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Chapter 171

When Brother Zhou got married, Brother Zhao was envious when he saw him and Liu Xiaowen coming and going as a pair, and they were harmonious.

Perhaps because the longing in her eyes was too obvious, Aunt Liu told him,

brother and sister, Yue Lao has tied a string for them since they were born, one end is tied to himself, and the other end is tied to his destined person. When he grows up, that person will follow the red line and travel across mountains and rivers to find him.

This person may be a man with a good temper, or he may be a not so good person.

But no matter what, he will eventually get married and have a husband, and then they will support each other in the long years to come.

Aunt Liu told him not to be impatient and wait patiently.

Brother Zhao knew that he was comforting himself, but he still chose to believe it.

A person collapses easily, and he needs something to keep him going.

Sometimes when it was too cold to sleep at night, Aunt Liu's words often echoed in his ears. He began to think that he could really be like Brother Zhou. When he got old, he could meet someone who was full of him. ?

Most of the villages have blind marriages, and there are many people who have never met before marriage. Most of them make do with each other, but Brother Zhao never wants to make do with it. When Ma Wen said that he liked him and wanted to marry him, he added that he was against Ma Wen. He refused due to family resentment.

He didn't think that Ma Wen would be his destined person.

Moreover, his life would last only a few decades, and he didn't want to live a muddleheaded existence with others. That kind of improvisation wouldn't end in just a day or two, but would last until death.

He has thought countless times about what kind of person his future husband will be. Will he be like most men in the village? Will he be a simple and honest man? Will he have thick eyebrows and big eyes? Will he have a bad temper? Okay, where is he now? Is he already on his way? Did he know someone was waiting for him? He is a brother, will he dislike it?

He thought a lot, but the more beautiful he thought, the more painful he felt after he came to his senses. Everyone knew that he was bought back by the Ma family. First, he was given as a child bride to a fool. After the fool died, he became the Ma family. Later, Ma Wen fell in love with him, and the Ma family said outside that he was Ma Wen's concubine.

With all this going on, no one would be willing to marry him, and even if they were, the Ma family would definitely not agree to let him go.

In this life, he is destined to die alone.

Now that Marco... he has a husband, Fang Zichen is so good that he never dared to imagine.

Because it was so beautiful, he was always afraid that Fang Zichen was a hallucination he had on a cold winter night.

He hated himself for worrying about gains and losses, but he couldn't control himself from falling into anxiety when Fang Zichen was away.

He was insecure, and his fear, fear, and anxiety were never revealed to Fang Zichen, but Fang Zichen could always understand his hidden thoughts.

Some things, even if you cover your mouth, will come out of your eyes.

Most people's love is reserved. Fang Zichen was not someone who would talk about love before, but he was afraid that Brother Zhao wouldn't understand or see it, so he often faced him shamelessly, Say 'I love you'.

Over and over again, tirelessly, trying to reassure him.

Perhaps the best state of marriage is that you are the heaven for me and my children, and my children and I are your destination.

There was no denying that Fang Zichen gave him what he longed for most.

He had gritted his teeth so hard to hold on until now just to meet such a person and stand side by side with him.

He didn't dare ask for anything more.

When sleeping at night, he took the initiative and pestered Fang Zichen. After two times, he felt a little exhausted.

Fang Zichen put his hands on his side and looked at him. His forehead was a little wet, and sweat dripped along the ends of his hair, passing by his neck and rolling into his collarbone. When he saw that Brother Zhao had only played two rounds with him, but it was no longer possible, he couldn't help but curled his lips, his expression seemed to be still lost in desire, and there was a hint of unwillingness.

Such a strange and attractive look made Brother Zhao's heart flutter. He raised his foot and gently rubbed Fang Zichen's waist. With a smile on his face, he looked like he was ready to take your pick.

Fang Zichen was startled.

Brother Zhao put his hands on his shoulders, his eyes were soft and fragile:

"Husband," he buried himself next to Fang Zichen's neck, exhaling warm breath and said, "I still want it."

A man who cannot satisfy his husband is not a good man.

Fang Zichen used to be considerate of him, and even if he wasn't completely happy, he would stop after one or two times. This time the surprise came so suddenly that he didn't think deeply about it. The possessive desire that broke free erupted from his body, and with a whimper, he came again. After suppressing the situation, the two of them played until midnight, but the old scalper was exhausted.

Early the next morning, Fang Zichen couldn't get up, so Brother Zhao pushed him.

Fang Zichen hugged his soft son and banged him. He was so sleepy that he made excuses at will. His voice was sticky: "I'll wake up later. Please give me two more minutes of sleep. I was almost drained by you last night. I'm so tired." "

It made Brother Zhao feel shy and distressed. He tucked Fang Zichen in, and he felt proud that this time his little body was not so tired that he could not open his eyes. His husband was indeed injured last time.

I'll have to buy some old hens later and give him some food.

Brother Zhou came over to help and told Brother Zhao that the daughter-in-law of the Ge family was beaten by her mother-in-law last night.

The old woman was scolded for half her life at Brother Zhao's place, and the chili peppers couldn't be sold. When she went home and met her daughter-in-law, she naturally felt unhappy.

Before, she picked peppers and sold them to Brother Zhao. She made various kinds of peppers and made five or six hundred cash.

After making so much money in just over a month, Mrs. Ge was bursting with laughter.

The people in the village have little income. If they want to make money, they either sell grain, or sell some vegetables and eggs from their own old hens. Although men can go to the town to find odd jobs during the off-season, everyone goes there. There are more than a dozen villages and hundreds of houses. In the town of Fu'an, odd jobs are limited, and her husband and son often cannot find work.

The situation in the village is mostly like this, making money is not easy.

He Da Leng's family is considered to be living well in the village, but this living standard is only two meals a day for others and three for his family. They can steam two sweet potatoes in the morning. But since then, I have been with Zhao Geer. After making money, I will buy a few taels of meat every now and then. Before, everyone envied the Liu family and the He family. Later, Zhao Geer's business did well and he was able to take care of them. Everyone didn't know What a joy.

After tasting the sweetness, someone asked Brother Zhao if this hot sauce business should be done regularly. If it was done regularly, they would plant more varieties next year.

Brother Zhao said that the hot sauce business should be done regularly, but if Fang Zichen is lucky enough to be admitted as a scholar next year, they may have to move to Yuanzhou for the provincial examination.

Everyone thought about it and decided to plant it after some discussion. Yuanzhou is far away from the village, almost a day's journey, but it doesn't matter. They can pick it on the same day and then ask the village chief to send it over. Anyway, peppers are not like eggs. Good luck, it's okay.

Now Brother Zhao will no longer harvest his own chili peppers. Next year every household will plant it and have income. Just their family... In less than two years, I am afraid that the village will be ruined.

Mrs. Ge was getting angry. When her daughter-in-law saw her coming back with peppers on her back, she wanted to hide in the house.

This is obviously a guilty conscience.

Mrs. Ge grabbed her and asked her if she had spoken ill of Brother Zhao.

The daughter-in-law hesitated, and Mrs. Ge pinched her arm: "Say it or not."

The daughter-in-law cried and told her everything about the grain drying field yesterday.

Mrs. Ge was so angry that she wanted to explode.

She just said that she had been in contact with Brother Zhao several times before, and Brother Zhao had a good temper. Why was he so angry this time? It turned out that it was her daughter-in-law who said such harsh words.

Even if Brother Zhao really stole someone, he was different from the past, and it was too late to flatter him, so his daughter-in-law went so far as to offend him.

Mrs. Ge was so angry that she took the broom nearby and beat her.

Brother Zhao didn't say a word after hearing this.

The last batch of chili peppers was nearly a thousand kilograms. Brother Zhao bought several hundred kilograms more garlic and invited Aunt Liu, Uncle Liu, and his daughter-in-law to come over and help stack the chili peppers.

Two more people were invited to come over to get garlic.

These two women were introduced by Uncle Liu. They are very diligent and don't talk much. Unlike when they were buying chili peppers, some ignorant people asked him openly and secretly how to make hot sauce.

Here in Fu'an Town, the price for a helper is twenty to thirty cents a day. This is the price for a man, and the price for a woman is lower. Brother Zhao gave them twenty-three cents a day, including a meal at noon. He asked Brother Zhou to prepare some steamed buns.

The good boy has to drink some bone soup every day. There is no shortage of bones at home. Brother Zhao asked Brother Zhou to use the bone soup to make a pot of porridge. In winter, a bowl of porridge will keep the body warm.

Although there is no big fish or meat, white bread is also extremely rare for the villagers.

After the explanation, Brother Zhao took the child to the town.

Lin Xiaoxia's family was placed in the shop by Fang Zichen. They were in such a hurry yesterday that Fang Zichen didn't have time to explain. When they woke up in the morning, there were rice noodles in the kitchen. Li Yanmei didn't dare to move and called Jiaojiao to go find Li Da together.

As soon as she arrived at the door, her sister-in-law caught her eye first.

Because of Lin Xiaoxia, Li Yanmei borrowed a sum of money from Li Da some time ago, and her sister-in-law was not very happy.

In her opinion, the money that Li Da earned should be lent to Li Yanmei by her head. Now Li Yanmei and her family will be sold into slavery. In the future, this money will be like the meat bun that beats the dog. It is 80% impossible to get it back.

She snorted and was angry at Li Yanmei, saying that the daughter who got married did not help her mother's family in the slightest, but came back to chew on her parents' bones. It was unlucky to have such a daughter.

Li Yanmei pursed her lips and said nothing.

Li Da was surprised when he saw her. She could come out of Yahang. He thought it was Yahang that sold her. He scolded his sister-in-law and pulled Li Yanmei into the room.

"Where's Xiaoxia? Aren't you and your mother and daughter together?"

"We are together, but...he is too embarrassed to come over." Li Yanmei said.

Li Da breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good to be together, it's good to be together. As long as the family is together, it doesn't matter if it's a bit hard or tiring. Which master did you sell to?"

"Boy Fang bought us." Li Yanmei said.

Chapter 172

"It's Mr. Fang!" Li Daodao: "I know this guy. He often comes to my place to buy meat. I think he is a good guy. From now on, you guys should work hard. Although it is not honorable to be a servant, he is still good. As long as you work hard, he won't be too harsh on you." "I know." Li Yanmei wiped her tears and said

, "I'm sorry , as long as you work hard.

It doesn't matter what dad is."

Li Yanmei licked her face, borrowed some money, bought a few steamed buns, and ate a makeshift meal.

When Brother Zhao came at noon, Lin Xiaoxia and Li Yanmei were a little stunned when they heard that he was Fang Zichen's husband.

Fang Zichen's appearance and facial features were too showy. Although Li Yanmei had no other thoughts about him, her heart couldn't stop fluttering every time she saw him.

He had told Lin Xiaoxia before that he didn't know what kind of brother or girl could take down someone like him.

Lin Xiaoxia thought for a while, racked his brains, and finally said: "At least he looks good, he's the kind of person who would be unappreciative of ordinary people."

Brother Zhao has good looks, not particularly good-looking, but With big eyes and a small round face, at first glance, he looks very well-behaved, obedient, clean, and extremely cute.

Unexpectedly, Jing, a young man who seemed to have no skills at all, was able to capture Fang Zichen. It seemed that this man was not as simple as he seemed on the surface, and his ability to control his husband was probably quite good.

Li Yanmei suddenly felt in awe of him.

Brother Zhao got acquainted with them, and after knowing their names, he began to teach them how to make pumpkin cakes.

Lin Xiaoxia is so strong that he can take out the pot and mash the pumpkin without having to boil it until soft. Not to mention Li Yanmei, the pan customized by Brother Zhao is large and heavy and can fry more than ten people at a time. Brother Zhao could not do it before. Using chopsticks, Li Yanmei flipped the pot one by one, causing the pumpkin cakes to fly up and then fall back into the pot.

Brother Zhao was stunned.

This technology is possible.

It's just...a bit wasteful of fuel.

Brother Zhao took Li Yanmei to sell meat all morning. Li Yanmei had experience in selling meat, so she got started quickly.

Jiaojiao didn't know how to count, so she could only help watch the fire at the kitchen door. The good boy had to do the cashier job. Brother Zhao had to go back to work, so he had to tell Li Yanmei to call it a day and ask her to help the good boy. Zai sent it to Zuixiaolou and handed it over to his father.

Jiaojiao has been a big boy since she was born. When Li Yanmei saw that Guaizi was small and spoke in a soft and sweet voice, she was so soft-hearted that she deliberately suppressed her voice when talking to him.

"Good boy, are you tired?"

"No." Good boy said seriously: "A man must stand upright. Don't say you are tired."

Li Yanmei was stunned for a moment, and then started laughing wildly.

Lin Xiaoxia came out of the backyard and happened to hear this. He patted the boy's head in agreement: "Yes, you have such an awareness at a young age. Not bad."

The part of making the hot sauce was done by Brother Zhao himself. .

