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Chapter 11 Making Money

The next day, Fang Zichen woke up and looked at Brother Zhao who was buried in his arms and still sleeping peacefully. He was stunned for a long time.

He slept with someone in his arms all night!

And it was still in an extremely awkward and intimate posture... He put his chin on Brother Zhao's head and held his waist. Brother Zhao was curled up, and the thin and small one was all curled up on him. In arms.

What's even worse is that...

something is wrong with his body. Fang Zichen's expression is confused, as if he is re-recognizing the world.

After he had that dream three months before he turned eighteen, he faced Brother Zhao again... again!

He was so embarrassed that his whole body was hot and red. As soon as he moved his arms, Brother Zhao's eyelashes moved and he opened his eyes.

He had just woken up and seemed to be out of sorts, and then he realized what he was doing.

Seeing Fang Zichen's expression was strange, he couldn't help but worry: "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Fang Zichen was a little embarrassed, so he used a move to escape, pushed Brother Zhao away and fled.

...

On the way to town, he felt his face was still hot. When Brother Zhao talked to him, his eyes were evasive.

Brother Zhao was sleeping in his arms, they were so close, did he notice?

The first brother said to others that you are my brother, and the second brother stood up in front of others. No matter what he thought, he was embarrassed.

His sudden avoidance left Brother Zhao a little overwhelmed. He tried his best to think about what he had done wrong.

Was he tired of hugging him too tightly last night?

Fang Zichen tried to talk several times but was dodged by Fang Zichen, so Brother Zhao didn't dare to speak anymore.

Xiaohe Village is part of Fu'an Town. It takes almost forty minutes to walk from the village to the town.

Rich people can spend two pennies to ride on the village chief's oxcart. Fang Zichen was penniless and could only strain his legs.

Before going out, Brother Zhao wanted to send the boy to Brother Zhou's house. Once they left, they didn't know when they would come back. Fang Zichen thought about it and still didn't want to bother anyone.

The boy was short and thin, with two legs. The legs are not as long as chopsticks. If they had some hair, they would be almost the same as monkeys.

Fang Zichen carried him on his back and set out before dawn. On the way, the village chief drove an ox cart over.

"Boy Fang, Brother Zhao, are you going to the town?"

Fang Zichen nodded: "Yes!"

"Come up, I'll take you there, the ox cart is going fast."

Fang Zichen looked towards the car, and there were people on the ox cart . It's so crowded that there's not even a place to stand. If you really go up there, you'll stand on top of people's heads?

He shook his head: "No need."

Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief as he didn't need to check documents when entering the town.

Xiaohe Village is poor. Fang Zichen originally thought that the whole place was poor, but he didn't expect that the town was really rich.

The streets are paved with blue bricks, spacious and extending in all directions, with shops on both sides. On market days, the streets are bustling with people, shouting and shouting, and the scene is lively and prosperous.

Fang Zichen came first, but Brother Zhao was no better than him. The two of them wandered around like blind men.

As noon approached, Fang Zichen felt hungry.

Fang Zichen sighed as the scent from the street stalls penetrated his nose.

The good boy was also hungry. He lay on Fang Zichen's back and looked at the wonton stall on the roadside with eager eyes, but he didn't cry.

The ancient system was incomplete and there was no place to recruit workers. If villagers wanted to find a job in the town, they would drag their acquaintances to find connections.

Seeing his grimace, Brother Zhao wanted to speak, but Brother Zhou's voice came from behind him.

Brother Zhou came to the town to sell vegetables. He went there one morning and had some vegetables left in his basket. He wanted to sell them somewhere else, so he met Brother Zhao.

"Do you want to go sell vegetables with me? We can go back together later."

Brother Zhao was about to shake his head when Fang Zichen had already spoken.

"Brother Zhao, take your good boy and go with him!"

Brother Zhao suddenly looked up at him.

Fang Zichen said: "It's hot. When the vegetables are sold out, you take the boy back first. It's noon, and the boy is probably hungry too. Go back and make him some porridge."

"I don't..."

Fang Zichen didn't tolerate it . If he refused, he would just put the good boy into his arms.

He turned around to leave, but his clothes were gently grabbed by someone.

The force was very light, like a breeze blowing by, and the corners of his clothes only shook slightly.

...It's Brother Zhao.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Brother Zhao looked at him, holding a small piece of his clothes and saying nothing, but his depression and panic were all reflected on his face.

Fang Zichen somehow remembered the words he shouted back and forth in his nightmare last night.

Don't go...

He was silent for a moment and then heard Brother Zhao ask him in a trembling voice: "You... will you come back?"

Fang Zichen comforted him: "Yes, there is not a hair on my body. No, where can I go! Don't worry."

Brother Zhao couldn't feel at ease even after receiving the promise. He looked back frequently as he followed Brother Zhou away, like a lonely soul.

Brother Zhou saw that he was absent-minded and said, "What are you worried about? Are you afraid that he will leave?"

Brother Zhao said nothing.

"I heard that he came from overseas, and all his money was robbed. He is not familiar with this place. Where can he go? Don't think too much."

Brother Zhao paused, Brother Zhou Pulling him, Brother Zhao said, "I want to find him."

"Are you stupid?" Brother Zhou said, "He asked you to sell vegetables with me just because he didn't want you to follow." Brother

Zhao lowered his head . , with a low tone: "I, I'm afraid that he doesn't know the way home."

"Hey!" Brother Zhou didn't understand what he was thinking. He sighed: "He is not a child anymore."

Brother Zhao can no longer find him . To the excuse.

If Fang Zichen really didn't want him to follow, even if he went back, it would only be annoying.

It's really hard to find a job in this town. Fang Zichen almost trampled Fu'an Town to pieces. He didn't see anyone recruiting workers anywhere. He thought about it and finally walked to the dock.

He arrived just in time. The cargo ship had just entered the port and was unloading its cargo at the moment.

Several men were busy carrying large bags, and there was a man next to him who was taking notes with a pen. Fang Zichen took a few glances and walked up.

"Uncle, are you still recruiting people here?"

Hearing this, the ship steward looked up at him.

Fang Zichen was wearing Hexi's clothes, which were not too new, but not too old either. Hexi was not taller but stronger than him, and the clothes were a little loose on his body, making his thin young body look even more frail.

The ship steward was very suspicious and glanced at Fang Zichen up and down: "Can you do it?"

It was a busy time these days, and there were indeed not enough manpower, but not to the point where everyone was needed.

Fang Zichen patted his chest: "Why not? As a man, you can't say no."

The ship steward laughed: "It's not that I'm looking down on you, my batch of goods is a bit heavy. Although the package is not big, it weighs hundreds of kilograms. Don't crush your little body." "Ah!"

"Can you give me a try? If not, I'll leave." Fang Zichen said, he has outstanding appearance, has been a good student and good son for more than ten years, and is experienced and soft-spoken, making it difficult for people to refuse.

"That's ok," the ship steward said, "You go and try it. If it works, you can do it here. I'll give you a penny for three guarantees. They all have the same price."

Three guarantees for one penny?

What kind of pie-in-the-sky thing is this?

Meat buns cost two cents, and you can buy a meat bun by carrying six packs...

Fang Zichen felt that his whole body was filled with endless strength.

The ship steward only found it funny when he saw him rushing to move the cargo.

He has been in charge of this dock for more than ten years, and he has never seen people like Fang Zichen... He always feels that he is extraordinary, carrying two bags, going back and forth several times, and then leaving without even asking for wages.

His hands were not busy, and he was thinking about Fang Zichen's confident expression with his chest slapping loudly just now, so he put down his pen and stared at Fang Zichen, and then slowly and unconsciously opened his eyes as he looked at it.

Fang Zichen tucked the two large bags under his arm, and his steps seemed to be flying. He moved back and forth several times, but he still didn't blush or breath.

The men next to him who were carrying big bags with him were also shocked.

When I first saw him coming to do this job, I was still laughing at him for overestimating his abilities, but the result...

What a guy.

Towards the end of the night, a boatload of goods was finally moved.

"Fang Zichen~"

"Come on, come on," Fang Zichen was particularly active when he was collecting wages, with a smile on his brows and eyes.

"Sixty-two cents," the ship steward handed over the copper plate and couldn't help but praise: "That's okay, kid. I've been in charge of this area for many years, and I've never seen anyone make so much in one day. Thirty cents is a huge amount." "Yeah, you kid, you can be successful in carrying a big bag!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

He doesn't want to be successful in this area.

I'll give you this opportunity, do you want it?

He stepped aside and didn't leave in a hurry. When the ship steward finished handing out the coins, he looked up and saw him holding a coin, looking at it front and back, turning it back and forth, looking very curious, and muttering in his mouth. He muttered something he didn't quite understand.

"Fuck, that's what copper plates look like! If I could go back and sell so many antiques, wouldn't I become rich overnight?"

He frowned as he spoke.

"But if I could go back...the New Year's money given by my parents, the company's stocks, the Maserati given by my eldest brother last year, the two high-end apartments given by my grandma...with a net worth of over 100 million, I would always be there So rich!"

The copper coins in his hand suddenly lost their flavor. Fang Zichen curled his lips, took out the small purse that Brother Zhao had given him in the morning, put the coins in them one by one, and planned to go home.

"Hey! Boy," the ship steward stopped him: "Are you coming tomorrow? I still need a few more people here."

Fang Zichen's eyes lit up: "Come on, why don't you come."

There was a bun shop at the gate of the city. Fang Zichen After a hungry day and a bulging wallet, I went in and bought two.

People are real these days, and the steamed buns are made solidly. Fang Zichen was full, and asked the boss to make four more. Satisfied,

when he walked back halfway, it was completely dark, and he could barely see the road under the moonlight. .

Before reaching the village entrance, he saw a man squatting at the intersection from a distance. The man's head was buried in his knees, a small lump. From a distance, he could only hear a faint sobbing sound.

To be honest, after experiencing the Uncle He incident, he seemed to be more courageous.

Fang Zichen calmly walked over quietly, and when he got closer, he realized that the man turned out to be Brother Zhao.

Chapter 12 Dissatisfaction

"Brother Zhao?" Fang Zichen walked over quickly, and his tone became darker after seeing Brother Zhao's red and swollen eyes.

"Why are you here? Are you still crying? Are you being bullied?"

Brother Zhao's legs were numb from squatting and he staggered twice when he stood up. Fang Zichen went to help him, but he grabbed him with his backhand. .

Brother Zhao held his hand firmly, lowered his head and said nothing.

Fang Zichen looked at him, blinked, and then realized, "You must be crying because you thought I would run away and you would be a widow."

"I..." Brother Zhao was speechless.

That's exactly what happened.

He had been waiting all afternoon, or since he separated from Fang Zichen. Unfortunately, he waited and waited until it got dark, but Fang Zichen didn't come back. He left his good boy at Brother Zhou's house and came to the entrance of the village alone. .

He didn't know that he wouldn't wait until he arrived, but when he left, Fang Zichen said he would come back, so he believed him.

Just because you are trustworthy doesn't mean you don't feel panic.

Especially when I had that dream again last night, I was always unsure.

Fang Zichen knew it by looking at his hesitation.

He only thought it was funny, and at the same time he had some indescribable feelings in his heart.

"I said I would come back," he comforted: "You and my good boy are here. Where else can I go? Even if I leave, I will take you with me."

They have long been tied together, no matter in what form, in Brother Zhao knelt in front of him. When he opened his mouth to marry him, they had become an inseparable part.

Brother Zhao tightened his hands and looked at him sideways, trying hard to make a promise: "Really?"

There was a nasal sound after crying in his voice, and there was undisguised expectation in his eyes when he looked at him. With such a sight, Fang Zichen couldn't say anything more.

He just nodded "Yeah".

Brother Zhao sniffed and couldn't help laughing.

He is nineteen years old. Even though he is the father of a child, Brother Zhao's facial features are still immature. He is not yet mature enough to hide all his good and bad emotions. His emotions are exposed and his thoughts are dry. It is clean and can be seen clearly at a glance.

Fang Zichen unconsciously raised his hand to wipe his face: "Next time, don't cry in a place like this. It's so late at night, it looks like it's haunted."

Brother Zhao: "..."

He felt sad in his heart My mood suddenly disappeared and I was a little angry.

"I bought you steamed buns," Fang Zichen changed the subject.

Brother Zhao was surprised: "Have you found a job?"

"Well!" Fang Zichen took off his wallet from his waist and handed it to him: "Look, what I earned in half an afternoon is not that great."

Brother Zhao only felt that the wallet Heavy.

He touched the slightly convex patchwork on the purse and was a little lost in thought. The purse was made from scraps that Madam Ma didn't need when she was making clothes for the New Year. The color was green and purple, which was very ugly. He carried a lot of it with him. Years ago, there had never been so many copper plates in it, and they were often spent before they were warmed up after just a few were installed.

In the past, he only felt that having copper coins in his wallet gave him a sense of security, but now it was different.

