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Chapter 181

Guaizai didn't want to go back, but he also knew that he couldn't help much by staying. He held Brother Zhou's hand and said, "Dad, Guaizai will come to see you tomorrow. Guaizai will listen to Uncle Zhou's words. Don't worry. Brother Zhao

gently stroked his big head: "Well! Our good boy is the most obedient, dad, don't worry."

The good boy ran into the room, lay down by the bed, and told Xiaofeng that he was going back. We can only visit him tomorrow and let him be well. He doesn't mind if Xiaofeng doesn't respond. At noon, he just talks like a little old man and chats with Xiaofeng all afternoon.

After saying goodbye to Xiaofeng, he went to visit Fang Zichen again and asked for three kisses before he went back with Brother Zhou satisfied.

At the third watch, Xiaofeng's fever finally subsided, but he was still awake.

Fang Zichen stared at him for another half an hour, and when he saw that he didn't turn over, he asked Brother Zhao to rest.

Brother Zhao lay down for an hour, then got up again, and the two of them took turns guarding him.

The next day Brother Zhou came and saw Fang Zichen sitting on the door railing without any image, his hair was messy.

Brother Zhou spoke to him, but he didn't respond. Brother Zhou could only look at Brother Zhao, asking him what was wrong.

Brother Zhao said: "It's okay, he will be like this if he doesn't get enough sleep." He is used to it.

"Father, are you Simo Bird?" The good boy squeezed into his arms and looked up at him.

Fang Zichen just said: "Sleepy."

The good boy thought it was because he was away yesterday and Fang Zichen couldn't hold him, so he couldn't fall asleep. His little brows immediately wrinkled, he hugged his waist, and put his face on his chest: " Then hurry up and put me to sleep. Only when you sleep can you have energy. "

Fang Zichen"...

Dr. Xu got up in the morning and came over to check. He was surprised to see that Xiaofeng was still breathing and his fever was gone. Checking his pulse was a miracle.

He asked Fang Zichen what he did, but Fang Zichen didn't bother him. He only raised his eyelashes slightly, glanced at him in confusion, and fell asleep at the end of the bed again.

There were obvious sleep marks on his face, his brows were furrowed and his eyebrows were raised. Those two lips that looked very affectionate were pursed tightly, and the eyes looking over were slightly red.

Like a soul-stirring monster.

Doctor Xu was stunned by him, and when he saw Brother Zhao patting his back soothingly and whispering in his ear to coax him, he couldn't help but shake his head.

He felt that Fang Zichen was outstanding before, but at this moment, his senses were clearer and more straightforward.

For a young man with such an appearance, no wonder this guy is like that.

Doctor Xu went to check on his own and saw that Xiaofeng's wound was only covered with a light layer of medicinal powder. The medicine he applied yesterday had been washed away.

The medicine boy helped carry the water yesterday, took a look at it, and then talked to Dr. Xu.

The medicine was applied thickly, and the wound inside was not ventilated, so it would be easy for pus to become infected. Moreover, Doctor Xu did not disinfect the wound at all when treating it.

Although it is great for the ancients to see, hear and ask everything, there are some things that they are not very clear about.

Therefore, in ancient times, most of these penetrating injuries required lying on the bed.

Brother Zhou brought the message to Meng, but after staying in the town for three days, she still didn't come.

Xiaofeng had woken up, but he couldn't move yet. After what he had been through, it was the time when he needed someone to comfort and accompany him the most, but Meng didn't come and didn't ask anyone to say a word. Xiaofeng would still look towards the door at first. , with eager eyes, although he didn't say anything, everyone could see the expectation in his eyes.

It wasn't until the next night that he seemed to realize it, with tears streaming down his pale face.

After Fang Zichen woke up, he went back to work, leaving only Brother Zhao to take care of him.

"Your mother may be busy, so..." Brother Zhao tried his best to comfort him, but in the middle of his words, he stopped talking.

This is too pale and weak.

What can you do in winter?

No matter how busy you are, after three or two days, you still can't spare half the time? This is his own son, what could be more important than this?

Meng is really too cruel.

At this moment, any amount of comfort would seem unnecessary. Brother Zhao sighed. He didn't know what to say, so he could only tuck him in and sit aside to accompany him silently.

It's cold in winter, and Xiaofeng's condition makes it really unsuitable to touch the water. He wiped his face and went to bed two nights ago. This day, Brother Zhao heated up the water and wanted to wait for Fang Zichen to come over and wipe Xiaofeng's body.

It's not that he can't do it, but Xiaofeng is eight years old and a young man, so he should avoid suspicion.

Xiaofeng couldn't move. When Guaizi was away, he just stared at the roof.

The door creaked open as someone pushed it open.

Xiaofeng looked sideways and saw Fang Zichen coming in with water.

"Fang, Uncle Fang."

"Yeah!" Fang Zichen responded. In fact, he wanted Xiaofeng to call him brother. Calling him uncle always felt a bit old, but if he called him brother or uncle Zhao, then he would be better than Zhao. My brother is a generation shorter.

He hooked the stool next to the bed with his feet and placed the basin on it.

Xiaofeng didn't think much, thinking that he was going to wipe her face, so she closed her eyes obediently.

There was a sudden lightness on the body, and the quilt was lifted. Even though the door was closed, there was still a bit of cold wind pouring in from the crack in the door.

Suddenly exposed to the cold wind, Xiaofeng shivered and immediately opened his eyes. Seeing Fang Zichen's green hands reaching to his chest to untie his clothes, he immediately pulled the quilt to cover himself in a panic.

Fang Zichen paused and raised the corners of his lips: "Hey! You are still shy!"

Xiaofeng breathed messily and did not speak.

"I don't know how many times I've rubbed you before, why are you so shy?" Fang Zichen went to pull the quilt, but found that it couldn't be pulled.

Xiaofeng hid under the quilt and said, "No, don't wash it."

"If you don't wash it, you'll get bugs." Fang Zichen said, "You smell of soju all over your body. It's been two days since you smelled it, and you haven't felt sick yet!

" Feng's face turned red.

Liu Gouzi loves to drink, but alcohol is expensive, so he buys low-priced ones. Although this kind of wine doesn't taste very good, it has a strong flavor, with a paste smell in the aroma.

When he was drunk, he liked to take it out on Xiaofeng. Xiaofeng was often raped and beaten amidst the foul smell of alcohol in the room. Day after day, as time went by, Xiaofeng began to have a shadow of this smell. As soon as he could smell the alcohol, he couldn't help but think of the rough things that had happened to him. His body would tingle physiologically, and his stomach would convulse.

He wanted to ask Brother Zhao to help him wipe his body, but he thought that he was already troublesome enough, so he was too embarrassed to speak.

He covered his chin with the quilt, only exposing his eyes: "Yes, I want Uncle Zhao, wash it." After saying that, he covered himself completely again.

The bed moved a little, and the sides sank a little.

"It's a beautiful idea." Fang Zichen calmly sat on the bedside: "My Third Young Master Fang personally went to the battle to wipe people's bodies. This is something that many people can't ask for. Now you are lucky in your third life. You should have been helped in your previous life. The old man is crossing the road. Don't be too obedient to get an advantage. Hurry up. I've finished wiping it for you. I'm still rushing to eat!"

This is true. It's rare to get such service from him in this life! few.

Before he came here, in order not to go to the army for training, when he was trying to coax his grandmother, he brought her foot-washing water once, just once, but the old lady was so happy that she hugged him and kept calling her "darling" , his grandfather brought someone back and wanted to take him back, but the old lady simply refused.

Grandpa said that he shouldn't be pampered too much. If he doesn't educate him well, he will definitely become a scum of society in the future. There won't even be enough prison for him to stay in.

Grandma refused to listen to the bastard chanting sutras and protected him behind her, saying that he was filial. He had been lively and cheerful since he was a child, sensible and filial. How could he be that kind of person? She wanted to take the child away unless he stepped over her.

Grandpa was helpless and just wanted to wait for her to go to sleep at night and then secretly tie Fang Zichen back. As a result, just after dinner in the evening, Fang Zichen brought a box of medicine patches.

When grandpa got older, he had cold legs, which hurt when the weather changed. Fang Zichen noticed that the weather was not right, so he came to beat his legs after dinner, and then applied ointment to him.

Grandpa asked where the ointment came from, and Fang Zichen said he bought it.

"Is it expensive?" Grandpa asked.

"It's not expensive, just over 400 yuan a piece." Fang Zichen said.

Because of the second brother's incident, he and his eldest brother suffered a huge disaster. All their bank cards were stopped, which cost them two thousand yuan a month. The old man knew this.

"Then where did you get the money to buy it?"

He lowered his head and said in a low voice: "I saved it."

When grandpa heard this, he was immediately moved.

There are more than a dozen pictures in this box, which cost thousands of dollars. He doesn't care about this amount of money, but in order to save this money, the children must not eat well.

How filial!

Forget it, the disciplines in the army are strict and the training is tough. If you don't want to go, just go!

Fang Zichen squeezed his leg, and when he saw that he seemed to be relenting, he said at the right time: "Grandpa's leg hurts. I feel uncomfortable. I just want to make grandpa feel better. I don't know if this patch is any good."

"You are thoughtful. Grandpa touched his head. Seeing that there was no one around, he secretly stuffed a card into him: "Take it, there are more than three hundred thousand yuan in it, a little money, take it and spend it as you like. It is the time when you are growing up, so you need to eat more." Well, since you don't want to go to the army, then I'll ask someone to sign you up for a class. The coach there used to be from my army. You can learn it when you have time. A man must know some moves, otherwise he will be like the one above. The first time I did that, I arrested you a few times. Where did you ask grandpa to find it?"

Fang Zichen was satisfied and went directly to Taobao that night and gave it a good review.

Thanks to the good reviews, I spent 300 yuan and got 2 yuan back, so I made a profit!

Grandma and grandma don't have top-notch services like him, and neither does Brother Zhao, only Guaizi and Xiaofeng.

When he gave the boy a bath, the boy didn't know how happy he was. The damn boy was still unwilling. He was so blessed that he didn't know how lucky he was.

Xiaofeng grabbed the corner of the quilt: "No, no, yes, I want Uncle Zhao."

"What do you want, Uncle Zhao? Uncle Fang doesn't love you? You are a little man now. Let a brother wipe your ass and look at your penis. Chicken, are you embarrassed?" Fang Zichen leaned over and lifted the quilt from the side without talking to him: "Don't move, be good, uncle will check your body."

Xiaofeng couldn't resist, because he was afraid of pulling . When he saw the wound, he didn't dare to make any big movements. Seeing that the quilt was lifted, he tried to pull it, but Fang Zichen rolled it up into a ball and pushed it to the end of the bed.

There is a brazier in the house, so it's not too cold.

Brother Zhao bought Xiaofeng an undershirt, which was quite loose. Xiaofeng held it tightly with tears in her eyes, like a good woman who was about to be forced by villains.

Chapter 182

Fang Zichen laughed and pulled off his clothes without much effort. Seeing that his neck was looking up and seemed to be bleeding from embarrassment, he gently patted his butt.

Xiaofeng's body suddenly tensed up, he curled up his toes and suppressed his breath. He wanted to shrink back but was held firmly by Fang Zichen. His eyes were filled with mist. He raised his left arm to cover his eyes. It seemed that he was too embarrassed to see anyone anymore. It's so cute, it seems that if he can't see Fang Zichen, Fang Zichen can't see him either.

He was like a fish on the chopping board, motionless and red all over, letting Fang Zichen slaughter him.

The towel was wrung out and Fang Zichen mopped the floor, directly from the base of his legs to the soles of his feet.

"Wash brush brush brush, wash brush brush ~"

Xiaofeng: "..."

"Don't tighten so tight, don't be nervous, brother's service technology is first -class."

Xiaofeng did not speak out, just felt that he felt that he felt that he felt like His face was burning, and the blood was rushing to the top of his head, almost smoking.

Seeing that he didn't dare to breathe anymore, Fang Zichen comforted him: "Don't be ashamed! We are all men, what are you afraid of? I have everything you have, and mine are bigger than yours! But~" He twisted up He raised his eyebrows, his gaze was like substance, and asked doubtfully: "You are eight years old this year, why is your penis so small? Is it stunted?"

Xiaofeng's penis is really cute and small, like dried lentils, just like a good boy's. There is no difference.

Xiaofeng whimpered and cried directly.

To a man, these words were not very hurtful, but they were extremely insulting. Fang Zichen was shocked: "Oh, don't cry, don't cry, your illness is not cured yet."

The more he coaxed, the more Xiaofeng cried . The more powerful it is.

Brother Zhao heard the noise and asked what was wrong outside the door. Fang Zichen panicked for a moment, gritted his teeth, approached Xiaofeng, and whispered: "Stop crying, I will give you the bullwhip when you go back, okay? Eat it." The bullwhip will get bigger. Stop crying. If you cry again, your uncle Zhao will hit me again later."

Brother Zhao knocked on the door outside, Xiaofeng choked: "No, I won't eat cows, bullwhip. " ."

Fang Zichen would still be happy if he didn't eat it.

Due to the farming and weaving tradition, cattle, as an important agricultural tool, are not allowed to be slaughtered at will.

Mostly, when it gets old, farmers will hand it over to the slaughtering place designated by the government for slaughter.

Cows generally live for about 20 to 30 years. In addition, their numbers are rare. In Xiaohe Village, among the dozens of households in the village, only the village chief has one cow, so the bullwhip is very precious.

Mr. Wu gave him one as a gift. It smelled so bad that he couldn't stop talking just looking at Fang Zichen. He wanted to resell it, so he asked shopkeeper Yang, "Good guy, a bullwhip can be sold for eight or ninety taels of silver. Hurry up and catch up." A little calf.

I got busy later, and the bullwhip is still at home.

Xiaofeng didn't eat it, so he saved several taels!

"Then don't cry."

Xiaofeng sniffed: "I, I want to cover myself with the quilt."

"Govern me!"

Fang Zichen wiped him and came out. Brother Zhao glared at him: "What are you doing again? Made him cry? "

What do you mean?

Fang Zichen felt guilty and extremely wronged: "This kid is too thin-skinned. If you say a few words, he will be so embarrassed that he wants to cry. He can't blame me!"

Xiaofeng is indeed a bit shy. He has been a loner before. In addition, I have a lot of work and I don't communicate much with others, so I am a bit introverted.