Some people in town have started selling hot sauce, but the hot sauce they sell is not fragrant and tastes soulless. Although it is cheaper than what Brother Zhao sells, most people are still willing to buy it from Brother Zhao.

The key to why business is booming is the process of boiling oil.

Brother Zhao was so busy that it took him three days to make the hot sauce.

The shop they rented had only one room in the backyard, and they didn't expect to buy anyone at first. Now it is given to Lin Xiaoxia and his family, and Brother Zhao and Brother Zhou can only go home to sleep.

But it's okay, although it's a bit tiring to walk, but I'm used to seeing children at home, but living in a town is more or less not used to it.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the pumpkin cakes are selling well. The pumpkins that were moved to the town before are used up, so Brother Zhao asked Hexi to help deliver the pumpkins from home.

The village chief had helped Fang Zichen a lot before. Fang Zichen thought of his kindness and used his power to ask him to deliver firewood to Zuixiaolou.

Zuixiaolou's business is booming, and they use more firewood every day. They used to cooperate with an old man from Xiaorong Village, but in recent years, the old man is not strong enough, so the firewood he sends is less. Manager Yang wants to continue Looking for a farmer to cooperate, Fang Zichen immediately called Hexi.

After all, we are all our own people, so the wealth should not flow to outsiders!

Hexi missed him, and when Brother Zhao called, he came immediately.

As we enter December, the weather gets colder.

Brother Zhao turned out the cotton-padded jacket he had asked Aunt Liu to make before. He wrapped the boy in three layers inside and three outside, like a ball. He couldn't put his hands down. Fang Zichen saw that he walked like a penguin. Same.

When he fell down before, the boy would immediately get up on all fours. Now if he fell, he would roll around on the ground and not be able to get up.

But there was nothing I could do, it was too cold.

In the past winter, the heating was always on at home and in the classroom, so Fang Zichen never got too cold. Now, he always felt like he had been thrown into the North Pole.

It was a bone-chilling wind that could make a person lose three layers of skin.

They had to cover themselves with two quilts at night, but Fang Zichen still complained that he was cold. Seeing him like this, Brother Zhao went to the town and bought two bags of charcoal and burned them in the room at night. Only then did Fang Zichen feel better.

The weather is cold, and he doesn't like to go out much. When he gets up in the morning, he just does what he can. Often he doesn't have time to eat breakfast. He brushes his teeth and washes his face in a hurry, then turns on the motor at full speed, and runs towards the town humming. When I get back from work, my cat is at home and I don't go out much.

He has been very peaceful since the county examination.

But he has retired from the world for a long time, but there are still legends about him everywhere.

When the Ma family came to the house and forced him to marry Brother Zhao, he single-handedly beat the three brothers of the Ma family until they screamed and screamed, but they were unable to fight back. However, he himself was unscathed. From then on, he became a He became famous in one battle and laid the foundation for him in Xiaohe Village.

The words became more and more outrageous, and in the end, he made Liu Lezi scream like a pig, and kicked Ma Dazhuang two miles away.

When these words reached Fang Zichen's ears, he was shocked... This bullshit was so boastful, but there were still people who believed it.

Fang Zichen left work that day, and the boy was squatting at the entrance of the village in the cold wind, waiting for him. He was as big as a ball, and the little clothes on his chest were bulging. You could tell at a glance that there was something hidden inside, most likely food.

Fang Zichen waved his hand: "Er~"

The warm sun in early winter was about to set, and the afterglow was orange. He happened to be facing the sun, with a tall and straight figure, full of vigor, strong outlines, and picturesque eyebrows, and his fair complexion was illuminated Almost transparent.

"Father~Father is coming back!"

The boy rushed over and was caught by him.

"It's cold outside. Don't come out next time. You'll be so cold that you can't help it." He lowered his head and spoke to the boy with a gentle tone, and a slightly helpless smile in his eyes, which made He Huihui not far away. Stunned.

She was wearing brightly colored clothes. It was rare for girls in the village to wear such clothes. Most of the time, they wore dark-colored clothes that were resistant to stains. Her eyes were bright, and Fang Zichen noticed it. He turned his head slightly and glanced at her lightly. .

With such a cold and distant look, at a certain moment, He Huihui felt as if her heart had stopped beating, and her palms were sweating from nervousness. She lifted a strand of hair from her ear and smiled lightly at Fang Zichen. Fang Zichen lost sight of her. After lingering too much on her, just giving her a curious glance, he withdrew his gaze, picked up the boy, and threw it into the sky like a ball. The boy screamed, not out of fear, but out of excitement.

He loved playing this with Fang Zichen the most. At first, he was a little scared, fearing that Fang Zichen wouldn't be able to catch him. Later, he found that Fang Zichen could catch him steadily every time, and Fang Zichen told him that he was wearing thick clothes now, so it would be okay if he couldn't catch him. , so he fell in love with this game.

As Fang Zichen walked home, he played with his little boy while He Huihui stared at his back, completely stunned.

Although she didn't go out much, she knew all the men in the village. Fang Zichen had an unfamiliar face, and she almost didn't need to think too much before she understood that this person must be the one her mother had been talking about, and she had been curious about him for almost two months. Fang Zichen.

During the time she came back, Aunt He often talked about Fang Zichen in front of her, saying that he was not only good-looking, but also literate. He worked as an errand in Zuixiao House and was very promising. Since you are back from separation, how about you? Don't think about him.

He Huihui is obviously from the village, but she married to the town and worked as a 'rich lady' for a few years, but now she dislikes the villagers, thinking that their eyes are not three inches long, their eyes are not two feet wide, and they have never seen the world. , like a country bumpkin.

Before He Huihui got married, Aunt He often said that Ma Wen looked upright and promising. After He Huihui married in the town, all kinds of people saw him and thought Ma Wen was just like that, doing hard work for others. Just a few hundred pennies a month.

A few hundred pennies was a large amount of money to the villagers, but in He Huihui's eyes, this little money was simply not enough. What could such a little money be used for? It's not enough to order food at Zuixiao Restaurant. A random outfit for her costs 800 to 900 yuan.

She has lived in the town for several years and feels that her horizons have broadened.

The scholars in Anhe Academy in the town are considered to be the best. They are all well-educated, dressed in noble and elegant clothes, speak politely and elegantly, and are reasonable and measured. They look nothing like the dreary people in the village. Well-dressed men are nothing like that.

She thought that her mother had no worldly background, so she had no interest in Fang Zichen, whom she praised so much, and thought that at most she would be just like Ma Wen.

While she sneered at Aunt He's words, she couldn't help but become curious about Fang Zichen. When she heard that Fang Zichen doted on her husband, she had some thoughts.

He Huihui first wanted to get close to Brother Zhao and inquire, but Brother Zhao seemed to be very wary. Every time she was about to strike up a conversation with him, Brother Zhao said he was busy at home and was going back.

Having never met him before, He Huihui was stunned when he saw the real person.

It was really a beautiful, charming, and handsome face that almost made people's blood boil.

Aunt He came out of the field holding a bundle of pigweed. When she saw her, she asked: "It's cold outside, why did you come out?"

Chapter 173

He Huihui didn't like to go out much before she got married. After Heli came back, she didn't like going out much anymore.

As soon as she came out, everyone always looked at her and asked her why it took her so long to come back to her parents' home. Did she have a quarrel with the head of the family? She had been married for four or five years and she still hadn't had a child.

He Huihui was very annoyed by the questions, and she didn't want to tell the truth. After all, being divorced or separated was not a very honorable thing.

However, it has been cold recently and everyone has been going out less. He Huihui then thought of going out for a stroll and ended up here unknowingly.

Fang Zichen hadn't gone far yet, but when she saw that she didn't reply and was staring over there, Aunt He understood and said with a smile, "Did you just meet Mr. Fang?"

"Yeah!" He Huihui looked away and said shyly: " "Mom, he is so handsome."

"More than just handsome," Aunt He said, "He is also capable!" He

Huihui knew what she was going to say when she heard this. , still working in Zuixiao Tower and so on.

As expected, Aunt He said: "He knows how to read. I heard from your uncle that he had been studying for more than ten years. His family was quite wealthy and he was very strong. He used to carry big bags at the dock, but he was a well-off man and went to work in Zuixiaolou. , working as a bill collector, you only get three taels of money a month! Your uncle said that he had asked Mr. Fang that he was going to take the scholar exam after the new year. "

"What?" Huihui exclaimed, her voice rising, her heart pounding. She seemed to be in disbelief: "He is going to take the scholar exam at the beginning of the new year? Has he passed the boy student exam?"

"Yes!" He The aunt was startled: "You girl, you are twenty years old, and you are still so startled. Didn't I say that before?"

He Huihui said nothing.

Aunt He said it before, but she didn't listen carefully because she didn't care!

She thought that the other party was a waiter who ran errands and cleaned tables at Zuixiaolou. Later, when she went to the river to do laundry, she heard someone tell her that the other party was actually a bill collector. She also paid thirty taels of silver a month. The Wu family was doing well. At that time, after taking into account the costs, I only made so much in a month.

Aunt He said that the Wu family is rich and eats meat every day, but in fact they don't. Even if she went there, the Wu family bought it specially. Otherwise, it usually only takes two or three days to eat meat. In the town, the Wu family's living standard is considered average. Downstream, but compared to the village, it is still much better.

Fang Zichen earns three taels of silver a month and has no father or mother. When he gets married, he doesn't have to serve his mother-in-law and father-in-law...

Every time Aunt He talks about Fang Zichen, He Huihui becomes a little impatient after hearing it too much. The next one is more She didn't go out much in the past month, and everyone in the village knew that Fang Zichen passed the Tongsheng exam, but she was the only one who didn't know.

She didn't know that Fang Zichen was going to take the scholar examination, but she was already attracted by the identity of the accountant of Zuixiaolou. Now, he was going to take the scholar examination...

There were not many scholars in the town, so she The more she thought about it, the hotter her heart became, her cheeks turned red, and the handkerchief in her hand was about to be twisted into knots. She was absent-minded along the way, and her mind was filled with the gentle look of Fang Zichen smiling at the sunset. After she returned home, she pestered Aunt He to find out about Fang Zichen. After all, in the next few days, when Fang Zichen left work, she would often pretend to pass by the village entrance and peek at Fang Zichen.

Aunt He saw it, smiled, and said, "Has my daughter fallen in love with this guy? I told you before, this guy is pretty good, but you didn't believe it before."

"Mother~" He Huihui recalled that she and Fang Zi During one of the few times Chen met, thinking that the other person was such a charming person, she said lonelyly: "I've been married before, Mr. Fang may not look down on me."

Aunt He was also very satisfied with Fang Zichen. Although Fang Zichen seemed to have some opinions about him in the first few times he had contact with the other party, it didn't matter. Thinking about the other party's three taels of silver a month, and thinking about Brother Zhou's family, if Fang Zichen became her son-in-law, her family might also be drunk. She delivers food to the nightclub and is the mother-in-law of a talented scholar!

She had made preparations in advance, and then said: "You are just thinking nonsense, what's wrong with marrying someone? You can't find a good look like yours anywhere in the country. What are you worried about? Brother Zhao is still married." Fang Xiaozi doesn't dislike anyone who has given birth to a child. How can he dislike you?"

Thinking of Brother Zhao's sullen look, He Huihui was still confident in herself, but...

"Mom, but I am. "I don't want to be a kid."

It's not impossible to be a kid, but when she thinks about Brother Zhao, who is not as good as her in appearance, family background, or figure, weighing on her, He Huihui feels sick.

"What are you doing? You stupid kid," Aunt He poked her forehead: "If you really want to marry Mr. Fang, then you must go big. Since ancient times, if a man has married two, which one do you think is the elder brother? The older one, the younger one? If you really get married, then Brother Zhao will definitely give in."

This was like a reassurance. He Huihui couldn't help but feel relieved when she thought about it.

...

Since the fire was added to the room, Fang Zichen's problem of lying in bed became more and more serious.

The bed was so warm that it felt like it was killing him to get out of bed.

In the past, Brother Zhao could call him out, but now it was useless. If he called him too noisy, he would hide under the quilt. There was no other way, so Brother Zhao could only lift the quilt and drag him away. Whenever he comes out, his grandma will always say, "Father, you are so kind!" Then she will drag him along with Brother Zhao.

Fang Sanshao was very delicate, and it was hot in summer and cold in winter. Brother Zhao was also afraid that he would freeze, so he spent a lot of money to buy him a fox fur cloak with a hood, dark red and white fluffy and soft fox fur. , there are some auspicious clouds embroidered on the cloak.

The store bought the goods from the neighboring continent. The embroiderers there are very good at it, and the cloak looks very good.

But I don't know if the people in the next continent are all very tall. This cloak is hanging in the store, and many people are interested in it. But when I try it, a small part of it is dragged on the ground.

The average height of ancient people was quite short, and few were as tall as Fang Zichen.

When Brother Zhao first entered the store, he fell in love with it at first sight. It cost more than eight taels, but the store still couldn't sell it, so I gave it to him at a discount.

Red is too bright, and ordinary people can't afford this color, but Fang Zichen is different. He has a cold white complexion and is tall and handsome. It doesn't look feminine at all when he wears it. On the contrary, it makes him handsome and noble. Come back and try it. Dressed in a showy outfit, coupled with his invincible looks, the temperament of a soft rice king is vividly displayed on him.

Brother Zhao couldn't move his eyes away on the spot. He just felt that when this person put on these clothes, he seemed to be glowing instantly. It was eye-catching, dazzling, fatal, and seductive. As he looked at it, he couldn't help but start to blush. , heart beating wildly.

Fang Zichen liked it as a gift from him and cherished it when he usually wore it.

However, Brother Zhao seemed to particularly like him wearing red clothes. For this reason, he bought a lot of fabrics and asked Aunt Liu to make them for him.

Dressed in red every day, Fang Zichen was so happy that he always felt like he was getting married every day.

But looking at the bubbles in Brother Zhao's eyes, he was also pleased.

When he started work today, the sky was overcast. When he finished work, there was drizzle in the sky. When he walked to the entrance of the village, he met He Huihui again.

He Huihui is wearing a light pink brocade wrapped around her breasts, and a meandering pink smoked gauze skirt that touches the floor, revealing her graceful neck and clearly visible collarbones. She really has a straight waist and bright red lips.

Fang Zichen couldn't help but shiver.

This girl is a true warrior.

When He Huihui saw Fang Zichen, she stepped forward and asked knowingly with a smile: "Master Fang is back from work? I came here to pick vegetables, but I didn't expect... What a coincidence!"

Fang Zichen didn't think it was a coincidence. , bumped into her again and again, and been accosted several times, anyone with any brains will know.

He said a faint 'Hmm' without much expression on his face.

There was a basket hanging on He Huihui's wrist, with a small green vegetable in it.

Fang Zichen wanted to laugh a little.

This guy doesn't know how to act well.

There are eight/nine members of the He family, a big family. Pick one vegetable, two or three leaves no bigger than a palm, go back and smell it?

He Huihui's eyes lingered on Fang Zichen's fox fur cloak for a moment, she breathed into her palms, and said sadly: "It's really cold in this weather."

She is really a fool to wear such clothes when she knows it's cold.

When an ordinary man hears the beauty's words, he may feel so distressed that he wants to take off all his clothes and put them all on the beauty.

Fang Zichen was different. He kept walking. When he heard this, he just raised his eyelids and said in agreement: "It is indeed cold."

He Huihui: "..."

He Huihui reluctantly raised the corner of her mouth and smiled, He said bluntly: "Master Fang, can you lend me your cloak? It's really too cold." As soon as he finished speaking, he covered his lips and sneezed quietly.

"No," Fang Zichen tightened his cloak, showing no manliness: "I'm too cold to give it to you, and there's nothing I can do to help you."

"Mr. Fang, but I..."

Fang Zichen didn't know why, but listened to the river Huihui called him Mr. Fang tenderly, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable in her heart: "Can you please stop calling me Mr. Fang?"

He Huihui said with a smile in her eyes: "Then I will call you Brother Fang."

Fang Zichen paused in his steps and looked back with a confused expression. He looked at her metaphorically: "Are you noble this year?"

In this era when men and women are very wary, it is actually a bit out of line to ask someone how old a girl is, unless... He

Huihui's heart is about to jump out of her throat, and she said excitedly : "My little girl Nian Fang is twenty."

"So old?" Fang Zichen said in surprise: "I'm only eighteen, and you, a twenty-year-old, call me your brother, are you embarrassed?"

He Huihui: "... "..."

He Huihui couldn't keep the smile on her face no matter what. The words 'so old' were like a sharp sword that pierced her heart and pierced her entire chest. Her whole body seemed to be shaky.

Fang Zichen laughed heartily when he saw that she looked deeply hit and could not bear it anymore.

She is so stupid, pretending to meet him by chance every day, wanting to meet him around the corner and meet love, but she wants to eat shit.

He is obviously a married man and has children, but if the other party still does this, it is probably not a good idea.

Chapter 174

"Husband."

Brother Zhao walked from the front holding an umbrella and saw Fang Zichen and He Huihui walking side by side. The man was gentle and elegant, and the woman was as beautiful as a flower. They were a talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven.

He couldn't help but pause in his steps and frowned unconsciously. He pinched the handle of the umbrella and suddenly felt that his legs were as heavy as gold and he couldn't move any further.

Fang Zichen took off his cloak and ran over: "Why are you here? It's so cold outside. What should I do if I get frozen?"

Brother Zhao saw him eagerly putting on his clothes, and his eyes seemed to be full of only for himself, and he couldn't help but He felt warm in his heart and didn't feel cold at all: "It's raining, I'll pick you up."

"It's a little drizzle, it's okay." Fang Zichen took the umbrella and walked home with his arms in his arms. He Huihui seemed to be caught by Forgotten, she stood still, looking at the two people in front of her who were about to touch each other, feeling tight in her chest.

He just rejected her so simply, but then he turned around and offered it to Brother Zhao. His feelings were cold one moment, but not the next moment!

Brother Zhao turned his head and glanced at her, as if he asked casually: "What did you just talk to her about?"

Fang Zichen said lazily: "She said she was cold and wanted to lend me my cloak."

"Then why didn't you? "Give it?" Brother Zhao asked, "Don't you always teach me to protect girls and be gentle and considerate to them?"

"I feel like she is interested in me."

If it were an ordinary girl, he might have actually borrowed it, but the girl just looked at him with a shy and timid look, and she deliberately pretended to meet him by chance every time. He was really afraid that if he lent it out, someone would be a favor to him. , pledge yourself to each other'.

Now all he can think about is Brother Zhao, who is a good man. If he doesn't do things that stand in both directions, he will have no choice but to let the girl down.

Moreover, this girl really doesn't like anyone, but she wants to like him, a dedicated and unparalleled good man like him. Isn't this looking for abuse?

Brother Zhao remembered that he seemed to have said the same thing when he was looking for a prostitute last time.

"What about you?" Brother Zhao suddenly asked.

Fang Zichen was confused: "What am I?"

Brother Zhao said in a muffled voice, kicking the stones on the road: "She is so beautiful, she is a famous beauty from all over the country, what do you think of her? "

A beauty from all over the world?

This is a bit exaggerated!

He has never seen such a beauty. When he went to Beihai with his elder brother, the girl was 36D, wearing a bikini, with big waves, fair skin and long legs. She winked at him and said: "Hi, little one" Handsome guy, are you free tonight? My sister will take you out to play in the car! ' He was able to remain unmoved and refused righteously.

Now Yihe Huihui, what can he think?

Besides, even if he is a playboy, he has a tigress at home, and he dares to have ideas as long as his life is long.

"She's just as beautiful as she is! What does it have to do with me!" Fang Zichen glanced at Brother Zhao and saw that he seemed a little unhappy when he pursed his lips. He came to his senses and immediately expressed his loyalty and said: "I just like you. "

What do you like about me? I'm not as good-looking as He Huihui." Brother Zhao's eyebrows moved slightly: "Do you think He Huihui is good-looking?"

This is no different from sending a proposition.

Fang Zichen was stunned and pretended not to know: "Who?"

"Is it He Huihui?" Brother Zhao said.

"Who is He Huihui?" Fang Zichen looked puzzled: "I've never seen her, how do I know if she's pretty?"

"...Didn't you just talk to someone?" Brother Zhao pinched his waist. Jian Rou: "People say she is very good-looking. Many young men in the village like her, including those from other villages."

Fang Zichen was a little speechless: "It's her business that she is good-looking!"

Brother Zhao looked at him: " Then do you like it?"

Fang Zichen lowered his head, looked at Brother Zhao, and said mischievously: "Is her surname Zhao? Is her name Zhao Brother? Then I don't like it. Our Third Young Master only likes Brother Zhao who has big eyes, loves to pinch people, and is jealous."

Brother Zhao stopped in his steps, his heart pounding, as if it was about to burst out of his thin and thin chest. He tried his best. Slowing down his tone, he asked: "You, what do you mean?"

Fang Zichen hugged him tightly, lowered the umbrella, and in the hazy rain and mist, in the cold wind, he took Brother Zhao's frozen earlobe into his mouth. , Seriously, he said delicately: "I said, the only one I like is Brother Zhao."

He stood up straight and spoke clearly and powerfully, hitting Brother Zhao's fragile and sensitive nerves with every word.

One after another, it was almost unbearable.

"...You, what did you say? Say it again." Brother Zhao was stabbed in the heart by the three words 'I only like'. This is different from 'I like you'. These three words are very important to him. It had an overwhelming impact, and his eyes turned red almost instantly.

The longer he stayed with Fang Zichen, the more coaxing he became, and the smoother his sweet words became, the more uneasy Brother Zhao became.

His inferiority complex has been deeply engraved in his bones over the years, and it cannot be eliminated with just two or three sentences of 'I like it' or 'You believe in me'.

Fang Zichen kept saying that he was good, but Brother Zhao didn't think he was any good. He didn't look too outstanding. He didn't know how to embroider, play chess, calligraphy and painting. He couldn't be as good as Fang Zichen. He could only work hard. .

But anyone with long hands can do it. There is nothing particularly outstanding about him. He is undoubtedly inferior and cowardly when facing Fang Zichen. In this relationship, he is walking on thin ice, always afraid that one day Fang Zichen will get tired of him. I was also afraid that one day, Fang Zichen would fall in love with someone else.

These days, it is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines, but now, his husband said that he only likes him.

He desperately wanted to confirm again.

With tears in his eyes, he looked up at Fang Zichen. At such a height, he seemed to be surrendering, but his eyes were full of obsessive love.

Fang Zichen was startled and tilted his head slightly, but it was not what he expected: "I didn't say anything."

Brother Zhao immediately became anxious and gently pulled his sleeve and said, "You just said it, you said you only like me."

Fang Zichen hesitated: "You are hallucinating."

Brother Zhao almost stamped his feet: "No, you really said that just now."

Fang Zichen turned the umbrella handle, and the rain and snowflakes that fell on it flew out, and he shrugged Crossing his shoulders: "Just say it."

"Say it again." Brother Zhao said.

"Do you want to hear it?"

Brother Zhao nodded hurriedly: "Yeah! I want to hear it. Husband, can you say it again, okay?"

The last sound of the word 'good' was deliberately prolonged, like they were playing on the bed. At this time, I moaned sweetly.

Fang Zichen raised his eyebrows, smiled carelessly, and his posture was graceful, but his words were inhumane: "Then... you just want to go."

Brother Zhao was moved and angry, and punched Fang Zichen, and Fang Zichen covered him Holding his chest: "You, brother, are you really addicted to beating people again? Do you want to beat me to death so that you can become a widow?"

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao Er hugged one of his arms and said flatteringly: "Husband, I only like you."

Fang Zichen looked confident: "I know!"

Brother Zhao laughed, his eyebrows slightly curved, and said: "Then you should only like me, okay? If another girl approaches you in the future, can you tell him that you have kidney deficiency!"

Fang Zichen: "... "..."

Fang Zichen was going to explode when he heard these two words. He jumped up and said angrily: "I'm weak, you're the butt."

Seeing Brother Zhao pouting, he looked aggrieved. The rain was getting heavier and the dirt road was slippery. It was difficult to leave. Fang Zichen sighed and suddenly bent down: "Come up."

Brother Zhao snorted and lay on his back obediently.

The mountain peaks in the distance were foggy and misty, and raindrops fell on the not-so-wide oil umbrella. Brother Zhao tightly hugged Fang Zichen's neck and pressed his face against his broad and warm back.

"Don't ask that again in the future." Fang Zichen said suddenly.

Brother Zhao was confused: "What?"

"Don't ask me if she's pretty, I like it or not," Fang Zichen said, "It's against the laws of heaven for us gods to fall in love with mortals. I've done it once. I'll do it again." "It's time for the Queen Mother to chop off my head."

He paused, his eyes falling into the rain and mist: "Being with you is not a choice I made after weighing the pros and cons, but a decision I made with my heart pounding."

He said. The voice came through the air-conditioning, but Brother Zhao seemed to have been suddenly burned.

"Although I don't have a lot of money now, as you become my husband, you don't have to do everything by yourself. You can tell me when you feel wronged. When you have difficulties, we can solve them together. I have delicious food. First I will definitely leave my mouth to you, and my love for you will never change."

The eighteen-year-old boy's voice has become calm and sharp. When expressing his feelings, the infinite affection in it cannot be replicated by any recording equipment.

The impact of the heat wave coming from a few words is unforgettable and deep-rooted.

He had said these words to Brother Zhao many times, but every time, he never tired of it.

In fact, just looking at his appearance, apart from being dignified, another thing is that his facial features are too sharp and flamboyant, like the bright moon hanging in the sky, cold and indifferent, which makes people feel alienated and oppressed.

But in fact, his appearance and behavior are seriously inconsistent.

After getting along with him, you will find that this person is not a gentleman, but a monkey coming down from the Flower and Fruit Mountain.

Apart from giving birth to children, he seems to know everything. He is optimistic and cheerful, has a frivolous demeanor, looks very nervous, and is unreliable. People often think that cows are flying in the sky and he is blowing on the ground, but... he is better than anyone else. People are more responsible, and underneath the cheerful appearance, they are thoughtful:

"No matter how good others are, it has nothing to do with me. No matter how bad you are, I like them all. I am eighteen years old, and there is still a long, long way to go in the future." Let's go, I won't be trapped in Xiaohe Village for the rest of my life. The sky outside is vast and the world is huge. I will meet many people of all kinds, but I will never leave you behind. Your presence is better than thousands of others. ."

A drop of water fell into the hot oil and started to boil. In the biting cold wind, Brother Zhao could no longer feel the biting pain.

His heart was contracting crazily, his throat was blocked, and he seemed to have lost the ability to speak for a moment.

He endured the soreness in his eyes. Fang Zichen's face was so close that he leaned forward to kiss him, reverently and passionately.

He said: "Husband, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be jealous and suspicious. I'm not stingy. I'm just afraid of losing you."

"I know." Fang Zichen didn't squint, walked steadily, and hugged his leg tightly: "Human You have to be self-aware. I am charming, handsome, and lovable. It is inevitable that you worry about me, but I am willing and willing to be with you. Although when we are together, Others would say that I must be blind, otherwise why would I fall in love with your words, but I don't mind."

He shook his head and sighed sincerely: "Nowadays, someone like me, who is only eighteen years old, can make money. There are not many people who are independent and can pay full price for a bun. If your partner is too good and perfect, it is normal for you not to be confident."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao couldn't help but take pictures. Hit him.

Fang Zichen grimaced in pain, he was licking him like this, searching his intestines and stomach to coax him, wasn't Brother Zhao even moved?

He even hit him.

This man's heart is made of a penis!

Why does it get harder the more you lick it!

But she couldn't coddle him anymore. Seeing that they were about to get home, Fang Zichen threw him to the roadside and ran into the yard.

Brother Zhao didn't expect him to be so wicked. He was caught off guard and staggered a few steps and almost fell. He gritted his teeth, picked up a stick from the roadside, and chased after him in a few steps.

Chapter 175

Fang Zichen was beaten twice, covered his buttocks and hid in the room. He didn't come out until he was hungry.

Guaizi went to play with Yoyo while he was carrying Coyotito. He hadn't come back yet, so the yard was quiet.

Fang Zichen lay outside the kitchen and glanced left and right. When he saw Brother Zhao didn't even look at him, he coughed.

Brother Zhao stirred the porridge and ignored him.

Fang Zichen touched his nose and walked in awkwardly.

"We're cooking porridge tonight!" He glanced into the pot and said, "Can you please stop making it so watery? Our family is so poor that we can only drink water?"

This pot of porridge is so thin that you can't even see it. It's not famine. In this era, even cooking can't produce this kind of effect.

Drinking porridge in winter makes you pee a lot.

Last time the family hired help, Brother Zhou also cooked a big pot, and there was still a lot left over at night. Fang Zichen drank three bowls and got up six times in the middle of the night, but he was in so much pain that he felt lonely even when he went to bed.

Brother Zhao didn't speak.

Fang Zichen didn't mind at all, and kept going: "When will it be ready? I'm almost starving to death."

Brother Zhao turned his head, looked at him, and said in a cool tone: "That's none of my business."

Fang Zichen: " · ·····"

This little brother's heart is as small as the eye of a needle.

Still holding a grudge!

Fang Zichen leaned over and kissed him.

Brother Zhao was startled: "What are you doing? Why are you so immoral."

There is nothing that can't be solved with one kiss. If it doesn't work, then two.

If two doesn't work, just three. If three doesn't work... then withdraw first.

Fang Zichen kissed him again.

Brother Zhao took a sip and then was kissed again. His ears were hot and his face was red. As if he was embarrassed, he pulled Fang Zichen to the stove and brought him a small stool: "It's almost done. You go first." Sit here and wait, warm yourself up by the fire."

After three kisses, Fang Zichen crossed his legs proudly.

"You were chasing me with a wooden stick just now." He settled the score and said: "The two aunties passing by saw it, and they were all looking at you. You looked fierce and said that I was not a human being. What you said, to be honest, I'm very surprised."

Brother Zhao stirred the corner of his clothes: "Husband, I'm sorry, I..."

A man was chased and beaten by his husband. In the past, it was okay for them to have fun alone in the yard, but Just now, someone actually looked at it.

Fang Zichen wants face most.

I overstepped it.

Even if Fang Zichen pampers himself again, he shouldn't do this.

Brother Zhao raised his eyes and opened his mouth silently. Just as he was about to say something, he heard him say in an unserious manner: "Do you know why I'm surprised? Because I can't believe that you are so cute and kind. How can a little brother say such cruel words as 'You are not a human being'? That kind of expression and tone are what a gentle and lovely brother like you should say."

Brother Zhao couldn't help but laugh. one time.

"Smile, you still have the nerve to smile. Are you worthy of your gentleness and kindness?" Fang Zichen raised his head: "Hurry up and apologize to me."

Brother Zhao smiled and punched him. He really thought Fang Zichen was angry just now.

He said, "How about I stir-fry sour bamboo shoots for you tonight?"

Fang Zichen's eyes lit up: "I want a plate."

"Yeah!" Brother Zhao said, "Go and call the good boy back!

" At Heaven's Work, Yang Mingyi brought a box of books and said they were sent by Mr. Wu, asking Fang Zichen to read them carefully and try to finish them before the hospital exam.

Fang Zichen looked at a box full of books and asked shopkeeper Yang, could he resell these books?

He didn't know Mr. Wu's true identity, but Shopkeeper Yang knew it.

The book in the box is a bit old. After flipping through the pages, I saw a lot of notes and insights written on it.

Although Mr. Wu was just a scholar, his knowledge and accomplishments were not inferior to those of Jinshi. Most of his disciples were officials in the court, and the highest one was already in the fourth rank of the Imperial Academy.

The most unpromising person is Jiang Zhengxu, who has been an official for many years and is still a seventh-rank official.

Magistrate Wu Laotong was an old school friend, and many people wanted to get in touch with him.

Here, if you pick out a book at random and take it outside, it will be snapped up by people. Fang Zichen doesn't know how to cherish it, but even wants to resell it.

Shopkeeper Yang knocked him angrily.

Another guest came to the door. These two young men were dressed luxuriously. Wang Xiaohu originally wanted to lead them to the private room on the second floor. The two waved their hands and said that they could eat as they pleased in the lobby.

Seeing that they chose the table opposite the counter, Wang Xiaohu understood.

These two people came for Brother Fang.

Fang Zichen was an unknown person, but he defeated many students from Qinghe Academy in the government examination to win the title. Many people were curious, and everyone wanted to know something about it. Fang Zichen was a well-known figure in Fu'an Town. You didn't need to ask much to find out. Yes, this man works in Zuixiao Tower. If you want to see him, come to Zuixiao Tower for a meal, and you will definitely see him.

Studying is not easy. Most scholars are deaf to outside world and only focus on reading books by sages. Those with a little money at home will be assigned a bookboy to help spread paper and grind it. Those village scholars who do not have the conditions are mostly married early. A daughter-in-law comes back and works as a maid. She has a long-term vision and dreams of marrying someone from a high-ranking family in high school, so she can help her in her career.

Regardless of whether they are rich or poor, these people don't have to do their own daily living. They have someone to take care of them when they eat, drink, and take care of themselves, not to mention those who are waiting to earn money.

Seeing that Fang Zichen was working and taking the imperial examination at the same time, splitting his time in half, that's it, he could still be so outstanding. Some people praised him, saying that he was born in a humble family and studied without a teacher, so he was diligent.

However, some people say that he is a dignified scholar, but he gets involved with a lowly businessman, works for him, and accepts his orders. This is really shameful for a scholar.

There are a lot of unpleasant things to say, and they can say anything. Literati and students, they can sing the most beautiful poems, but they can also say the most heart-wrenching words.

Shopkeeper Yang was afraid that Fang Zichen would feel uncomfortable after hearing this. He knew that Fang Zichen was not only the accountant of the store, but also the teacher of the young master, so he discussed with Yang Mutao that he should not be the accountant and instead should teach Yang Mingyi exclusively.

Yang Mutao felt that he was making a fuss out of a molehill. Fang Zichen's face was as thick as a city wall and his heart was as iron as iron. The only way to make him feel uncomfortable was to deduct his wages. If he heard other things, especially those rumors, he would be angry and uncomfortable at most. , think too much, it doesn't exist.

"But he is still young after all," Shopkeeper Yang still felt uneasy: "I..."

"I'll give you a hard time."

Fang Zichen's angry curse came from downstairs. Yang Mutao and Shopkeeper Yang looked at each other and rushed downstairs in a few steps. When they reached the second floor, they saw Fang Zichen with his hands on his waist, spitting fragrance at a man opposite.

"What do I have to be ashamed of? I am self-reliant, how can you be like you, who is already in his twenties, missing his arms and legs, and still chewing on his parents at home? I can't stand people like you. Stop going out for a walk and come back quickly. Go home and drink milk."

"You, you..." The scholar pointed at Fang Zichen, trembling with anger: "I, I am dedicated to learning, not lazy."

"Hey! That big brother who is dedicated to learning, have you been admitted as a scholar?" Fang Zichen looked at his waist. There was only a cyan jade pendant on it. There are nameplates issued by the imperial court on the top of the scholar's waist. They usually go to the Yamen to receive the imperial tribute. At that time, with this nameplate as evidence, most students often wore it around their waists.

Fang Zichen circled around the scholar: "No! No, you haven't been admitted to the scholar examination yet! Oh my, you are still focused on studying! I am so dedicated to my work that I am almost admitted, you... "You're not ashamed, go home quickly! Don't be embarrassed outside."

Yang

Mutao shook his head and smiled helplessly.

What does 'I'm about to pass' mean? This kid should not be afraid or arrogant when he speaks.

After losing his popularity, Fang Zichen smiled.

When shopkeeper Yang saw him running behind the counter carelessly again, he felt that Yang Mutao's words just now were not wrong at all.

Fang Zichen did not carry back the box of books that Mr. Wu gave him. He put them all in the lounge on the third floor. He almost finished reading the whole box of books in five or six days.

Shopkeeper Yang always felt that this person was reading for fun. Fang Zichen could not calm down when he was reading. After reading twice, his eyes would move around, just like the thief who came to explore the situation.

Fang Zichen is a top student in science, but he is not very interested in these literate things, and he doesn't have much patience when reading. If he didn't have a good brain, he might not even be able to graduate from elementary school.

After work, Fang Zichen went to the store. Lin Xiaoxia was very happy to see him: "Master, you are here."

Fang Zichen paused: "What did you call me?"

Lin Xiaoxia said naively: "Master!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

He is a handsome young man who is full of youth and is so young that his eyes are watering, but he is called "Master". Is this appropriate?

Is that true?

"You called me by my name."

Lin Xiaoxia's caterpillar-like eyebrows furrowed: "This is against the rules."

Oh!

Fang Zichen almost forgot that this person was already his slave. It was really not good to call his master's family members by their first names.

"Then you call me young master, not master."

Lin Xiaoxia said: "Then what do you call me, good boy?"

Fang Zichen said nonchalantly: "Call him young master."

Lin Xiaoxia looked at him as if he was mentally retarded.

The father is called Young Master, and the son is also called Young Master. Does this man want to be a brother to his son?

Fang Zichen was concerned about the lives of his subordinates: "Are you getting used to living here recently? Get used to the food and housing! If you need anything, tell me and Brother Zhao and ask him to buy it for you. I don't have the money."

At home. Almost all the financial power is controlled by Brother Zhao. When he needs money, he will ask Brother Zhao for it. He usually carries some money with him, but not much, just enough to buy some gadgets for his tigress. eat.

Although Lin Xiaoxia had not been in this house for long, he also knew that Fang Zichen was a very loving husband and a person who didn't care about face.

"I understand, little one."

There is actually nothing he is not used to living here. After all, he had been in a cage for more than half a month before, and he was already prepared for his wife and children to be separated. Now he can still stay as a family. At the same time, he didn't dare to ask for anything more.

Brother Zhao is a considerate person, so Qianer gave Li Yanmei two taels of silver and asked her to buy some clothes and shoes by herself.

Chapter 176:

For servants like them who sell their bodies, their masters are kind and will give them some wages. If they meet the harsh ones, they will work for nothing. They are first-class maids and servants of a wealthy family in the town. The monthly fee is usually 300 to 400 yuan. Brother Zhao went to inquire about it. Because the work in the store was tiring and it was not like serving people in the courtyard just serving tea and water. This was hard work, so he gave them a prescription. Each person received a salary of five hundred per month.

This is quite kind.

After this incident, Li Yanmei can be said to have seen through the warmth and coldness of people. When Lin Xiaoxia's accident first happened, her relatives were afraid that she would come to borrow money, so they found excuses to prevent her from entering, and they all avoided the three of them like snakes and scorpions.

They couldn't repay the debt before. The three members of their family sold themselves into slavery and worked for others for nothing. They could pay off the debt ten or twenty years later, but that family was not good and they didn't treat them as servants. The young master was seven years old, so the master asked Jiaojiao to serve him, but Jiaojiao was only three years old. What did he know? The two children were playing in the backyard, and the young master asked Jiaojiao to ride on his horse. Jiaojiao was big. He grew strong, but after being hungry for a few days, he had no strength. The young master accidentally fell down. The master came over after hearing the news and saw that his child was crying. After checking, nothing was wrong and he turned around. Still slapped Jiaojiao.

Lin Xiaoxia was so angry that he retorted a few words. The master of the house encouraged him and did not dare to say anything on the spot. However, he probably thought that they had eaten too much. This time he dared to talk back openly and made him lose face. Will he be able to do it next time? Jump up and hit him?

Lin Xiaoxia was like a tiger and leopard who did not get scolded. After thinking about it, the owner realized that they had lost more than two hundred taels from the three hundred taels, and the batch of goods was not even three hundred taels. After thinking about it, they realized that they had lost money, so they gave the three hundred taels to their family. Sold.

After wandering all the way, we returned to Fuan Town.

Li Da originally wanted to borrow some money to redeem them, but Li Da's wife cried and shouted and refused.

I have borrowed everything I could borrow before, where can I borrow more than a dozen taels now? And, what to do when redemption comes?

Modern times are so open, but if you have been in prison, you will be considered stained. After you are released, it does not matter if there is no back door, it is difficult to find a decent job.

Lin Xiaoxia was once a slave, and even though it was later extinguished, there are many speculations as to why he was sold, and jobs must have been harder to find.

The house they lived in before has been sold, and they can only go back to live with their parents. Li's family is not very spacious. There is a meat stall in the front and a small courtyard in the back. There are only three rooms in it. His grandson is eight years old. Of course, we can no longer share the same room with Mrs. Li and his wife. If Lin Xiaoxia and his family move in, how will they be able to live apart? Moreover, the food and clothing will have to be paid for by the family, and Sister-in-law Li is not willing to do so.

Brother Li didn't want to either. In the end, Li wanted to rely on his son to support him, so he had no choice but to give up.

Li Yanmei stayed in Yaxing for more than half a month, suffering from hunger. Without seeing Li Dalai, she knew that her father had given up on her.

I can't say I hate it, just a little disappointed.

Lin Xiaoxia is tall, and it is inevitable that she looks a bit sinister. Although they don't live together in the same town, they all know that they have sharp tempers. If they are bought back, they will be difficult to discipline. In addition, they eat a lot, so they have not been sold.

Fang Zichen was able to buy them back without any hesitation, just thinking of a chance relationship. Li Yanmei was very grateful to him and worked very hard. Taking the blame was a laborious job. Brother Zhao was considerate and was afraid that they would be exhausted. Originally, she thought of closing the door in the afternoon, but Li Yanmei didn't want to, saying that business was good, so why close the door, and it's not like there were no customers.

She was not tired and didn't want to rest, so Brother Zhao let her go.

The three members of the Lin family are used to living there, and they don't lack anything. The business in the store is also good. Fang Zichen walked around with his hands behind his back. After a inspection, he returned with satisfaction.

He Huihui was always waiting for him at the entrance of the village, pretending to meet him by chance. , Brother Zhao was annoyed to death, but the road belonged to everyone. He Huihui pretended to be wandering there, so he couldn't say anything, so he intervened and let the good boy come.

When He Huihui saw Fang Zichen, she looked happy and was about to go towards him. The boy ran from the front, waving his short hand.

"Father, father, my dear boy, this is the place. My dear boy is here to take you home!"

When Fang Zichen saw his son, he didn't care about anything else. He didn't even give her a look, he hugged his boy and left.

He Huihui twisted her handkerchief and stamped her foot angrily.

After going back and forth several times, the good boy always interfered with things, and He Huihui felt very displeased with the good boy.

That day when she went out to wash clothes, she saw Guaizi squatting by the river from a distance. She paused, turned and walked towards him.

"Are you a good boy?" she asked knowingly.

The good boy stood up and turned around, looking at He Huihui. He had met He Huihui several times when he went to pick up Fang Zichen, but he had never spoken to him: "Well! Hello, auntie."

He Huihui saw that he was holding the handle in one hand. The little hoe made a fist with one hand, and it seemed to be holding something inside. The back of the hand was full of mud. He changed his clothes before going out, and now he was wearing a small gray pocket: "What are you doing?"

It has been raining in the past few days. It was wet and very cold, and the mud was sticky. The good boy grabbed earthworms with his bare hands, and inevitably got some of them. In addition, his hands were wet and turned purple from the cold. Together with the dark brown mud by the river, it didn't look good.

The good boy opened his hand, and in his little hand an earthworm was squirming: "The good boy is digging for insects."

Earthworms have no taste.

However, He Huihui covered her nose and took a few steps back, her eyes showing disgust, her tone was cold, and her expression was not gentle: "Why are you grabbing such a thing? It's so dirty, and so are you. Why is it so disgusting?"

The good boy began to become anxious, and the little boy His face instantly turned red.

Similar words, or even words ten times worse than this, were thrown at him one after another.

He is not ignorant. Although he does not understand the meaning of some words, he is ignorant and understands them. He knows that they are curses and not good words.

Fang Zichen once thought he was sensible and sensitive.

But three-year-old children should not be like this. It's just that they were caught in the cracks and under pressure, and they learned to watch their actions and be careful prematurely.

He had no clothes at that time, and the two sets of small clothes he wore when he was born were given by Aunt Liu to Liu Xiaowen.

After Liu Xiaowen went to the border, Brother Zhou fell ill, which made the already poor family even worse.

Without Liu Xiaowen, the family was completely cut off. Uncle Liu was only forty that year, but he had worked hard for many years and his face was old and serious. When he went to the town to find work, no one would use him. The Liu family could not even feed themselves. I can't take care of Brother Zhao.

Brother Zhao was struggling in the Ma family. Just to fill himself and his children's stomachs, he had almost exhausted all his energy.

The good boy has only one set of clothes when he grows up. Although Brother Zhao helps him bathe every day, the children in the village always say that he is dirty and unclean.

Ma Xiaoshun also spat at him.

After experiencing too much, he should be used to it and should be immune to all poisons. But after all, human beings are mortal bodies and are composed of warm flesh and blood. He has not yet had Fang Zichen's ability. These words still make him a little bit nervous. Uncomfortable.

He Huihui's disgust and disgust were not concealed. The good boy put his hands behind his back, shrank his feet, and pressed his legs tightly together. He looked very reserved. He looked up at He Huihui, and then quickly lowered his head. He moved his head, his head bowed deeply. He shrank down to a small size and stared at his toes. The sound was very small and soft.

"It's not dirty. The good boy knows how to wash his hands. It's not dirty."

He seemed to emphasize that He Huihui just lowered her eyes and looked at him, with an upright posture, as if looking down at a helpless and thin humble ant, her thin lips lightly Qi, with a sense of superiority: "I heard that you are a bastard."

The little boy frowned, immediately raised his head and said, "I don't care."

He Huihui's tone was sharp: "Why not? I've heard people say that you are not Ma Wen's son. You were born by your father secretly. What are you if you are not a bastard?"

"Don't talk nonsense, don't talk about dad. " Bad words," Guaizi seemed to be irritated by these words, and his eyes turned red: "Don't make me angry, or I will ask my father to beat you."

He Huihui: "..."

He Huihui. She felt a little speechless. She didn't speak, and the boy thought she was intimidated by him.

He added, "My father is very tired of fighting. If you are like this, you will fly away when my father punches you." He Hui Hui laughed out loud: "Do you think your father will beat me for you?"

"Why not? I am your father, little baby, and you are not." Guaizi said.

"I really am not now. When I marry your father, I will be."

These words seemed to poke the darling's lungs, and his whole body exploded. Like a cat, all the hair on his body wanted to stand up: "No. You and my father were robbing each other, but my father said it was wrong. You are acting like a mistress, a vixen, and a bad guy."

He ran away holding the bamboo tube, but when he saw that the hoe was not in hand, he turned back and saw He Huihui. She was still looking at him, and before leaving, she didn't forget to say: "The good boy will be troublesome if he doesn't talk to the bad guy."

He Huihui: "..."

She almost laughed angrily, and poohed at the good boy's back. There was a sound.

This child is really just like his father, annoying and annoying.

The good boy has been in a state of depression since he returned home. Between father and son, every slightest mood swing can be detected by each other.

Brother Zhao asked him what was wrong, but he twirled his little hands and said nothing.

The boy's eyes are round, with the ends of his eyes drooping slightly, like the eyes of a puppy, wet and pitiful.

"What's wrong? Can't you tell daddy?" Brother Zhao asked.

The good boy took his hand, held his index finger tightly, hesitated for a while, and then said the words he didn't dare to ask or mention before.

"Dad, what kind of wild species are you?"

Brother Zhao froze, and his face instantly lost all color. He felt as if someone had strangled his throat, and he murmured with red eyes, unable to answer.

The good boy buried himself in his arms: "Daddy, don't cry. Don't ask, good boy. Don't ask anymore."

Brother Zhao tried his best to calm down for a while and touched the broken hair stuck to his forehead: "Daddy doesn't know either. He said, "You can ask your father if he's okay when he comes back."

The boy looked up and said, "Can I ask my father?

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Chapter 177

Brother Zhao usually goes back to the village with Brother Zhou around four o'clock. It's cold, so he always waits for Fang Zichen to come back before going into the kitchen to cook.

Guaizi went to the store with him in the morning, and when he came back, he was busy digging for earthworms and pulling goat grass. Sometimes Liu Dali and his children would come over to help.

Fang Zichen arrived home and had been warming up for a long time. Then he saw him coming in from outside holding a bundle of torn goat grass. He couldn't help but feel ashamed.

He wanted to be lazy whenever he had free time. It was not enough to work during the day here, but when he came back, he still wanted to work whenever he had free time, and he worked hard as a mistress.

Be filial and diligent!

The goat grass was covered with rainwater. Seeing that his pockets were all wet, Fang Zichen took him over and touched him. He was relieved when he found that it was not wet inside.

The contents of duck intestines and duck kidneys are not sold in stores.

People in the town rarely eat water and pork legs because they think they are pickled, but people in the village don't dislike them.

Brother Zhao often gives some to Brother Zhou and lets him take it back to eat. After Li Yanmei's family arrived, he asked Li Yanmei if they would eat. When she nodded, he left some for them each time.

Wash the duck intestines and duck kidneys, stir-fry in hot oil, and add some perilla ingredients. Fang Zichen can cook half a plate at a time.

Duck intestines will shrink after being fried. When Zhao Geer cuts it, he will leave it as long as his index finger, which will make it easier to hold.

The good boy also likes to eat. As soon as Brother Zhao called him, he came running from the backyard. He picked up a chopstick and dropped it on the table. He picked it up, chewed it twice, and suddenly vomited. Then he blushed.

Fang Zichen didn't even react. He just thought that his intestines had not been cleaned and he had eaten shit. However, when Brother Zhao threw away his chopsticks, he rushed over and pulled out a piece of intestine from his throat.

Fang Zichen: "..."

Although the intestines are fragrant after being fried, they also get old easily. Sometimes he chews them until his cheeks are sore. When he swallows them, half of them are always stuck in his throat, usually between his teeth.

Fang Zichen burst into tears when he saw his son smashing it, and said anxiously: "Is it okay!"

"It's okay." Brother Zhao said, "Just take it out."

"You seem to be very experienced." Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao: "He used to eat wild vegetables, and he often did this."

"Smash it," Fang Zichen pulled him over, sandwiched it between his legs, and said seriously: "Be careful next time, chew your food carefully, otherwise this will happen. It's easy for Barbie to do it!"

"Good boy Xi Dao Tie."

After receiving the assurance, Fang Zichen wanted to let go of him and let him go back to eating, but the good boy climbed onto his lap, hugged his neck, and rubbed his face. .

Fang Zichen felt a little unable to bear it, and his face was burning from his rubbing. Before, Erpai was soft and looked like tofu, so tender that water would come out when he pinched it. But after winter, his face became chapped and there were small scars, as if he had been to Tibet for a while. , like plateau red, is not smooth, and the same is true on the back of the hand.

Brother Zhao bought him a box of cream oil, but after applying it, it didn't seem to have much effect.

"Father, they said that the good boy is a wild species. What is a wild species?"

Fang Zichen's face suddenly darkened: "Who said that?"

"That aunt who loves to hang out at the entrance of the village," the good boy looked up at Fang Zichen. , cautiously, but uncontrollably nervous: "Father, what kind of wild species are you?"

Brother Zhao didn't speak, looking straight at Fang Zichen, his hands hidden under the table clenched, his nails dug deep.

Fang Zichen's chest burned with fire.

For more than ten seconds, he didn't speak. The rising anger was blocked in his chest, unable to be vented, and his heart throbbed with pain.

Until half the sound, he suppressed his tone.

"When your father gave birth to you, he happened to be working in the fields. You were disobedient and rushed out. He didn't have time to go home, so he gave birth to you in the fields. Those born outside are called bastards, and those born first at home are called bastards. Call it Jia Zhong."

"..." Brother Zhao's eyes widened.

The obedient boy was breathing rapidly: "Is it true?"

He asked too obediently, with a slightly milky voice. Fang Zichen looked serious, held his face, gently rubbed his cheek with his thumb, and looked at him: "Of course! Look! The pigs raised at home are domestic pigs. They were born in the mountains and grow on their own. Are they called wild boars?"

The good boy knows what a wild boar is. It is also a pig, but it lives in In the mountains, every winter when there is no food, I like to run out of the mountains.

The same thing happened when there were sweet potatoes. It always liked to dig up the ground, and all the uncles in the village wanted to catch it and eat its flesh!

He felt that there was nothing wrong with Fang Zichen's words: "Yes, yes, that's it."

"You have to believe in father. Father is knowledgeable and has a broad vision. Everything he says is right. If you are a bastard, most of them are ignorant. Guang, illiterate, don't believe it, don't care, just treat them as farts. If anyone calls you a bastard in the future, you will say that her whole family is a bastard." Fang Zichen said: "If she still dares to scold you, you can call her back. I, my father, will help you peel off their skins."

Brother Zhao frowned: "You will teach a bad boy like this."

"How is it possible? If someone respects me, I will respect others as well. If someone offends me, I will beat him until he doesn't even recognize him. It's unreasonable for others to call us bastards. We can't call them bastards. Why are they nobler than us?" Fang Zichen tried his best to hold back his anger: "How dare you call my Fang Zichen's son a bastard? It's not a big deal if he doesn't blow up his ancestral graves. It's just a scolding. What's wrong?"

The longer they get along, the more he trusts Brother Zhao and Guaizi, and the less he can bear to hear anyone say anything bad about them.

However, no one is perfect, so no one is perfect, so no matter what he does, someone will say it. He can't control it, and if he doesn't let him hear it, everyone will be in peace. But He Huihui dared to say this in front of his son. If it was so heartbreaking, he would definitely not be able to spare her.

"Husband," Brother Zhao said hesitantly and hesitantly: "Actually..."

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Fang Zichen stood up and said, "What did you just say?"

The courage that had been plucked from his body seemed to dissipate with one breath.

Brother Zhao shook his head slightly: "Nothing." There was another knock on the door from outside, which sounded urgent.

In the village, the door is usually not closed during meals, and the courtyard door is mostly closed. No one comes to the house on weekdays, so Fang Zichen just closed it.

Brother Zhao: "Hurry up and open the door."

It was freezing outside, so Fang Zichen put down his boy, stuffed his mouth with a mouthful of duck intestines, and then rushed outside.

There was a woman outside the door. She was thickly dressed and the material of her clothes looked new. Fang Zichen didn't recognize her.

"Hello, what's up?"

The woman looked a little nervous, and for a long time, the female mosquito squawked louder than her, and Fang Zichen didn't hear what she was saying clearly.

The other party was a woman's house, so he couldn't get close to her, so he could only call Brother Zhao out.

Fang Zichen looked like a man-eating tiger and leopard. As soon as he left, the woman breathed a sigh of relief.

Brother Zhao took a look at the sky and was slightly confused: "Sister Meng, are you coming here so late?"

"It's nothing." Meng rubbed her hands and said, "I just want to ask you, have you seen me these past few days ?" Xiaofeng didn't."

Brother Zhao used to sell blood sausages. Knowing Xiaofeng's temperament, he coaxed Xiaofeng into grinding for him, and then used this as an excuse to give Xiaofeng some food. Later, he stopped making blood sausages, and he didn't see him much. It was a little windy, and sometimes he wanted to send him some food, but he had to run up the mountain to find it.

It's been cold lately and he's been busy, so he hasn't seen many people.

"Is Xiaofeng missing?"

"Yeah!" Meng's eyelids turned red when she saw him shaking his head.

"Where did this child go?" She patted her leg and said, "I have searched everywhere in the village, but I didn't see anyone."

Xiaofeng was brought here by her to remarry, and Liu Gouzi didn't treat him well. No, Xiaofeng doesn't like to hang out in the village very much. Because of his timid personality, his stuttering, and his lack of companions, he usually lives alone. If he wants to say who he knows well in the village, it's only Brother Zhao. And the good guy.

Meng searched for a while but couldn't find it. She remembered that last year the good boy came to the house to look for Xiaofeng, but was later kicked out by her boss with a broom. She also remembered that Xiaofeng had mentioned Brother Zhao to her before. Only then did I find him.

Brother Zhao frowned: "When did he disappear?"

Meng thought for a while and said: "It should have been two days,... no, it should have been three days."

Fang Zichen was picking up rice at the door of the kitchen . , after hearing this, I immediately wanted to roll my eyes.

As a child, I don't even know when he disappears. Is this person a big-hearted person or something?

If his son was hit and missing for half an hour, he would faint, let alone three days without seeing her.

Brother Zhao's eyelids twitched: "Have you ever gone to the mountain to look for it?"

Meng shook her head: "No."

It was dangerous in the mountains in winter, how could she dare to go there.

Brother Zhao understood her expression when he saw her. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone coming up the path.

It's Liu Gouzi.

"You mother-in-law, you didn't go back to wash your son's feet in the middle of the night. Instead, you wandered out here. I want to beat you."

He glanced at Brother Zhao sideways. If he were an ordinary person, he would be chatting with Meng about this. For a long time, he would have scolded her indiscriminately, but he was worried about Fang Zichen, so he didn't dare to say anything, pulled Meng away and left.

Brother Zhao listened to him cursing all the way, closed the door and entered the kitchen. He saw Fang Zichen and Guaizi sitting by the stove to warm up. After thinking about it, he still felt uneasy and called Fang Zichen.

"What did you just say?" Fang Zichen suspected that he heard wrongly: "It's late at night, do you want to go up the mountain to find ghosts?"

What's more, it's cold, so he doesn't want to go!

"Xiao Feng is gone. I suspect he is in the mountains." Brother Zhao said, "I am worried that something has happened to him. Usually when Liu Gouzi beats him, he will hide in the mountains, but never like this. He didn't go back to the village for several days in a row, and it was so cold in the winter that he didn't come back to eat. The mountains are so dangerous in winter, and I always felt uneasy. "

Meng remarried to Liu Gouzi at the beginning of the year a few years ago. At the end of the year. , and gave birth to a son to Liu Gouzi.

Liu Gouzi specialized in the work of castrating and killing pigs, and it was difficult to find a wife. When he was in his thirties, he met Widow Meng after being introduced by a matchmaker.

When he got a son at an old age, he loved him very much, and he fed the child until he was fat and white. Last year, he went to the next village to castrate pigs. Xiaofeng stayed at home to take care of his younger brother, and did not take good care of him. He fell in the yard and broke his palm. When Liu Gouzi came back, Xiaofeng had to lie down with a bruised nose and face for three whole days before he recovered.

He didn't strike carefully, Brother Zhao was afraid that he would beat Xiaofeng up again!

Chapter 178

Fang Zichen blinked and remembered Xiaofeng's reserved and thin look when he met him before. Without hesitation, he went back to the room to get a stick and picked up the good boy: "Then let's go quickly!"

It's not safe in the mountains in winter. Brother Zhao said, "Let me wait at home!"

"Ah?" Fang Zichen asked me if he could be alone at home.

Guaizi knew what happened and clenched his fists: "Guaizi is a man, Guaizi is generous, Guaizi is not afraid of ghosts, father and daddy are going to find his brother, Guaizi is here obediently."

Brother Zhao locked the door of the courtyard and mentioned Holding the small lantern that Fang Zichen bought for the good boy to play with before, he went up the mountain with him.

It gets dark very quickly in winter and is cold at night. People in the village basically just jump into bed after eating.

If it's summer, everyone will go out for a stroll, eat and chat.

There was no one outside at this time, and the fog was thick. Fang Zichen took the lantern and asked Brother Zhao to put his hands in his pockets.

The road was quiet and there were no insects anymore.

The mountain ahead was dark, Fang Zichen lowered his voice, looked serious and nervous, and said: "Brother Zhao, follow me later."

Brother Zhao was thinking about something, and asked why.

Fang Zichen's face looked a little solemn: "I heard people say that in this kind of weather, you are most likely to encounter ghosts. You... ah, stop screwing, stop screwing, I won't say anymore."

Brother Zhao was convinced by him. , and at this time, he was actually talking about such silly things.

The mountain road was slippery, and after walking for a while, his trousers were soaked by the weeds on the roadside. Fang Zichen carried Brother Zhao on his back, and under his guidance, came to a cave.

The entrance of the cave was not too big, just over one meter high. It was pitch black inside. Brother Zhao ducked in and found that Xiaofeng was not inside. The cave was empty. He had also lived here before, and there was some straw in it that had grown. It was damp, and there was a handful of wild vegetables placed on a stone. They looked still fresh, so they must have been picked in the past few days.

"No one was seen inside." Brother Zhao came out and looked around, and saw that Fang Zichen didn't reply and kept looking at the old tree opposite the entrance of the cave.

This tree looks a bit special. There is a hole in the middle of the trunk, as if it was dug specially. It is large and round, with lush branches and leaves, and no species can be seen.

"...What's wrong?" Brother Zhao's tone was hesitant and hesitant, as if he was uneasy, but also seemed to imply some kind of expectation that could not be expressed verbally.

His expression was wrong, a little pale, and Fang Zichen didn't see it clearly: "It's nothing. Did you just say that Xiaofeng wasn't in there?"

"Yeah!" Brother Zhao's voice was a little low.

"Don't worry." Fang Zichen put his arms around his shoulders: "Think carefully about where he usually goes when he comes to the mountain."

There are not many places to go or hide in the mountain, and Brother Zhao only knows this cave.

For some reason, he always felt uneasy.

"Husband, why don't we look around here again!"

"The mountains are so scary and dangerous, so late at night, he's not in the cave." Fang Zichen said, "Could he have been beaten by Liu Gouzi? No Dare you go home and hide in the village? "

After all, no other man would dare to come to the mountains at this time.

Xiaofeng was only eight years old. According to what Meng said and what he knew about him, Brother Zhao felt that Xiaofeng would never be in the village at the moment.

There is no place to hide in the village.

The only place he could stay was in the mountains.

The lantern's illumination range was limited, so Brother Zhao didn't dare to go too far away from Fang Zichen, and he didn't dare to shout too loudly for fear of attracting wild beasts from the mountains.

After searching for almost an hour, there was still no trace of Xiao Feng. It was very cold in the mountains and Fang Zichen was not well yet. Brother Zhao thought of going back and looking for him tomorrow, but he saw Fang Zichen frowning and looking down the road.

"What's wrong?"

"This grass looks like it has been crushed by something." Most weeds will wither in winter, but this one grows densely, has good growth performance, and recovers quickly. The traces of being crushed before are no longer there. It's too obvious, but if you pay a little attention, you can still see some clues.

Fang Zichen said: "I want to go down and have a look. It's too steep here. You wait for me at the top."

Brother Zhao was worried: "I'll follow you. I'm used to this place. It's okay."

The two of them went down for five seconds . Ten meters away, Brother Zhao suddenly froze when his eyes came into contact with something, and then his whole body started to tremble.

"Husband," he pointed forward and unconsciously grasped Fang Zichen's arm: "What is that?"

He was far away, and the warm yellow light from the lantern was not very clear, and he could faintly see a mass of gray.

Who was sitting there with his back to them, motionless.

Cold night, deep in the mountains...

Fang Zichen felt creepy, but he had the experience of "colliding with ghosts" and quickly calmed down.

Moreover, there are no ghosts in the world.

Don't be afraid if he is there. He is someone who has learned several tricks from Lin Zhengying.

Brother Zhao's face was pale and colorless, and cold sweat seeped from his bones to his skin.

Fang Zichen held up the lantern, squeezed the stick tightly, and bravely walked over. As he got closer, Brother Zhao opened his eyes wide, and opened his lips slightly. The hands hanging on his body began to tremble, and his body swayed a little. He covered his mouth, and his eyes Feeling sour, I just stayed there.

"...Xiaofeng!"

Fang Zichen also broke out in a cold sweat.

Xiaofeng was sitting there. He was wearing a single suit in the cold winter months. He wore it like this in October. Now it was December and the wind was biting, but he still wore it like this.

The clothes were old and worn, washed and turned white. The hems were badly frayed and the elbows were full of patches.

Looking at the color and style, it was men's clothing. It belonged to Liu Gouzi. He thought it was shabby, so he gave it to Xiaofeng.

When Xiaofeng wore it before, it looked empty, like a child stealing an adult's clothes. Now the clothes were soaked and stuck tightly to his thin and thin body.