Brother Zhao returned the wallet: "You can take it!"

Fang Zichen thought for a while, took ten cents from it and put it in his palm: "I'll save this for you, I'll take the rest with me, and I'll go to work tomorrow. Come back to buy some things. It's too late today."

"Are you going tomorrow?"

"Well! The manager said there is a shortage of people these days."

"Can I come with you?

" She gave him the steamed bun and said, "Eat quickly!"

Brother Zhao pursed his lips and nibbled on the steamed bun.

The steamed buns are soft and soft, and there is a hint of sweetness on the tip of the tongue when you chew them carefully.

"It's delicious," he said.

After eating one, Brother Zhao refused to eat any more. He asked Fang Zichen to take it back and went to pick up the child from Brother Zhou's house.

The good boy became very attached to Fang Zichen after he came home and saw him. He didn't know if Brother Zhao said something to him or if this kid was born with a delicate mind. He didn't notice Brother Zhao's thoughts all day long. , he stared at Fang Zichen, as if he had become his tail, following Fang Zichen wherever he went.

The only clothes he could wear out were one set of clothes. Fang Zichen took a shower in the yard and put on the short-sleeved shirt he had worn before. Brother Zhao helped him wash the clothes.

Wring it out and hang it overnight, and you can wear it again in the morning.

Fang Zichen sat under the eaves and felt a little funny watching the good boy standing quietly next to him holding a steamed bun bigger than his face.

"Why have you been following me tonight?" Fang Zichen laughed at him: "Aren't you afraid that I'll jump you away with my fart?" The

boy clenched the bun in his hand and said, "Look at father."

There was no reason for his words, but Fang Zichen could I understand that he is not old, and he is not yet old enough to like children when he sees them, but he is inexplicably fond of the good boy. Maybe it is because he is too sensible and his life experience is too pitiful. He pulled the good boy between his legs, Holding him between his arms, he said, "Father is not going anywhere. Don't worry. Eat it quickly! Isn't the steamed bun delicious?"

"It's delicious." said the boy.

"Then eat quickly!" Fang Zichen pinched his face: "You poor boy, you are not as big as the village chief's piglet. From now on, when father makes money, he will try to raise you fat and fat, okay?"

Okay." The good boy became happy and took a small bite of the steamed bun. His eyes suddenly lit up, and then he put the steamed bun on Fang Zichen's mouth: "The steamed bun is delicious, and my father will eat it too."

Fang Zichen was comforted.

This child is so filial!

It's not a loss if you raise him.

"Eat it! I've already eaten it. This is for you."

"Thank you, father."

The boy is young and has a small appetite. He can only eat most of the steamed buns when he is hungry, and the rest is eaten by Zhao. Brother, put it away.

I was busy at noon, and Fang Zichen fell asleep almost as soon as he lay in bed at night. Brother Zhao looked at him and shouted softly twice to make sure that he would not wake up. After that, he carried the good boy into the bed and lay beside him. Brother Zhao Er seemed to still have lingering fears. He grabbed a small piece of Fang Zichen's clothes and stared at him for a while before closing his eyes.

Fang Zichen woke up before dawn the next day.

Brother Zhao heated up the steamed buns and handed them to him. Fang Zichen shook his head and said he wouldn't eat them. He would buy them when he got to town. When he went out, Brother Zhao carried the basket he borrowed from Brother Zhou's house last night when he picked up the boy. , follow him.

Fang Zichen only thought that he was going to collect firewood and follow the way, but when he arrived at the entrance of the village, Brother Zhao was still following him.

"Why are you following me?" Fang Zichen wondered.

Brother Zhao pinched the strap and whispered like a mosquito: "I want to carry the bag with you."

Fang Zichen clicked his tongue: "Just you?"

"I have strength and can do a lot of work." Brother Zhao said.

Fang Zichen made a gesture: "The bag containing the goods is so big, one bag weighs about a hundred kilograms. Are you sure you can carry it."

"Yes," Brother Zhao said, "How will you know if you don't try it."

Fang Zichen saw that he was a little unconvinced and remained silent without saying anything more.

He skipped a grade and entered the second year of high school at the age of thirteen. His grades were good, and his teachers often praised him. During class meetings, the head teacher often told the three idiots sitting in the back row to study hard like him. If he said too much, he would say yes. Students and bad students are naturally at odds with each other. The three pickpockets disliked him and often said he was short behind his back.

He was indeed not tall at that time, and was not as tall as his classmates who were fifteen or sixteen years old. At first, he didn't pay much attention to a few words, but those pickpockets became even more arrogant. In the end, they called him short directly in front of him without any scruples. He said he was a descendant of seven dwarfs. Although he didn't name him by name, his eyes and tone sounded like he was mocking himself.

Fang Zichen also had a bad temper, so he immediately replied: "Well-developed limbs, simple mind."

He was replied: "I'm really not as good as you, the essence is the essence."

Later in the physical education class, there was a hair racket on the court. He held the basketball and asked him: "You, after ten years of living, can you jump and touch the backboard?"

"Can you dunk in three steps?"

"Hey! No, you are short and have a small body. Can you lift the basketball first? ?"

Fang Zichen was furious.

He ran to the equipment room with great energy, hugged a basketball, and walked to the basketball court with great courage.

Facts have proved that practice is the only criterion for testing truth, and this is true.

That day he was ridiculed by Haosheng, and he was depressed for more than half a month. The chicken drumsticks that he had to eat every meal no longer tasted good.

Although in the end the three Diao Mao were beaten up by his eldest and second brothers together and even apologized to him, this incident seemed to have taken root in his memory and he could never forget it.

To cure this kind of dissatisfaction, persuasion is useless. Let him know clearly that he is not good for the last time, and he will be convinced.

"Okay!" He said. Brother Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and laughed. Fang Zichen took two steps, but suddenly stopped: "You came with me, what about the good boy?"

When he got up, the good boy was still there. Sleeping.

Brother Zhao pointed to the backpack and showed him: "He's in there!"

Fang Zichen said: "..."

The good boy huddled in the backpack, and the small one, like a puppy, moved to its nest. Still slept peacefully.

"My poor son." Fang Zichen said sincerely, "I feel wronged."

When we arrived in the town, the sun had already come out, and Fang Zichen arrived just in time to start work.

He took Brother Zhao and talked to the ship steward, but the ship steward didn't say anything. He just said that if he could do it, then he would do it.

Fang Zichen stuffed half a steamed bun into the boy and asked him to sit on the side with his basket on his back to wait. Then he took Brother Zhao to work.

When Brother Zhao was at Ma's house, he had to do a lot of work. Cooking, washing, carrying water, and feeding the pigs were all easy. He also carried firewood and carried pig grass. It was not that he was not tired at that time, but he was tired. There is no way, he is like a mule pushing the mill, someone is supervising behind him with a whip, and as long as he pauses for a moment, he will be whipped.

Carrying a big bag is different. It is really heavy. Hundreds of kilograms of weight are pressed on the shoulders, and the whole person seems to be crushed.

Fang Zichen saw him moving back and forth several times and was panting. When Brother Zhao pulled the big bag and was about to put it on his back, Fang Zichen stopped him.

"Stop carrying it, look at you, you have no flesh on your body."

Brother Zhao gasped: "Aren't you the same as me."

In terms of body shape, they are indeed the kind of young people who pull out their hair. The usual look, thin and thin.

"I'm not the same as you," Fang Zichen said, "Although I look lean, there are muscles between my bones. Do you know what people used to call me?"

"I don't know."

Fang Zichen said, "Yes . Some call me handsome guy, some call me brother Dali."

Brother Zhao didn't understand these words: "Handsome guy?

" The handsome ones are called Handsome Guys, and the ugly ones are usually called Daomao. "The third oldest

brother in my family." Fang Zichen said, " What about Brother Dali? Ask, I'm very strong. I used to move tables in school, carrying one in each hand, from the first floor to the sixth floor, without blushing or out of breath. My classmates said I was awesome." Brother Zhao didn't quite understand. , but judging from the way he was licking his lips, there was probably some moisture in it. "You stay here until I finish carrying it and we go back together." "Me too..." "Don't say goodbye," Fang Zichen pushed him away: "My family is poor, but we don't lack your ten A few articles. "" But the money . " ?" Brother Zhao didn't know what he thought of, his face turned red, he didn't dare to speak, and he went to Guaizi.

Chapter 13

Fang Zichen wanted to show off in front of Brother Zhao, holding two bags under his arm. If it weren't for the inconvenience of placing the big bag on his head, he would also like to imitate the Indian Asan.

Fang Zichen moved back and forth several times and shouted to Brother Zhao from a distance: "Did you see it? Did you see it?"

The sneer on his face was so obvious that Brother Zhao pursed his lips and turned his head away from him.

The good boy cheered, clapped his hands and said to Fang Zichen: "Father is tired of being hurt, father is tired of being hurt."

Fang Zichen was satisfied.

At noon, Brother Zhao went to buy some steamed buns and came back. After Fang Zichen finished work, the three of them hid in the shadow of the boat edge to rest.

Brother Zhao and Guaizi were eating steamed buns, their eyes were very bright, as if they were eating abalone and chicken gizzards. Fang Zichen was originally hungry, but for some reason he looked at them, father and son, and his heart was filled with excitement. Inexplicably a little sour.

He suddenly remembered that on the first day Brother Zhao came home, he pointed to the wild vegetables in the basket and said that he and Guaizi could eat that.

Thinking of stumbling upon those old scars on his arms.

Then I thought of him working profusely in the fields under the scorching sun for a few sweet potatoes.

It was not that he didn't understand that Aunt He was bullying him in the name of helping him, but the weight and unfairness of life crushed his spine and self-esteem. So much so that you have to pretend to be confused about many things and cannot care about them because you are not qualified or have the ability to care about them.

He would kneel down to express gratitude for any kindness that leaked out from other people's fingers.

The same goes for the good boy. At a young age, he followed Brother Zhao up and down the mountains and fields all day long. The other children at his age were all the treasures of the family, but he was just a piece of grass.

They lived a life that he had never imagined or could hardly imagine, because their lives were so difficult before, so now the two steamed buns actually feel satisfied.

Brother Zhao saw that he stopped after taking two bites, looked at him and asked strangely: "Why don't you eat? Are you too tired? Or are you thirsty and can't eat?"

He asked three times in a row, Fang Zichen He didn't know which situation was the reason why he couldn't eat it, or whether it didn't belong to any of them at all. He squeezed the steamed bun in his hand. It was not very soft. He suddenly wanted to ask Brother Zhao, what do you think? Were you having a hard time before? Have you ever thought about forgetting it? Do you feel so satisfied now?

There were so many questions that he wanted to ask, but he swallowed them alive when they came to his lips. Brother Zhao was so happy now. Why did he want to open the wound that he didn't know had healed? So when he finally spoke, he just said,

" My mouth is dry."

"Then let me buy you a bowl of porridge!" Brother Zhao said.

"No," Fang Zichen held him back: "I'll just ask the boat steward for some water. Do you and Guaizi want it?"

Brother Zhao turned to ask Guaizi, and then nodded.

Food is not included when carrying goods at the dock, but there is still water. The boat steward was very nice and would give him half an hour of rest at noon. He got up early in the morning, and Fang Zichen fell asleep while leaning against the boat with his arms around the boy.

The ship steward was resting in a stall by the dock. The stall owner was his distant cousin, and it was through this relationship that he was able to set up a stall here at the dock.

The stall owner was leaning against the door. He didn't know what he saw was interesting, and he suddenly laughed: "My son is so old, I didn't expect this couple to be so tired."

"What?" asked the ship steward.

"See for yourself," the cousin said: "The tall, thin and thin guy you just recruited yesterday is very good at carrying big bags. He is so lucky. How different is he from my mother-in-law. Hey, he was married for only six years. Now look at it. My eyes were as wide as those of a cow. If I had gone for the last conscription, she might have been married three times when I came back in two years."

The ship steward smiled and didn't comment. He sat at the door and saw Brother Zhao from a distance. Brother Zhao kept fanning Fang Zichen with his hand. Fang Zichen seemed uncomfortable sleeping while leaning on him. Brother Zhao supported him and let him rest on his lap.

From a distance, he could see Brother Zhao looking at Fang Zichen for a moment, as if he was carefully describing his features, his eyes were gentle, and there was a slight smile in them.

Brother Zhao has a round face and big eyes. People who are not familiar with him will always subconsciously feel that this child is honest and docile. Fang Zichen is different. He always has a very contradictory feeling about him. He also looks like a well-behaved child when he smiles. Yes, but if you don't speak or if you feel upset, your temper will show on your face. You can tell that he is a child raised by his family. He has a good temper but also a big temper. He is very talkative. He came here for half the afternoon yesterday, and most of the men who carry big bags here are familiar with him.

The ship steward always felt that if Fang Zichen had more money in his pocket, he would be able to give Brother Zhao a sister or brother in a short time.