"It's okay." Brother Zhao took the basin in his hand: "When he gets along with you for a long time, he will learn to be thick-skinned."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen glanced left and right, and now the little medicine boy He was busy at the front and there was no one in the yard. He patted Brother Zhao's buttocks. It was chubby and felt good to the touch: "I know how to talk nonsense."

Brother Zhao's face turned white and white.

...

After staying in the hospital for another three days, Dr. Xu checked Xiaofeng. Seeing that his wound was better and he could move, he asked Brother Zhao to take him back.

He couldn't go back. He was really afraid of Fang Zichen. He asked him for red dates every day. If he didn't give them, he would call him a quack. This thing was not expensive, but if he caught it every day, it would cost him a lot of money.

After staying in the hospital for a few days, there were a lot of clothes and quilts. Brother Zhao packed his things and thought that Xiaofeng's body was not in good condition. He went out to find the bullock cart. When he came back, he wanted to help Xiaofeng out, but when he got to the room, No one was seen.

The little medicine boy came over: "I saw him going out just now, and I thought he was looking for you."

Brother Zhao hurriedly thanked him and turned around to go out to look for him.

Xiaofeng was not feeling well, so he picked up a wooden stick in the kitchen to use as a crutch. He originally wanted to leave, but after walking not far, he stood on the street helpless and confused.

At the intersection here, he didn't know where to go.

Meng had never brought him to town. He had only been to two places in his life, one was the little banyan tree where he was born, and the other was Xiaohe Village.

To him, there was almost no difference between the two places, they were just another place to suffer.

He looked around timidly in the bustling crowd, like a lost child.

He didn't go far, and Brother Zhao quickly found him.

He took Xiaofeng's hand: "Xiaofeng, where are you going?"

Xiaofeng hunched over and said nothing. Brother Zhao said: "Let's go back! Your body has not recovered yet, so stop running around."

Xiaofeng He lowered his head, and the old scars on the back of his neck were exposed. He was short, and Brother Zhao couldn't see his expression clearly. He hesitated for a while and spoke softly.

"No, I'm not going back."

The voice was very low, and as soon as it came out, it was drowned in the noise.

Brother Zhao didn't hear clearly and moved closer: "What did you just say?"

Xiaofeng pinched the rough-skinned stick nervously, just like a student who was caught by the teacher and deserted.

"No, I don't want to go back, go back."

Brother Zhao asked him, "Then where do you want to go."

"I don't, I don't know." Xiaofeng shook his head and said, "Go back, if you go back, you will be beaten."

Liu The dog will not care what happens to him, he will only care whether there is someone to do the work at home.

According to usual practice, if he goes back, Liu Gouzi will beat him first for no reason, because he has not worked for many days, and there must be a pile of work piled up at home.

If they knew he was in trouble in the mountains, they would just scold him for asking for it, beat him up, and then let him go to work.

Going back would be worse than death.

He was frightened.

Really scared.

Brother Zhao didn't speak. Seeing that he was just talking, he was trembling with fear. He curled up his back. I don't know if it was because of tiredness, pain, or because of something else. In the middle of winter, he was sweating non-stop.

Brother Zhao stared at him intently. The cold wind made him feel cold all over. Xiaofeng's figure seemed to slowly change in his trance, and finally he became the seven-year-old him.

Their bodies fit perfectly, they were equally skinny, as if they were born inferior, their backs were always hunched!

He was like this back then.

After being beaten by Ma Dazhuang, he was made to stand in the yard. He stood still, the wind blew gently, and he swayed, oscillating with the wind.

He wanted to run away, but when he looked back, he saw that the courtyard door was wide open, but he was beaten out of his servility and did not dare to take a step forward.

The contract he sold himself to is in the hands of the Ma family. He can't leave here. Even if he can leave, where can he go in such a big world?

In just one moment, his heart ache, and thousands of ants eat at his heart.

Xiaofeng's hesitant and shameless look at the moment is so similar to him back then, he seems to be him when he was a child.

Xiaofeng said: "I, I'm begging on the street, begging for food."

The strong men in the village can't find a job in the town, and it's even more impossible for him with his small body, but he can go begging. I heard that begging He could also earn some money. He heard that an average beggar could earn three or four coppers a day. If he met a kind-hearted gentleman, he could earn even more.

Three coppers a day, six in two days. He could just eat one steamed bun, or...

There was a rich man who had a wedding and rented a restaurant. The restaurant was afraid that it would be too busy, so he hired a waiter outside. Liu Gouzi happened to catch up with the worker and help him kill the pig.

When he went back to eat, he looked at the boiled vegetables on the table and got angry, saying why his life was worse than that of a dog in the town.

He said to Meng: "You know, I was working in a restaurant today. There was a master who was doing a happy event and invited a lot of people. There were as many as twenty tables with fish and meat. They didn't eat much. When I got back from work, I I saw a lot of the chicken drumsticks dumped in the back alley. The chicken drumsticks were still full of meat, so they were bitten twice. Those dogs ate delicious food. Look at it again, damn, I only have a plate of vegetables. "

Xiao Feng listened for a while and knew that there was such a thing. He could go to the back of those restaurants and pick them up to eat when they were pouring food at night. In this way, he didn't have to buy steamed buns.

He stammered: "You got the silver, I'll give it to you."

Brother Zhao was stunned, blurted out and asked: "Why give it to me."

"You, you and Fang, Uncle Fang, save, Save me, give me a lot of money, a lot of money. "Xiao Feng knows this.

The little medicine boy told him when he brought him soup that he was drinking ginseng soup. His uncle spent six hundred taels to buy it for him. It was very expensive. He asked him how it tasted and whether it tasted good. When he heard this, he was about to choke to death. There was still more than half of the bowl, but he didn't dare to drink anymore. The medicine boy said that if he didn't drink, he wouldn't be able to get his money back, so it would be a waste.

Six hundred taels was undoubtedly an astronomical figure for him who was penniless. He felt that he might not be able to pay it back in his lifetime, but he had to pay it back if he couldn't pay it back. He could pay back as much as he could, as long as he still had breath. Now, he will pay it back, he should pay it back.

Brother Zhao bent down, put his hands on his knees, and looked at Xiaofeng. He looked sick, emaciated and haggard, with a dry complexion like an old man. He was not good-looking, but his facial features were unexpectedly delicate and soft: "You are still in good health now. Okay, come back with me first."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Xiaofeng turned away in conflict.

"Return to me." Brother Zhao understood his feelings. When he was suffocated in Ma's house, he had been looking forward to it countless times, hoping that someone would come and pull him out of the abyss of Ma's house.

Today, Xiaofeng is no different from him when he was young.

No one pulled him out back then, but now, he hopes that he can be the one to pull him out of the abyss.

Because that kind of hope and hopelessness, that kind of painful despair, is really too devastating.

Xiaofeng suddenly raised his head: "Go back to your house?"

"Yeah!" Brother Zhao pulled him: "Let's go. If you don't want the Liu family, don't go back. Uncle Zhao will protect you."

Chapter 183

: Most of the roof of the house where Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao lived was broken. It was a hot summer, and Fang Zichen was too hot in the morning, so he didn't seal it up. Then it got cold, and he was busy at work, and the work was not easy. Knowing how to do it, Brother Zhao invited someone to cover the roof himself.

He also cleaned the small room next to it and put a bed in it.

In the village, it is important that parents are present and families are not separated. Usually several brothers live together. After marriage, children are born one after another, and the house will inevitably become overcrowded. In some homes, several brothers, sisters, and brothers often sleep together in one room. , and some stayed with their parents until they were eight or nine years old and became governors, and then they were 'separated' from their parents' room.

The good boy is still young and doesn't understand anything, so it's okay to sleep with them, but it's always inconvenient to be intimate. In addition, he heard the sound first and mistakenly thought it was a ghost, so Brother Zhao moved out of the next room. , I want my little boy to sleep by himself.

In the winter before, there was no quilt cover, and the good boy slept in his arms. Maybe he was afraid of being kicked, so he always stayed calm and in the same position until dawn. Now there is a cover, and the cushion is soft. He always likes to hug his feet. He would roll around on the bed and kick the quilt unconsciously at night. Brother Zhao was afraid that he would freeze while sleeping, so he kept him in the house, planning to let him out when the weather warmed up.

No one was sleeping next door, so he and Fang Zichen would go there when they wanted to make out.

He would clean it after every visit, and now that the breeze would come, you could move in directly.

When Fang Zichen came back in the evening, he was startled when he saw Xiaofeng, but he didn't say anything.

Brother Zhao was cooking in the kitchen, and Xiaofeng held his hand against the wall to get in. He had the consciousness of being dependent on others and did nothing, like a useless person, so he sat uneasy and always wanted to do some work.

Brother Zhao understood his thoughts very well and did not stop him. He asked him to sit by the stove and help watch the fire.

Brother Zhao fried a plate of meat alone and added garlic sprouts. It was very fragrant. Fang Zichen and Guaizi ate it as if they were starving to death. Xiaofeng didn't dare to pick it up. He didn't even dare to eat the white rice in the bowl. He asked Brother Zhao if there were wild vegetables in Wowo, and he could just eat that. Brother Zhao said there was no, and they only had white rice at home, and told him not to think too much and eat it quickly.

The weather was cold, and the wound did not recover quickly. His chest would hurt a little while sitting, but he did not say anything, and held back the food with trembling hands.

He kept his head hanging, and suddenly there was a piece of meat in the bowl.

Guaizi hadn't taken his chopsticks back yet, and the circle around his little mouth was still greasy: "Brother Xiaofeng, the meat is so delicious, so fragrant!"

"Thank you, thank you!"

"You're hurt," Guaizi said: "The good boy will kill a chicken for you tomorrow. The chicken is so good."

Xiaofeng was so panicked that he shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no need."

"Use the drops, use the drops!" The good boy held the bowl and moved it next to him. , standing next to him, he said seriously: "Only injured chickens can heal. Last time, my father was lying in bed in the hospital, and he couldn't mess with him when he came back. Then the good boy killed the chickens and gave them to him, and my father immediately treated him with chickens." It's so annoying."

Fang Zichen almost choked when he heard this: "You damn kid, what are you talking about? I'll hang you in the latrine later, believe it or not."

"Oh~" The good boy frowned: "You're so good, Simo! Tell the truth, my father is bad~"

Brother Zhao couldn't help laughing when he saw Fang Zichen's expression as if he was eating shit.

Fang Zichen wanted to punish the good boy, but the good boy twisted his butt as big as a bowl and refused to spank him.

There was still a fire burning on the stove, the door was closed, and the kitchen was warm. Fang Zichen and Guaizi were noisy. Brother Zhao didn't say anything, but just looked at them with a smile on his face.

Xiaofeng pinched her chopsticks, her eyes suddenly sore.

This is a completely different scene from home.

His younger brother is almost as big as Guaizi, but he never calls him elder brother and never gives him meat to eat.

When Liu Gouzi came back from buying meat, he would always drive him outside the house and then close the door to prevent him from seeing it, as if he was afraid that he would eat it secretly.

He couldn't go to the table to eat. Every time he had to serve Liu Gouzi first and wait until he finished eating before he could eat.

Liu Gouzi has no nice words and a bad temper. No matter how he serves him, he is always dissatisfied and always curses at him.

Most of the men in the village have one thing in common. Because they are poor and are looked down upon by others outside, they want to show off their power at home. Seeing others humbly bending their knees to him and begging for mercy, his poor self-esteem seems to be satisfied. .

The Ma family and Liu Gouzi are generally the same type of people.

The bedding had been sun-dried and was fluffy and soft. It was no longer damp and full of musty smell.

The breeze caressed me gently, and I didn't dare to sleep.

There was a knock on the door, and Brother Zhao came in holding a pillow and a bottle of medicine in his other hand.

"It's cold. Uncle Fang said your wound should hurt. Let me give you a bottle of medicine. Just pour a little on the wound when you sleep." It's time to spend money

again. Xiaofeng panicked. Before he said anything, Zhao Brother first said: "You don't have to worry about money. Let's heal your injuries first. I know you may not be used to it, but you must learn to treat this place as your own in the future."

He put the medicine on the bedside and the pillow. On the dark blue quilt: "When I first got together with your Uncle Fang, I was often afraid that I would eat too much, do too little work, and be disliked by him. I would always subconsciously want to please him, but you can't Uncle told me that people shouldn't be like this, no one has to please anyone..."

Fang Zichen paused in knocking on the door and took his hand back.

I'm afraid it might be a little inappropriate to go in at this time.

Brother Zhao didn't know what he said to Xiaofeng. He didn't come back until Fang Zichen put the good boy to sleep.

Fang Zichen was bored. He poked Guaizi's face, pinched his nose, grabbed a strand of hair and stretched it to Guaizi's little nose to tickle him. Guaizi couldn't sleep peacefully, so he subconsciously stretched out his hand to rub his nose. He couldn't move. He turned over again and continued to sleep.

Fang Zichen pinched his soft butt and sighed: "What a pig!"

Brother Zhao closed the door and did not go to bed. He just sat on the side and looked at him indescribably.

"What's wrong? You're not sleeping?"

Brother Zhao took a breath and said, "When you helped Xiaofeng take a bath the day before yesterday, you..." He paused, as if he was thinking about his words: "Have you noticed, What's different about him?"

Fang Zichen said: "No!"

Brother Zhao: "Think about it carefully."

Fang Zichen thought about it carefully and said, "No! What's wrong with him

? Brother looked at him without saying a word, his face glowing with a warm color under the light.

Fang Zichen looked at him funny for a few seconds: "Actually, there is a difference."

Brother Zhao asked: "Where?"

Fang Zichen looked at the door: "Come closer." When others came closer, he Like a whisper, he covered his mouth and said in Brother Zhao's ear: "I found that his penis is very small. He must have chicken syndrome~" Before he could finish his words, Brother Zhao hit him.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense. Really, some people are born with underdeveloped penises. Do you know Wang Xiaohu who works in my store?" Seeing Brother Zhao nodding, Fang Zichen continued: "He married before He had a wife, and later his wife cuckolded him. I heard from other guys that it was because his penis was small and his wife disliked him that she cheated on him."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Fang Zichen shook his head and sighed: "Xiao Feng's situation is not good! I originally wanted to bear the pain and give him the bullwhip, but this kid is so ignorant that he doesn't even want to eat it."