He should have rolled down the road, and then... When

people in the village cut firewood, they always leave a long trunk, waiting for it to continue to sprout.

Moreover, when chopping firewood, the hatchet is often tilted, so the cut is sharp. After the small wind rolled down, the wooden stake was inserted into the chest.

He probably couldn't move at that time, and he kept maintaining that posture, so that people could tell what he had gone through at a glance.

The temperature has dropped sharply in the past few days, and it has rained intermittently. This place is far from the inner circle, so he left a complete body.

Ants don't come out in winter, but now, Fang Zichen saw a few ants crawling on him.

This is obviously an eight-year-old child!

Fang Zichen closed his palms tightly and let his nails dig into his palms.

You remember that when they first met, Xiaofeng was carrying a large bundle of firewood on his back, and his thin back was almost pressed to his knees. He handed Xiaofeng two eggs, and Xiaofeng stretched out his hands in fear, as if holding two precious eggs. , fragile pearl.

But those were obviously just two mediocre eggs.

He has suffered so much, suffered so much, and is still alive, but still has not had time to grow up. In this cold winter, in the cold and uninhabited mountains, a man is alone, being beaten by the winter rain and being beaten. The cold wind took away his body temperature.

Did he die directly the moment the stake was inserted into his chest, or... did he try to drag his body and crawl out to call for help?

Or maybe, after many failed attempts and he knew he couldn't move, he hoped that someone would come to save him.

Then, in the hope again and again, I fell into disappointment, fear, terror and despair again and again.

If he and Brother Zhao hadn't come, would he have stayed like this until the smell got so bad that it attracted wild beasts in the mountains and allowed the corpses to be devoured without leaving any skulls?

Then, no one knows what he went through, where he went, whether he was dead or alive.

He has disappeared between heaven and earth, but no one knows.

It almost gets more and more uncomfortable the more I think about it.

This damn imagination, thinking too much will make yourself uncomfortable.

This is a poor child. When you go back, give him some paper money to burn!

When you get down there, you won't be able to eat eggs anymore.

Fang Zichen sniffed and patted Brother Zhao's slightly shaking shoulder: "Let's take him back!"

Brother Zhao was speechless and could only make a broken tone from his throat.

Fang Zichen closed his eyes, handed the lantern to Brother Zhao, and wanted to go over and take Xiaofeng back.

Although he has gone, he cannot be left here to be attacked by wind and rain. Fang Zichen, who

still wanted to be laid to rest

, put one hand around Xiaofeng's shoulder blades and reached out to the crook of his legs with the other, trying to pick him up, but the moment he touched him, he paused.

It doesn't feel right.

Xiaofeng's body was actually still soft.

Not knowing what he thought of, he stretched out his hand and felt Xiaofeng's breath.

Brother Zhao wiped away his tears: "Husband?"

Fang Zichen's heart was beating so hard that it was almost deafening.

Brother Zhao called him again: "Husband, what's wrong?"

His breathing was very weak, and the rise and fall of his chest was not obvious, but...

"Xiao Feng is still alive."

This was simply a miracle.

The wooden stake was driven into his chest. Without knowing the depth or exact location, the injured person should not move.

But Fang Zichen couldn't care about anything else at this moment. Xiaofeng's breathing was too weak. He was afraid that he would go to town to carry the doctor back and he would be dead.

After carefully pulling out the wooden stake, Fang Zichen tore off a piece of clothing and blocked his chest, hugged him and Brother Zhao and rushed down the mountain.

Xiaofeng's situation was serious and it was useless to call the old doctor in the village. At the foot of the mountain, Brother Zhao wanted to go to town with Fang Zichen, but Fang Zichen refused.

Not to mention that Brother Zhao was all wet at this time, but he was a good boy. How could he rest assured? He was alone in

Zhao Brother and said: "Then I will go to the village chief's house to borrow an ox cart."

"No need, this road is muddy, the ox "The car can't go much faster." When he went to the market last time, Hexi delivered firewood to Zuixiaolou and gave Fang Zichen a ride. There was too much mud on the road, and the old cow walked like a snail. He was overtaken by an old man on crutches. Near the entrance of the town, the wheel got stuck in the mud, and Fang Zichen had to get down to help push it.

...

It was cold and deep in the night, and he couldn't stand still. He was really freezing. The veteran was shivering and wanted to find a place to drink a few sips of soju to warm himself up. Someone called him anxiously under the city gate.

"Uncle, open the door quickly."

He stretched out his head: "Dad? Why is it you again!"

He asked the two recruits to continue guarding and ran down by himself. Xiaofeng was wrapped up in clothes by Fang Zichen, and his face could not be seen clearly, but Judging from the body shape and length, he should be a child. Seeing Fang Zichen holding a child in his arms in the middle of the night, the veteran was shocked.

"What's going on? Dad, you can't do those immoral things like abducting and selling children! If you have any difficulties at home, just tell me, although I..."

Fang Zichen interrupted him impatiently: "This The child is injured. I need to find a doctor."

"Huh?" The veteran responded very quickly. He had experience: "I know this. Come with me."

There was another knock on the door, and it was him again who opened the door: "Is your father dying again?"

Chapter 179

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen was speechless after hearing this.

He ran for more than 20 minutes, his face was not red and he was out of breath. He couldn't do it anymore.

Dr. Xu was called out again. He didn't check Xiaofeng's pulse. He only took a cursory glance and saw that his lips were colorless, his skin was bluish, and his face was swollen. His brows furrowed deeply.

"This child..."

Fang Zichen's heart skipped a beat: "Doctor, please save him."

"What does he have to do with you?" Doctor Xu asked.

"Ah?" Fang Zichen didn't understand why he asked, but he replied honestly: "It doesn't matter, we are from the same village."

"What about his parents?" The old doctor waited for him to put Xiaofeng on the bed before putting him on the bed. The clothes on Xiaofeng's chest were cut open, and the area around his wounds was white from the rain. Some of them had been eaten by ants, like rotten meat: "His condition is very dangerous. The air is coming in less and coming out more. He won't be able to hold on for long. He has to die."

Fang Zichen said, "Hurry up and hang him!"

Dr. Xu looked at him coolly: "Do you know what to use?"

Fang Zichen felt that his fists were itching.

Is now the time to ask this?

If he knew, why would he go to a medical clinic?

Seeing that Fang Zichen seemed impatient, Dr. Xu continued: "In our medical clinic, we mostly use ginseng to kill people, but this stuff is not cheap. If it were an ordinary medicine, I would not hesitate to give it to him directly, but this ginseng, I But I can't make the decision, and I have to make it clear to you in advance that this ginseng is not a magic medicine that can bring the dead back to life. It can only kill the child and allow the child to last a little longer and regain some energy. Nothing else can be guaranteed. Can you? Understood."

The old soldier tugged on Fang Zichen's sleeve and said softly: "The young master behind Jishi Hall is Yan Yuan's wife, and Dr. Xu was just invited from outside.

" Most of them give discounts, and the minimum is one or two copper coins, but for this ginseng, it is possible to have as little as a hundred taels, or as much as a thousand taels.

Who can afford it?

Most of them are eaten by wealthy people.

This child has nothing to do with Fang Zichen. You can tell by his clothes that he belongs to a poor family, so that's it. He still has some large and small bruises on his chest, some are lighter, and some are darker. Come to think of it, Not only was he not favored at home, but he was also beaten less often, so Dr. Xu had to make it clear.

"Give it to him." He knew that this was like a bet. If he won, Xiaofeng could go back with him. If he lost, Xiaofeng would have to stay here for the rest of his life, and he would still be ruined. When the two were empty, Fang Zichen barely hesitated and held on to the glimmer of hope: "It's important to save people!"

Seeing his bold words, Doctor Xu stretched out his hand: "Where is the money?"

Fang Zichen choked and his face became redder and redr: "... ···Not now, hey, you old man, look at what I'm doing, I came out in a hurry, I just didn't bring it with me, you're still afraid that I won't give it to you! The Jia family and the Zhang family just paid me 600 taels last time, I'm here now There is plenty of money."

Doctor Xu testified in court that day. He knew about this and immediately said: "The store just bought a 300-year-old ginseng plant from other places last month, which is worth just 600 taels, so I will give it to this child. Use this!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen was shocked. These words felt like cutting out his flesh and drinking his blood. He opened his mouth. Doctor Xu said first: "The older the time, the better the effect. Okay."

Fang Zichen's heart was bleeding, and he almost gritted his teeth. Thinking of the Ganoderma lucidum, his heart softened: "Use it, use it."

The veteran was immediately in awe.

His father is really kind-hearted and generous!

Six hundred taels, so much money, you can use it without blinking an eye.

Doctor Xu cut a piece of ginseng and stuffed it into Xiaofeng's mouth. He cut some more and asked the medicine boy to boil it.

The wound was somewhat infected, so Dr. Xu did a simple treatment and cut it off with a burned thin knife. Xiaofeng didn't react at all, as if he couldn't feel the pain and completely lost consciousness.

The veteran went to rest outside with Fang Zichen. When he saw that he was only wearing two thin clothes and was still wet, he immediately went to the backyard to get a brazier with the child.

"Dad, take off your clothes and bake them first! Otherwise you'll catch a cold."

Fang Zichen glanced at him: "You are really addicted to calling me daddy, don't you think I took advantage of you?"

The veteran scratched his head and laughed, then continued He took the clothes Fang Zichen handed over and put them on the fire for him to bake.

A few months ago, the prison bully escaped, snatched the horse and ran amok on the street. The veteran led the people to arrest him. Unfortunately, the prison bully had practiced and kicked him directly in the face, kicking him several meters away. In front of the crowd, he felt a little embarrassed. Seeing that the horses had injured many people, the officers and soldiers who stepped forward to stop him were beaten with sticks by the prison bully and could not get closer.

Only when West Street is congested can they catch up. If they leave West Street, it will be even more difficult for two legs to outrun four legs.

Seeing that the prison bully was about to beat his horse and leave West Street, the old soldier shouted in desperation: "Whoever can take down that man, I will call him daddy."

It would be great if the officers and soldiers on duty in the Yamen could be called daddy. It's a very honorable thing.

But no one came forward.

The prison bully had a scar on the right side of his face. He had a ferocious face, a ferocious look, and a strong back. He didn't know if he had killed anyone before and had blood on his body. He was full of murderous intent.

If he didn't take him back, he might have to go back to the village to farm tomorrow.

The veteran thought that with a lot of money, there would be a brave man. So he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you another three taels of silver."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a young man flying out from the alley next to him. He caught up with him in two or two steps, jumped behind Ma Chixing, and headed towards the prison. Ba swept his leg.

The prison bully was kicked off his horse, got up and struck Fang Zichen with a stick. Fang Zichen grabbed the oncoming stick with one hand and kicked the prison bully in the stomach.

The action is extremely cruel.

As long as the young man's spirit is there, he will be a strong player wherever he goes.

After subduing the prison bully and dragging him to the veteran, Fang Zichen reached out to the veteran and said, "Give me money!"

As a yamen errand, apart from being decent, his monthly salary was not very high. The veteran said, "How about I call you dad?" ? "

How can Fang Zichen be willing to do this?

When there was chaos on the street, he immediately carried a few old men running stalls and hid in the alley. If he hadn't heard that there was three taels of silver, would he have taken action?

That certainly can't be the case!

Now he has an old man and a young man, but unfortunately his life is tight.

He bluntly said that he wanted three taels of silver, but the veteran didn't want to give it, so he kept pestering him.

A mouthful of spit and a nail, the veteran has no choice but to give it.

This is a matter of eliminating harm for the people. Two recruits wanted to stop Fang Zichen based on their status. Fang Zichen stuffed the money into his pocket and said warily: "What are you doing? You want to steal my money? Oh, what are you looking at? I'm unhappy? You can hit me if you want to, but the prerequisite is that you are not afraid of my brother Lao Wang. Let me tell you, Lao Wang's nerves are not as simple as eating shit. "

Lao Wang happened to bring someone here. Support, after hearing this, he directly chased Fang Zichen to fight.

Seeing that the other party recognized the adults in the yamen, Xiao Bing immediately became speechless.

Fang Zichen took action because of the money. He originally thought that the other party was a money-hungry man. But after this encounter, the veteran's view of Fang Zichen changed a lot.

Xiaofeng was seriously injured, and he was given medicine and injected with needles. Doctor Xu was busy all night, until early in the morning, and then told Fang Zichen that he had done everything he could and should do. It depends on whether the child can survive it. His creation.

Fang Zichen didn't dare to leave even half a step, and would check him every few minutes to see if he was still breathing.

Dr. Xu simply squinted for a while and went to sit in for a consultation again. There were no guests at this time, so he asked the medicine boy to call Fang Zichen.

"Hand out your hand. I'm going to take your pulse and see how you are doing."

Fang Zichen felt that he was doing nothing but being sleepy, but he still stretched out his hand.

After a while, Dr. Xu frowned and asked seriously: "You had sex with your husband?"