He looked at it for a while and said, "You are indeed blessed."

"No," the cousin looked at the family in the distance and frowned slightly: "That boy doesn't look like a man in the village, and he doesn't look like that."

Big , look at the child sleeping on his belly. Although he looks a little small, he should be about two or three years old! He got married at a young age, and he may not be able to bear loneliness. No matter what those things are," the ship steward said, "it's because

he's not familiar with the person." "I just feel sorry for that guy." He changed the subject and laughed again: "But that guy is also a talent, I see. My brother's eyes were so hot that he was staring into holes, and he was still sleeping like a pig. "

As it neared the start of work, the workers came back one after another. Most of them were like Fang Zichen. If your home is far away, just find a place to lie down, and if your home is in a town, go back.

The noisy sounds filled his ears. Fang Zichen wanted to turn over, but then he subconsciously thought of something and stopped abruptly.

He opened his eyes and met Brother Zhao's gaze before he could look away in time.

Fang Zichen blinked. Brother Zhao's face was a little red, and he felt guilty inexplicably. He forced himself not to move his face away: "You're awake and ready to go to work."

"Yeah~" He said soft touch under his head, on the side of his face Still pressed against Brother Zhao's belly, Fang Zichen only felt that his throat was extremely dry, and the sun seemed to be hotter than at noon. He felt hot all over, and there was a rush of air towards his forehead, and his heart was restless and beating hard.

The look in Brother Zhao's eyes just now...

was not unfamiliar to Fang Zichen. On the contrary, he had seen it too many times.

When he was studying, he skipped all the grades and stayed with children of different ages. They were 16 and 12. No one confessed to him during the entire elementary school and even the three years of high school.

Things got better when I was sixteen. The girls in college were open and enthusiastic. Some of them were attracted by young and old alike. Fang Zichen was good-looking and had excellent grades. He was already sixteen and could fall in love without making people feel uncomfortable. He was within the age range of the crime, so many girls confessed to him. Especially after his adoptive parents came to participate in the school sports meeting in a luxury car to cheer him, and after his photos of him wearing a black custom-made suit at the company's annual meeting were exposed, the girls expressed their love for him. There were even more follow-ups, some of them were interested in his identity and were coming for his adoptive parents, but there were also some who were really coming for him as a person.

Their eyes at that time were just like Brother Zhao's, with uncontrollable love in them.

But Brother Zhao likes him?

Fang Zichen was a little confused.

It's not that they doubt Brother Zhao, but that they have really known each other for a short time. Is three or four days enough for love to grow?

Or did Brother Zhao actually fall in love with him at first sight?

Brother Zhao was kind to him and obedient. He never thought about it. He just felt that this was the case in this era. When you get married, you don't talk about whether you like him or not. He is gentle, virtuous, obedient and sensible. He works hard to please his husband. The most basic thing for family survival.

If Brother Zhao falls in love with him at first sight...

it's not impossible.

After all, he is handsome enough and has a good heart. It is normal to fall in love with him at first sight. But

now he is with Brother Zhao. Although he thought of him as a brother earlier, if he likes him...

Yesterday, he went back a little late. Brother Zhao was squatting at the intersection and crying. It could be seen that he loved her so much that he had to be the one who had to do it. Brother Zhao was so pitiful. He was a good-looking person, obedient and well-behaved. Then...it's not impossible to try.

I slept on someone's lap all afternoon, and I felt sorry for him even if I didn't say anything. Saying thank you was a bit alienating considering their current relationship of 'If you have a crush on me, then I'll try it with you, it might eventually develop into marriage first, love later'.

"Your legs are so soft, so comfortable." Fang Zichen whispered, his voice a little hoarse.

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao only felt that the blood on the area where he was pillowing had solidified earlier and was numbing. Now he regained his intuition because of a word, and the blood was boiling and flowing, and his limbs were all broken. All became crispy.

This man is talking nonsense again.

"You...it's time for you to get up."

"Well!" He picked up the good boy who was sleeping on his chest, put him into Brother Zhao's arms, and took off the purse from his waist and handed it to him : "When it gets cooler in the afternoon, you can go shopping with your little boy to see what's missing at home. Buy what's necessary first, and wait until you make a lot of money to buy what's missing later." "

I understand." Brother Zhao said.

"You all know the way!" Fang Zichen said with a smile: "Watch the good boy, don't let him be cheated with candy, I will rely on him to provide for me in old age!"

...

In the afternoon, Brother Zhao took The boy is out.

He came back just before Fang Zichen finished work.

There was only some rice and noodles in the backpack, and there weren't many things. Fang Zichen couldn't figure out how he could buy just a few things for an entire afternoon.

On the way back, Brother Zhao returned his wallet to him and said a lot of things. Fang Zichen understood the feelings. Brother Zhao had been shopping around all afternoon, no wonder it took so long! He was frightened, thinking that the father and son had really been abducted.

Fang Zichen said: "You are so virtuous! The Ma family is really in a big loss."

"No," said Brother Zhao.

"Huh?"

"They cheated you of three taels of silver," Brother Zhao lowered his head and said, "I'm not worth three taels of silver!"

"Nonsense!" Fang Zichen held his hand and spoke sternly: "I think you just Very good. If I say the Ma family loses, the Ma family loses. You are not allowed to contradict me!"

"That's right! I heard that the little girl sold by the tooth dealer only has three taels of silver. My body..."

Feudal ideas kill people.

"Shut up, if you talk again I'll spank you!"

"..."

Chapter 14

The thatch in the yard was dried, and the village chief came over and said that he would help him fill in the missing half of the roof tomorrow.

Fang Zichen thought for a while and said forget it. Now that the summer is hot, it makes up for the stuffiness in the house. If it rains, he will move to another room to sleep. Anyway, the bed is just made of a few wooden boards, so it is not troublesome to move it. He said so, and the village chief let him .

In the next few days, Fang Zichen went to town every day to carry big bags. The ship steward said that he might still be busy for more than half a month. He could only carry one bag per trip. Fang Zichen carried two people at a time, and he was very fast, so he could carry at least one bag in a day. You can earn hundreds of dollars. Although it is a bit hard, you still enjoy it.

When he went to work, Brother Zhao stayed at home with his good boy. The village elder's house had a large foundation and an empty yard in front of the house. Brother Zhao told Fang Zichen, and the next day he went to Aunt Liu's house to borrow a hoe and started working. pit.

He wanted to grow some vegetables, but digging wild vegetables every day was not an option. People in the village were poor, and the girl and her brother ran to the mountains every day, always trying to get something to support the family. There was competition in digging wild vegetables.

Fang Zichen doesn't like to eat wild vegetables, but Brother Zhou has brought vegetables several times, and he does eat some when he cooks them.

Vegetables grown by oneself do taste better than wild vegetables.

After planting the vegetables, he didn't stop and took his boy to collect firewood. He was busy as he was at Ma's house. He had to do all kinds of work. The difference was that now he was not alone. He was not working all day for the Ma family. He had his own family. He was working hard for himself, for his good boy, and for Fang Zichen. It was not in vain.

Fang Zichen came back late that night and saw Brother Zhao again at the entrance of the village.

He felt a little helpless and warm.

Brother Zhao talks little and is not good at words. Moreover, most ancient people were reserved and never expressed their love clearly. They would not say words like "I love you" verbally, but they would express their love in their actions. Expressed vividly.

Whenever he came back a little late, Brother Zhao would wait for him at the entrance of the village. At first, he thought that Brother Zhao was afraid that he would leave and would feel uneasy staying at home, so he came to wait for him at the entrance of the village. But after many times, he understood that Brother Zhao would wait for him at the entrance of the village. What does bro mean?

This is because I can't wait to see him, not because I am afraid that he will leave and keep him here.

It was getting dark, and Brother Zhao saw him from a distance. He trotted over and asked softly: "Why are you back so late today?"

Fang Zichen went to block his shoulder, looking like a brotherly brother, and Brother Zhao's shoulders, neck and spine He was stiff for a moment, then relaxed quickly.

"Go home and talk~" Fang Zichen suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Brother Zhao asked.

"Don't wait for me at the entrance of the village in the future."

His tone was unconsciously harsh, as if he was accusing him. Brother Zhao felt uncomfortable and bit his lip unconsciously. Suddenly, a wave of heat hit his ears. He heard Fang Zichen lower his voice. Said in his ear: "Look over there." He pointed in a direction.

There were two figures on the left path. Fang Zichen noticed that the two people were walking this way just now, and turned back after seeing him.

Fang Zichen didn't allow Fang Zichen to think too much.

He was sometimes too arrogant, and after spending more than ten years living under the only concept of gender in later generations, he would always subconsciously forget the existence of his brother, but the native aborigines were different.

In their eyes, a man is the same as a woman.

Brother Zhao is alone, it's dark, and every house is far away from here. If he wants to do something, no one will notice him.

Brother Zhao saw the two figures clearly, and his face turned ugly instantly.

Although I could only see his back, it was not difficult to guess who he was from the same village just by looking at his outline and walking posture.

Those were He Ergou and Liu Lezi in the village.

These two people can be said to be the two major cancers in Xiaohe Village. They love to sneak around, like to tease girls, they are extremely mean-mouthed, they are still single in their twenties, and they like to steal girls' pockets.

Brother Zhao was stopped several times by them, using their hands, feet, and other dirty words. His stomach twitches even when he thinks about it.

"Fucking bad luck." Liu Lezi looked towards Fang Zichen, his eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, and he cursed: "I've been guarding him for several days. If you don't come back sooner or later, it's his grandma's."

" No," He Ergou waved the handkerchief in his hand: "It's a pity that I spent eight cents on drugs."

"How about we just break into his house at night?" Liu Lezi said, "That's where his house is anyway. It's quite biased. Let's go in and knock that kid out. Brother Zhao, won't he just let us play with him?" The more he talked about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible, and he became excited.

He Ergou stopped: "This... this is not good. If he really does that, will he let us go when he wakes up?"

"That kid is a foreigner and has no relatives or friends in the village. He is the only one." What are you afraid of?"

"He saved Uncle He Liu. If we go to the village chief, we won't be able to get him!"

Liu Lezi thought for a while and said nothing.

He Ergou said again: "It's not that I'm a coward, brother, even if he doesn't go to complain to the village chief, we will definitely not be able to get him to do anything. You were not at home last time, so you may not know that that kid is very difficult to mess with."

"What do you say?" Liu Lezi made a fortune some time ago and has been working in the town's gambling bureau. He came back three days ago after gambling all his money. He was disgusted by the dog, and the villagers had no time to hide from him. Naturally, no one rushed to gossip with him about the village affairs.

He Ergou said: "He beats people very hard. Not long after he arrived, he beat up all three brothers of the Ma family. He even broke Ma Erzhu's hand."

"So powerful?"

"No, we'd better think about it again. Find a way!"

Fang Zichen raised Brother Zhao by half his head, and Brother Zhao was held by his shoulders. The two of them were close to each other. Under the hazy night, they looked at each other in a very close and intimate manner. Liu Lezi looked away for a moment, thinking Brother Zhao's shy and angry face appeared in his mind, and his heart was instantly itchy: "Damn, Brother Zhao, I must play with you once."

"Hey, I want to, too," He Ergou licked the corner of his mouth, not knowing. Thinking of something, he smiled and said: "I have been keeping an eye on him for a long time. Last time I had a chance to stop him, but after saying a few words, he wanted to chase me with a hatchet. Tsk, it's really useless. Thinking about it, I used to look so cute and arrogant when angry. I wonder if it is the same in bed."

Fang Zichen returned home, and the three of them ate noodles by the light of the firewood in the kitchen.

Having made money recently, he followed Brother Zhao's instructions and licked a lot of things at home one after another.

There were bowls, chopsticks, rice and noodles, and Brother Zhao also asked the carpenter in the village to build a wash basin and a few stools.

These small items are cheap, costing more than ten pennies.

The noodles are made of clear soup and thin noodles. Zhao Geer rolled them by hand and added a little bit of oil and salt. Fang Zichen was satisfied with the noodles.

The good boy was so hungry that he almost buried his head in the bowl.

The noodles were slippery and he couldn't hold them firmly, so Fang Zichen took the bowl and fed him.

"Thank you, father." Guaizi said.

Brother Zhao was not unhappy that Fang Zichen was interested in the good boy, but he was also afraid of tiring Fang Zichen. He frowned and said, "Let him eat by himself. You've been tired at the dock all day."

"It's okay. I'm out every day. In this little time at night, I have to cultivate relationships with my children. I Although he is a stepfather, he is also a good stepfather."

Brother Zhao looked at him, his heart tightened, and he couldn't help but rub the edge of the bowl with his index finger.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zichen stared at him when he saw him, looking like he was hesitating to speak, so he couldn't help but ask: "Did you find that I'm a little more handsome today?"

"..."

"Nothing." ." Brother Zhao shook his head and suppressed the emotion.

For a moment, he wanted to ask Fang Zichen, don't you remember, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out.

Fang Zichen was kind to him, but not the kind he expected, so some words were not suitable to say now.

"Oh!" Fang Zichen said, "Go and bring the basket, I bought something."

Brother Zhao went to the main room and took the basket into the kitchen. Fang Zichen motioned for him to look at it. When Zhao Geer turned it over, he saw that there were Two pieces of cloth.

"This is..."

Fang Zichen fed the boy with noodles and said, "You can use the fabric I bought to make me some clothes. The indigo one is for me, and the indigo one is for you and me." You're a good boy."

Brother Zhao touched the material carefully. The fabric was smooth, soft and felt very good. It was much better than the material of the clothes he was wearing. Most people in the village make clothes made of coarse cloth. Coarse cloth is cheap, but usually they don't dare to buy more and they always sew and mend it. How expensive is the material Fang Zichen bought so good?

"I'll just make one for you and my dear boy." He gently put the piece of indigo cloth back into his backpack: "I won't need mine."

"Why not?" Fang Zichen turned to look at him, in the stove The firewood light just reflected on his face, painting a layer of warm color: "You don't even have a change of clothes, but I remember clearly that the Ma family didn't bring you anything, just the clothes you slept in at night. "Brother Zhou gave it to you."

"I only have one set. Yesterday at work, an older brother asked me if I hadn't even taken a shower or changed my clothes. I was really embarrassed at that time. ·····You are still laughing," Fang Zichen rolled his eyes at Brother Zhao: "Don't laugh, I am talking very seriously now, what do you mean by laughing!"

Brother Zhao said quickly . He opened his eyes and said: "I'm sorry, please continue."

He apologized, but there was not much sincerity in his tone, and it was very perfunctory. Fang Zichen felt even more angry, and he accidentally poked the good boy's nostril with the chopsticks.

"Father..."

"Ah~ Son, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fang Zichen hurriedly wiped the good boy's face, then pulled him into his arms and asked him to raise his head to see if his little nose was hurt.

"Does it hurt? I'll blow it on you. Just blow it and it'll be fine."

Looking at this scene, Brother Zhao's eyes were a little red. He lowered his head and blinked before the heat subsided.

Lying in bed at night, Guaizi fell asleep almost instantly.

He was busy working with Brother Zhao all day long, running around, and he would get sleepy more easily when he was full. Brother Zhao persuaded Fang Zichen and wanted him to return the cloth, but Fang Zichen was not very happy.

He spent a long time in the store to choose these two pieces of cloth, and negotiated the price with the boss for half a day. I won't tell you how difficult the process was. He originally wanted to give Brother Zhao a surprise, but he didn't want it.

Really.

Brother Zhao reached over the good boy and fumbled for his hand. Fang Zichen snorted but didn't shake him off, but said in a bad tone: "What are you doing!"

"Are you angry?" Brother Zhao asked.

'Hmm' That must not be said.

If you say it, you will appear stingy and immeasurable.

Fang Zichen said dryly: "No."

How could he not know if there was Brother Zhao? He said: "There are still a lot of money at home. I just thought I could save as much as I could. If you can think of it, give it to me." I'm very happy to make clothes, really."

Fang Zichen squeezed the back of his hand hard, and then he relaxed as if he was relieved when he heard Brother Zhao tearing it apart.

"You make it after you buy it. You only have one set of clothes. You always wash them at night and wear them in the morning. Now the weather is cool in the morning and the fog is heavy. Do you still remember how many times you have worn wet clothes?"

Brother Zhao looked at it blankly. Looking at him, Fang Zichen continued: "Don't think I don't know. I have a sharp eye and you can't hide anything from me."

Brother Zhao laughed and said truthfully: "But I can't do needlework."

In the past, the Ma family He was given the most tiring and heaviest tasks. Things like making clothes that could be done while sitting down were not his turn, and there would be no one to teach him.

The room was silent.

After a while, Fang Zichen blinked: "Isn't needlework a necessary skill for girls? Then did I buy loneliness?"

Brother Zhao's voice was low, as if he was a little shy: "I can give it to Aunt Liu. I'll help you with Brother Zhou. They are very good at it."

"Okay, I can't withdraw anyway, but will it be too troublesome?"

Brother Zhao: "It's okay, Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou are very nice. They used to help me a lot."

"Okay, you are the one in charge and I am the one in charge outside. You have the final say.

Chapter 15

It was dark the next day. Brother Zhao got up and cooked a bowl of noodles for Fang Zichen. After sending him away, he took his good boy to Aunt Liu and

Uncle Liu to go to the fields. Now is not the time for busy farming. The Liu family is She moved from other places more than ten years ago. There was not much land at home, so Aunt Liu stayed at home and worked hard. She was a little surprised to see Brother Zhao coming over.

"Aunt Liu." Brother Zhao called out.

"Well! Why did you come here so early, but what happened at home?"

Liu Liu heard the noise in the house, and ran out quickly, eager to hold the good boy's hand.

Brother Zhao asked Yoyo to take the boy to play. He pinched the shoulder strap and whispered: "I, I have something I want Aunt Liu to help me with."

It is always not good to come and nag others early in the morning, but Brother Zhao is Somewhat impatient.

Yesterday, Fang Zichen said that he was teased for wearing the same set of clothes back and forth, so he wanted to make him some clothes as soon as possible. Moreover, he himself had not worn new clothes for a long, long time. He was so excited that he thought about it. With this matter in mind, I didn't have the time to do anything else, so I came here early in the morning.

Aunt Liu didn't say anything. The two of them entered the house. Brother Zhao put down the backpack and saw the contents clearly. She laughed: "This material is good. Did that man of yours buy it?"

"Yeah! Aunt Liu

touched it: "The color is nice and soft to the touch. I'm afraid it's not cheap!"

"Yes," Brother Zhao said, "He said it would be for each of us. Make some clothes."

"Well! He's serious about not looking down on you." Aunt Liu said with a smile. "It's just two pieces of cloth. Are you going to carry it in a backpack?" Brother

Zhao said, "I'm afraid of being caught." People see it."

Aunt Liu understood it as soon as she heard it.

Fang Zichen still owed the Ma family three taels of silver. If he knew that they had earned money but did not send it to him, even if he was afraid of Fang Zichen and would not dare to make trouble at home, he would inevitably have to talk about it.

Moreover, Fang Zichen goes out every day, and people know that his family is rich, and the shabby house cannot be guarded, so it will attract thieves.

You should be careful.

Every household in the village is like this. It's too late to cover up after making some money. Of course, except for a few who like to show off, no one will go around making noises.

Firstly, I am afraid that thieves will be interested in causing trouble, and secondly, I am afraid that relatives will come to disturb me.

Aunt Liu has experience, and she has also seen Fang Zichen. She can estimate and do it without having to measure it.

"Okay," she said: "You leave the things here with me. When Brother Zhou comes back, we will make them for you. The earliest we can do it is the day after tomorrow. You can come and get it then, or I can ask Brother Zhou to make it for you." Send them over."

She doesn't know what's going on with Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen, especially Brother Zhao, who doesn't even have a change of clothes.

The Ma family is also cruel. On the day of the quarrel at Fang Zichen's house, Fang Zichen beat him up. When he went back, he didn't know whether to vent his anger or something. He piled all the clothes that Brother Zhao had used in the yard and set them on fire. .

She happened to be passing by at that time and took a look. Brother Zhao has lived in Ma's house for more than ten years, but he can't afford to pile up a pile of things. He only has two pieces of tattered clothes, a thin quilt, two bowls with missing mouths, and a bundle of straw for him and the boy to sleep on. That's all, it looks shabby.

She had to hurry up and make it for them.

"Thank you Aunt Liu." Brother Zhao said.

"Why are you so polite?" Aunt Liu looked at him and saw that his complexion was much better than before and his face was rounder. She couldn't help but feel happy for him. "I have met that man in your family once.

He is not like the men in the village." He sighed and said earnestly: "You have a good boy with you, and you are in good health... I was always worried that he would look down on you and that you would suffer with him. Brother Zhou told me that you were doing well. But I understand you. You bury everything in your heart. You carry it when you are wronged. You always choose the good things to tell us. But there are some things that you should know in your heart. If he is really good to you, you will Live with him in a down-to-earth manner, listen to his words, and be good."

She patted Brother Zhao's hand, looked at the good boy playing in the yard, and said, "If you can, give him a son as soon as possible.

Brother Zhao frowned, and Aunt Liu looked at him and said, "He is not from here. I heard from Sister Wang that he came from overseas. Have you asked him what his plans are to stay in the future? " Are we still going home in Xiaohe Village? "

Brother Zhao has a dry throat. He has lived a relaxed and happy life every day for more than half a month. Fang Zichen treats him well, treats him well, doesn't beat him or scold him, is gentle and considerate, Protecting him everywhere, this kind of life is what he has longed for most and considered the most beautiful since he was a child.

It's not that he doesn't want to know some things, but he doesn't dare to ask because he's always afraid that asking will break his current life.

Fang Zichen told him more than once that he would not leave, and that even if he left, he would take him and his good boy with him. However, he was severely beaten and scolded, and lived like an ant in the gloomy darkness for more than ten years. One day, he suddenly He was happy to see the light again, but he was also uncomfortable and uneasy.

It's always scary to suddenly get hold of something you've longed for for so long, and it's all just a dream.

When he woke up from the dream, he was still at Ma's house, still lying on the damp haystack, shivering from the cold.

The question that he had deliberately avoided was brought up, and the excitement and joy in his heart disappeared. He looked a little dazed, and Aunt Liu's voice rang in his ears.

"This man! He always wants to carry on the family line. He treats good boys well. That's because he is kind in nature. If you want to tie him tightly, you have to give him a baby."

...

Brother Zhao doesn't know. How did he get home? The good boy stayed at Liu's house to play with Yoyo. The yard was empty. When he came to his senses, the sky was dark and there was thunder.

It's going to rain.

The sky suddenly became dark, the wind at the dock rustled, and the boats swayed with the water waves.

The rain in summer is always heavy and fast.

The ship steward asked his men to come over and tell them to go inside the ship first and wait for the rain to stop before starting work.

Fang Zichen entered the boat with the man who was working together, and just after sitting there for a while, he heard the boat steward cursing someone.

"What's the use of you? This thing is not good at all. Look at you, tell yourself, how many times have you made mistakes this month?"

"Brother Yang, I, I have something going on at home recently, and I'm worried about it. It's annoying, so..."

"Don't tell me about your family's nonsense," the ship steward became even more angry when he heard that he was making excuses again.

Old Wu, who settled his accounts, had something to do with him.

After he dropped out of school, he came out of the village to work hard. He was cheated, robbed, and stumbling. Later, he met a good employer and was valued, so he was allowed to take charge of the docks in this area.

Lao Wu had been classmates with him for two years. After studying for more than ten years, he failed to pass the scholar examination. Later, he knew that this man was looking for a job, so he asked someone to come here to settle his score.

For his sake, his boss paid Lao Wu a very high salary. He had done well before, but he had been traveling frequently recently, which made his boss have some objections.

Lao Wu said that there was something wrong with his family, and the ship steward was well aware of his family's affairs.

It's not a big deal, it's just that he added a concubine to the backyard half a year ago.

This concubine is not a fuel-efficient person. She quarrels with her mistress every day. Old Wu has been worrying about this matter a lot. He didn't care about the miscalculations in the account books several times before, but this month he made six mistakes, let alone Boss, he himself was annoyed.

"The owner of this account book has just been sent back. He has given you two days to recalculate it. If you can't calculate it again, get out!"

"Brother Yang, please help me!" Old Wu panicked: " My whole family relies on me to support me. I can't lose this job. Brother Yang, please help me."

The ship manager sighed: "How can I help?" "When you made mistakes a few times ago, did people say anything to you? Your boss was tolerant, but you pushed harder. Now that I know you have been working together for many years, he said in a lighter tone." If you still want to do this, settle the account quickly."

"I..." Old Wu grimaced.

This thick account book contains the income and expenditure of the past two months. It is very messy. How can it be sorted out in two days? Besides, most contemporary students are good at the Four Books and Five Classics, and few are proficient in arithmetic. Let him write an article and memorize it. The scriptures are fine, as are some small calculations, but two days are too tight.

When the steward saw him standing still, he knew what he meant.

"You pack up and go back!"

It is indeed impossible to calculate the account books in two days. The boss said this, which also meant that Lao Wu would retreat in the face of difficulties.

"I..." Old Wu felt uncomfortable, wiped his face and remained silent.

He didn't know what his boss meant, but he really couldn't live without this job.

He wasn't just doing a miserable job, the whole family was really relying on him to support them.

When he was young, his whole family provided for him to study, and the family lived a miserable life. His first wife was so tired that she had two miscarriages in the fields, which hurt her body. She has not given birth to a son and a half daughters for so many years. More than half a year ago, , his mother decided to marry him a concubine.

Marrying a concubine does not mean that he does not love his wife, but when he reaches middle age and sees the children around him, he begins to long for children. Moreover, his mother is also old, and her only wish for most of her life is to have children. If he wanted a grandson, how could he have the nerve to refuse.

Nowadays, there are noisy things at home every day, which inevitably makes people upset and angry.

Seeing his dejected look, the ship steward lost most of his anger. After all, we had worked together for many years and had the friendship of classmates, so he said: "How about I call my cousin over and ask him to help you. The two of us can always be happy." Some."

The cousin mentioned by the ship steward is the shopkeeper of Zuixiaolou in the town. He may not know it because he is busy every day, but Old Wu has to pass by the entrance of Zuixiaolou every day when he comes home from work, so he knows some news.

"I'm afraid your cousin is too busy right now, so he probably won't have time to help me."

"Huh?"

Lao Wu said, "The accountant at Zuixiao Tower was sent to the government by his boss a few days ago. "

"Ah! Is this happening? Why don't I know?"

"You stay here at the dock every day. How would you know? Besides, I was passing by and happened to hear the waiter in the building say that the gentleman was greedy and ate more than three hundred dollars. Two pieces of silver, this is not a glorious thing, it's normal that you haven't heard the news."

The steward was also worried when he got off the boat. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Fang Zichen sitting outside arguing with someone. He didn't know whether he was suffering from a sudden illness or something. , actually beckoned the person over.

Chapter 16

"Steward, what do you want me to do?" Fang Zichen looked at the ship steward and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Old Wu also stared at him.

"Can you do arithmetic?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

He didn't speak, and Old Wu's heart, which had just warmed up, became cold again.

The ship steward saw Fang Zichen's expression of a rotten meal, with eight big characters written clearly in his eyes...Are you kidding me?

For a person who is a top student in science and has studied for thirteen years, asking him "Can you do arithmetic" is the same as asking someone "Why do you have two eyes and one mouth?" It's totally fucking It's nonsense.

Fang Zichen spent more than half a month in the town and figured it out. The characters here are the same as those of later generations, only some of them are traditional Chinese. If there is some oracle bone script, official script, cursive script, etc., the ship steward is so Asked, Fang Zichen didn't dare to confirm it, but the words were the same, so this question was nonsense.

He nodded: "Yes!"

Old Wu's eyes suddenly lit up, and his heart became hot again.

"Seriously, don't fool me."

"Why am I fooling you?" Fang Zichen curled his lips: "I entered school at the age of three, and arithmetic is just pediatrics to me. You can figure it out with your eyes. "

Hey, this is quite loud.

The ship steward immediately handed over the account book on the table: "Look at it, do you understand it?"

Fang Zichen felt discriminated against.

Lao Wu and the ship steward saw him flipping through a few pages. His eyes were scanning at random, very fast. After half a stick of incense, he had finished flipping through a finger-thick account book.

When Old Wu saw Fang Zichen frowning, as if he couldn't understand why it was so difficult, his heart began to grow cold again.

Unexpectedly, Fang Zichen said in a disgusted tone: "Who made this account book? It's a mess, and there are a lot of mistakes."

The ship steward was surprised: "You really understand! You can see it in just one glance. What's wrong?"

Fang Zichen opened one of the pages, pointed to one of the amounts, and said, "Look here, we received 450 taels in the morning, and a total of 120 taels were used to settle the payment, freight, and labor costs. Both entries and exits are integers, and the balance from the day before yesterday is also an integer. So how did this general ledger become eight hundred and ninety-three two hundred and eighty-nine cents? Where did the eighty-nine cents come from? This is so obviously wrong, scan. It should be clear at a glance."

Old Wu: "..."

The ship steward glanced at him with an unclear look and said to Fang Zichen, "Can you help me reconcile these two account books? "

Fang Zichen was a little embarrassed.

The ship steward immediately said: "You don't have to move the goods in the afternoon, and as long as you keep the account books in order, I will give you another two taels of silver, one tael per book, what do you think."

Fang Zichen clasped his hands tightly: " Talking about money hurts feelings!"

"Three liang," the ship steward said again.

Fang Zichen looked serious: "It doesn't matter whether it's money or not. The main reason is that I want to help you. But if you insist on giving it, I can't refuse."

The ship steward: "..."

Old man Wu: "..."

Turning around, Old Wu rubbed his hands excitedly and asked cautiously, "That boy Fang, how long do you think it will take you to reconcile the accounts? Is two days enough?"

"Just these two days. This account book, does it take two days?"

Old Wu: "..."

"That's it~"

"I can do it all today," Fang Zichen said.

The ship steward felt that he was a bit arrogant: "Don't be right or wrong!"

"It's impossible to be wrong," Fang Zichen said, "Just like if you asked me about one plus one, I would be confused and couldn't give it to you. Count three."

The ship steward felt relieved.

He and Lao Wu came out of the cabin, fearing that the noise outside would affect Fang Zichen, so they deliberately closed the door.

After several muffled thunders, it finally rained.

Fang Zichen has been here for more than half a month, and finally it rained for the first time. Perhaps it had been brewing for a long time, but the rain fell quickly and heavily.

Hail-like thunderbolts fell on the ship. Even if Fang Zichen didn't see it in the cabin, he could guess what was going on outside by hearing the sound.

It must have been the order from the ship steward. It was quiet outside at first, and he quickly immersed himself in his work. Later, he didn't know what happened outside, and it became noisy again. It was mixed with the sound of rain, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

The surface of the river was hazy and the rain was so heavy that it was difficult to see things even from a distance. Several men were resting on the boat. Suddenly someone pointed to the shore and said, "Look, is there a person there?

" In the heavy rain, there was actually a person standing on the shore.

"Who is that?" someone asked.

"I don't know, are all our people here?"

A man counted and found that everyone was here except Fang Zichen.

And from a distance, the man's profile looked very thin, which was very different from the man carrying the goods.

"Who is that? You don't know how to hide in such a heavy rain."

"No, you have to pay a lot of money if you catch the cold."

"Why can't he stand still?" The man scratched his head and said: " Why do I always feel like he's always staring at us?"

Some of his companions were made to feel terrified by what he said.

At this time, the sky was gloomy and the rain was heavy, which inevitably made people feel frightened.

"It's raining so hard, can you still see his face clearly?"

"Can't see clearly," the man said, "It just feels like that."

The man stood still in the rain, all alone, looking strange Poor thing, someone shouted into the boat: "Hey! You guys should come over and have a look, see if you recognize who it is."

A few heads popped out of the boat.

"I can't see clearly!"

"Look at that figure, he must be a brother!"

As soon as he said this, a man suddenly remembered: "Could it be from Fang Xiaozi's family? He didn't lead anyone last time "Have you ever been here?"

"Hey, when you say it, it looks a bit like him."

"Is he here to see Mr. Fang? Is it because of something urgent at home because of the heavy rain?"

Go call Mr. Fang to come and take a look."

Fang Zichen was a little confused when he was pulled out. When he saw the person in the rain, his eyes almost popped out.

"Brother Zhao~"

He hurriedly got off the boat and ran over.

Brother Zhao didn't know how long he stood in the rain. In the summer weather, his lips turned purple, and the hems of his clothes and trousers were stained with some mud that had not been washed away by the rain.

It probably didn't start raining when he arrived at the town, but it started to rain on the way, or maybe he ran out of home just after it started raining, and even fell down on the way.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to have so much mud on my body that the rain has not washed away for so long.

"Why are you here? Are you stupid? It's raining so hard, and you don't know where to hide."

Brother Zhao grabbed his sleeves like he did a few times before, hanging his head and saying nothing. Don't tell.

His posture was pitiful and he looked cautious.

Fang Zichen could not express any more harsh words.

"Follow me to the boat and hide."

When the boat steward saw him coming back with Brother Zhao in hand, both of them were wet, so he quickly asked the cook on the boat to take them to change clothes.

The cook and her family were all helping on the boat. There was a man and a brother in the family who happened to have clothes to change. After Fang Zichen changed clothes, she brought two bowls of ginger soup in and Fang Zichen said thank you.

Brother Zhao was like a child who had made mistakes. He had been sitting upright with his head lowered since he got on the boat.

"Drink! Otherwise you'll catch a cold." Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao didn't move, and Fang Zichen almost laughed angrily: "Why, you still want me to feed you! Drink quickly."

Brother Zhao still didn't move.

He was obviously obedient before, but he didn't know why he was so stubborn today.

When Fang Zichen held his hand, it was cold, as if it had been soaked in cold water in the twelfth lunar month. The conditions in ancient times were poor, and catching a cold was a serious problem. Fang Zichen had no choice but to sit next to Brother Zhao and asked him softly: "What's wrong?"

Brother Zhao was silent for a moment and said, "I'm not stupid."

His voice was hoarse. It seemed like he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Fang Zichen just wanted to coax him now: "Well! You are not stupid, you are my ancestor."

Brother Zhao pursed his lips.

Fang Zichen was holding the ginger soup, scooped out a spoonful of ginger soup, cooled it and brought it to his mouth: "Ancestor, Xiao Fangzi is waiting for you. Can you please give me a favor and take a sip?"

Brother Zhao opened his mouth and drank.

"You drink too." It was the first time he was coaxed like this, and his face was a little dry, so he said, "I... I can drink it by myself."

After he finished drinking the ginger soup and put the bowl down, Fang Zichen asked: "Why did you come to town all of a sudden?"

Brother Zhao was still very happy when he got up and cooked noodles for him in the morning. He really couldn't think of anything that could have caused him to come here in the rain.

"Did you miss me?"

"Yeah!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Brother Zhao actually agreed.

Seeing that Brother Zhao's face was not very good, he originally wanted to tease him to lighten the atmosphere, but who knew that Brother Zhao actually agreed.

So candid?

Fang Zichen's face was comparable to that of an iron wall, and he was open to the public in later generations. At this moment, he was extremely embarrassed.

"Then...then you can't come here like this! It's still raining. If something happens, what will you do if you leave me and my good boy orphaned and widowed?"

Brother Zhao also knows that he is reckless. .

After returning from Aunt Liu's house, he stood in the yard and looked at the empty home. At that moment, he didn't know why, but he desperately wanted to see Fang Zichen. Maybe it was Aunt Liu's words that made him uneasy. He ran all the way, and the road was wet and muddy. Unbearable, he fell countless times before running to town.

The pier was empty, and he felt at ease knowing that Fang Zichen was on the boat. Even if he couldn't see it, the distance was close and the other party was right under his nose.

Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't.

"I'm sorry." He apologized softly.

What else could Fang Zichen say? He couldn't bear the scolding and couldn't bear to be beaten.

Really ancestors.

Have to provide for it.

"Don't do this next time..." Fang Zichen felt something was wrong from the beginning. He had never figured out what was wrong, but now he suddenly remembered it.

"Where's the good boy!!!"

...

Brother Zhao tucked his neck into his clothes: "... It should be at Aunt Liu's house."

Fang Zichen: "..."

What does "should" mean? ?

Pay it back! ! !

Chapter 17

Fang Zichen couldn't sit still and immediately went to find the ship steward.

When Brother Zhao came running in the rain, the ship steward thought that something had happened to his family. Hearing that he wanted to ask for leave, he waved his hand and agreed, and only asked him to come as soon as possible tomorrow morning.

The rain subsided a little, and Fang Zichen pulled Brother Zhao back in a hurry.

The good boy is sensible and won't run around, so Brother Zhao is not worried.

As a result, before I even got home, I heard the heartbreaking cry of my dear boy from a distance.

His heart skipped a beat and he ran quickly.

When I entered the yard, I saw the good boy crying and sitting under the eaves. Brother Zhou was beside him, a little confused.

Seeing Brother Zhao, he seemed to have seen a savior: "You are finally back. Come and coax the boy. He has been crying for a long time. I can't stop no matter how hard I coax him."

The boy's voice was hoarse from crying. The eyes are also red and swollen. He has been precocious since he was a child. He has rarely cried since he was two years old. He usually followed Brother Zhao up the mountain and fell and broke his knees without saying a word. But now he cried like this. Brother Zhao felt very distressed and hurriedly went over to hug him. he.

"...Daddy." He hugged Brother Zhao's neck tightly.

"I'm sorry," Brother Zhao patted his back again and again and coaxed him softly: "Don't cry, don't cry. Daddy is sorry for forgetting you at home."

The good boy sobbed and saw Fang Zichen standing aside . , stretched out his hand to him again: "...Father."

He wanted to hug him.

Fang Zichen took him and wiped his face: "Don't cry, a man never sheds tears. Father, I never cry."

"Dad, and father ~ are gone." The boy said aggrievedly.

No matter what he did before, he could see Brother Zhao when he turned his head, but now he couldn't see anyone when he came back, so he was naturally panicked.

Fang Zichen said carelessly: "That's your father's fault. Who told you that your father was so unreliable that he forgot you at home."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhou: "... "..."

The sky was still dark, and not long after they arrived home, it started to rain heavily again.

The roar and thunder outside the window never stopped.

Fang Zichen stayed in the kitchen for half the afternoon with Guai Zai and Brother Zhao in his arms.

Brother Zhao looked at the side dishes in the yard that were beaten by the rain from the window, feeling very distressed.

Fang Zichen pulled up a stool and sat next to him: "Will these seedlings survive after the rain stops?"

He was also very distressed. After planting for a while, they were as high as a thumb, and he saw that they would be able to pinch and eat them in a few days. , but now it was beaten to pieces by the rain.

"It's okay," Brother Zhao said, "It's just that some are dead, and there may not be that many alive."

"I sowed a lot when I sowed the seeds. I thought I could pinch some seedlings to eat in dense places, but I'm afraid that won't work now. "It's okay

." Fang Zichen said. It was really boring to sit around, so he teased the boy and went to hold Brother Zhao's hand, saying he wanted to read his face.

He put Brother Zhao's hand in his palm and looked at it carefully. Brother Zhao could no longer hear clearly what was said.

He looked down at his hands, which were covered with scars and calluses. The skin was rough and dull, the opposite color to Fang Zichen's palms.

Brother Zhao suddenly felt that those scars were particularly dazzling. He exposed them to the sun every day, and the backs of his hands and face must have been the same color. He had never looked in the mirror. He had been busy working all day and could not take time out, and it was rare to take a break. Thinking about how to fill my stomach, I don't care much about face. After getting together with Fang Zichen, all he could think about was him. There were some things he didn't have time to think about.

At this moment, Brother Zhao suddenly felt scared.

He never thinks about how he looks or whether his skin color is good or not. He doesn't mind if he can't see it, but in Fang Zichen's eyes, he can probably see it all clearly.

Will he feel ugly?

Everyone is like this. When facing someone you like, even if you are good enough, because you like him, you will feel that the other person is beautiful, just like the stars in the sky, bright and dazzling. There are too many ugly and ugly places in you, and you are living in a ditch. □□, always feel inexplicably inferior and uneasy.

He can't hide things, and almost everything he thinks shows on his face.

Fang Zichen didn't know what he was thinking about, his face was so ugly, so after thinking about it, he kissed the back of his hand.

As if sparks suddenly fell on the back of his hand, Brother Zhao's eyes widened and he pulled back his hand: "You, what are you doing?"

Fang Zichen said frankly: "You didn't do anything! You just acted like a gangster, but I can't call you that. Playing hooligan."

Kissing people in the room is not called playing hooligan. Kissing people outside the room is called playing hooligan.

"You, how could you do this?" Brother Zhao put his hands behind his back, and the area where he was kissed was covered by his palms. It seemed that there was still the warmth of the moment when he was kissed. He was helpless and his heart was pounding. Jumping with a pop.

"How am I doing?" He stretched out his left hand to Brother Zhao: "At worst, I'll give you a kiss!"

Brother Zhao: "..."

"You are so stingy," Fang Zichen hugged the boy and said, She let him step on her lap, kissed his face from side to side, lifted up his clothes and took a few sips on his white belly, making the good boy chuckle.

"Our good boy is still generous." Fang Zichen said: "It's white and tender, like a big steamed bun. I want to take a bite to see if it tastes good."

The good boy pushed his head, but he didn't use any force and kept laughing: " Itchy, my father is bad, my father is bad."

They made a fuss, laughing constantly. Brother Zhao took a deep breath and suppressed his sadness and uneasiness.

From morning to afternoon, he finally smiled. The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, and his eyebrows are slightly curved, showing a cute and gentle smile.

On the other side, Aunt Liu's

rain was the only time the farmers could have some free time. Brother Zhou came back from cutting the pig grass and fed the pigs, freeing up the entire afternoon.

Aunt Liu called him into the room and told him about Brother Zhao.

"I'll make the clothes for Guaizi and Brother Zhao. I'll have to worry about Fang Zichen's clothes." Brother Zhou touched the fabric and said with a smile.

He was married, and although he had a good relationship with Brother Zhao, it would not be good to spread the word about making clothes for Fang Zichen.

Aunt Liu is older, so she doesn't need to avoid getting into trouble with young men.

"You make the clothes for the good boy bigger. He is growing taller. The material is good and it will not break down after several years of wearing it." Aunt Liu said.

Farmers live in poverty and live on a budget. It takes three years to mend their clothes. The older ones have no room for them and the younger ones have to wear them. This has been the case for generations.

Brother Zhou nodded and said: "I know." He said with a smile on his face: "Brother Zhao and Guaizi have finally come to the end of their hardships."

Aunt Liu is not as open-minded as he thought. She is older and has seen and experienced everything. There are a lot of things going on, and I always feel that Brother Zhao's matter is hanging over my head.

She had never been in contact with Fang Zichen and didn't understand him well. She couldn't believe it just by hearing a few words from Brother Zhao and Brother Zhou.

"I hope so!" she said at last.

Brother Zhou is still saying: "Mom, I heard from Brother Zhao that Fang Zichen has been carrying big bags on the dock for the past half month, which is almost a hundred yuan a day! But he didn't do this job of carrying goods for a long time. I don't know why. Only then can they collect three taels of silver."

He has a good relationship with Brother Zhao. They have known each other for more than ten years. He takes good care of Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao will not satisfy him about many things.

Aunt Liu was a little surprised: "How do you earn so much?"

During the slack season, the men in the village would go out to do odd jobs.

They couldn't read a word and had no one to introduce them, so they had no choice but to do cheap hard work.

Most of the men in the village have carried goods at the dock, but I have never heard of anyone making that much in a day.

"He is very good at carrying goods," Brother Zhou said: "People carry one package at a time, but he can carry two packages."

"Really?" Aunt Liu thought of Fang Zichen's energy in beating people and believed it: "Don't do this. Go out and say it, if the Ma family hears it, there will be a fuss."

"I know, but this matter may not be kept secret for long," Brother Zhou said, "Fang Zichen runs to the town every day, just go and inquire about it. Got it. If the Ma family dares to make trouble, just let Fang Zichen give them a beating."

Aunt Liu glared at him: "You said it simply, they don't dare to make trouble at Brother Zhao's house again. "It's okay to chat in the village!" Brother

Zhou looked like a dead pig and said, "Just say it, and you won't lose any meat."

"

Brother Zhou is right. The Ma family already knows about Fang Zichen carrying goods at the dock.

Because they were beaten by Fang Zichen, the two families became enemies. The Ma family would always ask about what the other party had been doing these days.

At first, when they heard that Fang Zichen and the others were so poor that they could only eat wild vegetables, the whole family was overjoyed. Most of their resentment from being beaten was gone, and they would be fine if the other party was not good.

Later, when I saw Fang Zichen running to town every day and knowing that he was working at the dock and making so much money in one day, I was so angry that I almost broke my teeth.

No, Aunt Ma, her sisters-in-law, and a few men were sitting in the room talking about this matter.

"Writing hundreds of articles a day, it's probably a trick, right?" Ma Dazhuang said.

He had carried goods at the wharf, and he had worked so hard that he only had 30 renminbi. A hundred renminbi a day was so exaggerated that it would have gone to heaven. I don't know which bastard bragged like this, not even a charlatan.

Aunt Ma snorted: "Who are you kidding? My nephew told me this personally. How could it be false?"

"What your nephew said is even more unbelievable." Ma Dazhu said.

Aunt Ma was married from another village, but go out and ask the people in Xiaohe Village, do you know Aunt Ma's nephew Ma Xiaozheng? Nine out of ten people would definitely nod and say they knew each other.

Why?

Because Ma Xiaozheng is famous. Great reputation.

Of course it's not a good reputation either.

He went to steal someone's wife, but the man caught him, stripped him naked, and hung him under the banyan tree at the entrance of the village.

Overnight, Ma Xiaozheng became famous in several surrounding villages.

"Hey! Do you know what happened in Xiaorong Village?"

"I know, it's been spread all over the place. It seems that man's name is Ma Xiaozheng."

"What Ma Xiaozheng, I think he should be called Ma Xiaowai."

"Hahaha, that's right . , I have a sister who married in Xiaorong Village. She saw Ma Xiaowai when he was stripped naked and hung on the banyan tree. She said..." "

What are you talking about~"

"His fingers are as big as two. You can't even see the egg if you don't look carefully. "

"Really?

It's not just my sister, everyone who sees it says so."

"What kind of girl would you dare to steal? Blind?"

Because of this incident, Ma Xiaozheng couldn't stay in Xiaorong Village, so he came to stay at Ma's house for a few days.

Counting him and the Ma family together, they are no more than five relatives.

Ma Xiaozheng was glib and dishonest. When he arrived at Ma's house, he kept ogling Ma Laosan's daughter-in-law. Ma Laosan found out and sent him home.

Therefore, everyone in the Ma family, except Aunt Ma, felt that Ma Xiaozheng was not trustworthy.

Ma Erzhu said: "Brother, regardless of whether the hundred yuan is true or not, it is a fact that he has been working on the dock for more than half a month and has made money. Do we want to~"

"You dare to go?" Ma Dazhuang asked back. , his stomach still hurts even now.

"He owes us money, what's wrong with him? Paying back debts is a matter of course." After Ma Erzhu finished speaking, he wanted to make an alliance: "Lao San, do you think this is the case?"

Ma Lao San twisted . Browsing, his daughter-in-law Sun winked at him. Ma Laosan remembered what Sun said to him last night and replied: "Big brother and second brother, actually I think our family is not short of Brother Zhao's food. "

Lao San, what do you mean?" Ma Dazhu frowned.

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Chapter 18

Who in the entire Ma family hates Brother Zhao the most, besides Aunt Ma, it is Ma Dazhuang.

He worked hard all his life and only had two sons. Although his younger son was not clear-headed and was a fool, he still felt pain in his bones. He was afraid that no one would take care of him when he was old, so he went to the town to buy him a child nanny.

It's just that Brother Zhao is really a disaster star. Not only did he kill his younger son, but he also fascinated his eldest son so much that he didn't even want to marry his wife.

If it was just like this, forget it, but this bitch, Brother Zhao, actually cuckolded his son. This was trampling on his son and the Ma family's face to the ground!

How could he not hate this.

However, among the three brothers, the third one is smarter, and Ma Dazhuang is more obedient to him.

Ma Laosan didn't show off: "Brother, I think Brother Zhao is worth more than three taels of silver. We sold him and it was really a loss."

Hearing this, Aunt Ma was unhappy: "Bah, that bitch is worth more than three taels of silver." Is three taels worth of silver worth? I thought the price was too high.

"Sister-in-law, that's not how it was calculated." But Brother Zhao is different. You see, when he is at home, he does a lot of work. He is only nineteen years old this year, and that little bastard is three years old. He can barely count as half of the labor force. If we keep them at home, They can still work as cattle and horses for us for fifty or sixty years! Isn't this more cost-effective than three taels of silver?"

Ma Laosan moved her mouth, and said: "Even if you can buy someone for three taels of silver, But who can guarantee that he will be more capable than Brother Zhao?"

Everyone was silent.

Thinking about it carefully, the family is really not doing well these days after Brother Zhao has been gone.

No one is doing the work in the fields. When I went to the fields a few days ago, the grass was almost above my knees.

Moreover, no one cuts firewood at home, no one sweeps the yard, no one feeds the pigs, no one carries water, no one washes the clothes, and most importantly, no one cooks the food. I am really not used to living anywhere.

When Brother Zhao leaves, it will be a hard time for them.

Ma Erzhu's daughter-in-law, Mrs. Li, thought for a while and said, "I think what the third brother said makes sense."

In fact, Mrs. Li did not agree to sell Brother Zhao at the beginning. When Brother Zhao stayed at home, she did all kinds of work every day. No need to do it, there are still people waiting for you, Brother Zhao doesn't fight back even if he hits or scolds you, that's great.

Besides, they were not separated, and the old lady controlled the money, so the money she got from selling Brother Zhao would not go into her pocket.

Although Brother Zhao stole someone, so what! It's not like she was cuckolding her son. The little bastard didn't call her grandma, so it had nothing to do with their family.

Although Brother Zhao was sold to save food rations at that time, if you really think about it, Brother Zhao couldn't actually eat much. He mostly ate wild vegetables that he cooked himself, and he rarely ate the food at home. .

Seeing that Ma Dazhuang was loose, Ma Laosan added fire.

"Brother, Xiaowen will be back in a few days. You know that he likes Brother Zhao. If he knew that we sold Brother Zhao while he was away, he might make trouble and break away from us!

" The words pierced his heart and lungs, and Ma Dazhuang really no longer hesitated.

He was just such a son, and he knew how much Ma Wen cared about Brother Zhao.

The last time his son came back, he saw him teaching that little bastard to call him father!

"What should we do?" Ma Dazhuang asked: "We have already sold him! How can we deal with this?"

"Brother, Fang Zichen hasn't given him the money yet. There is still room for maneuver in this matter." Ma Laosan said "When we came to make trouble, Fang Zichen probably had a grudge against us."

Ma Dazhuang was impatient. Ma Lao San must have had an idea when he said this. He immediately said: "Lao San, stop showing off. What should I do? Say, we listen to you."

"The village chief was the intermediary at first, but now we ask him to tell Fang Zichen for us."

When the three Ma brothers came, the village chief was in his father's room.

It takes a hundred days to break the muscles and bones, not to mention that the old man is still old. Once the leg is broken, he can't move even while lying on the bed.

"What has Mr. Fang been doing recently?" the old man asked.

"I heard they were carrying big bags at the pier!" the village chief also heard from others.

"That's right!" the old man said. He suddenly seemed to remember something and laughed: "That boy is so strong. He pulled me out of the ditch with just one hand, like pulling out a carrot." He was a little bit He sighed: "If it weren't for Mr. Fang, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to come back."

The village chief couldn't hear what he said: "...Dad, don't talk nonsense."

"I know," the old man patted his leg. , said: "I can't move. Please help me to check on him when you have time, see what he needs, and send him something. If you can, please help. He is kind to our family!"

The village chief hummed. . Just as he was about to say something else, Wang Damei walked in with a somewhat unpleasant look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"The brothers from the Ma family are here."

The village chief also looked grim.

In the village, anyone who knows how to be a good person and has a bit of conscience doesn't like to associate with the Ma family. As the saying goes, if you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything, I'm afraid something will happen!

Sure enough, as soon as the village chief came out, Ma Dazhuang announced his intention.

The village chief took a sip of water from the bowl, frowned, and said in a bad tone: "It was you who wanted to sell Brother Zhao, but Fang didn't agree and you still made trouble, and now you want to take him back, but you don't dare to go, You remembered me."

"You were the middleman at the beginning. If something happens now, who else can I turn to?" Ma Dazhuang said arrogantly, "You are the head of our Xiaohe Village! Don't save Uncle He Liu because of that kid! If you want to help him, you can decide whether to help him or not!"

Ma Erzhu interrupted: "That's right, you have to go through this matter, otherwise our brothers will never leave.

" It's a naked threat.

Hexi couldn't stand listening anymore. Young people are more impulsive after all,

"If you have the ability to show off your power here, if you have the ability, go to Fang Zichen!"

Ma Dazhuang lost a lot of face to Fang Zichen last time, and now he is listening the most Unable to be told that, he immediately slapped the table and said, "What are you talking about? Say it again if you have the ability. Why do you get in the way when adults are talking? You are so uncultured."

Hexi's eyes turned red with anger: "I didn't, but you did!"

This was like a joke . There is no difference in the hornet's nest.

Seeing that the three brothers of the Ma family all had dark faces and stood up as if to make a move, Wang Damei patted Hexi: "What nonsense are you talking about? Get out of the kitchen and watch the fire."

After the passionate energy, Hexi also felt a little timid, Wang Damei handed him the steps, and he quickly climbed up and ran away.

After all, having grown up a generation and now asking for help from others, Ma Laosan stopped Ma Dazhuang and the others and said in a polite tone: "Village Chief, we regret it now, but we have enmity with Mr. Fang and it is difficult to get over. For the sake of being in the same village, please help us run a trip!"

The village chief also understood that if he didn't nod, the three brothers would probably make trouble again and refuse to leave, so he said, "Okay, I'll help. If you make a trip, it's none of my business whether it works or not. "

How could it not work?

Fang Zichen didn't want to marry Brother Zhao at first, but they were the ones making trouble. Later he saw that Brother Zhao was really pitiful, so he agreed.

Brother Zhao is dirty, who would want it?

Three taels of silver is enough to marry a yellow-flowered girl. Isn't she as clean as Brother Zhao?

Moreover, he also has a son. It would be better if he is a daughter-in-law. When he is raised, he can get some money as a gift when he gets married. This boy...is really a loser.

Ma Laosan thought for a while and felt that the matter was stable.

Wang Damei sent the person away, and as soon as Ma Laosan stepped over the door with his heels, the door closed with a clang.

It's like sending a message to the god of plague, I can't wait.

Ma Laosan was in a good mood and did not open his mouth to curse.

When Wang Damei returned to the house, she said to the village chief: "Don't do this immoral thing!"

What is that from the Ma family? It was a fire pit. If the village chief really spoke for their family, she might not have the nerve to say hello to Brother Zhao when she saw him in the village.

"I don't know." The village chief started searching in the house: "Where did you put the umbrella?"

Wang Damei stood still: "You know you are still looking for an umbrella? This is your father! You really have to run for someone else. "What are you looking for?" The village chief couldn't find it after searching for a while

: "Where did you put the umbrella? Help me look for it." He explained: "I just went to give Mr. Fang a heads up." What does he mean?"

After hearing what he said, Wang Damei breathed a sigh of relief and put the umbrella in another room. The village chief only cared about the work in the fields and didn't care about the things at home. How could he put the umbrella away? where.

The village chief shouted from behind: "You go to the backyard to catch a chicken, and I will bring it to Fang Xiaozi later."

Wang Damei paused, feeling a little distressed, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The favor of saving one's life should be promised with one's body, and her family took advantage of it, so they promised a chicken.

When the village chief arrived, Fang Zichen's family had moved from the kitchen to the main room. Fang Zichen was a little surprised to see him coming in the rain.

Brother Zhao ran to the kitchen and moved a stool for him. The village chief nodded and handed him the chicken in his hand.

Chickens are valuable items these days, and I usually don't bring anything with me when I visit someone's house. I only give them vegetables and eggs during the New Year and holidays.

The vegetables are grown in the fields and the eggs are laid by the own hens, but they are not worth much.

Brother Zhao didn't dare to accept it and raised his eyes to look at Fang Zichen.

In the past, a chicken was nothing in Fang Zichen's eyes, but now that he has been staying in Xiaohe Village for nearly a month, he has a clear understanding of all the economic conditions in the village.

This chicken thief Jin Gui took the hot hand for no reason.

"Uncle, please take this chicken back. It's too valuable."

"Whatever is more valuable, take it if I give it to you." The village chief directly stuffed the chicken into Brother Zhao's arms, touched the boy's head, and said, "Keep it here." It lays a few eggs to nourish our little boy, but it's so pitiful that it doesn't even have any flesh on its face."

Fang Zichen felt a little guilty for some reason as he touched his nose.

This sentence feels like he is abusing his stepson.

But think about it carefully, although their family eats clear soup and noodles every day these days, which is not as good as the days he lived before, but compared with the villagers who eat wild vegetables and geta porridge every day, they are eating the best.

Guaizi has weak bones, and the clear soup with few noodles is not nutritious. It is normal that he cannot gain weight.

Brother Zhao held the chicken but did not move, still feeling embarrassed to ask for it. The village chief said: "Your man saved your sixth uncle's life. This is a great kindness! No matter how much I give, it is not too much. It's just one chicken." Just take it!"

Brother Zhao saw Fang Zichen also nodded, thanked the village chief, and then walked to the backyard with the chicken in his arms.

The village chief looked at his back, then at the good boy sitting on Fang Zichen's lap, and sighed.

"Boy Fang, the three brothers Ma Dazhuang came to see me just now."

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Chapter 19:

When they look for you, you turn around and look for me. It seems they are looking for you.

Fang Zichen curled his lips: "What do they want to do again?"

The village chief told Ma Dazhuang's plan.

The good boy had a shadow on these three people, especially Ma Dazhuang, who trembled with fear when he heard his name. He clutched Fang Zichen's clothes tightly with his little hands and lay in his arms. He was not as cheerful as before.

There was a soft sound outside the house. I don't know what was blown over by the wind. The village chief didn't pay attention and asked: "What do you think? Tell me the truth."

Fang Zichen glanced outside the door. The rain outside gradually became lighter. It seems to be stopping, but the sky is still dark and there may be another thunderstorm at night.

The boy's whole body was tense. Instead of grabbing Fang Zichen's clothes, he hugged his neck. He seemed to be very scared. Only in this way could he feel at ease.

"...Father." He shouted in a low voice, sounding very uneasy.

The good boy is three years old and can understand human speech. Ma's house is not a good place and he doesn't want to go back to Ma's house.

Fang Zichen imitated Brother Zhao and patted his back gently, asking again and again: "What's wrong with the good boy?"

The good boy buried his head in his neck and said in a muffled voice: "...I don't like grandpa. "

Fang Zichen didn't react at first, but then he realized that the grandfather he was talking about was Ma Dazhuang.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the good boy raised his cheek and rubbed it against him, softly calling him 'Father'. When Fang Zichen turned to look at him, he smiled with a row of small white teeth.

Fang Zichen felt so weak.

Such a small, well-behaved and beautiful child calls him father, and he will fight to the death of anyone who tries to fight him.

"Uncle, you don't have to worry about this."

The village chief asked, "Then what are your plans?" He couldn't guess whether Fang Zichen would agree.

According to him, if three taels of silver were compared to a married man with a baby, a normal person would choose three taels of silver.

The betrothal gift for an innocent girl is only this amount. Isn't this better than someone who has been married before?

What's more, Fang Zichen didn't want to marry him at the beginning, but later he felt pity for her, so he married her.

Fang Zichen glanced outside again, thought about it and said, "I think Brother Zhao is very good, well-behaved, obedient, and hard-working." "

Before he came to Xiaohe Village, he was not yet eighteen years old, and he always felt that marriage was still far away for him. Later generations generally got married late, and he had no idea what his future partner would be like. His mother would often ask him when she had time to chat with him, 'What kind of girl does our little Fangzi like?' Tell mom about it and she will keep an eye on you from now on'.

His answer was very popular: 'As long as it's good-looking.'

Brother Zhao's skin is a little dark, but he is very handsome and good-looking. His personality and temperament are also to his liking, but it seems that he likes her a little bit.

If you want to define it, it means that you are in the stage of having a good impression.

Hearing what he said, the village chief knew that he would not send Brother Zhao back, and he was inexplicably relieved.

"If you want to keep Brother Zhao, you'd better send the three taels of silver to the Ma family as soon as possible, so as not to cause any trouble again. Although Ma Dazhuang and Ma Erzhu are powerful, they are also simple-minded. Ma Laosan It's different. This man has some brains." The village chief said, "If you redeem Brother Zhao's deed, you'll be relieved. If you don't have any money, I'll give it to you first.

" He shook his head: "I don't have it now."

The village chief stood up: "Then I'll go back and give it to you! You can pay me back when you have money later."

"No need." Fang Zichen refused.

"You don't have to be polite to my uncle!"

"I'm not polite!" Fang Zichen said, "I don't have it now, but I will have it after I pay my wages tomorrow!"

After working at the dock for more than half a month, I only wanted to pay three taels of silver for my wages. , I'm afraid you're not dreaming!

The village chief opened his mouth, and Fang Zichen looked outside again and suddenly said: "Village Chief, it seems like it's going to rain heavily."

You'd better go home quickly!

"..."

After seeing off the village chief, Fang Zichen carried the boy into the kitchen, and saw Brother Zhao standing blankly holding a bowl of water, not even knowing that he had entered.

From this look, he must have heard what the village chief said just now.

Fang Zichen was lucky before that Brother Zhao's temperament was not distorted after being abused in the Ma family for more than ten years, but after getting along for a long time, he discovered that although Brother Zhao's temperament was not distorted, he was extremely sensitive and had low self-esteem. He has no sense of security, and the slightest disturbance can make him panic.

Just like running to the pier in the rain this morning, if he didn't come out, he could stand in the rain all day and then sneak back.

"Brother Zhao?" He shouted softly.

Brother Zhao raised his head, his eyes soft and fragile.

"You..." He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Fang Zichen's wrist: "Husband... don't send me back, I, I don't want to go back, please, I beg you. "

This is the second time he has shouted this. He shouted it once before. Seeing that Fang Zichen didn't seem to like it, he hasn't shouted it like this again since then.

His hands were extremely cold, and he was so panicked. Fang Zichen didn't expect him to react so strongly. He was stunned for a moment. Seeing that he didn't speak, Brother Zhao let go of his hands, bent down in pain, and held his head with both hands.

"Daddy~" Seeing him like this, the good boy broke away from Fang Zichen's arms, ran over to hug him, and sobbed: "Daddy, don't cry, good boy, be obedient, daddy don't cry~"

There was no sound when the father and son cried, only a slight cry. There was a sound of sobbing, but tears fell down.

Fang Zichen was helpless. He felt like a family of three, two of them hugging each other and crying, while he was the only one standing there, seemed a little out of place.

Would you like to go over there and cry too, okay? ?

"I said before that I won't leave. Even if I have to leave, I will take you and your good boy with me. If you call me husband and he calls me father, I will be responsible for you. This is the last time I will say it."

Familiar . The voice sounded, and Brother Zhao raised his head and saw Fang Zichen squatting in front of him, with a very serious look on his face, completely different from his usual informal appearance.

"You are my husband. As long as you don't betray me, I won't let you go. If you still don't believe me, I'll carry you in my waistband wherever I go from now on, okay?" Fang Zichen dressed up, as if coaxing a child. , touched his head and said: "If anyone bullies you in the future, just tell me and I will vent your anger. This is the last time I say it, do you remember it?"

Brother Zhao wiped his eyes and passed. It took a while to disperse the fog in front of him: "...Is it true?"

Fang Zichen said this more than once, and he showed unprecedented patience towards Brother Zhao: "Really, a man keeps his word." , If you do what you say, you can call me grandson when you see me.

" Brother Zhao said with a sigh of relief: "

Well! I won't lie to you, I will lie to you. Fang

Zichen said: "Do you believe such a big oath?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

It is said that women's hearts are the most poisonous, and this man's heart is quite poisonous too.

"Okay, okay," Fang Zichen pinched Brother Zhao's nose: "I'll listen to you, okay!"

Brother Zhao's nose hurt from being pinched, but he didn't try to stop him. He laughed, tears about to fall again. , finally held back: "Yeah."

"Don't do this next time," Fang Zichen let go of him, hugged the good boy, his eyes fell on him, and he unconsciously softened: "If you scare your son, I won't tell you. I'm too lazy to coax you."

Brother Zhao was about to stand up when Fang Zichen said again: "You are one year older than me, and you cry all the time. Are you ashamed?"

Brother Zhao: "... "

Fang Zichen: "Anyway, it's me who still cries at the age of nineteen. I personally feel quite ashamed."

"

Are you ashamed? You shouldn't be ashamed. I see your face. None of them are red, but some people are embarrassed but their faces are not red, but their buttocks are red. Turn around and take off your pants for a look. "

"..."

Fang Zichen looked at Brother Zhao and looked very ugly. He was about to burst out and beat someone, so he laughed and walked a few steps away. From a safe distance, he said: "I'm just teasing you. It's not a sin for a man to cry. You can cry as much as you like. I won't laugh at you." "

Brother Zhao's expression was about to calm down,

"But are you considered a man?"

Fang Zichen's expression changed, as if he was confused.

Brother Zhao heard his voice become softer, and he muttered to the good boy: "Er, you saw your daddy..."

Brother Zhao couldn't hear the rest of the words clearly.

The good boy has understood a lot of things now. His eyes were wet, and there were still two bags of tears in them. His voice was crying: "Yes, I took a bath with daddy."

"Really?" Fang Zichen turned around and said Brother Zhao glanced there, then turned his head, thinking that he moved quickly enough so that Brother Zhao didn't see it,

"I'll take a peek next time. I'm curious, but wouldn't this be perverted?"

Brother Zhao: "..."

He has never seen anyone like Fang Zichen. When he speaks warmly, he is really warm, and when he is angry, he is also really angry. He is just coaxing with his nice words at the beginning, but he is speechless at the back. .

Brother Zhao would always get angry again just after he was moved.

This Fang Zichen is really... bad.

There really was a thunderstorm at night, which was even stronger than at noon. Fang Zichen moved the wooden planks and the three of them slept in the main room.

This house was built by the village chief and his grandfather's generation, and it has been here for decades at least. It rained heavily and was very noisy. Fang Zichen couldn't sleep well all night. The rain became lighter in the second half of the night, and then it became clear that Fallen asleep in a blur.

So I got up late the next day.

Brother Zhao brought the noodles over, and Fang Zichen hurriedly changed his clothes: "I won't eat, you can eat!"

Brother Zhao was puzzled: "You didn't get up too late today, you can eat the noodles before leaving."

"Ship The manager asked me to go early today.

"Then remember to buy some steamed buns when you go to town," said Brother Zhao.

Fang Zichen said yes, but when he arrived in the town, he went straight to the dock. It was raining and the road was difficult to walk. He got up late, so he had the nerve to waste time.

He was just thinking about those three taels of silver!

Fang Zichen felt heartbroken. He originally thought about earning three taels of silver to give him a good meal, but...

damn, he had to go to Ma's house after work and beat the shit out of them all.

Chapter 20

Before arriving at the pier, I saw Old Wu standing there from a distance.

"Boy Fang." Old Wu saw him as if he were his own son: "You're here."

"Uncle, I'm sorry," Fang Zichen walked a little faster, not making excuses, but telling the truth: "I got up late today."

"It's okay," Lao Wu took him to the cabin: "You just need to reconcile the accounts today."

The ship steward didn't say anything when he saw that he was late, handed him the account book, and went to see the work.

The two account books look very thick, but in fact it doesn't take much time to calculate them. They only involve the financial situation of the past two months. The loan, income and expenditure are not as troublesome as those of later generations of large companies.

While he settled the accounts, Lao Wu stayed aside, like the warden of a prison guarding the prisoners in the labor camp.

Fang Zichen was very fast. He calculated smaller amounts in his mind. For larger amounts, he calculated them in writing on a piece of paper beside him. Old Wu couldn't understand what he wrote. The words were really strange and crooked, like earthworms crawling, twisting and turning. Twist over.

The words that were actually written on the account book were indeed well written. Yesterday, Fang Zichen said that he entered school at the age of three, but Lao Wu still didn't believe it. Now seeing that he has a solid foundation in calligraphy, and his handwriting is standardized and generous, he immediately believed most of it.

To be able to write with such good handwriting, it would take eight or nine years of hard work.

But...

"Fang Boy," after all, he was asking for help. Old Wu hesitated and said tactfully: "Are you calculating too quickly?"

Fang Zichen turned over the ledger with one hand without raising his head. He counted with one hand: "I'm not happy."

He was not stupid, he knew what Old Wu was worried about: "Uncle, don't worry, I took the money and everything will be done well for you."

Old Wu felt more at ease: " Okay, whether I can still eat this bowl of rice depends on you."

In the evening, the ship steward held two freshly baked account books and looked at them.

I am very satisfied.

Let's not talk about whether the calculation is correct or not. The word alone is well written. When you turn it over, it is clean and neat. It makes people feel much better when looking at it. It doesn't look like Lao Wu, with a black patch here and a cross there.

Those who give money are happy, and those who receive money are also happy.

Fang Zichen was about to get off work, so he went to the dock warehouse for a walk before going back.

In the evening, the Ma family was having dinner.

One table for adults and one for children.

The dishes on the table are simple, one pot of steamed buns, one pot of boiled vegetables, and one pot of fried cabbage.

It looks very rough, but there are a few pieces of fat mixed in and there is enough oil and water, so it is considered a good meal in the village.

Mr. Ma's back teeth are not in good shape as he gets older, and all his front front teeth have fallen out. The wild vegetable buns are so hard that he didn't bite off even a bit in one bite, but his gums are about to bleed.

If I can't eat the wowotou, I'll eat some vegetables, but as soon as I put it in my mouth, I'll vomit again.

The cabbage is almost burnt and smells like smoke.

He dropped his chopsticks, and the others immediately stopped. The children at the next table also looked over.

Ma Dazhuang swallowed the food in his mouth and asked: "Dad, what's wrong?"

Mr. Ma said angrily: "What's wrong? You can't see!"

Ma Dazhuang's face was stern. The old lady came out to smooth things over. She glanced at Li: " Go and cook a bowl of porridge for your father. "

She loves to squeeze the Li family in this family. Madam Ma has relatives at home, so it's hard to do too much. The third child is more protective of the Sun family. She loves her younger son. Naturally, he will give him some face, and he is usually pretty good to Sun.

Mrs. Li was not happy, but she did not dare to disobey.

After she left, Old Man Ma turned to his three sons and asked, "When are you going to get Brother Zhao back?"

Not to mention the daughters-in-law, even he himself felt that it would be better for Brother Zhao to be at home.

Brother Zhao is good at cooking, so he can at least eat what he cooks. If it were his daughters-in-law who cooked it, he would never be full.

During those ten years, Brother Zhao's several daughters-in-law were too lazy to serve him.

We still have to get Brother Zhao back, otherwise there will be no one to do the work at home.

Ma Laosan said: "We have already told the village chief and asked him to come forward for help. He should know..."

There was a bang and someone kicked open the courtyard door.

The main hall of the Ma family is facing the entrance of the courtyard.

The person who came had a piece of grass in his mouth and a wooden stick on his shoulder. He looked arrogant.

"Hey, we're eating!"

"You, what are you doing here?" Mr. Ma pointed at Fang Zichen, whose face looked so bad.

"What do you think?" Fang Zichen walked straight into the room, pulled up a stool and sat down.

At the children's table next door, a young man came out.

"Are you Fang Zichen?"

"Yes, what, you know me?" Fang Zichen looked at him and asked.

The little man stared at Fang Zichen: "You hit my father, do you think I know you?"

Fang Zichen said 'oh', with confusion on his face, and he held the wooden stick in his right hand and slapped it on his left palm: "I It's impossible to hit your father! I never hit people, I usually hit animals."

"

I'll fuck you, you little bastard." Ma Dazhuang cursed and raised the bench. Smashed towards Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen blocked Ma Dazhuang's kneecap with a wooden stick.

When he was in school, he always acted like a good student and a true academic master. He never committed any crimes in school, and he always wore a stiff uniform, like a nerd.

Later, I pretended to be more in front of my parents, teachers and classmates, and because of my good looks, my body had an air of obedience.

But he also has the passion in his bones that he should have at this age.

He had fought with his second brother, watched Young and Dangerous, and practiced boxing. He was very familiar with how to hit people.

This Ma family didn't learn a lesson either. They were beaten by him last time and they dared to come against him.

Ma Dazhuang was kicked to the ground again. The little man was stunned for two seconds and was about to hit him. Fang Zichen was one step ahead of him and hit the dining table with a wooden stick.

The table cracked in half, the dishes were scattered all over the floor, and the coward rolled to the door.

This sudden move frightened several women into screaming, their voices shrill and harsh. When they saw Fang Zichen frowning at them, fearing that his wooden stick would hit them, they backed away hurriedly, and the little man couldn't help but Dare to move.

This man... looks so cruel.

No wonder the uncle, father, and third uncle all came back with bruises and faces last time, and told them not to provoke Fang Zichen.

It turns out this man is so scary.

"Are you coming again?" Fang Zichen asked.

No one spoke.

It seemed that he was frightened by his sudden move.

Fang Zichen returned to the stool, leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, and looked at them without trace, with no sign of happiness or displeasure on his face,

"I heard that you want to take Brother Zhao back?"

The Ma family didn't People talk quietly. Several children also hid behind their adults, not daring to make a sound.

Fang Zichen put the wooden stick across his legs and moved his fingertips on it little by little: "It was you who came to the door and asked me to marry Brother Zhao. Now it's you who want Brother Zhao back. Give it to you if you want." If you want it, you don't take me seriously, Fang Zichen!"

Ma Laosan is a record-keeper and doesn't dare to show off.

In fact, people in the village are afraid of them, not because they are good at fighting, but mainly because they are brave and have enough momentum. They are afraid of them before they fight. But to put it bluntly, they are just men in the village and have never seen that. With only three acres of land, if they unexpectedly meet someone who is more violent than them, who knows how to show off, they will be afraid at first.

"We were confused at first," he said.

Fang Zichen asked back, "What next."

Ma Laosan was not sure what he meant, and he hesitated: "We don't want your three taels of silver. You, please return Brother Zhao, okay?"

"Our family There is a lot of work here, so someone needs to be there..."

Before he could finish his words, Fang Zichen kicked over the stool at his feet. His cold expression was somewhat incompatible with the people of Xiaohe Village, who were honest, timid and fearful. Instead, he looked a lot like the desperate gangsters in the town who would jump up and chop off your head without even saying a few words.

Ma Laosan and the others trembled uncontrollably and did not dare to say another word.

"What do you think of Brother Zhao? As a slave? Or as your family's cow?"

Ma Laosan simply didn't regard Brother Zhao as a human being. Fang Zichen felt depressed when he heard that. His tone was light but not unpleasant. Show the ruthlessness in it.

"I won't talk nonsense to you. I've brought the money. Bring Brother Zhao's deed of betrayal and divorce certificate."

Mrs. Ma glanced at the old man and saw him nodding, so she had to go back to her room to get them.

Fang Zichen looked at it carefully, folded it up and put it away after confirming it was correct, then took out three taels of silver and threw it on the small table next to him.

Before leaving, he glanced at everyone without saying a word, and then left slowly.

...

Aunt Ma looked at the mess on the ground, the cracked tables and chairs, and the broken bowls and basins, and couldn't help crying: "This little bastard who killed a thousand cuts. I cursed him for giving birth to a son without a butt/eye."