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Chapter 191

Brother Zhao said nothing.

Fang Zichen was very confident about what he said, but he was not at ease, but it was cold, and it would take a long time for the child to wash his hair before it was dry. In the past, when the weather was hot, he would wash his hair every other day, but now that it is cold, Brother Zhao wants to give him two or three days to wait. I washed it once, but I don't know whether it's because my scalp is too dry, or because I'm used to washing it every other day before. If I don't wash it, my head keeps getting itchy. I almost caught a cold before, so I cut it shorter to make it easier to wash, and it dries faster.

Although he couldn't do needlework, he could still cut hair, but seeing that Fang Zichen was in high spirits, he let him do it.

Fang Zichen cut along the edge of the plate, clicking in a circle, and it was OK in just a few minutes.

Brother Zhao took the plate away, glanced at it, his breath suddenly stagnated, then put the plate back, covered his mouth and entered the kitchen.

The good boy's eyes widened and he blinked: "Daddy, is he a Simo bird?"

Fang Zichen picked up the plate and licked his lips: "...I'm so handsome by you!"

"Yo~" The good boy twisted up Eyebrow, very distressed: "Daddy, why am I so handsome? It's been so long, and daddy hasn't gotten used to it yet. This can't be okay.

" It's like heaven." Fang Zichen patted him and asked Guaizi to stand up. He looked around carefully. His hair was cut very smoothly and evenly. It wouldn't have been possible to achieve this effect without ten years of skill. Guaizi had such good looks. Yes, it matched this hairstyle perfectly. He was quite satisfied with his craftsmanship.

Guaizi ran to the room to get the mirror, and Fang Zichen knocked on Xiaoxiaofeng's door and called Xiaofeng out.

Xiaofeng heard that he wanted to cut her hair, so she wrapped her old clothes around her neck.

When Brother Zhao came out of the kitchen, the second pot lidhead was born.

The good boy ran out of the room holding a mirror. Xiaofeng glanced at him, suddenly stood up, and then touched his head.

He originally thought it was just a small haircut, but... the boy

came over and said, "Hey! Brother also has a new hair style. Oops, brother Simo is a crybird?"

Brother Zhao couldn't help laughing and took a photo He patted Xiaofeng's shoulder: "It's okay, it will grow in two months."

Xiaofeng sniffed and bit his lips to hold back tears: "But, but this, this, well, so ugly."

Brother Zhao felt that it was quite ugly . It's not that it's ugly, it's just that I'm not used to it.

Fang Zichen glanced sideways at Xiaofeng, put away the scissors, and said carelessly, "Your ugliness has nothing to do with your hairstyle."

Xiaofeng: "..."

Brother Zhao couldn't help laughing again.

Xiaofeng chased Fang Zichen and beat him up. He was actually a very introverted child, but he also forced him to get angry.

When Aunt Liu and Uncle Liu arrived, they saw the good boy sitting upright on the door railing.

"Ouch~" Aunt Liu's eyes lit up: "Have you cut your hair?"

Guaizi looked up at her, but said nothing.

He has a big head, a small face, and outstanding and delicate facial features. He is already lovable, but now with such a haircut, with two grape-like eyes embedded under the smooth bangs, he is very pitiful.

"Good boy?"

Good boy was very serious and serious: "Grandma Liu, please don't call me good boy."

Aunt Liu was stunned for a moment: "Did you change your nickname?"

"Yes!" Good boy nodded: " From now on I will be called Little Pretty Boy, not Good Boy Duo Bird."

Aunt Liu: "..."

Uncle Liu and his daughter-in-law just covered their stomachs and laughed.

The good boy didn't understand what they were laughing at, so he continued: "If Grandma Liu doesn't want to call me handsome boy, you can also call me energetic boy."

Aunt Liu couldn't help but laugh this time.

Brother Zhao felt a little ashamed for no reason. He went over and patted the good boy: "Auntie, don't listen to his nonsense. He has learned from his father and is not serious."

It was cold outside, so Brother Zhao asked him to go into the kitchen to warm up by the fire. Be good. Zai shook his head and didn't go. He continued to sit on the door railing. When the workers came, they all praised him when they saw him. It wasn't that he was deliberately trying to please him, he just looked cute.

My own child, I never thought of cutting it like this before! It's easy to wash without talking about it. I don't know how energetic and cute it is when I look at it.

When everyone was finished, the boy was satisfied, and then he went into the kitchen to warm himself by the fire.

Brother Zhao looked at this series of actions and sighed, somewhat dumbfounded.

The child's stinky look is really imitated by Fang Zichen.

The river flows all year round, so it's not very ice-cold, but the water in the water tank has been left overnight. It's freezing outside, and you can't hold it in for more than two breaths if you stretch out your hand.

Brother Zhao is not that harsh, so he heated water for them, but there are only dozens of ducks. A tank of water is not enough to kill them, and hot water also requires waste firewood. All the firewood that Brother Zhao is burning now is bought from Hexi. Yes, everyone knows that after the duck has been permed, it is said to be taken to the river to get it, so that there is no need to carry water, which saves trouble.

Everyone is a real person, so Brother Zhao just goes along with them.

Although the water in the river is cold now, none of us come from a wealthy family. We often go to the river to wash vegetables and laundry in the winter, so we are all used to it.

No meals are included at noon, they are all in the village, and they are close. You can go back to eat when you are hungry, or come back to work after eating. Anyway, there are ten per person, and you can leave when you clean up.

When they left, Brother Zhao was about to go find Fang Zichen when he saw Meng coming over.

"Brother Zhao."

Meng called him. Brother Zhao was not surprised at all when he saw her. He put his hands on the courtyard door and asked knowingly, "Is something wrong?"

Meng stretched his neck and looked into the yard, but saw no one. , seemed a little lost.

"I, I want to see Xiaofeng."

Brother Zhao looked sideways at the hut and saw that the door was tightly closed. He thought for a moment and asked, "Why do you want to see him?"

If you are an ordinary person and want to see your child, then meet him. It was someone else's turn to ask why, but Meng was obviously guilty.

"I haven't seen him for a few days, and I just wanted to see how he is doing now. Is he better from the injuries he suffered before?"

Brother Zhao sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"But Xiaofeng doesn't want to see you."

"How come he doesn't want to see me." Meng was a little excited: "I am his mother!"

"You also know that you are his mother?" Brother Zhao's expression darkened, Meng spoke very quickly and was slightly panicked. Others may not know what she was panicking about, but Brother Zhao understood clearly: "You came to me that night and said he was missing. You knew clearly that he was missing. The most likely possibility is that he is on the mountain. Have you ever looked for him?"

Meng took a half step back and said nothing.

"You didn't." Brother Zhao said, "You didn't even think of looking for him until he disappeared for three days."

Meng didn't dare to look at Brother Zhao, and lowered her head like a criminal awaiting trial: "Because I I was a little busy in those days, and he often ran to the mountains. I..."

"Why did he run to the mountains?"

Meng raised her head and looked into Brother Zhao's eyes, which seemed to be as deep as a cold pool. He shrank in his heart and said, "Because the boss beat him."

Brother Zhao: "Have you ever stopped him?"

"I can't stop you. If you stop me, the master will get angry and beat me too." After Meng finished speaking, she also shed tears.

Brother Zhao didn't feel soft at all. He pretended not to see it: "What happens after that! When he was in the hospital, I asked Brother Zhou to bring you a message. Why didn't you go see him? He almost died at that time, you know? ? He escaped from death and kept looking towards the door after waking up, eagerly waiting for you to come. Where were you when he needed companionship and comfort the most? "

Meng was pressed by him, It also caused some collapse.

She knew that she had no shame in coming and should not come. No matter how thick-skinned she was, she still felt sorry for this child.

But Liu Gouzi called her to come, and she had to come.

When Xiaofeng disappeared, she came to find Brother Zhao. When Brother Zhao said she had never seen him, she knew that the child was probably on the mountain, but she knew that she, a woman, would not dare to go up the mountain to look for him. If Xiaofeng only had one child, she would grit her teeth and go, but she still has a son! She can't just focus on Xiaofeng and ignore the other one!

When Brother Zhou came to her door, she was happy to hear that Xiaofeng had been found. She called out Amitabha several times. She knew that Xiaofeng was injured in the hospital and she wanted to go see him, but Liu Gouzi wouldn't let her go.

"Where are you going? If you go, what will you do when the Fang family calls you to pay for the medicine?"

Meng felt that the medicine should be paid for by herself. It is her own child, so it must be the parents.

But Liu Gouzi didn't want to: "They've all been admitted to the hospital. I'm afraid the little beast was seriously injured. It might cost several taels of silver! Where can I get such a lot of money? I heard that Jia Yuanwai gave it to Fang Xiaozi They paid three hundred

taels , and Boss Zhang's family also paid. They are rich now,

so let them go out." "This, this, this, a few taels of silver is just a drop in the bucket to them. , take out some money and treat it as a good deed. You are not allowed to go anyway."

Liu Gouzi got the news early on the day Xiaofeng came back. He came over to find Xiaofeng and saw that Xiaofeng didn't seem to be in good condition. His face was pale. Brother Zhao still wanted to support the car, so he curled his lips and went back.

In this situation, if you call back, the work can't be done, and if you don't have to, they will take care of it.

Yesterday, Xiaofeng and Guaizi went out to dig for earthworms. Seeing that he could move, Liu Gouzi called Meng over: "I just saw that little beast. He should be fine. Go and call him back!" There's a lot of work here! Someone has to do it."

...

Meng wiped her tears and said suddenly: "I know what you think of me, and I also know that people in the village say that I am cruel, but I have my reasons. "

When Xiaofeng's father passed away, Meng didn't think about remarrying.

Xiaofeng's father's name is Qiu Dabiao. This name sounds very powerful and domineering, and he should be someone like Lin Xiaoxia, but in fact, he is not. Qiu Dabiao is tall, but he is as thin as a cucumber. He looks very sick. When Meng was about to give birth, he caught wind and cold and couldn't get up. The two eldest brothers thought they were a drag on the family, so they wanted to divide

Qiu Dabiao, knowing that he wouldn't last long. When Meng gave birth to Xiao Feng, Qiu Dabiao used Twenty copper coins bribed the midwife and called her brother her son.

Only men are eligible to receive land.

If it were a brother, it would be obvious that Qiu Dabiao wouldn't survive for long. The Qiu family would not give their land to a brother.

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A few years after Qiu Dabiao died, the two eldest brothers of the Qiu family knew the truth of the matter from somewhere, and they shouted that they wanted to take back the land.

Xiaofeng was a brother. According to the law, he was eligible to inherit the land before he got married. If he didn't find a son-in-law, then after getting married, the land would belong to the Qiu family.

If they go to sue the officials, the two eldest brothers of the Qiu family will definitely not dare to mess around. Unfortunately, the Meng family is a womanly family and is only as courageous as a soybean. When the officials hear the report, they will first have to slap twenty big words. In addition, because they do not understand the law, they will be beaten by Qiu. The two eldest brothers in the family were so frightened that they dared to go anywhere.

The widow was already having a hard time, and when this kind of thing happened again, Meng didn't know what to do. It happened that Liu Gouzi invited a matchmaker. The two villages were not far apart, and Liu Gouzi was a castrated pig that wandered from village to lane. Xiaorong Village is also somewhat famous.

This man can't marry a wife, firstly because he is poor, and secondly because he has a bad temper. I heard that after drinking, he always gets drunk and goes crazy. When he is good, he will curse a few words. When he is crazy, he will hit others. He is not a good man. The Qiu family was desperate to get married. People in the village relied on that little land to make a living. If there was no land, they would have to wait for death. In addition, Xiaofeng is a brother and will get married sooner or later. If I don't have a son, I don't have a head of the family. What should I do when I get old?

Meng thought for a while and agreed to Liu Gouzi's marriage.

Not long after she got married in Xiaohe Village, Meng's belly was full of hope. Not long after, she gave birth to a little man. With her son, Meng felt that she had someone to rely on. Her son needed her to take care of him when he was young, so she inevitably neglected Xiaofeng.

She knew that Liu Gouzi was not good to Xiaofeng, but after all, he was not his biological son, and Meng couldn't say anything. Liu Gouzi was willing to accept Xiaofeng and give Xiaofeng a bite to eat, and she felt it was enough.

...

"He is a brother, and he will get married one day." Meng choked with sobs: "I can't offend the head of the family because of him. We women obey our husbands when we get married, how can we talk back to the head of the family."

Because the brother will eventually get married, Because she relied on her son and the man in charge of the family for the rest of her life, she did not dare to stand up and stop her brother even once when she saw her biological brother being beaten and abused in every possible way.

This is the drawback of the times.

Brother Zhao felt heavy in his heart, and Mu Ran remembered what Fang Zichen had said earlier.

This society is generally like this. Because they are poor, have been hungry, have been frozen, and have suffered enough from poverty, people value money and interests more than anything else.

The same goes for giving birth.

That day, after a verbal exchange with the Zhou family, Fang Zichen said, "Do you know why some people call the girl a loser?"

Zhao Geer replied at that time: "Because the girl is getting married. "Human."

"That's why." Fang Zichen told him.

From the time a child is born to the age of sixteen when he can get married, all expenses for food, drink, clothing, and supplies cost at least ten taels of silver.

How much is the bride price when you get married?

Most of them are two or three taels, and even if they are worth the sky, they are only four taels.

Moreover, the mother's family also had to provide a dowry, which cost another amount of money.

My daughter's brother is getting married. If it's not too late, he can bring back a pound of meat and half a pound of wine during the Chinese New Year. A pound of meat costs 12 cents, and half a pound of wine costs 8 cents. Throughout the year, there are only one or two holidays suitable for returning to my parents' home.

If you give money to someone after giving birth to a daughter, you can't call her a loser.

Why do most people have children these days? It is to carry on the family line and to have someone to take care of him when he gets old.

A small number of them follow the etiquette and customs... In a normal person's life, when he reaches a certain age, he has to get married and have a child.

Everyone is like this. If you fail to accomplish these two things at this age, you will seem to be an outlier.

How many of them want children for the purpose of "I like children"?

Poor families have enough to eat. When parents value interests more than anything else, the child will no longer be a child. He will become an item that can bring benefits to himself with a clear price tag.

"Many people think that a normal family, a normal person, should have a child when they get married. Most of them think that way. The ideas of the public will be considered right, and the ideas of the minority will never be recognized and will be ignored. It must be deviant." Fang Zichen pressed his forehead and said, "If I want a child, then I'm sure I'm not doing it for the purpose of carrying on the family line. At the very least, the first condition is that I like it. Because I like it, I think about it. If you want one, no matter if he is a boy, a girl, or my child, I will like him."

Fang Zichen said this, but how many people in the world can be like him?

Fang Zichen listened in the kitchen and sighed. Before, he thought that Meng was nothing, but now that he knows Xiaofeng's 'true identity' and recalls Meng's series of behaviors, he can understand it. Lost it.

But understanding does not mean recognition and acceptance.

In modern times, giving birth to a daughter would be more joyful than giving birth to a son. When an only daughter gets married, she also has the obligation to support her parents, and the man even has to accompany her, but this is different in feudal ancient times. A married daughter is just like thrown water. If the Meng family does not remarry, even if the Qiu family does not take back the land, Xiaofeng will be alone after she gets married. She will be lonely and helpless in her later years. She may die and smell bad. No one noticed that Xiaofeng would be criticized if she returned to her natal family too many times. Most people married when they were young, and their mother-in-law was in charge of the family. Not alive anymore.

Many people are selfish, and there is nothing wrong with Meng thinking about herself.

It's right, but it's wrong.

When Xiaofeng saw Meng leaving, she came out of the room feeling a little depressed.

There were too many ducks being killed now, and the ducks from the previous stores could no longer be supplied. Brother Zhao didn't have the time to think about anything else. After thinking twice about the troubles, he was thrown out and had to go find them. I ordered duck! How can there be so much time to be sad about spring and autumn?

Uncle He's family keeps a lot of ducks, but other families also keep a few. After all, ducks are easy to raise. There are many rivers and grasses in the village, and there are also a lot of snails in the streams. After they are older, the children can pick them up casually. If you drop it into the duck pen, it will have a full meal without spending any money on rice.

However, unlike chickens, ducks have a lot of feces and urine, and are very smelly, so there are fewer people raising them.

After visiting several stores, I ordered a dozen of them to be delivered to my home tomorrow. Brother Zhao sighed on the way.

When he signed the contract with Shopkeeper Yang, he only thought about thirty birds a day, which was four taels of silver. He was almost too beautiful to die for. After writing the name, he didn't think much about it. Only now did he remember it. Where can we get so many ducks?

We can get together today, but tomorrow and later?

This duck can't be raised within three months.

It's so annoying.

He went to find the duck, and Fang Zichen could only stay at home and watch the two children cook and wait for him. He knew how to cook. After several months of continuous hard work, he could now cook the food.

Now he is a man who can work in the hall and in the kitchen. Fang Zichen was so proud that his chest reached to the sky.

There were two pieces of tofu at home. Fang Zichen wanted to fry them, but they were so soft that he was not very good at frying them. He had fried them once before, but when he flipped the spatula over, the tofu fell into pieces.

Xiaofeng volunteered and said he could.

Fang Zichen watched from the side. The child was very skillful in heating the pot and heating oil. It looked like the same thing. I think he had to do this kind of work a lot when he was in the Liu family.

After frying and putting it on the plate, Fang Zichen looked at it for a while and commented: "This tofu is fried very well . However, if conditions permit, we can add a handful of chopped green onions so that when combined, it will be delicious and delicious." While sitting on the stove, he was the only one who followed his lead: "Yes, yes, father said it makes sense."

Xiaofeng didn't understand: "Onions, green onions, chopped green onions, divided again, right, right, right?"

"That's necessary. Ah!" Fang Zichen said: "People are divided into men and women, and green onions are also divided."

Xiaofeng asked shamelessly: "Then, what is the informal, onion, green onion?"

"Irregular? The green onions are greener." Fang Zichen patted his head and said, "Hey, go pick some from the yard. Uncle Zhao will be back later."

Brother Zhao ran half of the village. He used to be timid. Xiaofeng is similar. He is also a bit introverted and is afraid of interacting with others. He has developed a temperament over more than ten years. After staying with Fang Zichen for less than half a year, he has a faint tendency to move closer to Fang Zichen. Now he is not afraid of people and can be with anyone. A few words, and since his status is different now, everyone always has good words to say. Everyone likes to hear good words, and Brother Zhao is no exception. He never gets tired of hearing them praise Fang Zichen and Guaizi.

When people from the village come to visit, they always chat a few words before getting down to business. Brother Zhao visited more than a dozen stores, and his throat felt like smoke before he bought enough ducks.

While we were having dinner, a husband came to our door. He heard that Brother Zhao was collecting ducks and wanted a lot of ducks, so he wanted to ask him if he wanted to collect ducks from the next village.

That's for sure.

There are not enough ducks in this village to kill right now.

The young husband said that every household in his natal family raised some ducks, and if Brother Zhao wanted them, he would ask his natal family to sell them to him.

"If you want it, I'll give you eight cents per pound, but they have to deliver it themselves."

This is the price for ducks during the New Year and festivals, and they usually only cost seven cents.

The young husband was very happy. He chatted with Brother Zhao for a few more words, and then said that he wanted to send a message to his parents' family and go back first.

Fang Zichen studied business management for two years before, and was quite proficient in business matters. Brother Zhao followed him in the evening and studied with him. Now it seems that he has not done anything big, and sometimes he does not think everything through when doing things. But for a beginner, Being able to manage a store without having to worry about it, Fang Zichen felt that he had made progress.

Fang Zichen didn't ask how much money the shop had made after being open for so long, but it probably wasn't much, because Brother Zhao often complained about poverty, but it probably wouldn't be a loss. If it was, Brother Zhao would have closed the shop long ago. .

Meng came again in the evening.

She called someone at the courtyard gate, and Fang Zichen's handsome eyebrows furrowed in anger, and he said fiercely: "Why is it her again? Then why does the dog let her come every time? Is he confinement at home?"

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Brother Zhao stood up and said, "I'll go out and have a look."

Meng was quite roundabout at noon, saying she only wanted to see Xiaofeng to see how his wound was doing, but Brother Zhao didn't let her go, so she went back in a dignified manner. This time, he was very straightforward and said he wanted to take the child back.

Brother Zhao didn't let her in, but stretched out his hand directly: "He is your child, you can take him back if you want, but last time my husband and I took him to the medical center and we wasted a lot of money on medicine, you give it to me first?"

Liu Gouzi was in charge of the family's money. He was afraid that Meng would spend the money on Xiaofeng, a person who had no blood relationship with him, so he held on to the money tightly.

In the village, if the mother-in-law is old or the daughter-in-law is tough, the money is in her own hands. Meng has a soft temper and is easy to control, and she has not yet been able to manage the house. She is inexplicably ashamed: "I, I don't, you..." "..."

Liu Gouzi jumped out from the side: "What kind of money are you giving me?"

"Xiao Feng's medical money," Brother Zhao said.

There is a lot of work at home, and Liu Gouzi is really busy these days when Xiaofeng is not at home. He originally wanted Meng to do it alone, but the child always clings to her, forcing her to carry it, and cries when no one is around. Liu Gouzi spoils her The child was pampered so much that he had to do it by himself, chopping firewood and carrying water. The trivial work was annoying and tiring. In the past, the Ma family had no brother Zhao, and they couldn't last more than half a month, so they wanted to have him back. Now Liu Gouzi is doing the same. : "How much, I'll give it to you."

"Six hundred taels!" Brother Zhao said.

Liu Gouzi was dumbfounded: "How many, how much?"

Brother Zhao repeated: "Six hundred taels."

"I'm afraid you're not a donkey," Liu Gouzi kicked his eyes, blushing and thick-necked, as if he wanted to hit someone: "That little beast "Did you eat gold at the hospital?"

"Absolutely." Fang Zichen was in the room, and Brother Zhao was not afraid: "If you don't believe me, go to Jishi Hall and ask if you want Xiaofeng today. Take it back and give me six hundred taels. If you don't have it, then get out."

Fang Zichen leaned on the door and looked out: "Oh, your dad is so cool now, he knows how to tell people to get out."

"Yeah. !" Guaizi nodded and lay behind Fang Zi: "The tigress is so angry that the bad guy is afraid of the bird."

Fang Zichen slapped his butt: "Don't say this in front of your father again, be careful of your butt."

I was spanked several times by Brother Zhao. When I heard this, I subconsciously tightened my buttocks and covered my mouth, not daring to say anything.

"I don't need money, but my life. That's my child, why should I keep it with you?" Liu Gouzi glared: "You paid for that money yourself, and I didn't ask you to pay for it. Why do you ask us for it?" Brother Zhao

laughed angrily: "Then you don't want to give it?"

"No." Liu Gouzi stretched his neck and shouted: "You little beast, get out and go back to your mother today." If you don't come out, you won't be able to come in again."

He thought that Xiaofeng should be afraid if he said this. After all, he had often used this to tease Xiaofeng, but after he finished shouting, the yard became quiet. , like no one else.

"This little beast." He pushed Brother Zhao away and rushed in to grab him. Brother Zhao staggered two steps, and as soon as he stood firm, he turned around and shouted: "Husband~"

Fang Zichen rushed out of the main room. : "Come on, come on."

When Liu Gouzi saw Fang Zichen, he immediately retreated outside the courtyard gate.

Brother Zhao looked like a jackal when he saw him, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He took out a piece of paper from his arms and shook it. Fang Zichen saw three words clearly written on it - a letter of divorce!

Did you expect Mengshi to come? So well prepared.

Brother Zhao didn't want to do that, and said to Liu Gouzi: "This is the letter of dissolution of marriage. If you sign it for me, if you don't sign it, you will give me six hundred taels. If you don't have money and want to have a child, I will." Go to the Yamen and sue you."

Liu Gouzi didn't expect this to happen. It was impossible to sign. He rolled his eyes, pulled Meng and left, wanting to go home first to think of countermeasures.

Brother Zhao's eyes said: "Husband!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Are you treating him as a thug?

However, Brother Zhao now has a majestic expression on his face. He is completely different from the timid and cowardly person he used to be. He was like a cat. He had retracted his claws before and only exposed the soft flesh of his palms. His hair has exploded, his temper has become more angular, and he will wave his sharp claws to try to scare away enemies.

Ouch, this little guy is a little bit spicy, he's pretending to be intimidating!

Fang Zichen's heart beat like a drum when he saw it, his blood surged, and he stopped Liu Gouzi in a few steps.

"My husband is talking to you! What are you going to do? Did he let you go?"

Liu Gouzi was extremely cowardly when facing Fang Zichen. If he got into a fight with Fang Zichen, he wouldn't be able to defeat him. You can't win even if you say it.

As a grandson, he said with an apologetic smile: "If you don't go, I won't go."

Brother Zhao handed the paper over: "Then sign it!"

Liu Gouzi was still making the final struggle: "I, I can't write!"

This is true. Importantly, Liu Gouzi felt happy when he saw Brother Zhao frowning. Unexpectedly, Brother Zhao glanced at him and suddenly asked Guaizi to take out the needle.

He doesn't know how to do needlework. He bought cloth first and always bothered Aunt Liu. The times became too frequent, and Brother Zhao was inevitably embarrassed. Although he had money now, he no longer had to search for tens of thousands of dollars like he did before. Wen, it would be fine to buy ready-made clothes directly, but Brother Zhao still asked Fang Zichen to help him buy sewing and thread. He wanted to learn how to make it, and hoped that one day he could let Fang Zichen wear the clothes he had sewn for him.

The embroidery needles used to make clothes are generally small, while those used for shoe soles are thicker.

In ancient times, there were no machines, so goods made with meticulous work were expensive. When Fang Zichen went to buy them, the boss said that embroidery needles cost three cents each, and large needles for shoe soles cost two cents each.

The embroidery needle was so thin that it was useless at first glance. It might break after two stitches. Fang Zichen felt that he was already a family man and could consider everything in life. With a wave of his hand, he spent four coins. With the money, I bought two pins.

This needle is thick and long, a little thicker than a toothpick, and can be used for decades without breaking.

Liu Gouzi still doesn't understand what it means! Fang Zichen took the needle first, grabbed Liu Gouzi's hand like a bully, and injected five or six needles directly into his thumb.

This person looks so shameless, and he must be thick-skinned. At first, Xiaofeng was so injured that he couldn't live anymore, so he didn't come to ask for the person. He only wanted to take the person back after he recovered. He had always taken advantage of the person, but now there was someone Fang Zichen simply couldn't bear to try to get on top of him and take advantage.

He exerted force, and Liu Gouzi screamed out.

Seeing his thumb bleed, Meng shivered and said, "Master~"

Fang Zichen pricked it twice and felt more and more addictive. No wonder Grandma Rong loved pricking crape myrtle so much in the past!

The boy's eyes were hot when he saw it. He pricked it, and Liu Gouzi let out a squeal. He pricked it and raised his head to the sky and yelled. It was quite rhythmic and seemed to be fun: "Father, the boy is coming too. The boy is coming too."

"Okay." "Fang Zichen responded to his request. He kicked Liu Gouzi's kneecap. Liu Gouzi made a pop and knelt on the ground. Then he was firmly restrained by Fang Zichen and had his thumb lifted. Fang Zichen handed the needle to him. To the good boy: "Punch it, hit it here, use force, aim, don't accidentally hurt me."

Liu Gouzi felt as if he was being pressed by a mountain, unable to move, in broad daylight, the universe was bright, he never expected it. How could Fang Zichen do such an unconscionable thing.

He begged for mercy, but Fang Zichen refused to let go, so he began to curse.

Meng went to help, but Brother Zhao stopped him with his hand.

The good boy was about to stick the needle in his hand. When he saw him scolding, his little brows immediately wrinkled. In his eyes, it was okay for him to be bullied, but he dared to scold Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen. That was not okay. He felt like eating With half a kilogram of explosives, he stepped back a few meters angrily. After squinting his eyes and taking aim, he held the embroidery needle tightly in his two small hands and rushed towards Liu Gouzi.

"You dare to scold my father, my dear boy, I will prick you, I will prick you!!"

"Ah..." With their fingers linked to their hearts, this prick made Liu Gouzi's thumbs pierce, and he went there on the spot. Half life.

The good boy still felt that it was not enough, so he stabbed him several times: "You big bad guy, scold your father, good boy, stab you, stab you, stab you~"

Liu Gouzi kept shouting like a wolf, with tears and snot all over his face. , the thumb is riddled with holes and no place to prick it.

Enough blood had flowed by now, and Brother Zhao directly asked Fang Zichen to press his hand on the paper.

Just in case, