisy. When he went to the door, he saw Fang Zichen surrounded by a group of children, like a child king.

"Uncle Zhao." the children called.

"Well!" Brother Zhao went up to him. Although he had guessed it, he was still surprised: "You really went to do the laundry?"

"Well!" Fang Zichen handed him the basin: "Don't be so surprised, I'm just doing it. It's just what a good man should do."

Brother Zhao smiled and went to the side to dry his clothes.

There was no soap smell on the clothes. Fang Zichen had stolen the clothes at the wrong time. When he arrived, everyone had already used soap to pick up the clothes, and only the last step was left, beating and cleaning.

Fang Zichen imitates others and imitates cats and tigers.

Now the sleeves of Guaizi's clothes were still folded, and the oil stains on his chest had not been washed away. What made people even more speechless was that the old clothes he wore for work were even torn.

I think it was caused by hitting him too hard with a mallet.

Fang Zichen felt so happy and satisfied that he could never let him wash clothes again in the future.

It's really a waste of material.

Afraid of affecting his enthusiasm, Brother Zhao did not tell the matter.

At lunch time, the children played in the yard for a while and then went back.

After dinner, Brother Zhao is going to take Guaizi to the mountains to chop firewood. He originally wanted Fang Zichen to read at home. He will go to Fucheng to take the government examination in a few days. He cannot be careless. Guaizi is young and noisy after all. It's easy to influence people, but he took the hatchet and Fang Zichen came over with the boy in his arms.

"I'll go with you."

"Don't you need to read a book?" Brother Zhao pursed his lips: "I heard that the government examination will be more difficult."

Fang Zichen: "I know, it's okay."

Brother Zhao couldn't resist him, so he had to Let him go along.

The road in the mountain was really difficult to walk, not to mention steep, and overgrown with weeds, and some of them cut people. Fang Zichen carried the basket in front of him and asked the boy to squat in it, with Brother Zhao on his back.

Brother Zhao didn't want to, he was used to walking on this road, but he didn't care if he wasn't there before, but now he was there. Fang Zichen was not willing to let Brother Zhao get tired and injured.

He is tall, and his figure seems to be long and thin. Brother Zhao is tall and a little heavy. For an ordinary person, it would be difficult to move even at this moment, but Fang Zichen is walking on flat ground, steady and steady.

Afraid of being cut by the grass, Brother Zhao covered his head with his clothes. In the small and dark space, he was filled with thoughts at this moment.

He has long been used to it. He has walked this road countless times. In the past, he was the one who carried his son. He was cut and fell down. He was once so tired carrying firewood that he could not get up. No matter how hard it was, no matter how tired he was. He was holding on alone, but now, he has found support.

He put his arms around Fang Zichen's neck and unconsciously exerted force, as if he wanted to trap him tightly and never let go.

Fang Zichen didn't know how to chop wood, and chopping wood was a laborious job. He didn't use this as an excuse to be lazy. Instead, he held a hatchet and chopped wherever Brother Zhao pointed.

There is no need to burn a small fire, the winter is cold, charcoal is expensive, Fang Zichen is expensive, has severe mysophobia and his little temper.

There was a fire in the room. When the time came, the room would be filled with soot and the quilt would be smoked by the fireworks. It would definitely smell. He didn't think it was a big deal, but Fang Zichen would definitely not be able to stand it.

He planned to buy some charcoal to burn at night and warm up the fire in the kitchen at noon.

Therefore, you should prepare more firewood. Small ones can be burned when cooking rice and vegetables. Large ones can be chopped and piled up for use when the firewood is not chopped. Moreover, this kind of wood is more resistant to burning.

The tree was cut down and had to be dragged out. Brother Zhao cut off the small branches and arranged them into a pile.

The two adults were very busy. Guaizi was sitting under a tree holding the mud dog, and suddenly he saw some wild fruits on the branches.

This fruit is delicious and sweet. Seeing that Fang Zichen was resting, the good boy ran to him. He first hugged his neck and rubbed his face against his face. Then he pointed to the fruit on the tree and said, The fruit was delicious, and he wanted to give it to his father, but he couldn't climb up.

Fang Zichen was speechless and choked.

It sounds nice, but I obviously want to eat it.

If he really picked it off and his son watched helplessly while eating, could he still be able to eat alone?

But then I thought, my son smashed the cow! What a thief, like myself.

The tree was bare and only started to have branches when it was more than three meters high. It was difficult to climb.

And the fruit doesn't grow on the tree, but grows from the vines on one side wrapped around the branches.

Brother Zhao often takes his boy to cut firewood in the mountains. He has seen a lot of firewood, but it is not easy to pick. Sometimes he is lucky and encounters shorter ones, so he can pick and eat them.

This one is tall, but that branch is so small that adults can't step on it. How can I pick it?

It's too dangerous.

Fang Zichen didn't recognize the wild fruit, so he asked Brother Zhao first. Brother Zhao said it was not poisonous and could be eaten, so he threw away the hatchet.

After a few steps, he ran over, then wrapped his limbs around the tree trunk and climbed up.

Brother Zhao was stunned.

He really didn't expect that a rich young man like Fang Zichen could climb trees?

It looks like he is very skilled.

Fang Zichen came to the tree and visually determined that the small branch could not bear his own weight. He could only step down and let Brother Zhao hold it.

Unexpectedly, Brother Zhao's eyes lit up as he didn't expect it to be like this.

Fang Zichen was afraid that he would follow his example and cut wood in the same way in the future, so he immediately said: "Professional moves, please don't imitate!"

There were only a few fruits. Brother Zhao waited for Fang Zichen to come down and let him pick them by himself, while he picked first. A bundle of firewood goes down the mountain.

The good boy helped pull it. He was blocked by Brother Zhao before, but now it was blocked by leaves. Fang Zichen didn't see him. After picking the fruit, he subconsciously let go of his hand. Without any strength, the branch bounced back again. The boy was still holding on, and his body was so light that he was thrown directly into the sky.

"Ah..."

Fang Zichen looked at his son who was thrown into the air. He broke out in a cold sweat and dropped a few peanut-sized fruits in his hand.

His mouth was dry, and there were only two words in his mind... It was over.

The moment was very short, but in that moment, he had already thought of how he would go crazy later, begging for food in the town with Brother Zhao, and how he would be lonely and helpless in his later years.

If Erzai disappears, he will really go crazy.

Fang Zichen spread his legs and rushed over at the fastest speed in his life.

Brother Zhao had just walked not far when he heard the noise and looked for his voice. He saw his son flying in the air with his limbs spread wide.

He was so frightened that he threw away the firewood and ran up the mountain.

When they arrived at the place where they were chopping firewood, they saw Fang Zichen hugging Guaizi tightly. He had been chopping firewood for so long without even a drop of firewood, but now he was covered in sweat.

The good boy laughed hahaha.

He didn't even realize that he had just walked through the gate of hell, he just thought that Fang Zichen was playing with him.

Although he is young, he is still a boy and likes exciting games.

Brother Zhao gasped: "What's going on?"

Fang Zichen almost lost his son and lost his voice. Fang Zichen hesitated and didn't dare to look at him: "Just... just playing."

Good boy Gao He said in a voice: "It was so fun, father, my good boy wants to play again."

Fang Zichen: "..."

If he does it again, he will probably die suddenly on the spot. You have to have a good heart, otherwise, Brother Zhao might become a widow at such a young age.

Brother Zhao picked up the wild fruits that fell on the ground. There were eight or nine of them. They were not big. They were slimy inside and looked disgusting. But the boy liked them. He took the fruits and asked Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao if they would eat them. Seeing them all shaking their heads, he sat aside obediently holding the fruit in his arms.

Fang Zichen chopped and chopped throughout the afternoon, but after finishing the work, he didn't get much firewood.

He told Brother Zhao to wait until he had a rest next time before cutting again.

But he only has four days off a month. How many days will it take for him to go to Fucheng to take the exam again? Waiting for him?

I'm afraid I'll have to wait until next year.

Fang Zichen also thought about it, but he really couldn't bear to let Brother Zhao take his children to the mountain to chop.

Finally, I decided to spend some money and buy it with Hexi.

The next day at work, the boss of the dental shop came over.

Chapter 112

This dental shop is not just a business of buying and selling people. The boss of the dental shop, surnamed Fang, once joked with Fang Zichen, saying that eight hundred years ago they were

a boss with a dozen or so people, and they were doing a regular business, and there had never been any forced buying or selling.

Most of the people in his possession were those who had committed crimes and had their homes confiscated or sold into slavery.

They also 'part-time' in the house and shop rental business.

This side of Xiaohe Village belongs to the south, but nowadays it rarely snows in the south. But it is different here. Although it is in the south, it is still very cold. Throughout the winter, it is either drizzle or heavy snowfall.

It rains and snows, and the dirt roads are inevitably muddy and slippery.

He only got hit a few times. The mud was like super glue, sticking to the soles of his shoes. It was a thick layer and weighed eight or nine kilograms. Every step he took was like carrying a heavy weight. It was so difficult!

Rent a shop, and you can rest in the town when it rains. The cold wind is biting in winter, and Brother Zhao doesn't have to stand shivering on the street to sell.

To help guests find a room, they could have just asked the errand boys below to do it, but Fang Zichen had just become famous and it was unclear where he would go in the future, so Mr. Fang came here in person, hoping to make some friendships.

He didn't dare to fool around. The shops he picked were all in good locations. Since he was in the food business, most of the shops introduced by Boss Fang were on West Street and North Street.

There are many pedestrians on these two streets. On the other side of South Street and South Street, one is next to the county government office, and the other is mostly pawn shops and cloth shops.

When doing food business, it is best to locate your shop in a place with a lot of traffic. Although the alley is too deep to smell the aroma of wine, it is so remote that I can't even smell the aroma of wine.

I followed Mr. Fang to look at a few places. One of them was in a pretty good location. It was opposite an intersection and there was a lot of traffic. This place used to be a bun business and the area was not large. The former owner lost his son in middle age and because of his age, This year I took my wife back to the countryside to retire.

Since I didn't have much time, I visited a few places and finally chose a shop on West Street in the back.

Although it is not in the most lively and prosperous area, there is a small courtyard behind the shop with a room. There is also a well in the courtyard. Drinking water in the town is troublesome. You either hire someone to deliver it or you have to pick it yourself. Unlike If there is a well in the village, it will be much more convenient for them to do the food business.

This shop is suitable for your needs, of course, and the prices are also very good. One month's rent costs more than two taels of silver.

In a few days, I will go to Fucheng to take the prefectural examination. After the prefectural examination, the college examination will begin in March of next year.

Once he passes the college examination, he has to go to the academy to study.

He can study on his own for the county examination, government examination, and college examination, but in the future township examination and general examination, he still has to ask a tutor to guide him.

Fang Zichen never fights an unprepared battle. Since he participated, he was aiming to be on the list. He never thought about the possibility of failing.

If he wasn't sure, he wouldn't take the exam!

How embarrassing it would be to fail the exam!

Therefore, his stay in Fu'an Town may not last long, and he only rented it for nine months.

At this time, his pocket is cleaner than his face, and he cannot pay the deposit for the time being, but Boss Fang revealed to him that many people have taken a fancy to him, and if he wants to, he still has to take action as soon as possible.

Fang Zichen was not afraid that Boss Fang would coax him along with the landlord. Boss Fang was not worried about him defaulting on the bill and paid for him first.

The deposit and the first month's rent total six taels of silver.

Call the landlord, sign the calligraphy and painting and deposit it. If there is no 'witness', you have to go to the Yamen just in case.

However, the landlord did not say whether he dared Fang Zichen to renege on his promise, suddenly increase the rent in the middle of the rental, or say he would not rent or anything like that. Even if Boss Fang personally brought someone here, for Boss Fang's sake, he would not dare to do so. Like this.

Fang Zichen thanked Mr. Fang and said, "Uncle, don't worry. When I go home and ask for the money from my husband, I will pay it back to you immediately."

Mr. Fang: "..."

Mr. Fang didn't know what to do. expression.

As soon as I heard this, I felt as if the other party was being manipulated by her husband and was struggling to survive under his hands.

If it were anyone else, he would probably not be able to say these words and feel ashamed of himself, but Fang Zichen was magnanimous.

"It's okay! I can give it to you anytime. I don't believe anyone, so how can I not believe you?"

Fang Zichen was happy.

As the saying goes, it's hard to make a living without money, but this person has good character and can get by anywhere.

snort!

As expected of me.

After assigning Yang Mingyi a task at noon the next day, Fang Zichen wandered out again.

First, he went to Boss Fang to repay the money he owed yesterday, and then walked to the south of the city with the remaining half a tael of silver.

There is an alley over there. I heard someone say before that if you want to find a girl or a woman to do some work, you should go there.

The shop is rented, but it has been sitting there for a long time and needs to be cleaned.

Men don't often do this kind of sweeping and wiping work, and they probably won't be as careful as women and husbands when doing it.

At this moment, there were a few girls standing in Anping Alley, because they were doing night work. At this time, most of the girls were catching up on their sleep. Only the few who didn't get any customers yesterday were looking for customers. When they met Fang Zichen , immediately waved the veil, and greeted Jiao Didi with another smile.

"Young master, come and play!"

As he waved his hand, the smell of inferior rouge made Fang Zichen sneeze repeatedly.

He has a handsome appearance, a dignified temperament, and a bit of childishness on his face. Although his clothes don't make him look rich, he is much better than a country man. Those girls just thought he was out to have fun with his family. For people like him to have fun, everyone would be willing to give him a night's sleep for free.

Their clothes were thin and revealing, their breasts were half-naked, and their pale-white arms were also exposed.

To be honest, in the eyes of a modern person like Fang Zichen, this outfit is much more pleasing to the eye than the conservative dress that is so tightly wrapped that one can only show his eyes.

Because 'innocence' is valued here, dressing like this is extremely immodest and immoral.

There was a brothel in the town, and he occasionally passed by it a few times. Most of the girls soliciting customers at the door were dressed like this. How could a serious girl and daughter-in-law dare to act like this?

Although there are many doubts, you can control the sky and the earth, and you can control whether people show their arms or not.

One side of water and soil, one side of customs.

Maybe...the girl here is more open-minded? ?

Fang Zichen asked: "How do you charge?"

The girl who was asked suppressed her excitement and replied: "It depends on the young master!"

Fang Zichen: "...Ah?"

Why does it depend on me? ?

The girl said: "Three hundred coins an hour. I see that you are strong, sir. If you want to have a good time, I'm afraid one hour is not enough. If you pay for the whole night, it will be more."

"Huh?" I understand, but what does it mean when combined! Fang Zichen felt something was wrong.

These girls looked weak and boneless, and they didn't look like they knew how to work, but they were all here, and at this juncture, they didn't know where to find anyone.

"What kind of jobs do you know?"

The girl covered her mouth with a handkerchief and smiled sweetly: "You know how to do anything."

These words made Fang Zichen feel at ease: "Okay, it's you, come with me."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly responded: "Hey, okay, okay!" She was so happy that the few people just looked at her with eager eyes. She was afraid that if her answer was not good enough, someone else would steal the business.

Brother Zhou was hiding aside. He came to buy some vegetables. He bought a lot, so he went to a few more grocery stores. It was a little late, but he didn't want to come to South Street and saw this scene.

When he first heard Fang Zichen's voice, he couldn't believe it. It wasn't until Fang Zichen turned around that he was sure he had recognized the wrong person.

When he saw Fang Zichen leading the people away, he hesitated for a while, thought about it, and ran back to find Brother Zhao.

At this moment, Brother Zhao had already returned from selling the hot sauce, and was about to take the clothes out to wash, when Brother Zhou ran over in a hurry, panting.

"Brother Zhao..."

"What's wrong?" Brother Zhao came up to him and said, "I'm so panicked. Did something happen at home?"

Brother Zhou looked at him: "Fang... "Fang Zichen, he's looking for someone."

Brother Zhao: "What?"

Hearing is believing, seeing is believing. Although Brother Zhou saw it with his own eyes, he still wasn't sure.

Once this is said, it's okay if it's a misunderstanding, but what if it's true?

But there are many prostitutes in Anping Alley, and the person just now doesn't look like a serious person.

There is only one brothel in the town. Whenever you go there to have fun, you will be accompanied by girls, who will eat, drink, sing and dance. The drinks are very expensive and you will have to spend a lot of money. The girls there are not cheap either. They don't cost a few hundred cents. , can't sleep.

The girls in Anping Alley are cheaper, and the customers they attract are mostly poor men who cannot find a wife, or who already have a wife but are too playful.

People in the village envy those who live in the town.

But everyone knows that it is not easy for people in the town to make a living. Those who have that skill and can do some small business are better off, but those who don't know how to do anything will have a difficult life.

No matter how poor the village is, there are only one or two acres of thin fields, and food and drink don't cost much money. As long as there are no droughts or floods, if you work hard, you can always have something to eat. If the harvest is bad, you can go up to the mountains to dig some wild vegetables to deal with it.

This is not the case in the town. Although people in the town claim to be decent when going out, they still have to spend money on everything they eat, drink and have sex with. Without money, they will starve to death. Jobs are hard to find and the competition is fierce. Even if you are diligent, there is nothing you can do.

So there were those men who forced their wives to sell themselves. In a brothel, they could be 'sold' for a high price, but once they entered a brothel, they had to sell themselves. Not all the money they earned went into their own pockets, so secret prostitution appeared. .

After thinking about it, Brother Zhou finally told the matter.

Brother Zhao was stunned for a while, with a tense look on his face. He put down the water basin, thanked Brother Zhou, put the boy on his back and walked towards the town.

Along the way, his mind was in turmoil.

Recalling the scenes in the past, he couldn't believe that Fang Zichen, such a kind and considerate person, would use his blood and sweat to have fun, but just yesterday, Fang Zichen asked him for money.

In Brother Zhao's opinion, more than sixty taels of silver was a huge sum of money. When he gave it to him, he asked if he wanted to buy anything.

Fang Zichen didn't say anything.

At this moment...

he was in a bad mood, and the boy lay on his back obediently without making any fuss.

Fu'an Town said it was big or small. Brother Zhao still had extravagant hopes in his heart. He went to Zuixiaolou first and saw no one at the door. When Wang Xiaohu asked, he found out that Fang Zichen had gone out and was not in the store at this moment. , my heart suddenly felt a lot colder.

No one was found in Ping'an Lane, so Brother Zhao could only search blindly. The good boy didn't know what was going on, but he still had the ability to observe people's emotions. He called out "Daddy" in a low voice, but Brother Zhao didn't answer. He didn't dare to call again until he reached West Street, when the good boy suddenly said, "Dad, does that have to do with the father?"

At that time, Fang Zichen was standing at the door with a broom, and the girl was rolling up her sleeves and mopping the floor.

I had already paid money on the way and bought the girl for an hour. I thought that this girl didn't wear as much makeup as the others, and she looked like she was working hard. However, when she got to the shop, she became stunned and didn't work well. No, she kept yelling dirty and tired, and kept ogling him.

Too low of self-esteem and self-love.

If it weren't for the money, Fang Zichen would have swept the person out directly.

"Stop inking!" He frowned, very unhappy: "The clock will be here soon, hurry up!"

The girl: "..."

Fang Zichen is not happy, she is even happier than Fang Zichen .

So damn speechless.

After five or six years of selling my virginity, it was the first time I met such a handsome young man, and it was also the first time I met such an idiot.

"Husband?" Brother Zhao shouted.

Fang Zichen turned around and saw him. Brother Zhao's lips were white and colorless, and his forehead hair was soaked with sweat, hanging down on his delicate eyebrows. His face was frightened and nervous, his eyelids were reddish, and he stared at him nervously and aggrievedly.

Fang Zichen was frightened by his expression. He walked out of the door in a few steps, his heart beating in his throat: "Why are you here? What happened?"

Brother Zhao looked past him and saw the girl who was mopping the floor. The person was immediately stunned and could not recover.

Fang Zichen took the boy and then went to hold Brother Zhao's hand. His palm was cold.

It took Brother Zhao a long time to come to his senses. He wanted to say it was okay. He moved his mouth but raised his hand and said, "...Who is she?"

"I don't know either." Fang Zichen said, "I just found her. Worker."

He got angry when he said this, but it was not far from the house, and it was a bit unkind to speak ill of people in front of them. He got closer, lowered his voice, and whispered: "This The girl was not good at work and was grinding. I bargained with her for half the price. I paid her 30 yuan and asked her to work for me for an hour. Look at her, she hasn't wiped the floor as big as a palm after all this time. It's over, I've lost a lot of money."

An ordinary man works hard and earns more than 20 cash a day. This shop is not big and the work is easy. Fang Zichen really feels that he has lost a lot of money.

Brother Zhao "..."

It was really in vain that he was so sad and distracted along the way.

Chapter 113

Brother Zhao didn't know what to say.

He imagined possibilities along the way.

Is Fang Zichen tired of him?

Didn't he just pass the exam and he was in trouble?

In the past, I was devoted to him, sweet-talking him endlessly, and he was glib. If the family had no money, he couldn't spend it. Now that he has made some money, is he unable to bear it anymore? In other words, it was not until this moment that his true nature was truly exposed.

He didn't want to think like this, let alone think Fang Zichen was as bad as he thought, but his inferiority complex made these bad thoughts pop up one after another.

He still couldn't believe that there was someone as good as Fang Zichen in the world, and that person would love him wholeheartedly.

······He is just a brother.

They say that rich men are spendthrift, but this is actually not true. Poor men are also spendthrift, but they just don't have money and can't afford to be spendthrift.

Anyone who has some ability and some money will not have three wives and four concubines? He has never seen a man live with only one brother.

Even if Fang Zichen is not that kind of person, someone will pounce on him automatically.

He hadn't even passed the Tongsheng test yet, but as soon as he took a step forward, he was targeted.

Yesterday, Fang Zichen went to work. As soon as he returned home after selling the hot sauce, the matchmaker came to his door.

He said he saw magpies chirping above his yard, which meant that something happy was coming.

This flower matchmaker is famous far and wide, and Brother Zhao naturally recognizes her. Now that she is here, he knows the reason without asking.

There are only three people in their family, two adults and one child.

He was married and already a husband, so he couldn't be offered a matchmaker, and the good boy was still young, a little over three years old, so it was even more impossible. Thinking with his toes, he knew it was for Fang Zichen.

Sure enough, as soon as the flower matchmaker entered the house, she took a drink of water and said it.

He is a matchmaker for the Feng family in the same village.

The girl from the Feng family is turning eighteen this year. She is good-looking and hard-working. There were two flowers in Xiaohe Village back then, one was He Huihui from Aunt He's family, and the other was Feng Meihua.

However, Feng Meihua was a few years younger than He Huihui, who had married in the town three years ago.

People in ancient times generally got married early. They started talking about marriage at fifteen or sixteen. There were not many people who were still waiting for marriage at the age of eighteen, but they were very few.

Feng Meihua's family conditions are considered good in Xiaohe Village, and they also choose. When Feng Meihua was fourteen, someone had already invited a matchmaker to come to her door. In the past few years, the door fence has been trampled to pieces. There are men from the same village and other villages, and the conditions are all available. They were both passable, but they all looked down upon the Feng family. They felt that if He Huihui could marry into the town, and their beautiful flowers were no worse than He Huihui's, they would certainly be able to do so.

But if you want to marry in the town, it's not easy.

In this way, Feng Meihua procrastinated until now. Fang Zichen will appear at this time. The Feng family has been excited since they learned that he was working in Zuixiaolou. Now that they know that he has to take the imperial examination, they are even more impatient.

Brother Zhao didn't want to and pursed his lips. The matchmaker kept saying good things about the girl from the Feng family. She finished drinking the water in the bowl and ordered the boy who was playing with the nine-ring chain at the door to pour water for her.

In her opinion, she was not afraid of offending Brother Zhao at all.

If this matchmaking is successful, how can that girl from the Feng family stop thinking about her?

A girl from the Feng family must have a good appearance, a big butt, and big breasts. She will be ready to have a baby at a glance, and she is much better than her brother.

A man! Who doesn't like cute and soft girls? Who doesn't want to continue the family line?

My brother is so tough that it will be difficult to give birth to a baby.

As long as she comes in, talks sweetly, and has nothing to do with Brother Zhao.

Brother Zhao didn't say a word the whole time. The matchmaker asked him to tell Fang Zichen when he came back.

Brother Zhao is not big-minded, and he also knows that if a girl from the Feng family comes in, he may not be able to keep Fang Zichen because he is stupid and cannot coax people.

He didn't know what to do. He was sad, uncomfortable, aggrieved, panicked, and resentful, and it was hard to describe.

He was annoyed with the Feng family, and he was also annoyed with the matchmaker who worked as a matchmaker for the Feng family, but no matter how annoyed he was, he couldn't say a word.

If you say it, you are guilty of seven mistakes.

In the evening, Fang Zichen came back to play with the boy in the yard. He stared at him for a while, but chose to hide the matter.

You can't hide it for long, but if you can hide it for one day, it's one day.

······

Brother Zhao asked: "Do you know what she specializes in?"

"I don't know!" Fang Zichen shook his head: "I'm not familiar with her, and she's always wanted to seduce me. "You fell in love with me at first sight."

Brother Zhao: "How can you see that?"

"A man's intuition." Fang Zichen glanced back and happened to catch the girl's gaze. Chen smiled shyly, and Fang Zichen looked like he couldn't bear the excitement, so he immediately turned back: "If nothing else happens, she will call me soon."

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the girl really shouted: "Mr. Fang "Come and see, is it clean enough?"

"Humph!" Fang Zichen raised his left eyebrow and whispered to Brother Zhao, "See, it's not as expected!" "

Brother Zhao glanced at him, and when he saw him responding, tossing his head coolly, and walking into the shop, Brother Zhao lowered his eyes, grabbed a corner of his clothes, and followed him in.

"Sir, is this okay?" The girl gasped. She hadn't worked for several years, and now she was rubbing the ground. Her back was sore and she was so tired.

She waved her hand and then looked carefully to see if it was thicker.

There is water on the rag, and the fingers will inevitably get wet. Over time, they will become a little wrinkled. The girl complained very much: "Master, look at my hands, they don't look good."

Fang Zichen did not respond directly, but turned around again, He leaned into Brother Zhao's ear and said, "Why did she say that, do you know?"

Brother Zhao shook his head, and Fang Zichen vowed, "She wanted to attract my attention."

Brother Zhao: "... · ·"

Guai Zai blinked his big eyes and whispered: "Yes, she also wants to attract Guai Zai's attention!"

Brother Zhao's mouth twitched.

Fang Zichen knocked on the good boy's head: "Go, go, your hair is not all grown yet! What are you thinking about?"

The good boy covered his head and buried it in his neck, laughing!

The floor, tables and chairs were all wiped clean. Fang Zichen nodded. He originally thought that the girl would say something else. Her arms were sore and could she help her rub them, but when the girl heard this, she immediately turned her head. Walking out the door, his back was determined.

She finally understood what was happening in front of her. This young master didn't come to him to do that kind of thing. Even if he wanted to do that kind of thing, his husband and his son would come to her door. If he stayed here any longer, Maybe that guy is going to tear her apart.

The girl thought of the cold and cold look Brother Zhao gave her outside the door. Thinking about it now, she felt a little scared.

After working for noon, it was thirty cents.

What bad luck!

'I know I'm handsome and excellent, but this is not good! Men and women are not intimate, and I am a married man. ' The words of stern rejection reached his throat, but the other party actually left just like that. Fang Zichen was a little stunned.

Can you respect me? ? !

Are you polite?

Looking at his expression, Brother Zhao turned aside and laughed softly.

Fang Zichen: "...Don't laugh!"

"No," Brother Zhao tried his best to control it: "The girl is here again."

The embarrassed look on Fang Zichen's face receded, and the tip of his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. , smiled in confusion: "Play hard to get, you're quite good at it!"

He took two steps and went up to him: "Anything else..." What's the matter?

The girl walked straight past him without even looking at him, took the handkerchief left on the table, and left in a hurry.

Fang Zichen: "..."

Brother Zhao couldn't help it anymore and burst into laughter.

He really thinks too much.

After what this girl has been through, if she has a bad attitude, she will probably have a strong psychological shadow in the future.

Fang Zichen's eyes turned complaining, and he sat aside with his baby in his arms.

The good boy stepped on his lap, hugged his neck, and said, "Father, daddy was so angry just now!"

Fang Zichen echoed him and asked in a low voice, "Why is he angry?"

"Good boy, you are not talking to the West!" The good boy shook his head. He shook his head and said, "My dear, I'm so scared." He

was both scared and worried.

"Be good," Fang Zichen touched his tender little face: "It's okay to be afraid. Even if the tigress shows off its power, your father will be afraid too. In the future, if your father gets angry again, you can find your father, and he will protect you."

Be good . Zai now knows what a tigress is.

Two days ago, he went to look for Liuyou. When he came back and passed by the grain drying farm, he heard a few men complaining about the tigress in his home. When he came back, he asked Fang Zichen what a tigress was.

At that time, Brother Zhao was taking a nap in the room. Fang Zichen picked up his little boy and quietly came to the room. When he got to the bed, he pointed at Brother Zhao and said, "Hey, look, this is the tigress." He moved carefully, Gently opening Brother Zhao's mouth, like a salesperson introducing products in a mall: "These are the fangs of a tigress." Then pointing to Brother Zhao's hand: "These are his front claws, very sharp. If you slap me, it can knock a person's teeth out of place, or even cause a concussion. You have to be obedient in the future. It's very dangerous if the tigress gets angry..."

Brother Zhao didn't know what to do . When he woke up, Mu Di, he met Brother Zhao's cold gaze, and his whole body choked.

Having developed a habit at Ma's house, Brother Zhao has always been very sleepy. When Fang Zichen entered the house, he woke up, but he stood on tiptoe like a thief and shushed the good boy, wanting to see what he was up to. , then made no sound.

At this moment, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Is Fang Zichen such a person?

Brother Zhao smiled sinisterly, grinded his teeth, and asked knowingly: "Husband, what were you just talking about?"

Fang Zichen stopped his smile and laughed: "No...it's nothing!"

That day, he was beaten by Brother Zhao . He chased and beat him with a wooden stick, and spent the whole afternoon saying good things and begging for mercy, before Brother Zhao let him go.

The good boy witnessed the whole process and immediately nodded and said: "Good boy Xidao Bird!"

If he continued to laugh, Fang Zichen was afraid that his butt would smoke with embarrassment. Brother Zhao coughed, walked over and sat down opposite him. Then he looked at it carefully.

"Husband, whose shop is this?"

"I rented it," Fang Zichen said.

"Ah?" Brother Zhao said, "You asked me for money last night, were you using it to rent a shop?"

"Otherwise?" Fang Zichen sat next to him: "I wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect you. I discovered it first, how is it? Are you satisfied with it?"

Brother Zhao was embarrassed when he thought it belonged to someone else. But now he heard that it was rented by him. He couldn't sit still anymore and wandered around. stand up.

He had originally thought about renting a room, but it was not that he would be tired, but that it was cold in winter, and it would either rain or snow. Fang Zichen, who had difficulty getting up, was afraid that he would suffer.

Unexpectedly, Fang Zichen found it first.

This shop is very suitable.

Originally, I thought that if Fang Zichen lived in the town, he and his son would definitely come with him.

He was used to being held in his arms while sleeping at night. Fang Zichen was not here, and he was not used to it even if his son missed him and didn't tell him.

But when he came to stay in the town at night, his business might be affected, so he was a little reluctant to let go. Now that there were shops outside and people living behind them, he was really satisfied.

"How much is the rent?"

"Twenty taels of silver." Fang Zichen said.

Originally it was more than two taels, but the other seller's boss gave him a small amount because of his dignity.

For such a big shop on West Street, the price is considered cheap.

On the way back to Zuixiaolou, Brother Zhao told Fang Zichen that the girl he was looking for was actually a prostitute.

In Anping Alley, everyone standing outside is a prostitute soliciting clients.

Brother Zhao smiled and asked: "Don't you even know?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen's face turned red.

How could he, an innocent little man, know that?

How dare he go after knowing this?

No wonder the girl's words were so inappropriate. Their feelings were not on the same channel.

I just wanted to ask Brother Zhao why he came, but now I understand.

"Are you afraid that I will go find them?"

Brother Zhao moved his mouth, but before he could say anything, Fang Zichen said angrily: "Really, we have been together for almost half a year, and we are already an old married couple. What am I doing?" You still don't understand me? I am so innocent, so reliable and so good, I am a perfect match for you. I am young and ignorant, and I have been hanged on your crooked tree, and you are still suspicious all day long. "

Brother Zhao: "..."

Fang Zichen accused him: "Are you worthy of me?"

Brother Zhao: "..."

"It's hard for me to just deal with you at night. How can I have the energy? " Go find someone else."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao felt that this was very inappropriate, as he said it as if he was that kind of person.

"Your actions hurt my young heart."

Brother Zhao took a breath and said, "Can I apologize?"

"Is just apologizing enough? An apology can make it up to me..."

"You Is it over?" Brother Zhao stopped and stared at him: "Do you want to take a fist?"

Fang Zichen: "...

I can't live this day.

He didn't dare to say anything. He hugged the boy and followed him silently. When he saw the old man selling candied haws, he ran over and bought two bunches.

"Don't be angry!" He pinched the good boy's butt and gave him a look. The good boy understood and immediately said: "Daddy, please don't be angry with me, okay? Kiss you, good boy." What a bird."

Brother Zhao gave him a kiss and took the candied haws. Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he felt wronged, trying to reason with a brother was like arguing with an animal.

Win, he is more of an animal than an animal.

If he loses, he will be worse than a beast.

A draw, then he is no different from an animal.

If you talk back to Brother Zhao, win or lose, you will definitely get a beating.

He is a good man, let me be my husband, what's wrong? Just asked what happened?

Chapter 114

After a visit, Brother Zhao didn't intend to go back empty-handed. He happened to have some money, so he went to Old Man Li and bought nearly sixty pounds of meat.

Today, Old Man Li killed two pigs. The pork belly was fat and thin, and they both looked good.

Last time, Angkor brought a bacon rabbit to his family, and Uncle Liu's daughter-in-law also brought a piece of bacon, which was cooked. He saw that Fang Zichen seemed to like eating it.

If the bacon is completely lean and must be cured with firewood, it will not taste good. Pork belly is the best. But he came in a hurry and didn't bring a backpack. It weighed more than fifty or sixty pounds, and it was hard to carry with one hand. It was too greasy and couldn't be carried directly. He subconsciously looked at Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen was teasing the boy when he caught his gaze and asked cautiously, "What are you doing?"

Brother Zhao said, "What should I do if I don't have a backpack?"

He thought it was the queen settling accounts! Fang Zichen said casually: "If you don't have any, just go buy one!"

The market had already closed by now, and the vendors who bought backpacks had already closed their stalls and went back. There were some in the grocery store, but the backpacks there were several coppers more expensive than those sold by the vendors. .

In this way, most people will not buy it in the grocery store unless they are in a hurry. The backpacks in the grocery store have been stored for a long time.

The backpack is made of bamboo. Generally, if you use it carefully, it can last for several years. However, the longer you keep it, the shorter the time it will last after you buy it.

Brother Zhao was reluctant to part with those few copper coins.

I already have two at home, so buying another one would be superfluous.

He glared at Fang Zichen: "It's all your fault!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

It's so good, why do you blame him? Didn't you eat his candied haws? Why is your anger still not gone?

He rolled his eyes almost to the back of his head.

This guy is so unreasonable and so messy, it's also a headache. When you can't win the argument, you get scolded, and when you win the argument, you get beaten again.

If you rely on yourself to pamper him, you will be lawless. What might be done! After all, it is my own.

It's also my own fault. I was obsessed with him at the time, and I fell in love with him in a moment. No matter how bad-tempered my husband was, I had no choice but to tolerate him if he loved to touch him.

All his life, he had fallen into this round-faced brother.

Fang Zichen sighed and stepped forward to negotiate with Old Man Li.

They bought a lot, and they all knew each other, so Old Man Li asked his men to help send them back.

Just like this, Brother Zhao smiled sweetly again.

He also knew that he had been somewhat unreasonable just now. It was because he misunderstood Fang Zichen, and he was also in a hurry, without a backpack, and suddenly bought meat. Fang Zichen didn't blame him, so he should just have fun, but he was angry. Fang Zichen comforted him in turn. From beginning to end, he only complained a few words.

Fang Zichen was tolerant of him. He should have given up when he saw fit, but he couldn't control it. He wanted to test and see where the bottom line was! So let's speculate, if it was known that he had concealed the Feng family's affairs, how angry would Fang Zichen be when he found out? Can he coax people to be nice by himself?

There was no one at the pork stall at the moment. Old Man Li went into the backyard to look for the boy, but no one paid attention to this place.

"Husband," Brother Zhao took the initiative to hug his arm and said sincerely, "You are so kind!"

Fang Zichen lowered his head and kissed him on the cheek, smiled and said, "I feel the same way, your family The ancestral grave is really smoking."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao hit him again: "Shameless!"

"Why are you so shameless when I just helped you?" "Yes." Fang Zichen sighed and said, "I don't know what evil I did in my previous life, but I fell into the hands of a brother like you in this life, eh..."

"You're talking nonsense again." Without any sincerity, he said: "Don't be angry!"

Fang Zichen: "Then you say a few words to coax me!"

Brother Zhao frowned: "How to coax!" He is not very good at praising others, let alone To coax people, he used to coax Fang Zichen by kissing him, but that time he was in his own yard, and now, in public, the first kiss had exhausted all his courage.

"Look at you, you have to be taught this. Just say that you love me, very much. The first time you saw me, you secretly made a secret love for me. You fell deeply in love with me. Now you love me so much." I can't help myself. If I don't see me for a moment, I will lose my mind and feel heartbroken, like my body is being burned!"

Brother Zhao was a little stunned. He couldn't say these words. He could only grind his teeth. There was no deterrence. glanced at him.

Fang Zichen had to rush back to work, so he teased him a few more words, which only made Brother Zhao's face turn red and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't raise his head.

When he saw that Brother Zhao was shy, the fists hanging by his sides were also clenched, and the lines of his cheeks were tense. He knew that the tigress was going to go crazy again. Fang Zichen stopped as soon as he felt good, stuffed the good boy into his arms, and put the soles of his feet As if oiled, he hurried away.

There are not many guests today, and it is not as busy as before.

Fang Zichen grabbed the pen and wrote on the paper.

It's not that I suddenly had a sudden surge of literary thoughts and wrote some poems and songs, but the recipes.

In modern times, he often goes back to live in the military compound during summer vacation. When his grandma got old and couldn't do big things, she was idle and bored, so she learned to cook from the family cook.

In the 1970s and 1980s, she was a lady from an official family. She was married and had not even set foot in the kitchen.

In her later years, she suddenly wanted to learn how to cook, but her cooking skills were not fully developed. She followed the cook's instructions step by step, and the fried food was still as good as the food she had served in the army for many years and was still healthy even in her seventies. Grandpa, who could jump up and down, was almost sent to the ICU.

Grandma's cooking wasn't very good, but she read a lot of recipes. Sometimes she would throw them on the tea table after reading them, and Fang Zichen would occasionally look through them.

I didn't think about using it at first, and I didn't read much of it. This is really a book that I will miss when I use it.

In the end, Lin Zongzong wrote more than a dozen recipes.

After renting a shop, he couldn't just sell hot sauce. If he just sold hot sauce, he would never be able to spend money like water again in his life.

...

As soon as Brother Zhao arrived home with his child and his assistant, Brother Zhou came.

After Brother Zhao left at noon, he had been in a state of confusion, and he didn't know whether it was right or wrong to tell Brother Zhao.

If because of this incident, the two of them got into a fight and Brother Zhao was beaten, what would he do?

After Brother Zhao left, he kept worrying about it. Now that he had come back from the meeting, he not only brought an unfamiliar boy with him, but also bought pork. He was stunned, but there were still outsiders here, so he could only endure it. With his temper, he waited for the people to put down the pork and leave, then he coaxed the boy to play in the yard and hurriedly asked Brother Zhao.

Brother Zhao smiled: "He did find it."

"Then you can still laugh?" Brother Zhou said, "Are you so angry?"

Brother Zhao knew that he was worried about him, so he thought about it, Let's talk about it anyway.

Brother Zhou: "..."

Brother Zhou couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.

"Don't tell anyone about this matter." Brother Zhao warned him. Fang Zichen wanted to save face. If this matter spread, he would be ashamed. Although he didn't know how to hit anyone, if he knew that he was the one who spread the word, If you go out, you might get angry with him.

"Don't worry! I won't tell anyone." Brother Zhou said.

He is a strict talker and doesn't like to talk about right and wrong. Even if he does talk, he is talking about others and how can he talk about himself.

After buying the pork, Old Man Li had already cut it into pieces for him, but there were still some hairs on the pig skin that had not been shaved off. The pig hair was not as easy to pull out as chicken and duck feathers, and it was not convenient to put it on the stove. Brother Zhao A fire was lit in the yard and the pork was singed.

The burned pig skin will turn black. Brother Zhou took a knife and water to help him scrape it clean.

After that, rub it with salt and put it in a vat for two days. When the flavor is absorbed, hang the pork on the stove and smoke it using the fireworks produced when cooking rice and water.

So busy, half the afternoon passed.

...

There is nothing that must be done at a certain point in time, but when it is time to get off work, Fang Zichen must leave.

After leaving the city gate, we turned onto the dirt road leading to Xiaohe Village. After walking for a while, we saw several men sitting on the big rocks in front of us.

The other person seemed to be resting, and he looked familiar. There was a scar on the left side of his face, diagonally from his brow to his cheek. It looked like he had been cut by a sharp blade. He looked very vicious, and he was holding a stick in his hand. He doesn't look like a good person at first glance.

Although Fang Zichen could not recognize all the people in Xiaohe Village, the men in the village worked hard all day long. Their skin color was dark, and there was a lot of dirt between their fingers. These people's faces were blue, the whites of their eyes were yellow, and their tears were black, as if they were engaged in sexual indulgence. Too much, his facial features can barely be considered regular, but looking left and right, he just doesn't look like those in the village.

Brother Zhao told him before that there was a man in Xiaorong Village gambling in the town. He lost more than thirty taels and couldn't get it back, so the gambling house sent someone to come to collect the debt.

If these people were not sent by the gambling den, then they came to seek revenge due to personal grudges.

This road only leads to Xiaohe Village and Xiaorong Village. I don't know which unlucky person is in trouble. I don't know if all the tables and chairs in the house were smashed.

Hey...

It is said that pornography, gambling and drugs are not to be touched. If you don't have the ability of a God of Gamblers, it's better not to touch them. If you touch them, your family will be ruined at best, and your family will be destroyed at worst.

Fang Zichen observed half a second of silence for the unfortunate guy.

When the other party saw him, they all picked up the sticks at their feet, stood up, and looked straight at him.

Fang Zichen didn't pay attention at first, what a handsome guy! It was inevitable that he would attract attention, but he didn't react until he got closer and the other party surrounded him.

Oh...

he is the unlucky guy!

This posture was obviously looking for trouble. Fang Zichen stopped and frowned slightly: "Who are you?"

The scarred man put the wooden stick across his shoulders, glanced at Fang Zichen up and down, and said: "Is your name Fang Zichen?"

Fang Zichen shook his head with an innocent look on his face: "No!"

"Brother, he said his name was not Fang Zichen. Did we make a mistake?"

"That shouldn't be the case!" The group treated him like nothing: "According to what Ma Lao San described From the looks of it, it should be him."

Fang Zichen took a deep breath.

Ma Laosan wanted to find trouble with him because of his feelings, so he hired someone to deal with him.

He just said that he didn't seem to offend anyone recently and was always kind to others.

Ma Laosan is such a mean person. Apart from what happened before, I didn't offend him in the next two months, but he still had to make things difficult for me.

It seems that he was too gentle before!

These people were low-level gangsters in the town. Ma Laosan knew that Fang Zichen was a good fighter, so he spent money and hired six people to teach him a lesson.

It's not that he wants his life. No matter how bad the village men are, they don't dare to get involved in the murder case. They just want the other person to be disfigured or missing an arm or a leg.

Not everyone is eligible to take the imperial examination.

In Daxia, generally speaking, marriage and descendants, merchants and their descendants, matchmakers and their descendants, etc., these industries are called the lower reaches. Therefore, these people were not eligible to take the imperial examination.

In addition to people in these industries who cannot participate in the imperial examination, people with physical disabilities cannot participate. For example, those who are deaf, disfigured, lame, hunchbacked, etc. are not eligible.

Ma Laosan described Fang Zichen's appearance and physical characteristics to them. He also told them what time he worked in Zui Xiaolou and what time he started work and what time he finished work.

Today is not a market day. Even if it is a market day, ordinary people would go early and come back early.

At this time, the only person I could meet on the road who had just returned from town was Fang Zichen, who was working late at night.

Fang Zichen is tall and has an outstanding appearance, exactly as Ma Laosan described.

"But he said he's not Fang Zichen!"

"Are you stupid? If he says he's not, then he's not? We're going to beat him. Even if he really is, how can he admit it now?" As soon as the man finished speaking, he turned to ask Fang Zichen : "Are you Fang Zichen?"

This person may have a funny brain.

Fang Zichen: "... I don't want to change my name, but I don't want to change my surname. I'm Chen Zifang."

"Brother, he said his name is Chen Zifang! We must have found the wrong person."

Big brother: "... ·"

Fang Zichen: "······"

He couldn't help laughing and was immediately scolded by the other party.

"You, don't laugh, we are intercepting you now, you have to respect us, otherwise... or we will beat you with such a thick stick, you..." He

hasn't finished yet , Fang Zichen took out his wallet first.

"What do you want to do?" The other person's elder brother was very wary and looked at Fang Zichen warily: "Someone paid three hundred coins to buy your leg."

"How much?" Fang Zichen asked.

"Three hundred coins."

Fang Zichen took out half a piece of broken silver and said, "I'll pay twice as much. This is six hundred coins. How about you help me cripple Ma Lao San?"

The eldest brother's eyes lit up and he glanced at Fang Zichen. , said: "You just want to send us away with six hundred coins and treat us as beggars?"

Fang Zichen laughed: "Why, six hundred coins is not enough?"

"Today, I just want one of your legs." Then said the eldest brother.

"You want my leg for three hundred coins?" Fang Zichen said: "You guys are looking down on me! For six hundred coins, do you want to do it or not?"

The elder brother said: "It's not a question of money. Those who are in the gang are all about loyalty. "

Fang Zichen lost his patience. The other party just looked at the money and his eyes were shining. He said it was not the money's problem. It was a joke.

They just want to sit back and raise the price.

Fang Zichen lost his patience. He was not afraid of a fight. Even if there were many people on the other side, they looked so skinny that they might not be able to withstand his punch.

Fang Zichen pulled the eldest brother up and carried him into the air.

The eldest brother's face turned red with anger and he struggled for a while, but Fang Zichen's strength was frightening and he refused to break free. Several of the younger brothers grabbed wooden sticks and tried to beat him, but Fang Zichen's cold and thin voice rang out first: "Know Tan Dabiao? Do you know him? Is Xiong Shuai?..."

He named a few names. These people were all gangster leaders from the four streets, east, west, north and south, and their names were well-known in the 'gangster world'.

When the eldest brother heard this, his pupils shrank slightly and his legs trembled: "You... do you really recognize them?"

Fang Zichen saw how hard he was struggling and simply let go: "If you don't believe me, give it a try! What are you doing today ?" If you want me to have a leg, I can lead someone to ask for your life tomorrow."

Big Brother: "..."

No matter if we really know him or not, with the strength of the other party...

"Oh, brother, look. What you said was just a joke. Do you want Ma Laosan to have a leg? Brother, I will help you." The elder brother was very attentive: "Come on, sit down for a while. Are you tired? Do you want me to give you a leg?"

...

The next night, a big thing happened in the village.

Chapter 115

Ma Laosan was beaten, which caused an uproar in the village.

I heard that on the way to work in the fields, he was dragged into the woods and beaten. He was seriously injured. He was carried back with a wooden board. His face was bruised and swollen, and his left leg was bloody and bloody. The materials were badly damaged, soaked with blood, and some were even stuck in the flesh.

I don't know how it was done. It was disgusting and terrifying. Everyone who saw it took a breath.

Mr. Ma called Mr. Ma to call the doctor. The young barefoot doctor in the village had been an apprentice in a clothing store for several years, so it was not a problem for him to have a headache or fever.

He came to Ma's house and was invited into Ma Laosan's house.

Ma Laosan has bruises on his face and stomach. These are not fatal. He will be prescribed some medicine, take food and apply them, and take good care of them. It will be fine in half a month, but the serious injury is on his left leg.

The flesh and flesh of the pants were stuck together. The old doctor had been practicing medicine for many years and had never seen such a serious injury. When he was cutting it with scissors to clean it, Ma Laosan broke out in a cold sweat and was so painful that he wanted to faint. After cleaning it, the old doctor just As soon as he touched it, Ma Laosan screamed, and after pressing for a long time, the old doctor shook his head: "I can't see his legs, you'd better hire someone else!"

Mrs. Sun started to cry, her eyes swollen: " Why can't you see it? The previous lady from the He family has sprained her foot. Why don't you take care of her? Doctor, please help me! We can give you any amount of money."

"How can this be the same? ?" The old doctor stood up and took the medicine box: "Your bones are broken, what should I do? Go to the Shanren Hall in the town to find the money doctor, maybe there is some hope."

Aunt Ma was not happy when she heard this. . Is the doctor in town so easy to find?

When you go out to see a doctor, the consultation fee is doubled, plus food and dressings, how many taels of silver is it? ?

Aunt Ma only felt that it was like cutting her flesh, not only painful, but also uncomfortable.

Moreover, if this is really a broken leg, can it be cured within a few months? When the time comes, she will have to rely on people to take care of her when she lies in bed, eats, drinks, and poops. Although it is not her turn to serve, she won't have to do the work in Sun's field!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Before leaving, the doctor told him that if he wanted to be cured, he should see a doctor as soon as possible. Otherwise, if he stayed too long, his bones would become crooked and it would be difficult to cure him, and he might become a cripple.

Uncle Ma and Mrs. Ma were in so much pain, and Ma Laosan kept shouting about the pain, so they didn't dare to delay.

Boss Ma went to the village chief's house to borrow an ox cart and hurried to the town.

Another group of people gathered outside the Majiayuan. Seeing Mrs. Li coming out with a basin of blood and anyone who was friendly with her, they hurriedly asked what was going on and why they wanted to go to town.

Li said it clearly.

Villagers and neighbors usually have conflicts between themselves. When the conflict is minor, they will bicker and greet each other's ancestors, go to pull out corn seedlings in the middle of the night, or block the water in other people's paddy fields. When the conflict becomes serious, The fight would just be 'stopping', and then we'd never see each other again until death.

Farm men rely solely on the strength of a handful of hands to make ends meet, and having a broken leg or hand is no different than taking half of a person's life.

Ma Laosan will be beaten until his legs are broken. How much hatred and resentment is this?

Someone hissed: "Who did your uncle offend?"

Ms. Li frowned and shook her head: "I don't know."

The two men who had just returned from carrying Ma Laosan said they saw no one.

There was a piece of land on the south slope of Ma's house, which was quite remote. After lunch, he was going to weed there. When he was halfway through the work, he saw the gangsters he hired earlier rushing toward him with wooden sticks.

Before he could react, he was pushed to the ground. Those people surrounded him and beat him continuously. As soon as he opened his mouth to shout, a gangster stuffed mud into his mouth.

When his leg was broken, he felt so much pain that he couldn't bear it. He glanced twice and fainted. The gangsters left. After a while, he woke up from the pain again. After shouting for a long time, two people were called to carry him back.

The Ma family is not very popular in the village, and they offend a lot of people. However, the Ma family has many brothers, and they have several second-generation men. Ordinary people do not dare to offend them easily.

If he dared, Ma Laosan wouldn't have been tricked just now. The three brothers of the Ma family were beaten to the point of paralysis eight hundred years ago.

The doctor was quickly summoned.

Doctor Qian was recommended by Barefoot Doctor.

It was getting late now, and the consultation fee was quite expensive. Regardless of whether the patient could be saved or not, the consultation fee of two taels of silver was indispensable.

As usual, Doctor Qian first touched it and then pressed it gently. Seeing him frowning, Uncle Ma asked: "Doctor, look at my third child's leg..."

"No bones were felt. Doctor Qian sighed and said, "It should be broken."

"Ah..." Mr. Ma's lips trembled: "Then, can we still be saved?"

Doctor Qian: "This will hurt your life." It's okay, it's just this leg..."

In ancient times, medical conditions were limited. In modern times, it is very difficult to completely treat serious comminuted fractures without leaving any sequelae, let alone here.

Ma Laosan wanted to ruin Fang Zichen's future. Although he failed, his intention was really vicious.

If you are powerless and a weak scholar with no strength, you may really be taken advantage of.

Destroying someone's future is like killing one's parents. Fang Zichen was very angry. Before leaving, he said to his eldest brother: "Let's forget the past and take a step back to see the world. These words are too hypocritical for me. What about me! In fact, I am not generous." , I like the wind and water to turn and turn to death. I don't want to see Ma Laosan lame for a few months, and then come to jump in front of me." He walked up to the elder brother step by step, his lowered eyes were cold and ruthless, and he added. He was very powerful, giving people a sense of oppression that was difficult to ignore: "Do you know what I mean?"

The elder brother watched him approach, his whole body tensed up, his legs kept shaking, he tried hard to keep himself Keep calm: "I know...I know."

Afraid of not being able to handle it well, Fang Zichen came to the door and a group of people broke Ma Laosan's legs. He was afraid that if he went back to find the doctor, he would be picked up later and used again. The rocks were smashed hard.

Ma Laosan's leg bones were almost shattered into pieces, and he would never be able to stand up again in this life.

Hearing that Doctor Qian had nothing to do, Mrs. Ma and Mrs. Sun cried and cried.

"My poor son... who can kill a thousand swords so cruelly..."

"Master, wuwuwu..."

Ma Laosan was stunned, as if he was being The blow hit him, but he didn't react for a while. He couldn't believe it at this moment. His legs were really crippled...

Among his three children, the eldest was only nine years old. What would happen in the future?

Aunt Ma has been clamoring to divide the family, but because of the pressure of the two elders in the family, the family has not been divided.

But later, the two elders died, the family was divided, his leg was broken, and he couldn't work. What would the whole family do?

Originally, not only his legs hurt, but his whole body hurt, but now, he seemed to not feel it anymore.

The leg couldn't be cured, but the injury was serious, so medicine still had to be applied. Doctor Qian helped bandage it and prescribed some medicine, which cost him almost five taels of silver.

This is only for three days. The dressing will have to be changed after three days, and another payment will be required at that time.

This year's grain harvest was completely destroyed by Fang Zichen, leaving no hair left. All the brown rice he ate in the past two months was bought in the town.

Although brown rice is cheap, if you have a large family and you buy a lot of it, it costs a lot of money.

When Ma Wen loses his job, the Ma family loses their income. Mrs. Ma is in charge of the money and counts it every day. She knows best what is going on at home.

More than twenty taels, one penny is used and one penny is missing. Now seven taels have been lost. How long can the remaining ones last?

The autumn harvest was originally scheduled for September, but I don't know what happened this year. The people from above haven't come yet, but it's inevitable, it's just a matter of time.

If there is no food to hand over, you have to pay money. The Ma family has more than ten acres of land and has to pay a lot of money. This is another loss.

Money was not enough to begin with, and Ma Laosan's incident undoubtedly made matters worse.

After sending Dr. Qian away and waiting for Ma Lao San to drink the medicine, Ma Lao San stood by the bed with a cane: "Lao San, tell me what is going on."

He has lived for decades. I still have good eyesight.

Gangsun went to report to the official, but Ma Laosan blocked him. He knew something was wrong.

His youngest son is the smartest among the three children, and he looks like he has the best temper, but in fact, compared to the first two, this third son is the most petty-minded and never wants to suffer.

"I...I..." Ma Laosan hesitated, his head drooped unconsciously when Old Man Ma asked him so sternly: "I, I don't know either."

Old Man Ma crutches Knocking on the ground hard, he shouted loudly: "Tell me the truth."

Sun wiped her face: "Dad, what are you doing? The leader was beaten and his legs were disabled, and you... "..."

"Shut up, you have the right to speak here? Third child, if you still want to change the medicine, just tell me the truth."

Mrs. Sun felt uncomfortable after hearing what Mr. Ma said . I thought that if I choked twice, I would have to shut up completely.

Mrs. Ma controls the money in the family, and Mrs. Sun knows that although she loves Ma Laosan, she also listens to Mr. Ma's words.

She probably knew a little bit about what was going on at home. Money was already tight enough, and she was really afraid that if she said one more thing, the family would really stop treating Ma Laosan.

She had secretly saved some money over the years, but it was only three taels of silver. Mrs. Ma also knew it, but she loved her son so she turned a blind eye.

It hurts my muscles and bones for a hundred days, but I don't know how long I need to apply this medicine! What's the use of three taels of silver?

Ma Laosan naturally thought of this, and immediately told him about hiring someone to intercept Fang Zichen.

Uncle Ma hates iron and steel: "Confused, you are so confused! I told you not to provoke him again. He is the nemesis of our Ma family. Why don't you listen?"

Ma Laosan said with a bitter face . : "...Dad, I am..." A grown man, in his late thirties, couldn't help but have red eyes: "I'm just not convinced." He didn't expect it. Like this, if I had known... my legs would be useless by now, and Ma Laosan would be so damaged that his intestines would turn blue.

That group of people obviously took Fang Zichen's money and turned against him.

When Mrs. Sun heard this, she immediately stood up and said bitterly: "It's him, dad, I'm going to report to the official."

As she said this, she was about to walk out the door, but Mr. Ma said: "Go, you miss your son's legs?" If you don't agree, go ahead."

Mrs. Sun paused: "Dad, what do you mean?"

"This is the fault of the third child. He is the first in the county examination. , next time, if nothing happens, a child will be born in the village. "Uncle Ma lives a long time, eats a lot of salt, and travels a lot, so many things are clear to us:" We comforted An. There are only so many children in the town every year, and the county boss is paying attention! That boy got the first place in the county examination, which shows that he is very knowledgeable. No matter how hard he works, even the talented students in our town have not been able to get out of school for several years. He is more than a scholar. If one of them is born, not to mention the performance of the county magistrate, it will make our whole Fu'an town look bright. So, if you go to report to the official, the county magistrate will help you. Or help him?"

After hearing this and knowing the pros and cons, Mrs. Sun was speechless for a moment.

Uncle Ma sighed and said: "Even if the county magistrate turns against us and the third child only loses a leg, the most he can do is pay some money and go to jail for a few days. That kid is not a good person at first glance. If he comes out, what if?" How to take revenge on us? He knows so many people in the town, it would be easy to deal with us. "

There is another point that Mr. Ma didn't say.

If Fang Zichen takes the exam again and is really selected as a scholar, the relationship between the two families is already not good. If there is further trouble, they will mark him down. What should I do?

After confronting Fang Zichen several times, the Ma family has not been asking for favors even before they stand up. Once they become successful in the future, the Ma family may really be unable to afford it.

He couldn't risk his whole family just because of his dead son.

The village became lively for a while because of Ma Laosan's incident. There were different opinions as to why Ma Laosan was beaten.

When something like this happened to the Ma family, they were sad, but there were many happy people in the village.

...

The good boy was playing outside with his friends. When Ma Laosan was being carried back, he was followed by a group of people watching the fun. He didn't know it and, like a loach, he squeezed into the crowd and saw Ma Laosan shut up. Even though his lower body was covered with blood, he was not afraid. He waited until Ma Laosan was lifted far away and out of sight, then he ran back and told Brother Zhao.

"Dad, Ma Laosan is finished!"

Brother Zhao has been busy at home and didn't know it. He asked curiously while peeling garlic: "What happened to him?"

The good boy blinked: "He is dead."

Brother Zhao He stopped and was a little surprised: "Real or fake? Did you read that correctly?"

He just met Ma Laosan on the road a few days ago. He was fine at the time, and I didn't hear that he was sick!

The good boy smiled, with a mouthful of millet grains exposed, as if he was very happy. He squatted next to Brother Zhao, raised his hand and gestured: "He was lying on the bed, and the uncles carried him away to bury him. The good boy won't You read it wrong!"

Brother Zhao touched his head and asked him to stay at home and see his family. He went to Liu's house

and met several people along the way. He knew it before he reached Liu's house. .

This Ma Laosan was not lying on his back, he was just beaten.

Bai was happy.

He turned around and went back. As soon as he reached the door, he met Fang Zichen who had just returned from work.

The good boy ran over and asked Fang Zichen to hug him, and then told Fang Zichen about Ma Laosan.

Fang Zichen blinked, a little panicked.

He asked someone to take his leg, not his life! Why did people die?

Looking at his appearance, Brother Zhao seemed to understand something and leaned on his other side: "Don't believe him if he's not dead."

Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief. He was a good law-abiding citizen and he didn't dare to do bad things.

Guaizi said: "Father, Ma Laosan beat Guaizi in agony. Guaizi wants revenge."

Fang Zichen hugged him to the side and sat down, and asked: "How do you want to take revenge?"

Guaizi didn't have any idea in his brain. You know what you are pretending to be: "Father, help the good boy dig out his grave. Is it enough?"

Brother Zhao: "..."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Smash it here... ··It's time to send him to a child labor camp.

Chapter 116

Fang Zichen's mouth was opened wide. Brother Zhao frowned and punched him on the spot: "Listen, is this decent?"

Fang Zichen was unjustly accused: "Then hit me! Hit me! What?"

Brother Zhao stared at him and said, "I didn't learn everything from you."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen was bored, he really couldn't resist this. Thinking about it carefully, it seems true.

Fang Zichen has never raised children, has little experience, and is carefree. He has no scruples in what he says in front of the good boy. At this age, imitative learning is at its strongest. He stays with Fang Zichen every day. Over time, what is a good boy? He can speak everything.

The good boy looked at Brother Zhao, then looked at Fang Zichen, and said with disapproval: "Daddy is beating my father for Simo? Isn't it wrong to hit someone, does it hurt my father? Good boy, please give me a hug, dad is not good to hit someone." , Guaizi decided not to kiss him today."

Brother Zhao held his forehead helplessly and with a headache.

It was obvious that the punch was on the back, but the good boy held Fang Zichen's face with his two small hands and breathed hard towards his left cheek. After breathing for a long time, he seemed to be shy and embarrassed and asked: "Father, can you help the good boy?"

Fang Zichen wiped the saliva on his face, and Mo Ke could do nothing: "Why do you ask me to help you for your own revenge?"

The good boy's eyes rolled: "Father said birds, dig them up. It is unethical to be a good boy. Children who do bad things will not grow taller and will have rotten legs and hands. "

"You also know that this is an immoral thing," Fang Zichen wanted to beat him. This damn kid, he just scared him and stopped talking. He knew that he was evil and he didn't want to do it, so he just let himself go. Is he so cheating? Does he seem like someone who specializes in such immoral things? ?

Moreover, even if Ma Laosan is dead, you want to dig up his grave.

Brother Zhao felt that if this situation continued, the child might grow crooked, but thinking about how much trouble Guaizi had suffered with him in the past, he couldn't help it.

The good boy came out of Fang Zichen's arms and ran to the kitchen. He disappeared. Brother Zhao bumped Fang Zichen with his elbow: "You educate him!" "

How to educate him?" Fang Zichen hesitated and said: " "A beating?"

People in the village raise children. If the children do something wrong, those who dote on them will pretend not to see them or make light remarks. Those who are stricter may be punished with sticks if they refuse to listen.

Guaizi is still young and silly, so he doesn't know much.

But looking at Brother Zhao's deeply frowning eyebrows, Fang Zichen stood up: "In order to prevent us from being buried alive in the future, I'm going to beat him up."

Brother Zhao stood up and took two steps forward. Blocking half of his body in front of Fang Zichen, Fang Zichen pretended to be cool and said: "Don't stop me, I'm going to teach him a lesson."

"...I didn't stop you!" Brother Zhao came out of nowhere. He took out a stick and handed it to Fang Zichen, urging: "Go!"

Fang Zichen looked at the wooden stick with a thick wrist and swallowed: "Brother Zhao," he licked his mouth and said seriously: "You are such a good boy. Your biological child?"

He suddenly felt sympathetic.

Sigh...

His stepson's biological father is a beast. He will run away when he rapes someone. It's okay if his biological father... doesn't tell him.

If the father doesn't love the mother, if he doesn't protect her, she will be pitiful.

"Father..." The good boy came out of the kitchen with a bowl of water. The water in the bowl was too full. He spilled it step by step, making the back of his hands wet, his face flushed, and his eyebrows crooked with laughter. Wan: "Father, drink some water."

How can anyone do this?

Fang Zichen sighed, resigned to his fate, and squatted down to take the water: "My son is so filial." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Brother Zhao cough.

It's almost mid-October, and the temperature drops sharply in the morning and evening, making it really cold.

He pretended to be confused and said, "It's getting cold. Remember to wear more clothes, especially when the season changes. Otherwise, if you catch a cold and pass it on to your son, I'll beat your butt to pieces!"

Brother Zhao: "... ····"

Fang Zichen patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I will educate you well."

Upon hearing this, Brother Zhao could only go into the kitchen to cook. Fang Zichen carried the boy into the main room.

After the rice was steamed, the good boy's laughter came from the main room. Brother Zhao wiped his face...he knew it.

Counting on Fang Zichen is no different from hoping for pie in the sky.

The good boy ate three candies and smiled.

Normally he could only eat one pill a day, but today he was so happy that he hugged Fang Zichen's legs and rubbed him around like a puppy. Fang Zichen picked him up and threw him into the sky. The father and son started playing again.

Brother Zhao came over and said gloomily: "Husband, didn't you say you want to educate your son? Is this how you educate your son?"

Fang Zichen said plausibly and confidently: "Yes, everyone's education method is different. ! I told him that if he is still ignorant, I will not buy him delicious food or toys in the future. He said that he understands and will be a good child in the future and will not think about those things. It's gone. If you don't believe me, just ask him."

"Good boy, you're in trouble." Good boy got out of Fang Zichen's arms, hugged Brother Zhao's legs, and said, "Dad, let's dig him up. If you do something wrong, do bad things, make too much noise, or leave traces of words, you will be arrested by the officers and soldiers and imprisoned. In jail, you will have no food, no candy, no clothes to wear, and there will be bites in the cell. A man is a big rat, and he will never see his father and father, so the good boy will not dig up his grave, and the good boy will pee, and the good boy will pee the smelly urine to him. No one will notice when he does it, and the good boy will not have to do it. Go to jail!"

Brother Zhao: "..."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen's face twisted into a ball after hearing what Guaizi said. You just said that this matter cannot be mentioned outside, why do you still say it? Do you think your father has a long life? ?

Brother Zhao was smiling but not smiling: "Husband..."

"This..." Looking at Brother Zhao's eyes, which wanted to peel off his skin and prick him with a needle, sweat broke out on Fang Zichen's spine: " You know, educating children is not only a strenuous task, but also takes too little time to produce results quickly. Give me another half an hour." He tucked the boy under his arm and ran back to the room as if he was running for his life.

The excited voice of the good boy came from outside: "Dad, he runs so fast. He has scuds, and the good boy has long hair on his legs. He can run fast too!"

Brother Zhao was speechless.

Fang Zichen was afraid of being beaten, so he hid in the room with his son in his arms and bolted the door. He looked like a husband who had been domestically abused, hiding in his room and shivering with his child in his arms.

It wasn't until Brother Zhao called for dinner that he slowly came out of the room.

You can't do it unless you come out. People are like iron rice and steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry. If you are hungry, you can't skip eating.

Brother Zhao was about to serve the rice. He was very attentive and went over to grab the rice ladle: "I'll do it, I'll do it. You've worked hard cooking, go and sit down."

Brother Zhao knew what he was planning. Seeing through it without saying anything, he sat at the table and the good boy came over again: "Dad, the good boy went west to the wrong bird!"

As soon as he said this, Brother Zhao was mentally prepared. He no longer had any hope for Fang Zichen.

Sure enough, the good boy said: "My father said that it is wrong to pee on other people's graves. It is disrespectful. Ma Laosan's dead bird will turn into a ghost. He will grab me, cut off my bird, and spit." Water won't do it either, he will cut off the boy's tongue and make him a good child in the future. "

Brother Zhao: "..."

Feeling a little tired, Brother Zhao sighed and touched the boy's tongue. Face: "Be good, let's eat first!"

Tonight there will be a bowl of fried cabbage and a plate of braised pork ribs. At the dinner table, Brother Zhao did not dwell on this matter anymore. Fang Zichen quickly took out the written recipe. Completely, he handed it over with both hands, trying to divert Brother Zhao's attention.

"What is this?" Brother Zhao already knew a few words, and he has learned some from Fang Zichen in the past few months, and he can understand some simple words.

Fang Zichen took a piece of meat for the good boy: "The shop I rented is a bit big. It would be a bit wasteful to only sell hot sauce. And you can't just buy hot sauce. You can't just put the eggs in one basket. I thought about it. Let's make some other things. Here are a few things to eat. Which one do you think is better? "

Brother Zhao likes working in the kitchen. He doesn't even bother to eat right now. He just looks at it first.

No matter how good his craftsmanship was, even if Fang Zichen only gave a rough idea, he could figure it out.

Just like hot sauce, Fang Zichen knew what ingredients were needed to make hot sauce, but how much should be added and how much should be added for the best taste, but he didn't understand.

And this time he wrote it in detail, with all the steps and dosages marked, making it easier to do.

"I want to make roast duck and roll noodles." Brother Zhao said: "I am more interested in these two."

He has been doing business in the town for several months, and he knows everything about the situation in the town.

Those with a decent store mostly stir-fry some side dishes, or sell mutton soup, mutton noodles, etc. For vendors, they sell pancakes, buns, and steamed buns. They sell a lot of food, but I have never seen roast duck and roll noodles.

The other things to eat are more troublesome to make and require a lot of ingredients, and they all have to be fresh. He is the only one here, and it takes a lot of time just to buy these things every day.

"Just come and see." Fang Zichen pulled up the stool and leaned over: "Behind every successful man there is a husband who silently supports and gives. Brother Zhao, I love you!" Brother

Zhao used chopsticks to pick up vegetables. With a tremor, his heart beat two beats faster, he picked up a piece of ribs and threw it into his bowl: "What nonsense are you talking about? We're eating!"

"Can't we talk about eating?" Fang Zichen said flatteringly: "I love you, then do you love me? ?"

He knew very well what Brother Zhao meant to him. Brother Zhao blushed with embarrassment. He didn't know why he suddenly asked this question regardless of the occasion. He had obviously said it before. He glanced at the opposite side and saw that the good boy was grabbing the ribs and chewing them. He ate cleanly and ate the meat. When it's all gone, you still have to lick the juices off it. In this way, the remaining bones will not be eaten even if you feed them to the dog.

The table was large, and the dishes were placed in the middle. He stood on a small stool, and the edge of the table just reached his chin, so it was a bit difficult to pick up the dishes.

Brother Zhao gave him another piece of ribs.

The good boy smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, and his mouth was greasy: "Thank you, daddy."

"You are good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the soft flesh on his side was pinched.

"Say it!" Fang Zichen frowned: "Do you love me? Do you love me?"

Brother Zhao was helpless, almost irritated, and said: "...Love, love, love."

"Then love me, Can you please stop hitting me or pinching me today?" Fang Zichen blinked. Although Brother Zhao didn't hit people with much force, he pinched them with such a sour feeling that most people couldn't bear it. In the past, he looked like a princess. Aunt Rong pinched Ziwei, who had a distorted expression and screamed in an exaggerated way. He even complained about it to his adoptive mother, but now that he had suffered it, he just felt that it was her 'acting in her true colors'.

Fang Zichen really didn't understand why Brother Zhao liked to pinch people so much when he was angry.

"Look at your husband, he is so weak and weak. Every time you hit me, it hurts me. It's very uncomfortable and painful. But I just want to save face and endure it."

Brother Zhao stared at him and felt that He was so shameless, but he couldn't bear to scold him, so he asked lightly, "Then why can't you bear it this time?"

"I can't bear it anymore." Fang Zichen said pitifully: "Please, my dear Zhao Guoguo!"

Brother Zhao : "..."

He wanted to laugh, but he pursed his lips to hold it back, and said quite cheerfully: "Okay, I won't hit you today."

This was what Fang Zichen was waiting for.

He immediately laughed and said, "You keep what you say! Anyone who goes back on his word will be a puppy."

Brother Zhao smiled sweeter than him: "Well! I won't beat you. You can take it with you when you have enough to eat." Son, go to the courtyard."

Fang Zichen had a bad intuition: "What are you doing?"

Brother Zhao's words were cold and ruthless: "Kneel down, I tell you to get up."

Fang Zichen: "..."

I can't eat the ribs anymore, and my good words are in vain.

However, good fortune lies in misfortune, and misfortune lies in blessing. The next day when he started work, shopkeeper Yang told him the good news.

The author has something to say:

Happy Lantern Festival, little ones!

Chapter 117

When he was at work the next day, Fang Zichen heard a piece of news, which was told to him by Uncle Yang.

It was said that the host's grandma was Mrs. Zheng who was celebrating her seventieth birthday. She invited several painters and some famous painting students in the town to paint a portrait of Zhang Shou for the old lady. A good one would win three awards. Ten taels of silver.

Thirty taels of silver...

almost a year's salary.

Fang Zichen's eyes lit up on the spot.

Didn't Mrs. Zheng give him money?

Who is Fang Zichen? An all-round talent!

It's just a painting. It's something that can be easily grasped. It's no different from pie in the sky.

Fang Zichen's adoptive father and mother are both big bosses, and they have two sons themselves.

How did he get adopted by his adoptive parents!

To put it simply, he was picked up from the trash can by his second brother.

His second brother is a bit naughty and his academic performance is not very good. When he was a child, he always asked his adoptive mother how he came to be. When her adoptive mother annoyed him, she would always say like many parents, "I picked you up in the trash can."

No. I know if these words irritated his second brother. Later, for a period of time, when his second brother went out, either when his adoptive parents were not paying attention or the nanny was not around, he would go through the trash can, saying that he wanted to pick up a younger brother to take home. Unexpectedly, his second brother actually picked him up from the trash can when he was seven years old.

Later, the eldest brother told him: "The day your second brother picked you up, your parents happened to be there. When they saw him coming back with a dirty child whose belly button hadn't even been cut, they were shocked and asked him Where did the child come from? Your second brother told your parents that the person he picked up from the trash can was your youngest son. Your parents beat your second brother and then called the police. However, the police found nothing. There were no clues, and your second brother kept asking for you, so his parents adopted you after discussing it. "

The adoptive parents are rich and treat him very well, but they are really busy, spending most of the month. " I am not at home all the time, and the most common questions I ask my three children are, 'How did the exam go? Are you being bullied at school? Do you still have money on your card? If you run out of money, tell your parents.' '

For adoptive parents, perhaps the best love for their children is to ensure that they have no shortage of money to spend. Fang Zichen was still young and had six cards in his hand, and he was the most able to spend money among the three children.

He is smart and active, and the last thing he wants to do is idle. Maybe he used up all his hard work in his life when he was a child, and now he is a bit lazy. Fang Zichen attended many interest classes when he was a child, and he had a problem since kindergarten. This little friend He said: "My family has enrolled me in a dance class." The friend also said: "My family has also enrolled me in a dance class. I am learning Taekwondo. My cousin also went there for two years. He studied Taekwondo. Swimming and calligraphy are great." As long as he could hear it, he would sign up for those interest classes. It was not to compete with others or to show off, he just wanted to sign up.

Later, he attended a large number of recommended interest classes one after another, and his studies were all very good. All the teachers praised him for being diligent and smart. Some even called his adoptive parents just to praise him.

The adoptive parents were very happy, and there was more money on his card, and then... Fang Zichen was even happier.

But since when did he know how to be diligent and frugal? It should have been when he was ten years old.

At that time, he skipped three grades and went straight to the second grade of junior high school. His second brother was studying in the private high school next door. At the age of seventeen, he couldn't hold too many things in his mind. Love and basketball took up most of his mind.

In my senior year of high school, I didn't know how to strive for my future. I was so excited that I even dated a girlfriend. I was playing bob in a small corner during self-study, but was caught by the patrolling teacher.

Then the parents were invited.

After general questioning, it turned out that his second brother was not in love only in the third year of high school, but had been dating several girls one after another since the second year of junior high school.

There were also some who deliberately sent gifts to their second brother's door because they saw he was rich. They coaxed his second brother into letting him buy gifts, spending hundreds of thousands of them.

This is incredible.

Adoptive parents are on fire.

Brother Nao was stupid but also felt that those girls went too far and treated their sons like pigs.

Although hundreds of thousands is not much for them, even a watch is not worth it, but they are still angry.

Later, they heard from several business friends that most of the children who have money are not good at learning. Boys must be raised poor when they are young. Only when they grow up can they realize that hard work can lead to success.

Then the three of Fang Zichen were miserable.

The cards were confiscated.

On WeChat, adoptive parents transfer a fixed amount of 2,000 yuan per month.

What use is two thousand yuan to a young man who is used to spending a lot of money? Fang Zichen and his two brothers, together with the small money they earned from selling underwear, had enough to eat. If they wanted to do anything else, they didn't even have to think about it. It was a good thing they didn't starve to death.

If you want to buy something else, you can say something else. If it's reasonable, you can consider it.

Now Zichen has to sign up for a hobby class and has to make a special report. However, his adoptive parents will basically agree to his request. If he reports today, the secretary next to his adoptive mother will basically bring the most qualified hobby training institution in the city the next day. The introduction book appeared in front of him.

If you ask him what you don't know now, he might say: "Giving children, dancing ballet, that's all."

Either way, you haven't had time to learn it, and the same thing is that you can't learn it.

He is good at painting. He cannot be said to be a master, but the teacher said that his painting skills are already very good. Sometimes the portraits of people can be so fake that they look real.

Fang Zichen immediately ran to the third floor to find his employer, Yang Mutao. He told his employer that he was also going to paint the old lady.

Yang Mutao asked him with a smile: "Can you still draw?"

Fang Zichen nodded: "Yes.

" Yang Mutao: "How long have you been studying?"

Fang Zichen: "I used to occasionally find time to learn, about two years ago."

Yang Mutao He laughed and said, "I have put so much effort into learning, but I dare not say that I know it after two years of study. You are quite loud!"

Fang Zichen waved his hand and said, "You can't even know it after two years of study. They're just wine bags and rice bags. Don't compare them to me."

Yang Mutao: "..." Fang Zichen: "It's out

of my style."

Yang Mutao "..."

This is the first time I have seen such a big one.

"Okay," Yang Mutao said, "I'll give you a day off on the 26th. It happens to be two days after the government examination. Come to me and I'll take you back to your old house. But I have to make it clear to you. My wife has invited Several painters came, and two of them are quite famous. I heard that their painting skills are very good. Don't cry if you go all the way for nothing."

Fang Zichen gave him a look with a stern look on his face. "

Yang Mutao: "..." "

These days, are all part-time workers so arrogant towards their employers?"

When he returned home from work in the evening, Uncle Yang stopped Fang Chen and said that today a guest was entertaining a friend. He ordered a lot of dishes in the store, but the friend didn't come. The guest couldn't finish the meal by himself. There was a lot left, and some were almost He didn't move much, so I asked him if he wanted it.

Fang Zichen paused.

Four months ago, if someone had asked him this, he would have given it a slap in the face and replied: "Who the hell are you looking down on!"

But now...

he raised the corner of his mouth, rubbed his hands, and said happily: "That's a good relationship." It

wasn't that there were no leftover dishes in the building before, but Uncle Yang didn't call him before, firstly because those dishes were eaten Most of the food was not good, so he divided it among the boys. Secondly, he felt that Fang Zichen was a scholar and behaved like a down-and-out young master, so he didn't ask. However, in the past few months of getting along with each other, this down-and-out young master had nothing but Apart from being particularly confident and loud-mouthed, he also has a pretty good temper.

There were more than a dozen dishes on the kitchen counter, all leftover from the guests, as well as some snacks, arranged in three rows.

Fang Zichen thought about the life of the people in the village. During the New Year and festivals, they could stew a plate of chicken and call them a "rich family". He also thought about how he ate a lot of wild grains and wild vegetables when he first came here...

It was really dry. Death from drought, death from waterlogging, comparing people to others makes people angry to death.

He picked two plates of untouched scallion chicken and a plate of crispy pork belly, and asked the waiter to make a plate of snacks before going home.

The good boy was squatting in the yard playing with stones. When he saw him, he immediately laughed and rushed over, hugging his thigh, raising his head and shouting: "Father, come back."

"Yeah!" Fang Zichen touched his Head: "What are you doing at home today? Have you listened to your dad?"

"Something, some drip," the good boy took Fang Zichen's hand and followed him into the house: "I went to collect firewood with my dad, and I It's so big when you carry a bunch of it on your back."

Fang Zichen saw that he was good at gesturing, and it was probably as big as a plate. He also saw the look on his face asking for reward, and followed him: "Wow, my son is so powerful! "

Good boy immediately became happy: "Yeah! Good boy thinks so too. Good boy hates killing birds the most."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen is a bit stuck. If he hadn't traveled through such a bizarre time, he would be in the modern age. , also still a child.

He is not very good at praising others. He has always been top-notch and has excellent appearance and family background. Others always praise him. But to be honest, he considers himself a humble person. Whenever others praise him, he will be polite. He replied: "No matter where I am, I just skipped a few levels and often got full marks in the exams. It doesn't matter."

None of them are like Guaizi.

Humility is a virtue. I will educate my children later to prevent Brother Zhao from talking about him again.

Brother Zhao fried two plates of vegetables and brought them out. Fang Zichen glanced at them and his eyes suddenly lit up. They were sour bamboo shoots.

It's been a long time since I've eaten this stuff. It was too hot in the past two months, so Zhao Ge'er's dishes were all light. Fang Zichen's money in his wallet had been spent long ago, so he seldom bought meat.

He spent a large sum of money the day before yesterday. Brother Zhao feels bad. This will save a lot of money. He will come back after selling the hot sauce. The 60 kilograms of meat are hanging on the beam as a decoration. He plans to eat one kilogram of meat for two days. There are many meaty dishes today. Sir, that plate of green vegetables is so green, but there is no piece of meat in it.

I just ate pork ribs yesterday, and Fang Zichen selectively forgot about it. I just felt that there were vegetables at home every day. There was really no oil at all. After eating, I could still make a sound when I wiped it with my hands.

Four months!

Having never even eaten chicken or beef, Fang Zichen still can't imagine that he will have such a healthy life.

Fortunately, he is a manly man who can bend and stretch, he can pick it up and put it down, and he brought back meat today.

"Go and get two plates. I'll bring the dishes back."

Brother Zhao also saw the three bags he was holding in his left hand and asked, "Did you buy them?"

Fang Zichen explained: "No, they were packaged in the restaurant for the guests. It hasn't been touched much, it's clean, don't dislike it."

Brother Zhao said, "I don't dislike it."

He turned back to the kitchen to get the plate. Fang Zichen looked at him and said the last sentence. Fang Zichen looked careless, but Sometimes he is very careful, and some of his seemingly careless words are actually taking care of his remaining self-esteem.

In the eyes of a young master like Fang Zichen, maybe eating other people's leftovers is an act that makes people feel slighted and insulted, but he is not a young master, he is just the child bride of a fool, living an inhumane life in the Ma family. In life, he has eaten leftovers for more than ten years. He doesn't dislike the leftovers eaten by a large group of people in the Ma family. Now there is nothing to dislike.

Only a young master like Fang Zichen would dislike it.

After taking out the plate, Fang Zichen opened the oil paper bag and looked at the meat that was still fragrant even after it was cold. He put his feet on the table and was very happy: "Wow, the meat is tied!" He swallowed unconsciously. "My dear boy, he wants to mess with Western meat." He pointed at the chicken, raised his head in confusion and asked, "Father, what kind of meat is this?"

Fang Zichen was a little stunned, and said in astonishment: "Can't you tell? I've never eaten it. ?"

"No." Guaizi shook his head.

Brother Zhao saw him slobbering and staring at the meat with a novel and expectant look. He felt distressed and blamed himself. He explained to Fang Zichen in a low voice: "We didn't live well in Ma's family before, and Ma's family was also poor. We rarely eat meat. Whenever there is meat cooked, they will drive us back to the woodshed. "

Fang Zichen: "..."

It's a horse again

. And it's just called 'not very good'. That's terrible. " How bad is it?

It is unimaginable for a person who has hardly experienced hardship.

Most families in this village are poor and cannot eat meat twice a year. The Ma family has nothing left over but meat.

I feel sorry for Brother Zhao and his son.

Brother Zhao said: "Let me take it into the kitchen and heat it up!"

"I'll go with you." Fang Zichen followed, and the boy ran over: "Go too, boy, help daddy."

Two plates of meat It was so much that the three of them couldn't finish it. Brother Zhao hesitated and said, "There's a lot of meat. I... I want to send some to Aunt Liu's family."

He bought some cotton a few days ago and came back. Ask Aunt Liu to help make a quilt and give her money. Aunt Liu doesn't want it. He will send some meat over and return the gift.

"It's up to you!" Fang Zichen didn't care. He was no longer greedy for pork now: "Just keep some for us to eat for three times. If you like it, I will bring it back to you in the future."

When Brother Zhao came, Aunt Liu's house I was cooking when I saw him bringing meat, so I quickly refused and said I didn't want it.

Brother Zhao said: "My husband packed them back from the building. We didn't spend any money. He doesn't like eating meat very much now. Guaizi and I can't eat that much. It would be bad to keep it."

Aunt Liu like this He and Brother Zhou accepted it.

Brother Zhou doesn't have any skills, or his living standard is limited. He just stir-fries and cooks cabbage back and forth. Occasionally he buys meat, which he cooks along with the vegetables. If the vegetables are dipped in oil and water, they will taste much better.

Most households are like this, with no craftsmanship to speak of.

Brother Zhao brought more than half of the two pots of meat, and Brother Zhou mixed them together and heated them. After they were served, a large plate was filled, and the aroma spread for ten miles.

The aunt from the next door family came out after smelling the smell, lay down on Brother Zhou's yard, swallowed her saliva, and asked: "Brother Zhou, what did your family cook today? It's so fragrant."

She had just finished eating and smelled With this smell, I feel hungry again.

Brother Zhou replied: "Fang Zichen brought some meat back from the building, and Brother Zhao sent some to my house."

"That's it!" The aunt's eyes fell on the plate of meat that was about to rise in his hand, and she swallowed it unconsciously. Mouth and mouth.

Fang Zichen is really working hard. He only earns three taels of silver a month and can still bring meat. The aunt is a little envious.

There was a whole scallion chicken, but Brother Zhao kept half of it. The pork belly was fatter. Thinking that Fang Zichen didn't like fat food, he kept a few pieces for himself.

Aunt Liu gave Liu Liu a piece of chicken leg and then gave Brother Zhou a piece of chicken breast: "Eat it!"

"Thank you, grandma." Liu Liu took a big bite and said it was delicious.

Uncle Liu ate the pork belly and commented: "After all, it was made in a big restaurant. I could smell it just as Brother Zhou was frying it in the kitchen. It's really delicious."

"It's not delicious, so people can spend a lot of money to eat it there. ?" Aunt Liu said, "Brother Zhao is a grateful person, and those who stutter still care about us."

"Yes," Uncle Liu also said, "Whoever has a stutter doesn't hide it and say something bad?" Isn't it meat? It's cold at night. If you're worried about it going rancid, go to the river and fetch some water and soak it in it. It will only taste a little bit when you leave it until tomorrow morning. "

When there's no refrigerator, our ancestors had many ways to keep it fresh.

If there is a well at home, just hang it in the well.

Put it in an oil can or fry it dry, add more salt, and it can be stored for a long time.

As long as your thinking does not slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties.

Aunt Liu nodded in agreement: "Brother Zhao has really made it through, maybe he can be a scholar in the future."

Brother Zhou also thinks so, but the meat is delicious, you can say it anytime, so I will still eat it now Meat matters.

Brother Zhao came back and dinner was officially served at home.

One side of the chicken can be cut into two legs. Brother Zhao wrapped one in vegetable leaves and planned to give it to Xiaofeng to eat tomorrow.

Yesterday morning Xiaofeng brought him firewood. He was wearing shabby and thin clothes, with his little hands exposed. I don't know if it was because he had too much work in the past two months. He had lost a lot of weight. He looked gaunt and skinny. He was as skinny as a stick two years ago. The old clothes looked empty when worn on the body.

The good boy grabbed the chicken legs with both hands and gnawed on them. The chicken was particularly delicious after being fried. The chicken was raised free-range in farmers. The meat was firm and a bit old. He was weak and his hands were not as big as the chicken legs. I don't know what happened to him. When I ate, my little face looked ferocious. I pulled and pulled again and again, but the oil reached my ears and elbows. There were still a few chopped green onions on my forehead and the tip of my nose, just like a tabby cat.

Fang Zichen looked funny, put down his chopsticks and asked, "Er smash, is the chicken delicious?"

"Good time," the good boy was still struggling with the chicken leg, biting the chicken leg with his small mouth, and pulled hard, but it was too oily and he couldn't hold it firmly. The chicken legs flew out with a thud and landed on the ground with a thud.

Guaizi was completely stunned.

Fang Zichen laughed again.

The good boy jumped off the stool to pick it up. There was some mud on the chicken legs. He pursed his oily little mouth and blew twice, but the chicken legs were oily and wet and couldn't be blown off. Fang Zichen said: "Throw it away!" It's all dirty, but there's still some here."

"It's OK." The boy patted it and said, "There's still meat on it, so don't waste it."

Brother Zhao put down his chopsticks and walked over: "Give it to daddy." "Dad, take it and wash it."

Put the washed chicken legs on the plate and roll them, soaked in juice, they will become fragrant again.

Fang Zichen was stunned.

After all, he was a young master from a rich family. He had never seen such an operation before. His chest suddenly felt swollen and the taste was unspeakable.

Fang Zichen felt so sorry for his son that he wanted to go to the backyard with a knife, kill all the chickens, and smash them for his son to eat.

The good boy ate a meal of chicken. When he got up the next day, he didn't even bother to eat breakfast. He took a bamboo tube and a wooden stick and ran out happily.

Today I need to dig up more insects and feed the chickens until they grow up, then I can kill them.

Chicken is the best.

The author has something to say:

Fang Zichen risked his life in order to let his husband and son eat chicken.

Six years later...

Mrs. Tang: I am Mrs. Qing of Honglu Temple. You, a bachelor of the Imperial Academy, why don't you kneel down when you see me?

Brother Zhao: My husband is a civil servant of the third rank, but the Minister of Honglu Temple is only a fourth rank. Why should I worship you?

Yoyo: Brother, I advise you not to mess with him. His father's surname is Fang.

xx: Which one is Mr. Fang from Ganzhou?

Yoyo: Yes.

xx: Damn it, you have a backer.

Serving in Quzhou, he saw that the barren land of Quzhou became more and more prosperous under his governance. However, Linzhou was captured by foreign enemies. Seeing that the enemy was about to come, his butt was about to be on fire. The soldiers and horses from the imperial court were delayed in coming. Fang Zichen dressed in I threw away my fan, sent a letter to Kyoto, carried a long spear and led the troops to fight in person.

Emperor Wen Jing took the letter and his heart was filled with despair.

The top scholar in liberal arts leads the troops into battle. Daxia is afraid that it will be over...

After three months...

An urgent report came from the border. General Daharu of Da Liang was killed by Lord Fang in the battle of Jingnan two days ago. Killed with one punch.

According to folklore, Fang Zichen punched Daharu, and after his head turned three times on his neck, he burped on the spot.

Fang Zichen: ...It's not that exaggerated.

Chapter 118

Seeing him digging for earthworms, Brother Zhao thought for a while, gave him a few words, left two buns for him, and went to the town to sell hot sauce. When he came back at noon, he didn't go to collect firewood anymore, but came to The village chief's family told Wang Damei that they wanted to sell some firewood to them for the winter.

Chopping firewood in the mountains is a hard work for the weak women, but for the men, it is similar to going to the fields. It requires a lot of effort. From the autumn harvest in September to February of the next year, the fields They are all idle, there is not much work to do, and it is not easy to find a job in the town. Anyway, the few boys at home are idle, so it is good to have some income.

Wang Damei happily agreed.

...

Brother Zhao has been making hot sauce all afternoon.

The winter was cold and the peppers did not bear fruit. He had to take advantage of this time to make more and save them for sale in the winter.

He's family didn't have enough chili, so he went to buy from other companies. I was busy until the evening, thinking that Fang Zichen was coming back, so I stopped to cook.

Tomorrow Fang Zichen will leave for Fucheng. There will be three government examinations, one per day. Originally, Brother Zhao wanted Fang Zichen to go a few days in advance. Firstly, to adapt to the environment. I heard that some students are not accustomed to the local environment. Fang Zichen She is so cute and delicate that Brother Zhao will inevitably be worried. Secondly, there will be many reference students at that time, so the inn may be nervous.

Fang Zichen didn't agree, saying there was no rush, and kept procrastinating until now.

Fucheng and Fu'an Town are not too far apart, and it only takes a day for a carriage to arrive. The acclimatization is mostly caused by the inability to adapt to the different climates, but Fu'an Town and Fucheng are not in the south and north, so Brother Zhao is always worried.

"When you go to Fucheng, you should pay attention to your health and be careful on the road. I have packed your clothes and any household registration documents you need. I have made some dried meat for you to eat on the way... "At the dinner table, Brother Zhao was chattering, and Fang Zichen kept nodding: "Okay, okay, okay, I know, you don't have to worry."

Seeing that he didn't agree, he was going in one ear and out the other. Brother Zhao was even more worried.

It took two days to go back and forth, three days for the scientific examination, plus one day in advance. After this trip, I couldn't see anyone for six whole days. Unlike the county examination, I could see someone in the evening. Brother Zhao really couldn't bear to leave. There was no one at this time. By the time he left, his eyes were already sore.

After eating, taking a shower, and entering the room, the good boy was not there. Brother Zhao went out to look for him and found him squatting in the corner of the backyard, crying softly.

Brother Zhao's heart skipped a beat and he hurried over: "Good boy..."

Good boy raised his head, his face full of tears: "Daddy~"

Brother Zhao took him into his arms and touched him. She touched his face and felt heartache: "Why are you crying?"

The good boy was out all day today. Brother Zhao came back at noon and cooked lunch. When he came back to eat, he was still smiling and said that he dug it today. There were a lot of bugs. The friends helped to dig them out and pulled a lot of grass from the sheep. Brother Zhao praised him a few words and he was very happy. After dinner, he ran out to play again. When he came back in the evening, he would meet people. It's okay to look happy!

Brother Zhao asked tentatively: "Were you bullied by a child?"

"No," the good boy shook his head and replied in a low voice.

"What's the matter?" Brother Zhao looked at him levelly, his heart aching: "Can you tell daddy?"

The good boy sniffed, holding the corners of his clothes with both hands, and tears were about to fall again: "Father... My father wants to leave, but the good boy doesn't want his father to leave."

Brother Zhao pursed his lips, feeling a little surprised.

At the dinner table, he was talking to Fang Zichen without deliberately avoiding the good boy. He was thinking about the last time when Fang Zichen was not around and the good boy made a fuss about asking for his father. Brother Zhao even looked at him specifically and saw no reaction from him, so he thought he was I don't understand, I didn't expect...

"Good boy, stop crying. Father will be back in a few days."

"Father will be gone for so long." The good boy raised his hand, and his six short fingers whirred. 's: "My dear boy cannot see his father for so many days. My dear boy is not happy. My dear boy doesn't want his father to leave. My father is gone. If I can't hold my dear boy to sleep at night, my father will not be able to sleep. If he can't sleep, he will be happy." "..."

Brother Zhao also had red eyes. Fang Zichen came over looking for the sound and saw the father and son hugging each other and crying bitterly. After eavesdropping for a while, he felt speechless.

He is going to take a scientific examination, not to die!

What happened?

When others saw him crying like this, they might think he was dead! !

Sigh...

Because she is so good and has such a bad character, her husband and son would be so reluctant to part with her.

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the words he spoke seemed to be wrapped in a layer of helplessness and layers of real pleasure.

"Stop crying."

He suddenly said, startling Brother Zhao and Guaizi.

Brother Zhao wiped his face, his eyes averted slightly, and he was a little embarrassed: "Why are you here?"

"How would I know that you are crying behind my back if you don't come here!" Fang Zichen smiled carelessly, his expression a little proud: " Hey, this person is so charming, it can be quite distressing sometimes."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Fang Zichen picked up the good boy, kissed him hard, and coaxed him: "Don't. "I'm crying, can you bring me a puppy when you come back?"

Guaizi hugged his neck tightly, lying on his chest, and said softly, "Good boy doesn't want a dog, but he wants a father."

These words were so thoughtful that Fang Zichen wanted to pack up his son and take him to the examination room on the spot, but this was obviously unrealistic.

The important place of the examination room was so sacred and respected that there was no room for him to act so recklessly.

Only when the status and rights are strong enough can all rules be given way. He is now unknown. If anyone tells you, who knows who he is?

Fang Zichen had no choice but to try his best to tease his son, and finally coaxed him to sleep, but Fang Zichen still couldn't catch his breath. Once he was coaxed, there would be another one.

The next day before dawn, Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen got up.

The carriage to Fucheng left early, and because he was afraid that the good boy would get up and cause trouble, Fang Zichen couldn't walk on the road at all when he saw him crying, so he had to set off early.

When I left the yard, I found a circle of people standing outside.

I don't know where I got the news. I knew he was leaving today, so I hurried to see him off.

"Boy Fang, we're about to set off!"

Fang Zichen was a little confused by the big formation: "...Yes."

"These are two red eggs boiled by my aunt, take them with you to eat on the road."

Don't waste it . No, Fang Zichen took it unceremoniously and kicked it in his pocket: "Thank you, Auntie."

Someone told him to be careful on the road. Someone saw him carrying a big baggage and asked him if he had everything. It's very cold in the morning and evening, so don't forget to bring more clothes with you.

He was so enthusiastic that Fang Zichen almost couldn't resist it. No one would say anything like you should take the exam well, for fear of putting pressure on others.

The people in the village are illiterate and have little knowledge, but that doesn't mean they don't understand anything at all.

There are county examinations, prefecture examinations, college examinations, township examinations... one after another, the difficulty increases in sequence. If you pass the county examination, you may not pass the prefectural examination. Fang Zichen ranks first in the county examination, and he does not. He will definitely pass the representative examination, it just means that compared to others, he has a higher probability of passing.

If Fang Zichen can pass the exam, it will be the glory of their Xiaohe Village. He will be more proud when he goes out. Regardless of whether he is a relative or not, everyone here is sincere and hopes that he will pass the exam.

Although they were thoughtful and didn't say anything that could influence people, Fang Zichen still felt great pressure.

So many people specially send me gifts. It would be really embarrassing if I fail the exam...

The two eggs in my pocket suddenly became a little hot.

The village chief drove an ox cart and said that he wanted to send Fang Zichen to the town. The good boy was still sleeping. He couldn't be left unattended, so Brother Zhao couldn't send Fang Zichen away. There were many people here, so he needed to be warned and said. , as he said yesterday, he kept looking at Fang Zichen, and when he saw him throwing the baggage into the car, he was about to climb in, but he looked back at himself, then frowned, and walked towards him quickly in three or two steps.

"What..." Before he could finish his words, Brother Zhao was pulled into Fang Zichen's arms with such force that Brother Zhao's nerves stood up, and Fang Zichen planted a kiss on his forehead.

This move was quite outrageous. Along with the sound of gasping, everyone's eyes were focused on him. Aunt Liu looked at the red-faced Brother Zhao and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Fang Zichen let go of his hand, looked at his red face, couldn't help but pinch it, and said in a tender voice: "I'm leaving."

Brother Zhao felt like a light on his back, his heart was pounding, his scalp was numb, and his ears were hot. , he lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look up: "Hmm~"

Fang Zichen said, "Don't miss me."

Brother Zhao was so embarrassed that his mind was in confusion: "Hmm!"

"Damn, you actually um," Fang Zichen's eyes widened. , was unhappy: "I told you not to think about it, but you really don't want to! Do you want to be so heartless? Am I still your favorite little husband?"

Zhao Geer looked at his dark and accusing eyes and suddenly woke up, Afraid that he would say some earth-shattering bastard words again, Brother Zhao frowned: "You...are you still leaving? If you don't leave, I'll beat you!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen quickly jumped onto the bullock cart and urged the village chief to hurry up.

Seeing that he was so anxious that he was afraid that he would actually attack, Brother Zhao's feeling of separation disappeared.

There was a carriage at the gate of the city, which was in the business of soliciting passengers. The carriage was more expensive than the ox-cart, but it was also faster. Fang Zichen walked around for a while, and a horseman said that there were already five people in the car. If he found one more person, he could set off. , Fang Zichen got in the car immediately.

The carriage is very full right now. People are sitting next to each other. The space is so small that they can't even stretch their legs and legs. There are two scholars sitting on top. They must be rushing for exams. They are holding books at the moment. I don't know what their knowledge is. Anyway, This posture is very academic. The other few people, judging by their dress, must have gone to Fucheng to do business. They were all strangers. Everyone greeted each other a few words, then slept, some read, and some opened the car curtains to look at the scenery.

Fang Zichen was left alone with nothing to do.

From Fu'an Town to Fucheng, we passed through Anyang Town. When we arrived at the town in the afternoon, the carriage stopped and said it was letting everyone repair and refresh themselves. It was a bit like a modern rest stop in the middle of a long distance.

Fang Zichen held his waist and came down. His whole buttocks was numb and he had no feeling at all.

In this town, the roads were paved with green bricks, which were clean and smooth. Outside the town, there were uneven and bumpy dirt roads. The bumpy road made Fang Zichen feel bad all over.

Everyone else went to look for something to eat, but Fang Zichen squatted beside the carriage.

His stomach was churning and he couldn't vomit it out. If he was a little older now, he might be killed directly.

The coachman took a handful of hay from the roof of the carriage to feed the horse, and stroked its neck.

They are in this business, and they cherish the old guys who help them earn money. They would rather not eat it themselves than eat it first.

The coachman seemed to be elderly, and Fang Zichen felt quite unhappy when he saw that he seemed like a normal person.

In the evening, when he was approaching Fucheng, Fang Zichen suddenly called to stop and told the driver that he didn't want to sit anymore.

It's really unbearable.

If he sat down again, he would be cold before reaching Fucheng. What else could he take the exam for?

Fang Zichen hunched over, covering his stomach with one hand, and stretched out his trembling hand towards the driver.

The driver was confused.

Fang Zichen was furious: "Refund me six cents."

He didn't sit in Fucheng, so he could only say that he had sat for most of the time, so he should refund some money.

Coachman: "..."

When he was looking for guests in the morning, he saw Fang Zichen wandering around and asked him where he was going. Fang Zichen said he was going to Fucheng. The coachman casually asked him if he was going to Fucheng to do business! Fang Zichen shook his head and said, "No! I'm going to take the exam!"

This is a scholar!

Once you become a farmer, you realize that every grain is hard work. After you have moved bricks, you realize that every cent is hard-earned.

Six cents, three meat buns!

The meat buns are so delicious!

Fang Zichen passed his hand to the dumbfounded coachman again: "Hurry up!"

Scholars want to save face the most, but the coachman didn't expect that the coachman would be so fussy about it. He refused to sit down and urged him to refund his money. If it were anyone else, he would probably spit, but it's not easy to offend a scholar.

This person has no identity or status, but for thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west of the river, who knows whether the other party will stand up one day.

The coachman was scornful in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he refunded the money and gave a few words of advice.

The two legs were walking slowly, and it was getting dark quickly now. The coachman told him that if he was not allowed to enter the city before dark, there was a ruined temple at the foot of Niuhu Mountain, not far from here, and he could go there to rest.

Fang Zichen came to the roadside and sat for a while. When he regained his breath, it was getting late, so he walked towards Niuhu Mountain.

When we found the ruined temple, it was completely dark.

There was some light coming from the small window of the ruined temple, and there must be someone inside.

The temple looked dilapidated and could barely protect it from wind and rain. Occasionally passers-by would come here to rest.

Fang Zichen entered. There was a fire burning in the center of the temple, but the light was still a little dim. On the left side, there was a young man leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. He didn't know whether he was concentrating with his eyes closed or asleep.

Fang Zichen ignored it and went to the other side to sit down.

There is food in the bag.

Brother Zhao prepared it for him before going out.

There were a few pancakes and fried brown lean meat, which tasted similar to beef jerky. Fang Zichen liked it very much. He didn't eat anything at noon, so he was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back, so he ate most of them in one go.

There was no paper towel, no water, and his hands were a little oily. He couldn't use his clothes as a rag. After thinking about it, he looked around, followed the good boy's example, and licked it clean.

After eating and drinking, it was time to go to sleep, but Fang Zichen felt something was wrong at this moment, as if someone had been lurking in the dark and watching him.

He glanced around the ruined temple. He closed the temple door tightly when he came in. Except for the man opposite, there was not even a ghost.

I closed my eyes and prepared to lie down, but the feeling became stronger, even to the point where I couldn't ignore it.

The temple was empty except for some hay and firewood, and there was not even a place to hide. Fang Zichen got up and walked around, and finally walked towards the man with a gentle step.

As he got closer, he slowly squatted down, and then... met the man's eyes, and the other person gave him a cold smile.

Fang Zichen: "..."

The person who originally thought he was asleep is actually not sleeping, but has been staring at you with his eyes open. How terrifying this is!

I don't know how other people feel about this situation. Anyway, he finds it a bit scary.

Barren mountains and ridges, dilapidated old temples, handsome scholars rushing to take exams.

Damn it, why does it seem more and more wrong the more I think about it?

Isn't this a classic plot in the novel?

Beautiful female ghosts and enchanting vixens all want to suck people's energy.

Fang Zichen's heart was pounding. He was not afraid of ghosts at first, but after thinking about it, he scared himself out of fear.

"Are you...are you a human or a ghost?"

The other party burst out laughing: "Guess?"

I guess you are paralyzed.

Fang Zichen was about to copy the guy, when suddenly the other party grabbed his head and pushed him into his arms.

Chapter 119

Fang Zichen was frightened and struggled hurriedly: "What the hell are you doing?"

Li Yisheng smiled and said: "Let you listen to my heartbeat! Is it popping?"

Fang Zichen: "· ·····"

Fang Zichen didn't care whether he was puffing or banging, he wanted to punch this man right now.

"Let me go, it's up to men to kiss each other."

Li Yisheng let go and smiled without any embarrassment: "Is there anything else to eat? I just saw that you ate deliciously and I'm a little hungry."

Fang Zichen sat opposite him . He didn't move, his chest was rising and falling, and he was really thinking. A ball of fire was in his chest. It took him a while to suppress the breath: "Before you talk to others, could you stop squinting like this?"

This is very disrespectful, and it feels like... Contempt people.

Li Yisheng laughed: "...I didn't squint!"

Fang Zichen imitated him by squinting: "You didn't squint, your eyes can be like this, are you squinting?"

"Yes," who knows Li Yisheng actually nodded and said: "I just squinted my eyes!"

"..." Fang Zichen felt that he had never been so speechless in his life: "Really or not? Just open your eyes hard and let me see."

Li Yisheng His eyebrows were raised, and the skin on his forehead was wrinkled together. It could be seen that he was trying hard to open his eyes. Unfortunately, his eyes had not changed and were still like slits.

If you are short-sighted, you may not be able to see his eyes if you are two meters away from him.

······What a fucking crack.

Fang Zichen was silent for a long time, and then said with difficulty: "... Your squinting eyes are a bit serious!!"

Li Yisheng wanted to eat, and Fang Zichen gave it to him, and the two of them gathered around the fire, also Not in a hurry to go to sleep, we started to tell each other our names, check our household registration, and ask about our ancestors for eighteen generations.

Fang Zichen grasped the sovereignty and asked first: "Where are you from?"

Li Yisheng said: "Back to Nan Town, how about you?"

"People from Fu'an Town," Fang Zichen asked: "Are you going to Fucheng too?"

" Well," Li Yisheng stuffed his mouth with pancakes and nodded, "There will be a scientific examination in a few days."

Fang Zichen suddenly realized, "Oh! You are going to take the scientific examination, right?"

Li Yisheng sighed and drooped his eyes. They said calmly: "No, I'll just go and take a look. They won't give me the test."

They were referring to the small official who was responsible for collecting evidence and checking candidates' personal information before the test.

Fang Zichen was speechless.

He had a deep understanding of it when he took the Tongsheng Examination.

Many people say that modern times are a world based on looks, and those who are beautiful have advantages in everything they do.

In fact, things are much better now than in ancient times. In ancient times, appearance was the real thing. If the figure and appearance were not up to par, it would be difficult to even take the imperial examination, let alone become an official. Daxia has extremely strict requirements on the appearance of candidates.

In the Daxia Science and Technology Examination, candidates from all over the country passed through the imperial examination and passed the imperial examination. After passing the imperial examination, second place, or third place, they were not directly awarded an official. They had to go through the selection of officials by the Ministry of Civil Affairs. This is also the most important level. After passing this Only those who are qualified can obtain official positions and take office.

The main criteria for selecting officials in the Ministry of Civil Affairs are "words and words", with body and appearance ranking first. The imperial court believed that officials were the face of the court and represented the majesty of the court, so the body and appearance of officials were considered. The requirements are relatively strict. Those who are too tall, too short, too fat, too ugly, or have poor eloquence will affect the candidates' career.

When registering for the county exam, many people were not allowed to take the exam because of their bad appearance.

This was a huge blow. Those people cried and shouted at the yamen gate and made a lot of noise. In the end, they were driven away by the officers and soldiers with swords.

Li Yisheng's eyesight... there is no hope for the scientific examination.

Fang Zichen didn't know how to comfort him. He found the medicine box next to him, changed the subject, and asked: "Are you an apprentice in a medicine shop?"

It wasn't that he looked down on people, but Li Yisheng looked young, only twenty. Around one or two years ago, the doctors these days were all elderly.

Li Yisheng replied: "No, I have already left the army."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Well, he is looking down on others.

Fang Zichen smiled: "Then your medical skills must be amazing!"

"Not bad!" Li Yisheng smiled and said modestly: "It's only a little better than Bian Que."

Fang Zichen: "... "

Didn't you even draft a draft when you were bragging?

More powerful than Bian Que?

No matter how bold and productive a person is, whether he is afraid of not being able to do it or afraid of unexpected times, he may not dare to speak like you.

Li Yisheng had eaten enough and was satisfied materially, so he began to move towards the spiritual world.

"Zi Chen, do you have a sister?"

This question was asked abruptly. Fang Zichen blinked and shook his head: "No."

Li Yisheng asked again: "Do you have any brothers?"

Fang Zichen: "No." There

are no siblings . , then the brothers and sisters can do it too!

Li Yisheng asked again, his little eyes sparkling with light. Fang Zichen reacted: "Is there any? What do you want to do?"

Li Yisheng came closer and brushed the hair on his forehead: "I just think you are taller. She must be pretty good-looking. If she has brothers and sisters at home, she must be pretty good. What do you think of me? I don't have any other good qualities. I'm just a bit handsome, young and successful, and I have a small fortune. ·····So, if you don't have a brother, do you have a sister?"

Fang Zichen was speechless as he listened.

He always felt that it was good for a person to be confident, but his confidence was too much. When he couldn't tell the difference between north, south, east, west, and how much he weighed, he really wanted to go over and give him a kick to make him realize what he was. Call it reality.

Li Yisheng was verbose, and Fang Zichen was annoyed: "I have a hammer, do you want it?"

"Um~" Li Yisheng wanted to decline politely: "Then..." Forget it, Fang Zichen looked at it before he said it. He suddenly said coolly: "There are also little flowers, they are quite beautiful, do you want them?"

The fire started again, and Li Yisheng asked tentatively: "The little flowers are..."

Fang Zichen sneered and said casually: "It's my husband's little sow!"

Li Yisheng: "..."

A basin of cold water was poured on the pig head, and the fire was completely extinguished.

Li Yisheng glared at Fang Zichen fiercely, and Fang Zichen leaned over with a smile and put his arm around his shoulder.

"If you have a life of eighty or ninety years and have a love story that is both epic and transcending races, then it is not a waste of time for you to come to this world." Fang Zichen sincerely recommended: "My little flower is pretty good, fat and strong, with luxuriant hair. There are twelve pigs in a litter, far more than sows of the same age. They are good at making a fortune and becoming well-off. You must know that choosing the right daughter-in-law is a man's top investment. A smart man knows how to have a good wife. The importance of marrying a virtuous wife. So, do you want to consider it? After passing this village, there is no such shop. I just want to see you and I can talk to each other, so I will bear the pain and give up. I am an ordinary person. Don't blame him."

Li Yisheng: "..."

In fact, we didn't get to talk much.

He turned around and pointed his butt towards Fang Zichen, feeling aggrieved.

Because of his double eyes, Li Yisheng suffered a lot. He loved to study, and since he was a child, he wanted to take the scientific examination and one day pass the exam in Beijing. He would wear a red flower and beat a horse while parading through the streets. However, his family has been practicing medicine for generations, and because of his father Violently oppressed, he had no choice but to study medicine.

But the little flame of studying and taking the test was not extinguished until he was ten years old, when he sneaked out of home and wanted to take the county examination. The result

... can't be summed up in one word.

Li Yisheng couldn't even get through the entrance door of the examination room, so Li Yisheng gave up. After that, he focused on medical skills and learned quickly, but he got off to a bad start. When he gave an old lady an acupuncture for the first time, the old lady frowned and asked He: "Doctor, you don't even have to open your eyes to give me the acupuncture?...Oh, can you see with your eyes? Don't inject the wrong acupuncture point! That will kill someone, forget it. Forget it, I'd better find another doctor!"

Fang Zichen saw that he was dejected, and he felt a little sympathy. After thinking about it, he comforted him: "Don't be discouraged, and you must not lose your ambition. These beautiful skins are all the same, but the interesting souls are the same. If you choose one in a million, you are actually too handsome and you will have a lot of troubles. One day, someone will discover your inner beauty. When the time comes, there will be many beauties for you to choose from."

Li Yisheng was comforted and said: "Really. "Of course. " Fang Zichen patted his chest

: "You just met me, but you may not know that I am actually an honest, trustworthy, kind-hearted person with a good character."

In the evening, Fang Zichen got up early the next morning.

Although he is seriously bedridden, he is still quite reliable when there is something important to do.

Li Yisheng was with him, and the friendship between men, from acquaintance to acquaintance, was just a matter of a cigarette and a glass of wine. It heated up quickly. With his cheerful personality, it only took one night. Li Yisheng and Fang Zichen were like brothers.

There are dozens of towns under Yuanzhou, and Fu'an Town is just one of them. The number of students who came to take the exam, plus their family members, numbered in the thousands.

The inn was extremely nervous. Fang Zi visited several hotels in the morning and was told that the rooms were all full.

Fang Zichen frowned, what should he do now?

These nights, I can't sleep on the street with the sky as my quilt and the ground as my bed!

It's not good to have sex with someone like him while he's asleep! Brother Zhao is not here. He is a good man and you have to protect yourself like a jade for him.

If I had known earlier, I would have listened to Brother Zhao's words. He is one year older and eats a little more salt, so what he said is really damn accurate.

Not only were the guest rooms full, the streets were also overcrowded and crowded.

Some candidates came this time, accompanied by two or three family members, and the rich young masters were accompanied by hordes of servants. Thousands of people poured into the city. When they first arrived, they inevitably went shopping and bought some food and 'specialties'. When there were more people, they set up stalls. There were also more hawkers doing business.

Everyone wants to take advantage of these few days to make a lot of money.

There were no seats in the restaurant, so Fang Zichen and Li Yisheng bought two buns and squatted on the street to eat them.

Yesterday, they were sleeping in the open air, their clothes were a little messy, and they had been running around looking for an inn early in the morning. They were already hungry, and they devoured the buns.

Fang Zichen had just finished one, and Fang was halfway through eating the second bun when there was a crisp sound and a copper plate suddenly appeared on the ground.

Fang Zichen: "..."

He raised his head and found a young girl standing opposite him. The girl saw his face clearly, her eyes shrank, and her face turned red. She covered her face with a handkerchief: "Young Master..."

A feeling of frustration rose up. Fang Zichen felt that the other party regarded him as a beggar, but this girl's eyes were really bad.

And...

just one penny? ?

What can you do with a penny? I can't even afford a steamed bun.

I don't even know how to give him two cents. It's so fucking stupid.

He picked up the copper plate, took Li Yisheng and left.

Li Yisheng was stunned and wanted to laugh, but seeing Fang Zichen's long face, he didn't dare to laugh.

He tentatively asked, "Why don't you stay at my place?"

Fang Zichen paused and said, "Huh?"

"My family has a medical clinic here, and people can live in the yard behind it." Li Yisheng said.

Fang Zichen's face grew longer again: "Then didn't you tell me earlier?"

Li Yisheng: "Didn't you say last night that you were a strong man and would not be subject to criticism?"

Fang Zichen blinked. A man must be able to bend and stretch: " That's what I said yesterday. Yesterday I was immune to the temptation, but today I am different."

Li Yisheng: "..."

It's so shameless.

The backyard of Jishiguan is quite large and far away from the front yard, so it is quite quiet.

Li Yisheng is the young boss of Jishi Hall. Seeing him coming with someone, Xiao Si immediately came to help.

After settling in, Fang Zichen wanted to go out for a walk when he saw that Li Yisheng was busy and rarely came here.

I've been wearing it for a few months, wandering around the palm-sized area of ​​Buan Town. It's time to see the outside world.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Li Yisheng asked him where he was going.

Fang Zichen responded: "Go out for a walk!"

"Don't you know how to read?" Li Yisheng asked in confusion. This time for the county exam, his cousin also came to take the exam. He happened to live in the house next to Fang Zichen. When he went over to say hello, his cousin was holding a book and immersed in reading. The third uncle and the third aunt abandoned their business, and the whole family came to accompany him for the exam. The battle was so big that he himself became nervous.

"No need! I've already finished what I should have seen. It's wrong to cram for a while." Fang Zichen put his hands behind his back, glanced at Li Yisheng who was sweating, and said in an old-fashioned way: "You look nervous? You don't have any reference, why are you nervous? ? It's not good for you. No matter what happens, we must stay calm. Hey, you are such a big man, why don't you understand this?" Li

Yisheng: "..."

It rushed straight to the forehead, and the seven orifices seemed to be emitting smoke. Li Yisheng took a deep breath and pointed at the door: "...Get out!!"

Chapter 120

Yuanzhou is lively, the streets are noisy and crowded, and there are teahouses, inns, pawn shops, workshops, and wine shops on both sides of the streets.

There are many small vendors with big umbrellas in the open space. The shop signs and flags are flying. Some are carrying burdens on the road, some are driving ox carts to deliver goods, and there are sparkling horse-drawn carriages. Most of the pedestrians are dressed in fine clothes, and it is bustling. Wealth is unmatched by Fuan Town.

If this is a paradise for the rich, then Xiaohe Village is a hell for the poor.

Fang Zichen walked around for a while, and suddenly his eyes were caught by an old man.

The old man was squatting on the street. In a bamboo cage in front of him, there were several puppies. They must have just been born. They were still very small and they were still lying on their stomachs with their eyes closed.

Guaizi likes dogs the most.

Fang Zichen pinched one for him last time, and he carried it wherever he went. At night, he even said to Fang Zichen when he went to bed: "Father, the puppy should also be tucked into the quilt."

Fang Zichen had long wanted to buy one for him. However, they are not sold in the town. The villages under the jurisdiction of Fu'an Town are all poor, and people don't have enough to eat. Where can they raise dogs? Dogs are not like pigs. They don't have rice bran, so they can feed some vegetable leaves. It was not easy to encounter this, and Fang Zichen rushed over immediately.

"Old man, how do you sell your dog? I want to buy one."

The old man's family has raised the big dog for many years and has feelings for it. However, the female dog has two babies a year, and there are several in each litter. The family cannot raise so many, so the old man I thought about selling a few of them, not to make money, but to find a good place for Gou Wa Zi.

The old man raised his hand: "Fifty cents!"

The price of a few kilograms of meat was acceptable.

The old man pointed to the cage: "Young master, there are four here, which one do you want to pick?"

Fang Zichen knelt down and looked carefully. When he saw a stranger suddenly approaching, the puppy's black nose moved and he opened his mouth. She glanced at him for a moment and then closed it again, as if she was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Fang Zichen saw something strange and wanted to touch it. As soon as he reached into the cage, he found a soft dog paw on the back of his hand.

The puppy is fluffy and round, like a ball, with wet and black eyes. There are black hairs on its back and abdomen. I didn't see it when I was lying down. Now it stands up, but its limbs are covered with white hair. It's very bright. It's special.

It raised its head and purred at Fang Zichen. Seeing that Fang Zichen didn't withdraw his hand, he cautiously stretched out his tongue and licked it.

Fang Zichen's heart skipped a beat. The touch at that moment was warm and a little itchy. He couldn't tell what it felt like.

We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, but if we are not destined to meet each other, it is difficult to hold hands with each other.

This is fate!

Fang Zichen touched it, and the little puppy rubbed it on his palm: "I want this one."

The old man smiled: "Okay, I'll take it out for you."

There was no cage, and the puppy was obedient again. Fang Zichen bought a small basket for him to lie on his stomach, and even covered him with a handkerchief.

Turn left and enter Anhe Street. There are fewer pedestrians here, and there are mostly cloth shops, libraries, and teahouses.

Fang Zichen was strolling around and suddenly stopped outside a library.

The waiter inside was doing the accounting, facing the door, his head slightly lowered, his figure was very familiar.

Fang Zichen called tentatively: "Xiao Jiji?"

The other party raised his head and saw Fang Zichen. He was slightly startled at first, then raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Brother Fang, why are you here?"

"Is it really you?" Fang Zichen Entering the door: "Why are you here? Have you changed jobs?"

Gu Daji knew a little about it. After getting along for a long time, he barely understood: "No?"

The owner of the library in Yuanzhou and the small library in Fu'an Town are both the same people. , Gu Daji was transferred back to Yuanzhou when he took the exam in Fang Zichen County.

Fang Zichen nodded, understanding.

This is equivalent to the branch's shopping guide being transferred back to the headquarters because of his good performance.

Papermaking technology was underdeveloped in ancient times, and pens, inks, paper, and inkstones were expensive. A few pieces of paper were almost as much as a pound of pork. Fang Zichen spent a lot of money to buy two books at the beginning, and his body ached for more than half a month.

The owner of the Qinghe Library was kind, and there was an empty room in the library where poor students could read for free. When Fang Zichen heard the news, he felt pain in his heart for more than half a month. After that, whenever he had time, he would go to the library.

After going back and forth, I became familiar with Gu Daji.

Gu Daji is an indigenous person from Fu'an Town. When he came to Yuanzhou, he looked around and found no relatives or friends. When he met Fang Zichen, it was like a fellow countryman who brought tears to his eyes.

After chatting for a while, Fang Zichen went to read a book again.

In Daxia, most of the content for children's exams was eight-legged essays, poems, policy discussions, etc. The "etc." contained a lot of content, sometimes it was current affairs, and sometimes it gave examples. There had been drought in Western Province for many years, and the people were displaced. There is unrest and bandits are rampant, and then I ask you what do you think? How to do it? The content of the test is still very rich.

Moreover, the Tongsheng Examination does not mean that if you pass it, you can take the next one. The lowest level of childbirth examination is the county examination, which is held once a year.

Only students who pass the exam can proceed to the next step, which is the government exam. This is also once a year and is held in April every year.

This year it's all advanced, and it's all in October, which is quite a rush.

After passing the government exam, you can take the college exam. The college exam is at a higher level. Because of the high level, it is not held so frequently. It is held once every two years.

Under normal circumstances, it will take a year to pass the exam. If it doesn't go well, it will last for many years. There is no age limit for candidates in any dynasty, as long as you are willing.

Next February will coincide with the college examination, which is only four months away from now.

According to Brother Zhao, he originally wanted him to wait for the next game.

Brother Zhao was beyond his expectation that he could pass the county examination.

The college examination is different from the county examination.

Most students who pass the government examination and become a child will settle down for two or three years. Those who leave the next year are mostly to gain experience.

Fang Zichen ranked first in the county examination and was very famous. He wanted to go straight to the next exam without even a buffer time. It was no different from reaching the sky in one step. Brother Zhao felt that he was a bit reckless. If he really went and failed the exam, he would definitely be laughed at and ridiculed by others.

Fang Zichen is such a face-saving person, always making promises and being awesome. Brother Zhao is worried that if he fails the exam, he will be hit hard and will be unable to recover.

But after thinking about it, Fang Zichen was careless. Although he wanted to save face, his face was as thick as the bottom of a pot that had been used for decades. His emotions came and went quickly, just like a child, so he felt relieved again.

A general never fights an unprepared battle. Fang Zichen was reading a booklet of previous years' examination questions. He heard that it contained annotations and analysis by the famous Imperial Master Chen.

what does that mean?

This means the standard answer.

This book had just been shipped back from Beijing the day before yesterday. As soon as it arrived in the library, it was not even put on the bookshelves. It was snapped up by students who had received the news in advance.

The cover of the remaining book was damaged due to improper transportation on the road. When unpacking it that day, Gu Daji took it and put it away first. Later, when I saw that the books were selling well, I thought those students who had not bought the books probably didn't care, so I put them out again.

Fang Zichen was just turning the last page when a hand reached out from the left, took the book in his hand, turned around and walked towards Gu Daji, presumably wanting to check out and buy it directly.

Just as Sun Shangcheng took two steps, someone suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back. He staggered and almost fell, and then someone pressed on his back.

The force on his hand increased, and Sun Shangcheng was immediately unable to move. His neck bones seemed to be crushed, and then a voice came from above his head, and his tone was neither salty nor light.

"Did I let you go?"

The voice sounded strangely familiar. Sun Shangcheng frowned, turned his head, and then froze.

Fang Zichen was also startled, and then narrowed his eyes.

It's not that enemies don't get together. He had been looking for Sun Shangcheng for more than half a month, but he still couldn't find him. He heard that he came to Yuanzhou to study. It was a pity that after a while, he finally forgot about such a person, but this turtle grandson himself Came out.

·······Damn it, he dared to whistle to his son, and even asked Wang Xiaohu about his son. He wanted to buy it for four taels of silver and take it back as a play pet. He was really impatient.

At first he didn't know, Wang Xiaohu told shopkeeper Yang, and shopkeeper Yang told Fang Zichen.

Sun Shangcheng was the only son of Bu Xing Sun Zongze, and he was extremely favored in his family. The sons of businessmen in previous dynasties were not allowed to enter officialdom, but here in Daxia it was allowed.

I guess there are too many poor people. If there are still such restrictions, there will be few people who are afraid of studying.

After studying for several years, Sun Shangcheng looked like a human being. He was gentle and elegant on the outside, but worse than a beast on the inside.

This man not only liked prostitutes, but also had serious sexual problems. I heard that he had built several outer courtyards in the countryside. In the name of purchasing slaves, he asked the housekeeper to send many people to the courtyard, all children between the ages of four and eight. These children After entering, it could take as little as half a month, or as long as two years, before he died inexplicably.

It can be said that he is dead, but his body cannot be found.

The bodies of those children were all covered with burn marks, whip marks, pinch marks, and strangulation marks. The marks were so obvious that if they were discovered, they would not be able to hide them. Sun Shangcheng also wanted to take scientific examinations, so his reputation couldn't be a hindrance. Every time a child died, the housekeeper would lead someone to secretly burn the child.

In Fu'an Town, the Sun family is very powerful, and most of the children they buy are from poor families with no power. When the children come in, they hand over the money and deliver the goods, and sign a deed of sale. However, the children disappear or die, and the adults also Don't dare to come looking for trouble.

At first no one noticed this, but there is no one who often walks by the river without getting his shoes wet. Later, this matter spread among the "upper class" people in Fuan Town.

When he thought that someone wanted to hit his short, soft and soft son, Fang Zichen rushed out fiercely without even hearing what he said. It was a pity that Sun Shangcheng walked fast, and Fang Zichen chased him without catching anyone, otherwise he would not have caught him. Son, the grass on Sun Shangcheng's grave is probably two meters high.

Sun Shangcheng was beaten up by Fang Zichen at the pier in front of so many people before. He felt that he was embarrassed and wanted to find someone to get back to the place, but he couldn't find anyone. When he found someone, his father told him not to provoke him. people.

After Sun Shangcheng inquired about it for a while, he was too scared to do anything dirty.

There was nowhere to spread the fire, so he returned to the academy angrily.

At this moment, Fang Zichen pinched his neck and lifted him up in front of his classmates and friends, making his face red and thick with anger.

"Are you fucking sick?"

Fang Zichen looked solemn and said nothing. The few scholars who came with Sun Shangcheng hesitated for a moment and were about to step forward. Fang Zichen saw how hard he was struggling and simply let go.

After Sun Shangcheng was released, he took two deep breaths and turned around to attack Fang Zichen with his fist.

Fang Zichen didn't push or dodge, and grabbed it with one hand.

His strength was astonishing, and Sun Shangcheng's fist was firmly grasped by him and he could not break free.

"Brother Sun..." One student frowned and tried to break up the fight: "Who are you? There are rules in the library. You are not allowed to make loud noises, fights, or cause trouble..."

Then Before the student finished speaking, Fang Zichen withdrew his hand.

Sun Shangcheng thought he heard it, but unexpectedly in the next second, Fang Zichen suddenly dragged him to the bookshelf, grabbed his hair with one hand, pressed the back of his head with the other, and smashed him against the bookshelf.

Sun Shangcheng was stunned, and the people next to him were also stunned.

It seemed that he didn't expect that Fang Zichen would dare to take action after saying this.

In any other place, Sun Shangcheng wouldn't be able to fight him, and he would have to curse a few times, but in the library, he didn't dare to fight with Fang Zichen.

The owner of the academy, Mr. Wu, is the dean of the academy where he studies. He has great prestige and no one dares to act wild in his place.

"Bang...Bang..."

The bookshelf is made of heavy wood and is very hard. Every time it is hit, it makes a dull sound.

When Sun Shangcheng reacted, he had already been hit several times. Severe pain hit him, and a warm liquid slowly flowed down. He touched it with his hand, and his eyes were bright red.

Sun Shangcheng's pupils shrank slightly.

"You...you..."

The library fell silent for a moment, and everyone gathered around.

Fang Zichen let go of his hand, as if he was dirty from the scratch just now. He put his hand on Sun Shangcheng's chest and wiped it. He bent over and snatched the book from his hand, with a half-smile:

"Are you polite? With my permission, Are you going to take it?"

Sun Shangcheng was already injured and his head was knocked unconscious, so he was very angry.

Fang Zichen didn't dare to fight anymore.

He has a government examination tomorrow, which really hit Sun Shangcheng hard. He might have to sit in the Yamen.

He stared at Sun Shangcheng, blinked, thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly laughed.

Sun Shangcheng listened to his deep strange laughter, covered his nose, and took two steps back unconsciously.