"He doesn't need to eat it." Brother Zhao Yu was shocked and dropped a heavy thunder bomb on Fang Zichen.

"Xiao Feng is a brother. You wiped his body so many times and didn't notice it?"

Fang Zichen blinked, as if he didn't react: "What do you think he is?"

"He is a little brother." Brother Zhao said.

Fang Zichen laughed softly.

"Are you stupid? Although I have only been here for half a year, I already know that Widow Meng took her son from Xiaorong Village and remarried Liu Gouzi from our village a few years ago. You don't know that, right?"

Zhao Brother just looked at him and said nothing.

Fang Zichen stopped laughing: "He is really a little brother?"

"Yeah!" Brother Zhao said, "I've seen it, it's absolutely true."

"..." Fang Zichen turned over and pulled the quilt over his head. Go up, I just feel like no one is seeing anyone.

If Xiaofeng is really a brother, then the series of his previous behaviors can only be summarized with the word "pervert". Although he didn't know it, but now he knows it, I don't know how Xiaofeng feels. Anyway, he is... Ashamed and embarrassed.

At that time, I felt that Xiaofeng was a little man. He flicked his cock and slapped his butt without any psychological pressure. In modern times, his second brother would often compete with his classmates in the bathroom and ask him to be a witness! He really felt that this kind of thing was nothing, but in another identity, his face was really ashamed.

He has become a scumbag!

He is guilty.

If Xiaofeng was a brother, Xiaofeng's shy and angry reaction when he wiped him would make sense.

There is not much difference between a man and a man, except that the penis is smaller and more exquisite, and the facial features are softer than that of a man.

Brother Zhao was afraid that he was suffocating, so he pulled off the quilt. Fang Zichen stuck his head out and asked Brother Zhao, what should we do now? Should he apologize to Xiaofeng, kneel down and beg for mercy, repent or something.

Brother Zhao chuckled lightly: "Forget it, the past is the past. You didn't know about it at the time. If you apologize now, he will be even more embarrassed. Just forget about it!"

Fang Zichen curled his lips.

There is indeed a little redness on Xiaofeng's arm, but the redness is not obvious, and it has been beaten before and has serious bruises. Fang Zichen saw it when he was wiping someone, but when the bruises are serious, the subcutaneous tissue will also Because of the blood, and the preconceived notion that Xiaofeng was a young man, he didn't even think about it elsewhere.

If he thought about it, could he still treat Xiaofeng like that?

That is definitely not possible.

He is a person who has worn a red scarf and taken ideological and moral education classes.

It's okay to forget about this matter. Fang Zichen didn't know what he thought of and asked: "Why did he stay at our house and didn't go back?"

Brother Zhao didn't tell him about this in advance, so he just said that Xiaofeng was at Liu's house. situation.

"I want him to stay at our house, is that okay?"

Chapter 184

Raising a child is not as simple as raising a dog or a sheep. A few months ago, Brother Zhao did not dare to keep Xiaofeng, but now that he is capable, he can definitely afford to raise a child. Boy, as long as he works harder, Fang Zichen doesn't even have to go to work and can just eat his soft rice with peace of mind.

Brother Zhao feels that although he is capable, he should not make decisions.

"It's up to you, just do whatever you want." Fang Zichen doesn't mind having more than one person at home.

He was very soft-hearted at certain times, like when he treated Brother Zhao and Guaizi at that time. He was penniless at the time and didn't know where they were after eating one meal after another. Under his own wing, he is now firmly on his feet. One more thing, just a pair of bowls and chopsticks. Xiaofeng is bigger than Guaizi. He doesn't need to hold Xiuxi in the middle of the night, nor does he need to help him bathe or tie him up. Hair, that's no problem, as long as Brother Zhao is happy.

Brother Zhao knew he would agree, but he was still very happy to see him nodding in person. He hugged Fang Zichen's neck face to face, buried his face in his shoulder, and breathed in his breath: "Husband, you are so kind!"

"That's necessary!" Fang Zichen couldn't pretend to be worried. Sometimes, his heart was as big as a plate. Xiaofeng's matters were temporarily forgotten by him. He patted the bed with one hand and hugged Brother Zhao with the other, asking him to He rested his head in his arms, held the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, lingered with his fingers, then rubbed his cheek, and said warmly in his ear: "Brother Zhao, I want you, can you give it to me?" "Don't make trouble. "

Brother Zhao glared at him non-threateningly: "It's time for the good boy to wake up."

"It's okay, he's just like a little pig. He won't wake up as long as we keep our voice down." The good boy moved inside, pulled the clothes on his chest, and waved to him: "Come on!"

He didn't like to wear cumbersome and heavy clothes when sleeping. Even if it was cold now, he would only wear a cool summer coat with buttons. With a few open, the material of the clothes is light and static, and it sticks slightly to his body. The collarbone, chest, abdominal muscles and mermaid line, as well as the straight and strong legs, are all hidden. They are hidden under the thin cloth, but they are all highlighted. With vigorous strength.

There is no denying that this is a young, powerful, and charming body.

At first, he was running around for three meals a day, and Fang Zichen had no time to think about anything else. Later, when he made money, he began to eat enough to hold on. After dinner, he always exercised twice, sometimes running laps with the boy on his back, and sometimes using him as a Dumbbells, lift them up and down, throw them around.

Brother Zhao's mouth went dry after seeing it, and he was about to turn off the light and pounce on him, when Fang Zichen kicked him first.

I suddenly forgot that the old man asked him to abstain from sex for two months first!

...

The business in the store is good. I was busy taking care of Xiaofeng before, so Brother Zhao didn't even go to the store. I plan to go there today. Zuixiaolou took an order a few days ago. It's my birthday, so I won't go there today. To pick up the guests, Fang Zichen could just go over and check the general ledger in the afternoon. Brother Zhao got up early and went into the kitchen to knead some dough, intending to make noodles. Thinking that Fang Zichen didn't like noodles very much, he cooked some porridge for him alone. I'll fry some cabbage later. He had just finished washing the pot when Xiaofeng came in with a stick.

"Zhao, Uncle Zhao."

Brother Zhao: "Why are you getting up so early?"

Xiaofeng said: "I, I'm sleeping, I can't sleep, can I, can I help you do, do something, anything."

He is used to getting up early . Brother Zhao helped him: "No, I'll just cook some noodles. It's not much work. If you can't sleep, just lie down first. It's cold in the morning, so don't catch the cold again."

"Yes, but..."

"Have you forgotten what you said yesterday? The most important thing for you now is to take good care of yourself. Your wound is not healed. Didn't you bleed again yesterday? Just lie down for two more days!"

The noodles are easy to cook, Brother Zhao. I fried four more eggs.

The village chief gave their family a hen before, and then Heda Leng's family gave him another hen. When the weather was still warm, they could still lay two or three eggs a day, so they didn't need to buy much. It's been cold recently, and they didn't lay much eggs. Yes, if you want to eat, you have to buy it outside.

The good boy woke up due to the smell. Seeing Fang Zichen lying on his back in his sleep, he covered his mouth and laughed. Then he moved his buttocks and lay on his chest. He puckered his lips and kissed him twice, and then he hugged his clothes and rubbed them down. bed.

He seems to be particularly cold-tolerant, perhaps because of training in the past two years. Now he is wearing a single coat, not afraid of the cold, and runs to the kitchen.

Brother Zhao was afraid that he would catch cold, so he hurriedly helped him get dressed and gave him a few words of scolding. After he washed his face, he gave him a bowl of noodles and brought another bowl to Xiaofeng.

When Fang Zichen woke up, there was no one in the yard. He filled some porridge, drank a few mouthfuls, thought about it, stood up and walked out.

Xiaofeng didn't sleep well last night, or in other words, he didn't sleep well since he woke up.

When he was very hungry in the past, he often ran into the mountains, firstly because he had no choice, and secondly because he was not afraid of death. He sometimes felt that living was actually more uncomfortable, but that day when he rolled down the roadside, he was really The moment he faced death, he discovered that death is actually a very scary thing.

He was in pain and scared, and wanted to call someone to save him, but when he opened his mouth, the cry didn't escape his throat, and the pain in his chest was unbearable. He couldn't move or shout...

Meng didn't come. Looking at him, he didn't want to go back to Liu's house again.

But if he doesn't go back to Liu's house, where can he go?

He kept thinking about it and was confused until he came back with Brother Zhao, lying on the warm quilt, breathing in the fragrant acacia smell, every bite felt precious, he couldn't control his emotions, and burst into tears. Rolling down from the eyes.

...He felt at ease.

The room was warm and I should have slept peacefully, but when I was half awake and half dreaming, I always dreamed of Liu Gouzi.

He had just eaten noodles, but he was still weak after all, and now he felt a little drowsy. When there was a knock on the door, he was startled reflexively.

"Xiao Feng, are you still sleeping?"

It was Fang Zichen's voice. After receiving Xiao Feng's response, he opened the door and came in.

He still held the bowl in his hand and wanted to sit down on the edge of the bed. But then he thought of something and sat down on the small stool on the side.

"Uncle Zhao told me." He was the first to speak: "He said you were a little brother."

Xiaofeng's face turned red again.

Fang Zichen pretended not to see it and took a sip of porridge: "Well, I want to apologize to you for what happened last time."

Brother Zhao said that he should forget it and pretend that it never happened. If he said it, both of them would be embarrassed. .

Yesterday, Fang Zichen thought it made sense, but when he thought about it, it seemed wrong. He knew that Xiaofeng was a brother, and since they were going to live under the same roof in the future, it was impossible to pretend that this matter had never happened. He had to at least tell Xiaofeng. Sorry, express your attitude on this matter and let him know that in fact, Uncle Fang is a righteous and beautiful man, not that wretched man who specializes in taking advantage of others.

The head of his family must have a majestic image.

"No, no need to say, apologize." Xiaofeng looked at him: "Uncle Fang, it's not intentional, it was me, I didn't say it."

Fang Zichen slapped his thigh: "That's right! Why didn't you say it then? You said, I won't even play your penis."

Xiaofeng couldn't help but clench her legs, her face turned red, and she couldn't help but want to hide under the quilt.

"Mom, mother didn't let me go, let me tell others. She said, if others know, they will bully me, but I, I want to sue, tell Zhao, Uncle Zhao said, he will protect me."

Fang Zichen was so tired listening to him talking that he didn't even have the energy to drink the porridge.

"You can tell me, and I can protect you. Hey, if you don't tell me, it will be in vain for me to worry about you. Since you are a little brother, I won't leave the bullwhip for you."

Because Fang Zichen's appearance is too flamboyant and the temperament of different villagers, everyone is always a little timid towards him, but Xiaofeng has never been afraid of him.

When they first met, when Fang Zichen helped him move the firewood away, he had already assumed that he was a good person. With Brother Zhao's relationship, Xiaofeng was not afraid of him.

"I, I don't eat cows and bullwhips. Yes, I'm a man. No, I don't eat them."

"If you're a man and you don't eat them, just wait to be cuckolded." Fang Zichen said when he saw him pouting and said nothing. : "Don't believe it." Seeing that it was getting late, he changed the subject and said that he wanted to give him a gift. In order to apologize and welcome, he asked him what he wanted.

Xiaofeng never got a gift, so he asked happily: "Really, really?"

Fang Zichen: "No, I lied to you."

"I, I want, can I have anything?"

"I think too much. Fang Zichen rolled his eyes at him: "You, Uncle Zhao, are stingy. I only have a few hundred coins in my pocket. If you want a big gem, I can't buy it."

"I, I don't want it, treasure, gem." Feng's face turned red with excitement: "I think, I want a rabbit, a rabbit."

It's just a rabbit!

Fang Zichen agreed. He went back to the kitchen and drank two more bowls of porridge before closing the door and walking outside.

It rained off and on for the past few days, not too much, but it was cold and humid. Some people in the village built straw sheds. Although they were mixed with mud and would not leak, the moisture was obvious.

Fortunately, the sun came out today, and every household in the village took out their quilts and basked them on the fence in the outer yard.

After using the quilt for a long time, the cotton inside will become hard and it will not be very warm when you cover it. It will be much better after it is exposed to the sun.

Passing outside a dilapidated thatched house, Fang Zichen paused. There was an old man lying inside. He was only covered with an old and ragged quilt. He was curled up and shivering.

Fang Zichen heard from Aunt Liu that this man seemed to be He Ergou's father.

Two years ago, I heard that he fell down while cutting firewood in the mountains. It seemed to be quite serious, and he became paralyzed immediately. He ate, drank and pooped on the bed. Heergou had taken care of him for half a month earlier, but then he probably lost patience and left the room. He also felt the smell inside, so he built a straw shed in an open space not far from his home and put the old man in it. He only had a bowl of wild vegetables a day to survive.

They say that giving birth to a son and supporting one in old age is really a waste of money.

Seeing him, Fang Zichen Mu Ran thought of his own old age. If he was treated like this by his children, he would rather leave early and decently.

But life is worse than death!

Brother Zhao always said that he wanted to give him another child. He thought it was beautiful at first, but he didn't think so now.

The child is not very smart, but just a good boy, and sometimes it makes him miserable.

It is better to educate the good boy well, and strive to make him a person with all-round development of body, intelligence, morality and beauty like himself.

Fang Zichen sighed, thinking that there was still a bundle of dry straw at home, so he went back, picked it up, and covered the old man with it.

There was no use in giving him a quilt. He Ergou probably wanted to take it away when he saw it. He stood up to leave, but the old man suddenly stretched out his sallow and skinny hand to hold him, and opened his cloudy eyes.

Fang Zichen suddenly shuddered.

Chapter 185

"Good boy." The old man said with great difficulty: "Good boy."

He kept repeating these three words. The straw under his body smelled of urine, and his hands didn't look very clean. Fang Zichen didn't dislike it either. , patted the back of his hand gently.

"I know! My grandparents often say that."

"You are the big-headed doll's father, aren't you?" the old man asked suddenly. His voice was very soft, like a breathy sound, and he made a hehe sound in his throat after saying a few words. Like a broken bellows.

Fang Zichen leaned over and leaned towards his mouth: "Big-headed baby?"

The old man said: "A baby with big eyes carrying a milk dog on his back with a cloth belt."

There are dogs in the whole village, and those who can carry dogs on their backs can do it. While smashing his own house, Fang Zichen nodded: "Ah~ yes, that's my son."

"You guys look alike." The old man kept holding Fang Zichen's hand without letting go. He looked at the roof and said, "He often Give me sweets and talk to me, you are a good boy."

Fang Zichen didn't take it seriously, but the latter words made him happy. Most parents are like this. One word of praise for their children is better than a thousand praises for themselves. Even more happy.

"That's right." Fang Zichen puffed up his chest: "My child is just like me!"

...

Many people gathered at the grain drying field. They had been staying at home for several days. Now that the weather is nice, everyone came out and the children were playing. , the men also sat together in twos and threes, discussing which piece of land should be planted and what should be planted in the next spring.

Farming may seem like a low-skilled job, but there's something very particular about it.

For example, those far away from the village, halfway up the mountain, and close to the woods are not suitable for planting corn. If you plant it, it will be a waste of effort. As soon as the corn seeds are sown on the front legs, the rear legs will be eaten by mice and birds.

But it won't work if you don't plant. First, there is little land. If you don't plant, what will you eat? The second is that the land is abandoned innocently. It's okay if no one reports it. If someone reports it, you have to pay money.

Therefore, people often plant the land close to home before planting in the mountains. After planting, they send people to guard the mountains until the corn grows.

And on the mountainside, it is best to plant the same kind of crops. Like last year, the He family planted corn themselves without consulting the villagers. As a result, the surrounding fields were all planted with soybeans.

The maturity periods of the two crops are different. When Hejia's corn is ripe, his family's soybeans have already been harvested. His family's cornfield is on the mountainside. Before it matures, it is completely destroyed by rats and wild boars.

If everyone planted corn, it would be impossible for rats and wild boars to focus on his land. Wild boars are also dangerous. If everyone keeps vigil together, they can scare him away. If he is alone, the wild boar will see him. He must be turned upside down.

The men were discussing lively, but the group of women and husbands next to them became a little quieter.

They used to talk the most, but today is an exception.

Aunt He had a basket at her feet and a dustpan on her knees, picking out peanuts.

The front is damp and some are moldy. You need to pick them out, otherwise they will be bitter.

"Yesterday I saw Brother Zhao bringing the child back." She was talking about Xiao Feng: "Brother Zhao hired a bullock cart. Not only did he not send the child back to Liu's house, but when he got off the car, he , I really couldn't see."

The dirt road was bumpy, and the small wind injury was not healed. When he came out of the medical center, the wound burst open. Later, when he was on the bullock cart, his body bones were jolted so much that he couldn't get off the door. After getting out of the car, Brother Zhao saw that his face was not good, so he helped him down. Xiaofeng's legs were weak and he fell into his arms. Aunt He happened to see this scene and felt that he was shameless.

"I used to love stealing men, but now that I'm with Mr. Fang, I can't stand it anymore. I brought that little man home. I don't know what they're going to do when Mr. Fang isn't here!"

There were several husbands ! The woman frowned.

This is too much.

I don't care whether the story of stealing a man is true or not, but how old is Xiaofeng? Although the villagers have never spoken to him, Xiaohe Village is only so big. You can't see it when you look up and look down. Xiaofeng is obviously just a child, so it's not a big deal if you give him a hug. Why did he say it in her mouth so harshly, as if he was really the same as Brother Zhao?

Thanks to Brother Zhao, everyone made some money with him a while ago, and they are thinking of cooperating with him again next year. Moreover, Fang Zichen protects Brother Zhao so much that we don't want to be targeted by him. Aunt He's words are natural. No one spoke up.

Aunt He didn't care, picking up peanuts and minding her own business: "I used to think that Brother Zhao was not a good person. I felt pity for him and asked him to help me dig sweet potatoes. He said it would take him a day. I didn't give him thirty coins, but gave him twenty coins. I don't know if he was angry. Most of the sweet potatoes he dug out were rotten by him. Tell me, if you think I gave less, you shouldn't come. Ah! Why bother with this? Isn't this disgusting? You're wasting my sweet potatoes in vain. You're so mean-spirited..."

"Sister He," the woman sitting opposite her suddenly widened her eyes and her expression changed. She was a little pale, as if she had seen a ghost, and her body was trembling slightly: "You, you..."

The surrounding people were silent, and Aunt He was startled: "What happened?" The woman pointed behind her.

Aunt He turned around, her pupils shrank suddenly, and the dustpan on her leg almost fell to the ground. She looked very panicked: "Fang, boy Fang."

Fang Zichen folded his hands on his chest, lowered his eyes, and looked at her expressionlessly.

When he didn't speak, Aunt He was a little scared of him, but she didn't know what she thought of. Her face softened, and she stood up with a smile: "You didn't go to work today. Are you taking a break?"

Fang Zichen didn't reply.

Aunt He found something to say: "You are here to bask in the sun, too! Come and sit here. There is a stool next to Auntie. Let me tell you, it is cold here in winter! It rains a lot and the sun rarely shines. This is a rare moment, take this opportunity to get some sunshine, otherwise it will start to get cold again tomorrow."

She saw Fang Zichen standing still, just staring at her, with no emotion in his dark amber pupils. Halfway through her reply, the people around her were looking at her with awkward expressions: "Boy Fang, what are you looking at!"

Fang Zichen raised his eyelids and replied: "Look at your tongue."

"..." Aunt He subconsciously asked: "What's so good about a tongue."

Fang Zichen glanced at her lightly: "I just want to see how long it is, so that you can go around spreading rumors and gossiping all day long."

That glance It seemed normal and not aggressive at all, but Aunt He felt a chill running down her spine.

Fang Zichen had no expression on his face and asked, "What were you talking about just now?"

Under his almost emotionless gaze, Aunt He hesitated: "I..."

"You said Brother Zhao stole someone, Fang Zichen took a half-step towards her: "Come on, tell me who he stole, tell me everything, and explain everything clearly to me."

Aunt He took two steps back, not daring to look . He: "I, I don't know!"

"You don't know?" Fang Zichen held his forehead and suddenly laughed: "You don't know that you've been spreading rumors about him everywhere for almost half a month. Are you enjoying it?" He kicked over the basket Aunt He had brought to put the peanuts, and all the peanuts in it spilled out and rolled around.

He broke out without any warning, and looked horribly cold.

Several women around were so frightened that they stood up. There was a lot of commotion here, and the men rushed over and asked what was wrong.

Someone whispered.

The men looked at Aunt He and thought she was getting old and confused.

With Liu Laizi in front, everyone knows that Fang Zichen protects Brother Zhao like a ball in his eyes. He can't be beaten, scolded, let alone touched by others. She is so good that she doesn't even bother to stay at home when gossiping about others. She even comes here. Come here, not looking for a fight.

Aunt He cried out in distress when she saw that all the peanuts she had picked for a long time were rolled into the mud.

"Ouch, my peanut, boy Fang, what are you doing!" She went to pat Fang Zichen, and Fang Zichen grabbed her hand. She struggled for a while but couldn't break free, then started to mutter, as if she was angry and no longer afraid: " What's wrong with me, he's just not good, why don't you let anyone say anything?"

Fang Zichen asked coldly, "What's wrong with him?"

"He's just not good," Aunt He said.

"Oh! He's not good, but you are good," Fang Zichen shook her off: "Aunt He, are you so busy every day? You don't do anything after eating all day, and you go around saying that this is not good and that is not good, what's wrong, co-authored You are the best in the world, right? You are so good, why did you marry Uncle He instead of the Jade Emperor? Only the Jade Emperor is worthy of you."

He spoke quietly, but everyone was quiet. Everybody heard it.

Someone in the crowd couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

Aunt He's face turned red with anger, and her wrist still hurt slightly.

"How are you talking? Aren't you afraid that I will go back and talk to your village chief uncle?"

"What am I afraid of?" Fang Zichen was fearless, pinched his waist, and almost sneered: "You damn old woman, let me tell you, Although I am only a teenager, I have gone through thick and thin. I studied martial arts in Wudang Mountain, endured hardships in coal caves, sweated on the assembly line, and mined in Iraq. I have never seen any big winds and waves, and I still know how to do it. Are you afraid of an old woman? What kind of village chief are you afraid of?"

Seeing him choking on his neck and looking unconcerned, Aunt He could hardly believe it: "What did you just say?"

Fang Zichen interrupted her: " I said you are a dead old woman. "

Aunt He is the same mother as the village chief. Except for the Ma family, everyone in the village is still a little afraid of the village chief. In addition, the surname He is a common surname in the village. Almost no one in the village dares to do this. Like she said.

Fang Zichen is the first and only one.

She originally felt that Fang Zichen was very cold to her and didn't give her much face, but she thought that the other party might be a pampered young master from a rich family, and his temper would inevitably be a little angry.

His conditions are really good, so it doesn't matter that he has a bad temper. It's not like he lives with her. She just wants to be a scholar and his mother-in-law.

She knew that Fang Zichen beat Liu Laizi, and she also knew how much Fang Zichen protected Brother Zhao.

Originally, she didn't dare to speak ill of Brother Zhao, but she didn't say what she could do.

Chapter 186

: Daxia tradition values ​​a woman's innocence most.

He Huihui was married before and lived in the Wu family for several years. She and her husband must have done everything they should and should not do.

She is twenty years old now, but she has not done any work in the Wu family these years. She has become more plump, fairer and more beautiful.

But so what, she has been married before, how can she compare with an innocent and dewy girl in her fifteenth and sixteenth years? It will definitely be difficult to find a good man for your first marriage, let alone someone like Fang Zichen.

No one in the village knows about He Huihui's divorce, but the Wu family's roots are in Xiaorong Village. In previous years, they would always close their doors and go back to the village to celebrate the New Year. The two villages are not far apart, and there are several daughters-in-law in the village who grew up with them. They were married from Rongcun. If they went back to their parents' home on the second day of the new year, they might know everything.

If Fang Zichen was not with Brother Zhao, Aunt He would not overestimate his ability to pay attention to him, but Fang Zichen could even accept Brother Zhao, so there was no reason why she couldn't do it with her daughter.

Zhao Geer would not stupidly tell Fang Zichen about those dirty things about Brother Zhao. She spread them outside. If many people knew about it, they would naturally spread it to Fang Zichen's ears. As long as Brother Zhao becomes more unbearable, Only her daughter can be cleaner.

By then, even if Fang Zichen knew that her daughter had divorced, but compared with Brother Zhao, wouldn't her daughter be better off?

Brother Zhao was in the quagmire and was dirty, but his daughter only had dirty shoes, which naturally made it easier for people to accept.

The first time she spoke ill of Brother Zhao, she was still a little scared. She was trembling with fear that Fang Zichen would come to her door. Later, when she saw that Fang Zichen didn't come, she became bolder.

"Boy Fang, you can't be like this!" Aunt He said: "I am your village chief's sister. Ask yourself, how much has my elder brother helped you in the past six months? The place where you live now still belongs to my elder brother. "It doesn't matter if you say that to me, but if you say that to my elder brother, are you worthy of him? You are so ungrateful!"

Fang Zichen thought it was funny, and he actually laughed.

"Am I ungrateful? Am I sorry for him?" The village chief ran over from the roadside: "Fang boy~"

Fang Zichen waved to him, and when he came closer, he said: "Village chief, you came just in time, come and tell me Your sister, I don't feel sorry for you."

The village chief didn't know what happened, but he just went to pick vegetables in the field, and saw that something seemed wrong here, and there were many people surrounding him, so he ran over.

"I saved your father," Fang Zichen said, "I don't ask for repayment. I live in your old house of the He family. I get money every month. He vouched for me when I took the county exam, but I also I introduced a job to Hexi, and after all, you owe me, and I have not received your kindness in vain. In my life, except for my parents, my grandparents, and my eldest and second brothers, I have never felt sorry for anyone."

He said . It was very fast, but everyone could hear it clearly.

Let's not talk about anything else, let's talk about the life-saving grace. Fang Zichen, not to mention living in the old house of the He family, even the village chief worked for him as cattle and horses, not to mention paying rent and introducing jobs to Hexi.

The matter of guarantor was not a big deal, it was just a trip. He Daleng said in the village that Brother Zhao entertained them with good wine and food that day.

Isn't this enough?

No one knew about Hexi and the rent. Now that they heard about it, they realized that Fang Zichen owed nothing to the He family. It was clearly the He family that owed Boy Fang and took advantage of him.

The village chief didn't know what happened, but these words made him blush. Just as he was about to speak, Aunt He said: "I don't know these things, but no matter what, I am your elder, so you don't You should say that to me!"

Fang Zichen tried his best to control it and clenched his fists: "Who do you consider to be my elder? Are you older than me?" It's

none of his business. Everyone knows who Fang Zichen is. If you don't mess with him, he's still easy to get along with.

Someone started laughing.

What kind of elder would go around talking bad about the younger generation? It would be no exaggeration to say that those words were poignant.

Brother Zhao already has low self-esteem and is sensitive. He has coaxed people to become more optimistic and cheerful now. If after listening to these words, he found that he was so miserable in the eyes of others, what should he think? Uncomfortable.

He had experienced it as a child, so he knew it better than anyone.

If he hadn't been well-educated, Fang Zichen would have blocked him just now.

"In fact, I know everything you have in mind." He looked down at Aunt He and sneered: "But I'm not stupid, and I'm not interested in your daughter."

"What?"

There was a stir among everyone. If there is such a good thing, He said directly: "Fang boy, what do you mean by what you just said?"

Fang Zichen replied mockingly: "Don't you know? This old woman wants to give me her daughter!"

"No! He Huihui... ····I'm telling you! No wonder I haven't been back for so long."

"Okay, why..."

"Sister He has been saying bad things about Brother Zhao these days. I'm still wondering. Now. It makes sense."

"Is this He Huihui divorced or divorced?"

"It doesn't matter, it's not the same."

"So, He Huihui came back after being divorced. It's only been less than two months! Sister He is really anxious and doesn't even give her daughter a break."

"Hey, I thought Brother Zhao was provoking her at first, but it turned out that this was the reason. It's immoral."

Everyone was not stupid, and they quickly figured out the relationship.

Aunt He had a really good idea, but she was getting more confused as she got older.

Everyone knows why Brother Zhao was with Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen was a poor man, so he ransomed him from the Ma family.

The two of them got together for this reason. People in the village pay attention to living a good life when they get married. Brother Zhao is hard-working, good-looking, has a good temper, and he is good at business. He raises a chicken and is still in love after two months of raising it. What's more, they have been living together for a long time. Fang Zichen is young and energetic, so Fang Zichen has feelings for him. Brother Zhao is lucky and has taken the lead. This is something that cannot be done again. He Huihui has nothing to do with it. The pitiful thing is that she still has it. She wants to marry Mr. Fang. It's such an idiotic dream.

Everyone had previously thought that Fang Zichen was promising and was different from the people in the village. Now that he had passed the Tongsheng examination, the threshold was naturally raised. Even someone who was not from the He family dared to have delusions and treat her as a member of the family. Is my daughter really a fairy? The abacus clicked loudly, I was really convinced.

People around her whispered, and the abacus was peeled off and exposed to the sun. Aunt He stood still, feeling that her face was burning, as if she had been slapped twice.

A series of things made the village chief confused. He had so many things he wanted to ask, but he didn't know whether to ask about He Huihui first or about Fang Zichen and Aunt He. He stuttered, He Huihui also came running.

Seeing the peanuts all over the ground and Aunt He's trembling appearance, He Huihui knew that the truth had been exposed and faced Fang Zichen with tears in her eyes.

"Master Fang, my mother is doing this for my own good. She, she may have done some stupid things. Can you give me some face and stop arguing with her?"

"What face do you have?" Fang Zichen asked coldly: "Why should I give you face? Face is not given by others, it is earned by yourself."

He Huihui: "..."

"My mother didn't mean it."

Fang Zichen was startled.

After many years, he was disgusted by these five words again.

He Huihui lowered her head, her neck was white, and her body was swaying a little, as if she was staggered by Fang Zichen's merciless words.

Without any emotional evaluation, He Huihui is still pretty.

To Fang Zichen, that gesture may seem trivial and insignificant, but to the men in Xiaohe Village, she was like a cinnabar mole in the white moonlight.

There is truth to this saying.

A man saw her crying and was about to stand up, but He Huihui spoke again.

The matter has been exposed by Fang Zichen, so there is no need to hide it anymore.

During that conversation in the rain, Fang Zichen had been indifferent to her, but when he turned around, he showed a completely different enthusiasm towards Brother Zhao.

Why?

She asked Fang Zichen what was good about Brother Zhao and what was she inferior to Brother Zhao about?

Her words were truly bold, and her meaning was clearly revealed.

Everyone was silent, looking at He Huihui dumbfounded and shocked.

I heard earlier that the people in the town are more liberal and bolder than the people in the village. When the girl goes out on the street, if she sees a man she likes, he will just stuff his handkerchief and sachet with him.

How dare people in the village do this? On the way to do the laundry, a girl who has not yet left the palace will say a few words to a man when she meets him. It's good to have someone around. If he is alone, he will be accused of indiscretion.

He Huihui had been married to the town for only a few years. Nothing else had changed, but she had become bolder.

He Huihui was impulsive and a little nervous after she finished speaking. The handkerchief in her hand was tightly tangled, but she did not regret it.

Fang Zichen Mu Ran remembered what Brother Zhao said half a month ago.

They made a big fuss that night. Brother Zhao was sweating all over and the bedding was rubbed a little. He took it off and washed it the next day and became a little depressed when he came back.

He was not very good at hiding his emotions, or in other words, Fang Zichen had a close relationship with him and put him in his heart and the most important position, so Fang Zichen could sense anything wrong with him.

Fang Zichen asked him, and he said a little angry and a little inferior: "I just met He Huihui, and she said, she said you were pitiful."

Because Brother Zhao was with Fang Zichen, Fang Zichen felt pitiful.

He Huihui must have particularly looked down on Brother Zhao, that's why she said these words.

Fang Zichen didn't know where she got her confidence from: "Whether Brother Zhao is good or not has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with me whether you are good or not. If you want to compare with Brother Zhao, I feel that you are just humiliating yourself. Learn from yourself and learn from yourself." In terms of appearance, quality, and height, how can you compare with him?"

He Huihui pursed her lips, and she had already made a desperate move. She had no way out.

She wouldn't give up or be reconciled unless she asked clearly.

"Isn't there anything I can compare to him?"

"Yes!" Fang Zichen suppressed his tone and said, "You are better than him in terms of being mean and vicious."

He Huihui: "... ·"

Fang Zichen didn't look at her rapidly pale expression, and warned with cold eyes: "You mother and daughter want to say bad things about people, I don't object and I can't control it, but if you dare to run away from my husband and my son again next time It's not that simple if you press forward. Today is the first warning."

Chapter 187

The sun was shining brightly that day, and many people gathered at the grain drying field. Fang Zichen spoke without mercy or mercy, and He Huihui and Aunt He became the jokes of the village.

Some said they deserved it, and a few thought he went a bit too far. Even if He Huihui and Aunt He were at odds with each other, they still belonged to the girl's family. He was such a man, and his words were so vicious, and he didn't give anyone any face. It was very wrong.

Fang Zichen didn't think there was anything wrong.

He thought he had a good temper and was easy to get along with. Aunt He had been spreading rumors about Brother Zhao before. He didn't come to her on the spot, so he gave her a chance in disguise.

Aunt He shut up and he let it go.

If he continued...

someone stabbed him once, if he survived, he would definitely stab that person twice with his backhand.

Fang Zichen originally wanted to go to He's house to give a warning, but as soon as he arrived at the grain drying field, he heard Aunt He's words.

Fang Zichen couldn't bear it anymore. If he hadn't beaten Aunt He to death on the spot, he would have been sorry for the two kisses that Brother Zhao gave him when he comforted him last night.

After Fang Zichen finished speaking, He Huihui hid her face and ran away. When she saw her running toward the river, something was wrong, so someone hurriedly chased her.

"Oh, come here! Huihui jumped into the river, come here!"

The reason why Xiaohe Village is called Xiaohe Village is because there are many rivers. It stands to reason that growing up in such a place, the people in the village must be very good at water, but Unfortunately, not many people in the village know how to use water.

In the past, people often drowned in the river, so when the children were still young, adults gave strict warnings not to allow them to go near the river.

Generation after generation, there are fewer and fewer people who know how to swim.

Someone subconsciously called Fang Zichen, wanting him to rescue him. Fang Zichen looked forward and saw that the river was not far from the grain drying field. As soon as He Huihui stepped into the river with her front feet, her back feet were pulled by two men.

Can't die.

Fang Zichen turned around and went back. Seeing that He Huihui was fine, the village chief asked the two women to help her back, then chased after Fang Zichen, grabbed Fang Zichen and apologized to him on behalf of Aunt He.

Fang Zichen didn't accept it. He closed his eyes. The blood vessels all over his body were beating and his head seemed to burst.

He was not as calm as he appeared from beginning to end. On the contrary, he was always restrained.

Ever since He Huihui came over and said, "I didn't mean to do it," he couldn't control the anger that was running rampant in his blood.

If you want to say what Fang Zichen hates the most, it is this sentence: "I didn't mean it."

Some people seem to think that as long as they say this sentence, the mistakes they have made, the words they have said, and the things they have done can be criticized. forgive.

Fang Zichen once told Brother Zhao that he often walked sideways in school, saying that the reason was because his second brother was a top student, but that was not the case.

No one dared to mess with him, and it was only because his surname was Fang.

...

Grandpa Fang has two sons. Father Fang is in business and Uncle Fang is in politics. The old man is also a well-known figure in the military. No one dares to offend the Fang family, which is so powerful.

When Fang's second brother was seven years old, he picked up Fang Zichen from outside. He didn't have any clothes on him, and his navel was not cut. He was dirty, covered with dust and some blood. The sanitation in big cities was good, even if The road is also clean. Even if you take off your clothes and roll on it, you won't be covered in mud. Except in the suburbs and green belts, you can't find a piece of mud in the city.

Fang's father and Fang's mother were startled and asked Brother Fang where the child came from.

Brother Fang hugged Fang Zichen tightly: "I picked this up from the trash can. He is my brother, your little son!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was beaten.

Fang's father called the police, and Fang's second brother was taken to the "identification scene" by two policemen.

It was in a small alley not far from the high-end villa area.

That side is Daxue Road. There are two famous universities and several technical schools nearby. There are many snacks and stores nearby. Brother Fang always sneaks here to play under the pretext of running late.

The villa area was of good security, so the nanny didn't follow him when he ran out at night, so he went to Daxue Road to eat and drink.

The nanny always says that roadside stalls are unclean, but they always have the most fragrant smell and the best food. Brother Fang sometimes goes into the shop to make noodles.

The store is bustling with lights and entertainment outside, and there are some rented rooms at the back door of the store, which are quiet and quiet. A few street lamps are dim and yellow, casting a dead light, as if they are divided into two worlds by the row of stores.

He had eaten too much that day, and there was no toilet in the shop. The waiter took him to the public toilet in the alley. He squatted in the pit for a long time, so he asked the waiter to leave first.

After squatting for about ten minutes and wiping his butt, he came out and passed the trash can. He couldn't help but look at it. If he were in a villa area, he would still want to dig through it, but the trash can here has probably not been washed for more than ten years. , not to mention it was dark, several nearby catering shops often threw some rotten vegetable bones into it. In the hot summer, water seeped out of the rotten vegetables, which smelled very bad. Brother Fang lost the nature of digging through garbage and turned around. As he was about to leave, a faint cry suddenly came from inside, like the mournful cry of a kitten.

Brother Fang thought he had heard it wrong, so he listened quietly for a while, and heard two more weak cries. His eyes widened on the spot, and he ignored the disgust and rushed to the trash can, leaning on the bucket and facing it. Looking inside, I saw a child lying on a white foam box.

It is illegal to abandon a child.

The police called nearby surveillance cameras and asked nearby vendors, but found nothing and no clues.

During the surveillance, sanitation trucks came to collect garbage three times a day. The last time was at 5 o'clock in the evening. There were no people in the nearby stalls and shops at this time, and there was not much garbage. Only two vendors threw some frozen meat. The foam box that fell, until Brother Fang appeared on the surveillance camera, during this period, although people passed by the trash can one after another, they did not throw garbage into it, and there were no suspects.

Fang Zichen seemed to appear out of thin air in the trash can.

The police couldn't find out, so the child stayed in the police station. However, the second brother Fang made a fuss and said that he wanted to find Fang Zichen. He had picked it up and he was his younger brother.

Fang's father and mother were busy at work and had no time to take care of another child. Although Brother Fang and Brother Fang were basically left to the care of the nanny, in order to cultivate a relationship with the child, they still tried their best to spend time with the child in the evening. When I was young, I played games with them. Now I finally look forward to them growing up, so I don't want to raise another one.

Then the second brother Fang went on a hunger strike and stopped going to school. He said that without his younger brother, he was hopeless and couldn't drink water. He was going to die and asked his mother to buy a game console to be buried with him.

Fang's mother tried to persuade him, but he refused to eat. Fang's father beat him, but he even refused to eat.

With no other choice, the two of them could only use their connections to bring Fang Zichen back.

Perhaps because he is nearly forty, he has more desire for children and is more patient. Fang Zichen stayed at the police station for three days. After he got it back, Fang's mother saw how cute he looked and the nanny wouldn't let him hug him. , Brother Fang wouldn't touch him, and would take him into his room to sleep at night.

At the full moon, Fang's father named him Fang Zichen.

In the morning and sunset, the new sun rises. Father Fang hopes that he will be energetic, positive, optimistic and cheerful.

Fang Zichen was well protected by his family. Before he was three years old, he either wandered around the villa area or went to play in the military compound. Everyone outside knew that the eldest son of the Fang family had adopted a child, and he was very pampered. He wanted the stars but not the moon. The elder and the younger protect him closely, but no one knows what the child looks like.

It wasn't until Fang Zichen was three years old that he made his debut in front of everyone.

It was Grandma Fang's sixty-sixth birthday, not a big birthday. The family originally wanted to keep it small, but there were so many guests, so they ended up renting a restaurant.

Fang's father and mother were busy greeting the guests, so they asked Brother Fang and Brother Fang to take Fang Zichen with them.

There is no need to introduce him deliberately, everyone knows at a glance that the only person who has the honor of being protected and coaxed by the two young masters of the Fang family is the legendary adopted son of the Fang family.

Fang Zichen is wearing a three-piece suit with a bow at the collar and a pair of shiny leather shoes. He has red lips and white teeth and is clean and looks like a mixed-race doll. He is held in Brother Fang's arms and can see Brother Fang's chest. He put a brooch on and said it looked good. He just wanted to praise it, but Brother Fang thought he liked it and took it off for him to play with.

Fang Zichen ate a lot and couldn't sit still. He ran out all afternoon at noon. Brother Fang was afraid that he would be hungry, so he asked him to sit on the small sofa and said that he would get small cakes and drinks for him.

There are surveillance cameras everywhere in the restaurant, and all the people who come here are people from the circle of parents, uncles and grandfathers. Brother Fang is not afraid of losing people.

Brother Fang went to play. Fang Zichen was bored by being alone, so he played with the brooch in his hand. There was a small diamond on it, which was glowing with light. Fang Zichen buckled the buckle. When he saw that he couldn't buckle it off and couldn't bite it, he took it with his foot. Go step on it.

He didn't think his behavior was anything serious. He had eight or nine similar small diamonds, and they were all bigger than this one. His second brother once told him that these shiny, shiny things were glass beads, not anything else. Let him play with valuable things as he pleases.

The ladies across from him frowned when they saw his behavior.

"Is he Mr. Fang's adopted son?"

"That's right. I saw Mr. Fang holding him just now!"

"He's quite cute. No wonder the whole family loves him."

"He's got a brooch worth more than three million yuan to step on. "The Fang family is really arrogant!"

"I don't know what Mr. Fang and Mr. Wei are thinking. They already have two children, and they have adopted a boy. They are not afraid of him snatching the family property in the future."

Someone looked around. , seeing that no one was paying attention here, he said: "I heard that Mr. Fang picked him up from the trash can."

"Is it true?"

"People in the circle say so, I don't know if it is true. " I thought it was from a regular orphanage. If it was picked up from the trash can, did they take the child to check?" "There shouldn't

be anything wrong with it!"

"He's pretty good!"

"You don't understand, these days are chaotic, and those men and women are very open-minded. You didn't see Lao Qin's family a few days ago. I heard that his daughter is only a junior, she loves to play, and she often hangs out in nightclubs. Pao, she got pregnant out of wedlock, and the child was also infected with AIDS. You see, this child has fair skin. I heard he is three years old, but he is so short. I think there is probably something wrong with him."

"I also think he should be. What's the problem? Otherwise, why would his biological parents throw him in a place like that?"

"What are you doing raising a child like this? If you really want to raise one, why don't you just go to the orphanage and get one? If you pick one up from the trash can, you won't do it ! "Unclean."

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Most of the children who are abandoned, except for a few who cannot afford to raise them and are forced to abandon them, are mostly because of defects.

When they saw Fang Zichen as a child, they thought he couldn't understand and spoke unscrupulously. They were all wondering why he was abandoned at such a young age, why his parents didn't want him, and whether he had any physical illness and could be adopted by the Fang family. It can be regarded as eight lifetimes of luck.

That tone, that expression, those pointing fingers, malicious speculations, and the jealousy caused by envy are not painless, but become the most advantageous knife for cutting out Fang Zichen's flesh and blood.

He never knew that he was adopted. He was a little confused at first. After the shock, he became numb and felt a pain in his heart like being stabbed hard by needles.

He didn't have a stage where he could slowly accept this fact. He suddenly knew the truth. Before he could recover, the violent storm hit him directly and overwhelmingly.

The lights in the lobby are extremely bright.

He was stripped naked, thrown at the feet of the crowd, and judged like an inferior product.

The group was still talking when Brother Fang suddenly appeared and threw the tray towards them.

Brother Fang happened to come back. When he saw this scene, he rushed over: "What the hell, brother, what are you doing? What happened?"

Brother Fang was twelve years old at the time. He was tall and thin, but his facial features were extremely... Deep down, he is the eldest son of Fang, and he has been trained according to the requirements of the heir since he was a child. Although he is young, he is very aggressive and has a cold temperament, which scares the other party to death.

He knows the weakness of the second brother Fang, and he is also the best at instigating others. He talks little and seems not to care about anything, but Fang Zichen knows that most of the reasons why his second brother was beaten by Mr. Fang were due to the instigation of the elder brother Fang: " They are bullying the younger brother."

"What!" Brother Fang turned around and saw that Fang Zichen's eyes were unfocused and he looked at a loss. He didn't care about anything and bumped into the ladies on the opposite side.

This matter was a bit big. The other party's family background is not as powerful as the Fang family. Even though the cake was thrown at him by Brother Fang, most of his body must have been dirty, and he was grabbed by Brother Fang like a spoiler. He was not seriously injured, but he was still extremely embarrassed and embarrassed. .

Fang's father hugged Fang Zichen, pressed his head to his chest, and asked Brother Fang. Knowing the whole story, he forcefully demanded that he apologize to Fang Zichen.

Apologizing to a child, some people can't lose face, and they feel that the two families still have business cooperation. Although the Fang family dotes on this adopted son, it is just like they dote on their pets at home. Usually when they are bored, they just hold him and rub him in their arms. When he was busy, he kicked away the dispensable gadget and said, "Mr. Fang, we didn't mean it."

"Yes, we just said a few words casually. We really didn't mean it.

" The mother directly picked up the red wine and poured it over them.

In Fang Zichen's eyes, the words 'not intentional' were equated with 'not sincere', and the effect was equivalent to 'so you should forgive me'.

Because it was not intentional, so what does it matter if I say a few words.

After returning from the dinner, Fang Zichen felt a little depressed.

Fang's father and mother would not think much of him like this when it came to Fang's second brother, Ma Daha. However, Fang Zichen was still young, but he was very smart.

The family members no longer dared to hide the truth from him and tell the truth.

After that, Fang Zichen behaved as if nothing was wrong. Although Fang's mother and father also loved him and treated him no differently than his biological parents, the fact that he was abandoned was still like a thorn in his throat, and he couldn't swallow. He couldn't even spit it out, and it made him uncomfortable.

His mother, why did she abandon him?

Why throw him in the trash can like garbage?

Did she ever think about leaving a way for him to survive?

Probably don't want to.

If that woman had any affection and compassion for him, she would not choose to leave him in that place.

There were so many places to throw in the orphanage, beside the highway, and in the garden, and there were so many decent ways to throw it away. Why did he choose to throw it into the trash can like useless and dirty garbage?

Why give birth to him if you don't want it?

Fang Zichen was resentful and brooding about the woman he had never met before.

But he would restrain his emotions and pretend to be honest. He would act indifferent and want to deceive everyone - his optimism concealed inferiority and weakness.

That night, those people pointed at him with disdainful expressions, which he remembered deeply in his mind.

What kind of words, without any derogatory insults, can be remembered for a lifetime. Just say 'it wasn't intentional'.

Grandpa told him that a real man should not have low self-esteem and be weak. He should be like iron, flexible and indestructible. If others shake their fists at him, it will hurt him.

He felt that this was quite reasonable, so he locked these two emotions in a small box and did not allow himself to come into contact with anyone. After that, he forced himself to continue to learn, constantly enrich himself, and wanted to make himself To become excellent, he just thinks about whether one day, if he meets that woman, she will regret it when she sees his excellent appearance.

But he was only three years old at that time, and a series of changes made Fang's father and mother aware of the abnormality.

After secretly observing him for a period of time, Fang's mother contacted her sister who had been working outside for many years.

When Fang's mother said she would take Fang Zichen to the hospital, Fang Zichen was quite happy.

Most children are afraid of going to the hospital and are frightened by people wearing white coats.

But in the city hospital, the doctors in the emergency department were frightened when they saw Fang Zichen.

When Fang Zichen was almost three years old, his grandmother said she missed him, so Fang's mother sent him to the military compound. Within two days of living there, Fang Zichen started having sex with a military dog.

One man and one dog fought fiercely. The military dogs were well-trained and would not bark randomly. They also had strong combat capabilities. Normal adult men would generally not be opponents.

When grandma and grandpa heard the dog barking, they were still puzzled. When they went out, they saw that Fang Zichen was holding down the military dog, which was almost one meter tall, biting its belly.

He was scratched by a military dog ​​on his arm, so his grandparents took him to the emergency room. On the way, his grandfather kept praising him and happily said that he was so great at a young age and that he was a good young soldier. He didn't cry even when he was injured. , is a brave little man, and his little sweet grandson is the most powerful, number one in the world.

After the wound was bandaged and vaccinated, his grandparents teased him with toys, trying to divert his attention.

The doctor covered the syringe. When the needle penetrated the skin, Fang Zichen suddenly jumped up from the bed, jumped on the doctor's hand and bit it.

Grandma was so frightened that she thought he was suffering from rabies and wanted to break him off, but she couldn't break him off or persuade him to come down.

They hurriedly called Fang's father and Fang's mother. It wasn't until they arrived that Fang Zichen was still like a monkey, with his limbs firmly grasping the person's arm. Fang's mother hugged him, and he relaxed and slipped out of her arms and rushed When he got to the door, he opened his arms to block the door: "Mom, Dad, call quickly, there are bad people here who stab children with needles."

...

Wei Lihua has been engaged in psychological consultation and treatment for more than 20 years and has treated countless patients.

On this day, she received the most special patient in her career.

Three years and two months old, her little nephew.

Fang Zichen was very happy to see Wei Lixia because Wei Lixia bought him a limited edition Transformers.

Wei Lihua talked with him and saw that he didn't seem to have any problem.

But Fang's mother said he had it.

Wei Lixia asked her assistant to take Fang Zichen out to play, and after closing the door, she asked: "Sister, do you think something is wrong with him?"

"I think he has been in a low mood recently, a little depressed."

Fang Zichen just took the gift and was smiling through his teeth. He didn't see his eyesight, and his speed was so fast that Wei Lixia didn't see where he was depressed.

"It's true," Fang's mother was very anxious: "His appetite has not been very good recently. He only eats two chicken drumsticks and a bowl of rice at one meal. He has lost a lot of weight. His father and I are so worried that we didn't fall asleep for several nights."

Wei Lixia: "..."

A three-year-old child has two chicken drumsticks and a bowl of rice in one meal, and still has no appetite?

Mother Fang was sure that Fang Zichen was depressed. Wei Lixia had no choice but to ask Fang Zichen to come in and ask slowly.

"I think I've been very annoyed recently." Fang Zichen said.

The three-year-old said it was annoying, which was a bit laughable.

In order to give him a good childhood, Fang's mother didn't let him go to the kindergarten so quickly or let him do anything. He could buy whatever he wanted and had no worries about food and clothing. Everyone in the family pampered him like a little emperor. Wei Lixia didn't I know what bothers him, and I even think that he may not understand the meaning of the word 'annoyed'.

But chatting with Fang Zichen, she slowly changed her mind. Fang Zichen has the innocence and innocence that a three-year-old child should have, and also has a rigorous thinking beyond this age.

He spoke logically, and he could understand some slightly esoteric words. The assistant was a beautiful foreign woman. She knocked on the door and came in to bring him a glass of milk. Fang Zichen sat in Fang's mother's arms, shaking his legs, saying thank you to people and praising her. A few words, saying that she has temperament and is very beautiful.

He always has a sweet mouth, this is something everyone knows.

Mother Fang and Wei Lixia were stunned.

He actually speaks English.

Although they had taken their children abroad before, they did not let Fang Zichen come into contact with outsiders. The nannies at home were all Chinese and had not gone to school. How could Fang Zichen do this.

When the two asked, Fang Zichen said that he learned it from his eldest brother and Secretary Luo. If you listen to what they said, you will know how to do it, and it is not difficult.

This child was smart beyond imagination, and Fang's mother was excited and proud.

After chatting for another two hours and touching on what happened that night, Wei Lixia realized that what Fang Zichen cared about was actually the fact that his biological mother threw him in the trash can and made him laugh.

No one expected that Fang Zichen would be so good-looking at such a young age.

Wei Lixia said that there was nothing wrong with the child, he just wanted to save face, and if he should not mention this matter again in the future, he would not be depressed.

Fang Zichen hated his biological mother's scumbag behavior, so he vowed not to be a scumbag. If he did, he would be shot.

Fang's father directly cut off cooperation with the ladies who talked about Fang Zichen that night and blocked them in the business field. He acted decisively, but he had never been so ruthless. This approach quite drove people to a dead end. Those people came to him for help, but he refused, so they went to see Mr. Fang. The old man only said, "It's gentle." By bullying our family, he is digging his own grave.'

At this point, everyone knows that Fang Zichen's life experience is a taboo. It is impossible to talk about it, let alone offend him. He is really favored.

...

Fang Zichen originally wanted to save some face for them and not be so cruel for the sake of the village chief, but then He Huihui's words "My mother didn't mean it" completely pissed him off.

The anger went straight to his forehead, and then found an opening.

She had such an experience when she was young, so Fang Zichen was particularly angry when He Huihui called him a bastard in front of the good boy.

He didn't know if Guaizi understood something, and he couldn't imagine how he felt when He Huihui called him a bastard to his face. Was he like himself when he was three years old? Fang Zichen only remembered that night When I asked this question, I had that anxious, cautious, confused and aggrieved little expression.

Thinking back on it now, he still felt the sourness and pain that was so devastating that he couldn't express it in words.

Why would he say that to his child?

That was Fang Zichen's son, and he was reluctant to give it a beating. Why did He Huihui dare to speak rudely to his son?

She wasn't looking for scolding.

The helper's son was so angry that he felt refreshed and wandered home, only to find that Guai Zai and Brother Zhao were back.

Chapter 188

"Where have you been?" Brother Zhao asked when he saw him.

"I'm not going anywhere! Just strolling around." Fang Zichen was happy to see Brother Zhao, but he didn't see anyone all morning, so he was thinking hard: "Why are you back? Do you feel my deep longing?" Brother Zhao

chuckled and pushed him away gently: "I'm not serious."

"Don't you just love how I am not serious?" Fang Zichen leaned over again and blew into his ear. Brother Zhao trembled, and was as thin-skinned as ever. He glared at him and pushed him into the kitchen with a blushing face: "Go and eat quickly."

After going out for a verbal spat, Fang Zichen was also starving.

Uncle He picked out the duck, and Brother Zhao went out to help. The ducks were originally sent to the town, and they were sold directly in the store. In the morning, Brother Zhao went to the store to have a look. The roast duck business was still very good. , Li Yanmei said that recently she saw some people making pumpkin cakes and selling them. The pumpkin cake business in the store was not as good as before, but it was not too bad.

Brother Zhao had already expected the blood sausage thing. There is no skill in making this cake, and it will be a matter of time before you learn it.

However, the pumpkin cakes are sold in their store, and the asking price is not high. Other vendors want to compete with them, unless they charge two cents a piece, but if it costs two cents, there will be no profit, and they have to add money to the cake. It's a small profit but quick turnover route. At the same price, most customers regard it as a 'time-honored brand'. When they come to buy, they just bring back half a catty of roast duck or a bottle of hot sauce.

Only in the morning when there are a lot of customers and the queue is too long, people will choose to buy one or two from other vendors.

There weren't many pumpkins left in the store, so Brother Zhao didn't pay much attention. The custom-made pot was delivered. Brother Zhao planned to make roll noodles. Yesterday, he asked Brother Zhou to buy some glutinous rice to soak it in. Today Lin Xiaoxia had already ground it, and it looked like rice milk. Brother Zhao brushed some rapeseed oil on the flat plate, scooped two spoons of rice milk into it, and then put it on hot water to scald.

"Are you preparing to make new food?" Brother Zhou helped and added two firewood to the stove.

"Well!" Brother Zhao was busy preparing the fillings: "Try it first to see how it tastes. If possible, sell it in the store."

Brother Zhou said: "This is also from your husband's hometown . Let's eat!"

Brother Zhao talked to him about everything and had nothing to hide: "Yes, otherwise how would I know this?"

He is just a village boy and can only cook a few dishes.

Brother Zhou knows what he means by being modest. He still understands Brother Zhao's craftsmanship. Although he doesn't know how to cook much, he can make the same boiled dishes better than others. This is considered a skill.

There are many fillings that can be put in the roll noodles. Brother Zhao only asked Lin Xiaoxia to buy two. He planned to make leeks and carrots, put some lean meat in them, add some mushrooms and dried shrimps to taste, and stir-fry them. , after the rice milk is cooked and turned into a skin, spread the filling inside and roll it up, and it is ready.

He made six strips and ate them by himself, with plenty of fillings. Each strip was as big as a child's arm and about ten centimeters long. He also added specially prepared sauces and hot sauce. The combination of red and white looked inexplicably interesting. Appetite, he asked Brother Zhou and others to taste it and give an evaluation.

It was eaten fresh, and the meat was added. It was so delicious that everyone didn't care about burning it. After finishing it in a few bites, they still felt it was not enough. They all said it was delicious, but they just frowned and said nothing.

Brother Zhao smiled and asked her, "What do you think of Jiaojiao?"

"I don't know." Jiaojiao licked the basin and licked up all the juice on it before shaking her head and saying, "It's too little, I haven't eaten it yet." The taste is gone. Uncle Zhao, can you make three more for me? I think I can taste it if I eat three more."

Brother Zhao: "..."

He finally understands. No wonder. Fang Zichen said that this child is amazing, and she has the demeanor of her father at such a young age. He was almost full after eating one.

The rolled noodles are delicious. Brother Zhou thinks they will be easy to sell. I was worried that the pumpkins were sold out and I don't know what to sell. It's a pity that such a big store only sells so much chili sauce and roast duck. Now Brother Zhao has launched a new food. He was relieved.

After Lin Xiaoxia's family arrived, Brother Zhao felt much more relaxed.

Lin Xiaoxia mostly does preparation work in the backyard, while Zhao Geer is responsible for cashiering and selling roast ducks.

In the village, you don't necessarily know how to kill a chicken all year round. Brother Zhou is very good at chopping pigs and grass, but his knife skills are not very good at chopping ducks and he does it slowly. I originally wanted Lin Xiaoxia and Li Yanmei to come, but these two people don't know what to do. The thing is, the moment I touch the knife, my whole body changes. It's like I've changed into a different person. His temperament is like that of a gangster, which is inexplicably intimidating. With that look, I feel that if I get close to him, I'll be fucked like the roast duck on the chopping board. He came with two knives, and when guests came, they would stay away if they saw them holding knives. If they dared to come up to buy, there was no other way, Brother Zhao could only bear it.

With Brother Zhou and the others in the store, it wasn't too busy, so Brother Zhao took Guaizi home.

Fang Zichen only went to work in the afternoon. Xiaofeng's health was not yet healed, so he had to go back and prepare lunch for the two of them.

Last time, Li Yanmei said that the well in the courtyard had no water recently, and it had rained a lot. It rained most of the time in winter, but the little rain fell as if it were raining. She put a basin in the yard to catch it, and it didn't even take a full scoop for half a month. In summer, it is drier.

Killing a duck requires waste water, it involves boiling and pulling out, and then you have to open the belly and clean out the intestines. It can't be done without more than a dozen buckets of water. Zhao Geer thought about it and his family was more spacious, so he decided to do it at home. .

Seeing him busy tying up the duck, the good boy ran in and out of the kitchen holding his pockets.

"Father~"

"Well," Fang Zichen waited for him to get between his legs, then took a piece of meat and handed it to him: "Would you like to eat it?"

The good boy loves meat, so he wouldn't refuse, so he ate it with his chopsticks. , chewed it twice, stretched his neck to swallow it, picked up his outer pocket, and took out half of the rolled powder from the small pocket of the second piece of clothing: "Father, here you go."

Fang Zichen: "..."

The roll noodles were so rotten that I couldn't eat them just looking at them.

And this thing is so greasy, how can you put it in your pocket?

Every time the good boy eats delicious food, if Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen are not around, he will eat half of it and leave the other half for them.

He didn't listen to what he said, fearing that Brother Zhao would lose it, so he deliberately hid it in his inner pocket.

The good boy held up the rolled noodles and looked at him expectantly. Fang Zichen was silent for a moment. He didn't want to let down the child's wishes. He scooped up a bowl of porridge, put the noodles in it, mixed it twice, and ate it directly.

It's not clean, you won't get sick after eating it.

The good boy raised his head and said, "Father, are you good?"

Fang Zichen touched his little face and said, "It's delicious. My son is filial! My father is very happy."

After receiving the compliment, the good boy smiled and threw himself into his arms. Li: "Next time, the good boy will be left with his father. If there are good things he wants to share with him."

Fang Zichen: "..."

That's not necessary.

Xiaofeng couldn't work yet, so Brother Zhao was afraid that he would be bored staying in the house, so he helped him go to the yard to bask in the sun.

Guai Zai let him hold the milk dog, and then ran to help.

The job of killing ducks sounds cruel, and Fang Zichen couldn't bear to let Brother Zhao do it. When he was not here, Brother Zhao had to do it, but now that he is here, it is natural for him to do it.

He asked Brother Zhao how to do it, and after hearing a few words, he thought it was simple. Brother Zhao helped grab the feet and wings, while Fang Zichen sharpened his knife and pinched the duck's neck. When the knife slashed, blood flew out. Once, Fang Zichen's hands trembled, and he quickly regained his composure.

After draining the blood, he threw the duck aside and prepared to kill the second one, but the duck stood up and ran quacking out of the yard.

Fang Zichen was stunned and almost dropped the knife in his hand: "...Is this a sperm?"

Brother Zhao said funny: "Ducks are like this. If you wipe their necks, they can still jump around for a while. "

Guaizi is here to help."

Guaizi ran out to catch ducks. This kid is 'a man who succeeds only when he fails'. Brother Zhao didn't dare to count on him and chased him out. As soon as he arrived at the courtyard gate, he saw Guaizi. Zai jumped towards the duck, and the duck's wings flapped him directly to the road.

"Ouch..."

Brother Zhao sighed and shook his head helplessly.

The good boy climbed up from below and stared at the duck angrily. He refused to let Brother Zhao help and had to catch it himself. After struggling for a long time, he waited until the duck was exhausted by him, then he dragged the duck in bravely and proudly.

Three people working together and nine ducks can probably be finished in two hours, but the two of them work as if they are playing. Fang Zichen plucks the duck feathers one by one, and the good boy plucks a handful here and there. Killing ducks also requires skills. If you pull them out incorrectly, the ducklings will have too many feathers. Brother Zhao feels tired just looking at them. He calls Fang Zichen to go and play. Fang Zichen is not happy, saying that he is the kind of person who wants to watch his husband busy. A person sitting on the sidelines?

Brother Zhao had no choice but to let him follow. Fortunately, Aunt Liu came over in the afternoon.

Seeing someone helping him, Fang Zichen washed his hands and went to work.

Brother Zhao didn't let Xiaofeng do it, so he sat aside and played with the dog. The puppy was still small and fluffy, so it was the cutest time. In addition, it was the only one in the village, so it was very popular with the children. .

Aunt Liu glanced at him and asked softly: "Brother Zhao, aren't you going to send this child back?" "

Yes!" Brother Zhao also said slowly: "I want to raise him."

Aunt Liu hesitated. Next: "This child is eight years old, and your business has started now. It's not a waste of effort to raise him, and he doesn't need his stutter, but can his mother and Liu Gouzi agree?"

Brother Zhao said: "They will agree." Seeing Aunt Liu frowning and about to open her mouth, he continued: "Even if I don't agree, I still have many ways to make them agree."

Fang Zichen was busy for half an hour, and after taking care of the good things, he went out for a walk.

When he came back in the evening, Brother Zhao saw that he had bought some more clay pots and some unrecognizable things. He blinked and leaned over: "Husband, who else are you trying to blow up?" Kitchen?"

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Fang Zichen was cleaning the jars when he heard the words and paused.

Is this guy really? Who do you think he is? Is he the kind of person who specializes in cooking?

Moreover, what's going on with Brother Zhao, he looks excited.

He was silent and said: "I'll make some gadgets for you, isn't it almost the Chinese New Year!"

"Oh~" Brother Zhao pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth sank slightly, got up and walked away in a dull tone, as if It's like being extremely disappointed.

Fang Zichen: "..."

Yu

Fang Zichen pulled him and coaxed: "Blow up people's kitchens too. Whose house do you want to blow up?"

Brother Zhao's eyes lit up, and there was joy in his voice: "The Ma family , I want to blow up the horse."

"The Ma family? Okay, blow him up."

Fang Zichen observed a moment of silence for the Ma family while grinding.

He went out for a walk a while ago and saw that the Ma family seemed to have built two new rooms. It would be good if they were built, otherwise he would not know what would happen.

In the past, King You of Zhou smiled for Bomei and played with the princes, but now the third young master of the other side bombed people in the kitchen, and Bofura smiled, as if it was no big deal.

But this will have to be blown up after the new year.

Early the next morning, the village chief and Wang Damei came over. Fang Zichen had already gone to work. They apologized to Brother Zhao. Aunt Liu had told Brother Zhao everything about the grain drying field. Looking at the village chief, Brother Zhao was very calm: "It's Aunt He who arranged for me. She has nothing to do with you. She should be the one to apologize."

How could Aunt He be willing to come? She was so embarrassed yesterday and the villagers didn't know what to say. Today She didn't dare to go out all day, and He Huihui was not in good condition, so she didn't dare to leave either.

This was not accepted, and the village chief sighed. He had given Aunt He a scolding yesterday. After hearing this, the old man was so ashamed that he felt that all his decades-old face would be lost by her.

The village chief wanted to call Aunt He to come over and apologize, but Aunt He refused to come. He was like a father, so he had to make a trip on his behalf.

Fang Zichen didn't accept the apology, and neither did Zhao Geer. The village chief had no choice.

Wang Damei pulled him to stop talking, and turned to talk to Brother Zhao about something else.

From Wang Damei's point of view, Fang Zichen and Aunt He had a falling out as soon as they had a falling out. It was not just about falling out with their own family, and judging others by themselves. If she was arranged like that, she would not be able to forgive it so easily.

Wang Damei has a cheerful temperament and gets along well in the village. Aunt He is not very good at it. She is powerful and has a reputation for being small-minded. When she was not married, she was very difficult to deal with Wang Damei. The village chief knows two words. He is a candidate for the next village chief. In fact, this village chief is nothing. He has no authority and no authority. He has some status in the village, but when he walks out, he is nothing.

Wang Damei's natal family was not very wealthy. After marrying the village chief, Aunt He always ordered her to work, saying that she was too high-ranking.

Even though she was her sister-in-law, Wang Damei was not vague when talking about her. After a long and lengthy explanation, she mentioned Feng

Zhao. Brother Zhao was surprised and said, "Feng Meihua is engaged?"

The Feng family had asked a matchmaker to come to their house before. Brother Zhao never told Fang Zichen, and the matchmaker and the Feng family never came to the door again. Later, he was so busy that Brother Zhao almost forgot about it.

"Yes." Wang Damei smashed two pumpkin seeds that Brother Zhao handed over. They were taken out from the pumpkin. They were washed and dried before being fried. They were considered a kind of snack. They were not expensive, and Wang Damei also I ate it: "I heard it was with the Guan family in the next village. There was a boy in that family. I heard he was 21. He used to work outside and just came back this year. The Ma family also invited a matchmaker to the Feng family before. , but the Feng family did not respond. "

Most people who love their daughters are not willing to marry their children out of the village. Even if they are just next door, if the husband's family is strict, they may not be able to see them even once a year. It doesn't matter whether the daughter's life is good or bad. Clearly, in the same village, Feng Meihua's mother was still a little excited when the Ma family's matchmaker came to her door, but when she thought of the virtues of the Ma family, that excitement disappeared in an instant.

Moreover, Fang Zichen is now standing up. We cannot be friends with him, and we must not be enemies with him. People in the village are now following Brother Zhao to make money. If he does not have a bad relationship with the Ma family, how can we not have contact with the Ma family? No contact.

If she marries her daughter to the Ma family at this juncture, wouldn't she be riding on the same boat as the Ma family and cheating on Fang Zichen in disguise?

That won't work. She has already planted two acres of land, and she just wants to use it to grow peppers next year!

In the past, Ms. Feng wanted to marry Feng Meihua to the town, but it was not easy to marry in the town. People with good conditions naturally wanted to find someone with better conditions, so she dragged her here and there. Feng Meihua was old enough, so she hired a matchmaker. When they went to Fang's house, Fang Zichen didn't respond. She thought her daughter was good in every possible way, but Fang Zichen didn't come to the door or invite the matchmaker again, so Feng understood that she was looked down upon.

Although it is a pity, it is also fate.

Wang Damei said: "I think the Feng family is okay. Although I invited a matchmaker to come to your house in the past, people always want to go to higher places. It is normal for the Feng family to have such thoughts, but Mr. Fang did not agree. People It's not like she's making a fuss, unlike my sister-in-law, who's a bit too bad. I don't know if she's evil or not."

Brother Zhao said nothing.

It's not that Fang Zichen disagrees, it's that Fang Zichen doesn't understand such a thing at all.

But it doesn't matter if you understand. My husband said that he only likes me. Thinking of this, Brother Zhao felt happy and chatted with Wang Damei more and more energetically.

Seeing him like this, Wang Damei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Brother Zhao doesn't sit down and have any grudges against their family, everything else will be easy to talk about.

The sun came out a few days ago, and it was just a warm day. It seemed to give people a breather. After the breath was relieved, the weather became colder and colder again.

It was freezing cold, and everyone wanted to eat something warm. Brother Zhao was worried that the roast duck would not be sold, but when he went to the store, he saw that the roast duck business was still good, but the supply was still in short supply. Even ten ducks a day were not enough to sell. It was a cold winter. With nothing to do, everyone started studying the food. Once the roll noodles were launched, they were no less popular than pumpkin pancakes.

But these two meals are a piece of cake. If you buy them back, you can make them by yourself after just a few bites.

Roast duck is different. Brother Zhao cooked it with aniseed ingredients, and the duck meat was delicious and fragrant. Some stores asked their chefs to do the same, but the roast duck they made never had the same flavor as what Brother Zhao sold. .

Moreover, roast duck is the most delicious when dipped in sauce. The sauce smells delicious from afar. Even if the roast duck is cooked but the sauce cannot be made, people would still rather go to Zhao Geer's shop to buy it.

Some bosses used their brains and wanted to buy money from Brother Zhao, but Brother Zhao didn't agree. This is a chicken that can only lay eggs, and he won't do stupid things like killing chickens to obtain eggs.

Although hot sauce is profitable, you can't put all your eggs in one basket.

Next year, his family will move to Yuanzhou, and he wants to sell roast duck again for Fang Zichen to study! Where can I sell it.

Some people didn't pay much attention to him. On the day the shop opened, Fang Zichen didn't invite anyone. In addition, he never showed up in front of the store. Some bosses saw that he was too soft, so they wanted to be tough and hired a few gangsters to come to threaten him. Before Fang Zichen came forward, Lin Xiaoxia came to the door with a knife.

Who dares to mess with a man who fights tigers? In addition to the fact that he was Fang Zichen's, everyone in Fu'an Town knew that Fang Zichen had a good relationship with several big bosses of gambling dens, dental shops, pawn shops, and some bosses in the gang. Don't you dare to make bad ideas again.

Yang Mutao wanted Brother Zhao to serve some roast duck as the main course at Zuixiaolou, but after thinking about it, he decided to invite Fang Zichen to go upstairs and ask questions first.

If you don't make money without making money, that's a stupid thing that only pigs would do.

Fang Zichen agreed, but Fang Zichen didn't even know how to sell roast duck or how much a kilogram cost. There was a plate of snacks on the table, which Yang Mutao didn't like, but every time he came, the fat master would bring a plate up. Fang Zichen lifted up his clothes He made a bag and poured half a plate into it: "You have to tell my husband about this, I don't know much about it. I'll help you find him."

Yang Mutao looked at the remaining snacks, shook his head and laughed.

Although Fang Zichen has the temperament of a child of aristocratic family, his behavior...

don't mention it!

After giving the snacks to Guai Zai and Jiao Jiao, Fang Zichen took Brother Zhao to Zuixiaolou.

On the way, he took out two pieces of snacks and gave them to Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao just thought they were all divided, but he didn't expect there would be any more.

He felt warm in his heart, and the shop was not too far from Zuixiaolou. Fang Zichen still took off his cloak and put it on Brother Zhao.

Brother Zhao took a bite of the snack: "Why did Mr. Yang call me over?"

"He wants to order some roast duck with you." Fang Zichen said, "There are only a few main dishes in the building. I have already ordered a few. A customer vomited, so he wanted to add a new dish. "

Brother Zhao didn't expect that the roast duck he cooked could attract Yang Mutao's attention: "Really?"

Fang Zichen turned to look at him: "I thought I was tall. He has a serious face."

Brother Zhao laughed: "I don't have a serious face, but I do have a scumbag face."

The two of them were talking and laughing. It was obvious from a glance that the couple had a great relationship, but they could not help the few around them. The little girl was so envious.

Although Yang Mutao doesn't take care of things much, he just checks the accounts at the end of the month. Shopkeeper Yang is busy with most of the big and small things in Zuixiao Tower, but when it comes to big things, Yang Mutao is still somewhat capable, otherwise Zuixiao Tower wouldn't have been able to dominate for so many years. .

If it were an ordinary person, Yang Mutao would be able to cut off the opponent's price by bargaining, but today he was facing Brother Zhao, and Fang Zichen was watching eagerly from the side, so he cut off two cents.

Brother Zhao was selling 26 cents per catty in the store and gave Yang Mutao a base price of 24 cents per catty.

To say it was a low price was just to deceive Yang Mutao.

Duck meat has no oil and is not as expensive as pork. Pork costs eleven or twelve cents per catty, while duck meat only costs eight cents per catty. Brother Zhao made roast duck and tripled the price in one go.

In the village, everyone would definitely be reluctant to buy it. If they wanted to eat it, they would rather buy a live duck back. It is all duck meat, so they don't have to spend so much money.

But the people in the town are very generous. We don't eat it every day. We buy it once in a while. For more than 20 cents, everyone is willing to give it up. Although it is a bit expensive, we buy it back live and remove the hair and those things in the belly. In fact, half a kilogram of inedible shit has gone away, and killing the duck is troublesome, so everyone is still willing to buy roast duck.

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According to Fang Zichen's previous teachings, Brother Zhao felt that Zuixiaolou was taking a high-end route, targeting big bosses and senior officials, while they themselves were taking a civilian route, and there was no conflict between the two customers. Cooperating with Zuixiaolou is a win-win situation.

Yang Mutao orders 30 pieces every day, and his store will increase the number recently, so he will make almost 60 pieces a day.

I will definitely be too busy by myself, so I have to hire someone.

The job of killing ducks is not too difficult, it is very easy, just move your fingers, sixty and six people can finish it in most of a day.

Brother Zhao first went to ask Aunt Liu if she could do it. The salary was thirteen cents a day, so she would do it in the morning and noon.

Aunt Liu is not in good health and cannot do heavy work, but she can do light work.

"Do it, why don't you do it."

She knew that Brother Zhao intended to take care of their family, and would always think of them immediately when something good happened. If Fang Zichen passed the college examination, the family would move to Yuanzhou. Such a good thing But it's gone.

It was already difficult for a woman to find a job, and since she was getting older, it was even more difficult. Now that there was work to do, she had to do it.

If you can earn a little now, just a little.

Brother Zhao went to Uncle Liu and his daughter-in-law Liu, and went to the patriarch's house to find one. These were all good. When he came back last time to chop spicy sauce, there were two husbands who worked very quickly. Brother Zhao went there to find them. , chatting about things, and chatting about household matters, the day has passed.

He had full authority over this matter, and Fang Zichen didn't interfere.

He came back today carrying a big baggage again. Brother Zhao thought he had come back from a robbery somewhere.

He stepped forward to take it, but it was a little light.

Xiaofeng's wound is getting better, and he has been able to do some light work at home recently. He moved a little for a while, and when the muscle pull involved the wound, it would hurt, and he might even bleed. It still hurts now, but he can tolerate it. He couldn't sit still as soon as he got well, and couldn't do heavy work, so he always rushed to wash vegetables, wash dishes and sweep the yard.

After dinner today, he went back to the house to make the bed, and Fang Zichen knocked on the door and came in.

"Fang, Uncle Fang, ah..." He exclaimed, and after his eyes fell on Fang Zichen's hand, he couldn't move away, and his expression became excited.

Fang Zichen shook the half-human tall, pink, chubby long-eared bunny doll in his hand: "Do you like it?"

Xiaofeng forgot to stutter, and his face turned red with joy: "I like it, I like it!"

"Then I'll give it to you. " Fang Zichen threw the doll to him: "I originally wanted to buy you a live one, but I saw that its urine seemed a bit smelly, so I didn't buy it for you. "

He regretted buying the sheep first, and then he bought the dog. I also regret it. Dogs don't have to eat grass. They eat what humans eat. But Ershi has to be hugged and carried every day. When Brother Zhao is too busy, he asks him to give the dog a bath and shovel shit for it. After shoveling it once, it will be fumed. He couldn't eat for three days and three nights, and his handsome face looked very haggard.

Raising a dog is almost the same as raising a son who doesn't understand human language and urinates everywhere.

At noon that day, he squatted in front of the rabbit stall for a long time, bargaining with the boss for half the sky-high price. In the end, when he was still hesitating whether to buy it, he was dissuaded by the rabbit's urine.

When he left, the middle-aged man was still holding a pole and wanted to hit him.

Xiaofeng hugged the doll tightly. The material of this doll was soft, skin-friendly and delicate, and it felt silky and smooth. It was stuffed with cotton and was chubby. Tutu's facial expression was cute, cute and lifelike. Xiaofeng liked it very much. .

He likes rabbits because he picked one up in the mountains when he was six years old. He had no friends and was full of grievances with no one to talk to, so the rabbit became the one he talked to. He needed someone who could listen to him so much that he couldn't Disliking him as someone who stuttered and became impatient even after hearing something, he secretly kept him in the woodshed and treated him as a dependent companion. However, only two months later, Liu Gouzi discovered him. After killing the rabbit and eating the meat for nothing, he called Feng over and slapped him without saying a word.

The reason was because the rabbit's urine in the woodshed was so smelly that he said he was being smoked. The other reason was that Xiaofeng dared to touch him, which made him very unhappy and felt provoked.

Although rabbits are cute, they are indeed not easy to raise. That day he said he wanted a rabbit, and Fang Zichen agreed without thinking. After a few days, Xiaofeng felt a little disappointed when he saw that he didn't even buy one. But he knew that he was living under someone else's roof, and that Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao were willing to take him in and give him a place to stay, so he should be grateful. He was not qualified to ask for anything, he couldn't ask, and he shouldn't ask.

He thought Fang Zichen had forgotten it, but he didn't expect that he still remembered it.

Rabbit dolls don't need to be fed or peeed, and you can hold them to sleep at night, which is even better than a living rabbit.

He was so excited that the boy rushed out of the kitchen. He had just taken a shower and his hair was messy and wet.

Before I saw the person, I heard his voice first.

"Brother just called Simo. Did you see a ghost bird? Don't be afraid. The good boy is here to mess with it. The good boy will help you knock it down. Wow..."

He braked and stopped at the door, his eyes shining brightly.

"Is this a rabbit? It's so big!"

"Yes, it's a rabbit." Xiaofeng stood the rabbit up to show him.

The good boy ran in, poked him carefully, and asked: "Can you give me a hug, good boy?"

The rabbit doll was taller and bigger than him. It was a little difficult for the good boy to hold it, but it was not difficult to see that he was too. Like it.

Xiaofeng pursed her lips and saw that he reluctantly returned the rabbit doll. He hesitated and struggled for a moment and said, "I, I don't want it anymore. Here

, here it is." When he was at Liu's house, Meng often told him that he was The elder brother has to take care of his younger brother, and let him take care of his younger brother. He can eat and live in Liu Gouzi, so he can't compete with his younger brother.

He didn't know what he wanted. He had nothing, but his brother had everything. He had never grabbed anything, but he still kept these words in his heart.

"Ah~" The good boy looked at the doll and then at Fang Zichen. Fang Zichen didn't say anything. Brother Zhao came at some point. After listening to Xiaofeng's words, he was about to say something when Fang Zichen shook his head slightly. Head down.

The good boy looked up at Xiao Feng, then looked down at the rabbit doll, frowned and thought for a while, then hugged the doll hard, then stuffed it into Xiao Feng's arms, then quickly looked away, and said decisively:

"Good boy, I don't want it. This is my brother's gift! You can't steal my brother's things. Also, good boy is a man. You can't ask for pink drops, otherwise he won't be a manly bird. If you look at it, I'll give him a few drops! Good boy has grown up." Big Bird, you can't have it."

"Really?" Fang Zichen clicked his tongue: "Then it seems that Ultraman, who I asked someone to do for you, has to go back."

The boy's eyes widened.

Fang Zichen walked out, and the good boy chased him out like a whirlwind. When he got to the room, he saw that Fang Zichen had collected his baggage and was about to walk out. He immediately hugged his legs with all four limbs and started to say good things.

The good boy said he didn't want a rabbit, but he wanted Ultraman. Ultraman is a man's toy, and he liked his father the most. Fang Zichen sat on the bed, and he climbed up in a hurry and got into Fang Zichen's arms. She hugged his neck tightly, pursed her watery mouth and kissed him repeatedly. Fang Zichen was so kissed that his face was drooled, so she stopped teasing him.

Brother Zhao helped him comb his hair, and he didn't care if it hurt a little. He hugged Ultraman and looked around.

It turns out that this is what Ultraman looks like!

The two eyes are as big as eggs, and they don't wear clothes, but they are so cool!

Fang Zichen drew these things on manuscript paper and asked the embroiderer to make them. Thinking that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, he also made one for Yang Mingyi. This boy usually has something in his mouth. Don't come close to me, or I will look at you. He looked like he was freezing to death, but when he saw his cat doll, he still couldn't move.

Yep, kids are kids.

Learn how to be a cold and cool male god like him.

Can anyone be a cool male god?

The good boy hugged Ultraman and rolled on the bed from the end of the bed to the end of the bed, and then from the end of the bed to the end of the bed. Even at that time, he was too excited to fall asleep.

His hair was not too long, just reaching his shoulders. It was filled with static electricity and looked like a ghost when it exploded.

Fang Zichen dragged him over: "Can father cut your hair tomorrow?"

In ancient times, although the body and skin were affected by parents, hair could not be cut. In fact, it is not that it cannot be cut, but it cannot be cut too short. If you don't cut it at all, From the time he was born until he was placed in the coffin, his hair would have been ten meters long!

Adults can't be shorter than shoulder length, but it doesn't matter if they are children. For example, if you live in a village, some homes are crowded, chickens and ducks are kept in the backyard and they are not tidied up diligently, and fleas are easy to get. When caring for livestock, it is easy to get stained. This stuff cannot be washed off, so most of the hair is cut off directly.

Some elderly people have old ideas and regard hair as a part of the body. They cannot cut it themselves, nor can others touch it.

However, such people are still in the minority.

Guaizi touched his head and felt a little troubled: "Father, do you want Guaizi to be a little monk? But Guaizi doesn't like knocking on small wooden fish. Guaizi wants to be a monk, and there is no meat to be a monk. So Guaizi is Barbie Q. "Yeah."

Fang Zichen: "..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Brother Zhao pinched his face and said, "Go to bed, it's very late."

Fang Zichen said he wanted to cut his child's hair today. The only pair of scissors in the room were too big, so Brother Zhao went to borrow one from Aunt Liu.

Fang Zichen found an old piece of clothing and put it around Guaizi's neck, and then went to the kitchen to find a bowl. Brother Zhao saw him place the bowl upside down on Guaizi's head. The big bowl couldn't be placed on Guaizi's head, and Fang Zichen I went back to the kitchen and got a plate. It was quite suitable and it was just right.

Brother Zhao had never seen this kind of operation

before: "Husband, you, do you really know how to cut?" Fang Zichen poked his waist and said boldly: "You have to believe in my skills. I have hired Teacher Tony to do it. Don't worry!"

Brother Zhao didn't understand what Tony was. He was a little tickled by him. He blinked and warned, "Just don't cut the child's ears."

Fang Zichen glared at him and said, "Can you speak?" I have been a professional beauty and hairdresser for more than 20 years, can I make such a stupid mistake?"