Fang Zichen choked his neck: "What? I broke the law when I had sex with my husband?"

"Why are you so tolerant ? No!" Dr. Xu scolded: "Didn't I tell you last time that you are empty inside and not suitable for sex? Why didn't you listen? "

What does it mean to be empty inside?"

Fang Zichen didn't like hearing this: "Old man, you didn't say anything about this last time!"

Dr. Xu asked doubtfully: "Didn't I say it?"

"I didn't say it. I would cherish my life the most. If you did, It's impossible for me to do it," Fang Zichen said.

Although Dr. Xu has good medical skills, he is old and always makes mistakes on minor issues.

The little medicine boy leaned in his ear: "Master, you really didn't explain this matter last time." Doctor

Xu coughed and looked at Fang Zichen: "I was thinking that you had suffered such a hardship, and I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to do that ." My thoughts are with your husband in the flowers and willows, so I haven't told you yet." Fang Zichen said

, "Why don't I have any thoughts?" He is very mentally strong. Even if the sky falls, he can still eat a bun before dying.

This little thing doesn't matter. If this disease cannot be cured, I am afraid that I will have no children or grandchildren in this life. There are three types of unfilial piety, and the worst is not having children. If an ordinary man is involved in this matter, he is afraid that he will not be able to eat or sleep well.

Doctor Xu looked at him, as if he was trying to Something could be seen on his face, but Fang Zichen couldn't see anything except an angry look. Doctor Xu asked: "Don't you feel depressed? Uncomfortable?"

"No."

Fang Zichen said: " Just tell me what's going on with me now."

"You have weak vitality, cold essence, tiredness of the seven emotions, damage to the yang energy, and excessive dampness and heat, causing the zong muscles to relax, and the Yang Ming Chong pulse to be damaged. "As for the kidney..."

Fang Zichen's forehead was throbbing with veins: "Speaking like a human being."

Doctor Xu said bluntly: "Even the medicine you took before was in vain."

Fang Zichen patted the table and waited for Doctor Xu. Depressedly: "It's all your fault."

"It's okay," Dr. Xu coughed, "I can just prescribe some more medicine for you."

"But what can I do? The medicine is so bitter, and I have suffered in vain? Can't you boil the medicine? "Remove the firewood? The candied fruits I eat after drinking the medicine don't cost money?" Dr. Xu also felt guilty: "What do you think we should do?"

Chapter 180

"Give me half a month's worth of medicine for free." Fang Zichen said.

Doctor Xu: "..."

This person is here just for the money.

The medicine that Fang Zichen took was not cheap. Half a month's worth of medicine cost at least four to five taels of silver.

But seeing the other person's expression that if you don't agree, I want you to look good and put a sack on you at night, Doctor Xu had no choice but to agree.

As soon as the city gate opened, Brother Zhao went to Jishi Hall with Guaizi on his back. He didn't know which medical clinic Fang Zichen would go to, but Jishi Hall was close to the city gate. Xiaofeng's situation at that time, he probably wouldn't go too far. Far.

Following the medicine boy into the backyard, he saw Fang Zichen squatting at the door with a bun in his left hand and a bun in his right hand, eating deliciously.

"Husband."

Fang Zichen stood up: "Oh, why are you here so early? Have you had breakfast?"

Brother Zhao shook his head. He was worried about Xiaofeng. He didn't sleep well last night. He got up early today. Where? There are thoughts.

The boy's hair was a mess. He hadn't seen Fang Zichen all night, so he missed him.

"Father, hug~"

Fang Zichen took the boy and handed him the bun, and gave the other to Brother Zhao.

He took two bites of this bun, and the good boy didn't mind, just holding it in his hands and started chewing it.

Brother Zhao looked into the room: "How is Xiaofeng?"

Fang Zichen stroked the boy's hair and said, "I don't know, he's unconscious!"

"Husband," Brother Zhao looked at him, frowning slightly. Twist: "What's wrong with you?"

Fang Zichen looked at the sky and the ground: "It's nothing!"

Brother Zhao took a breath, as if he was biting his back molars: "Then why don't you dare to look at me?"

Fang Zichen hugged Guaibai Zai's hand tightened, he couldn't avoid this matter, and Man couldn't be satisfied with it. He took a careful look at Brother Zhao and said the matter.

He spent six hundred taels in one go, and later on he had to change the dressing, take the medicine, and spend a large sum of money. When Brother Zhao heard this, he couldn't react.

But this money should be spent.

If the money is gone, you can still make money, but if the people are gone, it is gone.

He had not touched these six hundred taels before. He always felt that this was Fang Zichen's 'suffering money', and he always had a knot in his heart. The banknote seemed to remind him all the time what Fang Zichen had gone through.

He wanted to spend it, but there was nothing he wanted to buy at home. He was used to being poor, and he was reluctant to buy anything too expensive, so in the end he could only hide it.

But after all, it was only six hundred taels of silver. He once knelt down and kowtowed to others for a few pennies. He saved only a few dozen pennies for several years. Now, such a large sum of money can be spent in less than a day. It's not that he doesn't feel distressed or uncomfortable when Quanhua goes out, but he wouldn't want to change anyone else, but Xiaofeng once helped him.

When Guaizi was a few months old, he fell ill. He went to chop wood and change medicine. Xiaofeng helped him take care of Guaizi. Later, they got to know each other. Whenever Xiaofeng found some food, he would always give it to Guaizi.

It is not easy to find food in the mountains. There are often couples and couples coming from the outside. Everything that is edible is stripped clean. The food is all found by Xiaofeng in the inner area.

To put it bluntly, it is not an exaggeration to say that he paid for it with his life.

But even so, he didn't even blink when he gave it to the good boy and himself.

When people are in the most difficult and painful times, those who can lend a helping hand without expecting anything in return are the most valuable.

Although he has survived now, Xiaofeng helped him before, and he will never forget this kindness.

If he didn't have money and had no other options, he would just forget it. But now he clearly had money in his hand. If he didn't save it, he would just watch helplessly and he wouldn't be able to get over the hurdle in his heart.

The good boy was in tears. He lay on the bedside and gently hooked Xiaofeng's finger. Seeing that Xiaofeng's face was pale and unresponsive, he still closed his eyes tightly and lay quietly, ignoring him. He burst into tears instantly. Then it fell down.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Brother Xiaofeng, is this a Simo bird? Is it a happy one?" After he asked, he sniffed and took another bite of the bun.

Fang Zichen was stunned.

He couldn't understand whether he was feeling sad or not at the moment.

If you say you are not sad, his tears will fall again. If you say he is sad, he still has the heart to eat steamed buns.

However, Fang Zichen felt relieved again when he thought that he could still eat a sweet potato as big as his arm when his head got stuck at Liu's house.

"Father." The good boy stretched his neck and swallowed the buns, crying: "The good boy doesn't want his brother to be happy, the good boy wants his brother."

"Your brother Xiaofeng is not dead yet." Fang Zichen sighed and touched his head. , said: "But I can see quickly."

Brother Zhao immediately punched him: "Why do you talk nonsense, it's unlucky."

Fang Zichen said in a low voice: "I think that's what happened. Well! I don't want to say that, but he looks like he's about to die, and I feel sorry for him. "

It would be better if Xiaofeng was stronger, but his body doesn't look very healthy. .

Fang Zichen had lived a wealthy life before, as a second-generation ancestor, and had never been short of money. Therefore, he had no idea about money and did not realize that money was an important thing. Until he came to Xiaohe Village, he was hungry, ate wild vegetables, and carried It took almost a month of sandbagging to gain a clear understanding of money.

Money is not everything, but without money nothing is impossible.

For three taels of silver, he faced the gangsters and bought a steamed bun. He compared the size of the three stores and wanted to bargain with the boss for half the sky-high price. He deducted it like this, but with blood and tears, he finally got the 600 taels of silver without blinking an eye. I took it out, not because I felt sorry for the child.

He also wanted Xiaofeng to get better.

But that's the fact. He just told the truth. Even after he finished speaking, he still felt that he really shouldn't say these words at this time and in this situation.

He made several beeping noises.

Brother Zhao saw that his eyes were red with bloodshot eyes after staying up late. He thought that this man had not slept all night.

He asked Fang Zichen to take a nap for a while. He stared at Xiaofeng and saw that Fang Zichen was sleeping at the end of the bed. Then he came out, gave a few copper coins, and asked the little medicine boy to help him go to Zuixiaolou to ask for leave and stop by the shop. Li talked to Brother Zhou and asked him if he still had a thin quilt and wanted to borrow one.

Fang Zichen fell into a deep sleep, and Guaizi kept holding Xiaofeng's hand and looking at him intently.

The breeze didn't get better during the day, but it suddenly started to get hot in the evening.

Brother Zhao called Dr. Xu. After checking his pulse, Dr. Xu shook his head slightly and said that he might not be able to survive.

With this kind of injury, the patient will develop fever during treatment.

Most people get through it and are fine.

But there are usually a small number of people who don't make it through.

Xiaofeng has weak bones and weak resistance. Although he drank ginseng soup, his body was exhausted for too long and his wounds were heavy. They were not delivered in time. He stayed in the cold wind and night for so long and contracted cold syndrome. Can he By this time, Dr. Xu was already a little surprised.

Fang Zichen was woken up by the cries of the good boy.

He didn't sleep enough, and his head hurt like it was about to split.

"What's wrong?" He reluctantly opened his eyes, his temples were twitching, his vision was blurry and covered with a layer of red like blood mist.

The good boy threw himself into his arms, wrinkled his shirt with both hands, and cried very sadly.

He was used to crying silently, so he sobbed quietly only when he was extremely sad.

Fang Zichen was in a trance, forgetting that he was still in the hospital. He just thought that his son was being bullied again, and immediately stood up aggressively.

"Husband, what should I do?" Brother Zhao suddenly spoke, regaining some of his consciousness.

oh!

This is a medical clinic.

Brother Zhao's eyes were filled with panic and fear.

Fang Zichen immediately said: "What's wrong?"

Brother Zhao said intermittently: "Xiaofeng has a fever. Doctor Xu said that we should take him back."

The fever is mostly due to wound infection.

Brother Zhao asked Doctor Xu for help, but when he saw that he was unwilling to give up even if he saw the Yellow River, Doctor Xu was helpless, so he still prescribed medicine to remove the fever and asked the medicine boy to boil it and give it to Xiaofeng.

After half an hour, there was no improvement, so I asked them to take the person back.

Fang Zichen probed Xiaofeng's forehead. It was indeed very hot, almost to the point of being hot to the touch. He stared at Xiaofeng with complicated eyes.

At first he was afraid that people would get cold, but now that they are hot, he is still afraid.

Brother Zhao wiped his tears and said he was going out to find a bullock cart, but Fang Zichen stopped him.

"I think he can still be rescued. Go buy some soju."

Brother Zhao didn't know what he was going to do, but he was always obedient, so he ran to buy it immediately.

After buying the soju, Fang Zichen didn't dare to delay. He borrowed a towel from the medicine boy, dipped it in the wine, and wiped Xiaofeng's armpits and groin.

He didn't know how to do this kind of work before. After bathing the good boy several times, he has already gained experience.

Doctor Xu saw him tossing around like washing clothes. He had brought the person, so he let him go.

There was not enough soju, so Brother Zhao went out and bought two more pots.

Fang Zichen wiped Xiao Feng every few minutes. Near evening, Brother Zhou came.

"Is Xiaofeng okay?"

"The fever has gone down a bit now." Brother Zhao said, a little tired and happy: "You go back later and tell Sister Meng so that she won't worry."

Brother Zhou sneered . There was a sound.

Fang Zichen happened to lift the quilt and was about to wipe Xiaofeng's body again. Brother Zhou saw the hideous wound on Xiaofeng's chest, the distinct ribs and the bruises all over, and said sarcastically: "Do you think she will?" Are you worried? This morning, I saw her taking the village chief's car to go to the market. "

During the lunch break, he came here worriedly. After hearing what Brother Zhao said about Xiaofeng, he felt worried for a long time after he returned. Unable to calm down.

He thought about it all afternoon and couldn't figure out what Meng was thinking. Xiaofeng was the flesh that fell off her body after she was ten months pregnant. Why was she still thinking about going to the market when the baby was gone?

Brother Zhao frowned, and Brother Zhou continued: "I passed by her house before and saw Liu Gouzi beating Xiaofeng with a wooden stick. She just stood aside and didn't even say a word to stop her. Are you still worried about her? " I think too much."

"No matter what, we have to say it." Brother Zhao said, "Xiaofeng is her son after all. It's our fault if we don't say it."

Brother Zhou also knows this. "Okay! Aren't you going back later?"

"Not going back," Brother Zhao said, "With Xiaofeng's situation, I won't worry if I go back."

There is only one bed in this room, and Brother Zhao and The two adults, Fang Zichen, could just lie down and squint for a while. Xiaofeng was seriously injured, so the good boy couldn't squeeze in with him, so Brother Zhao asked him to help bring the good boy back and take care of him for the night.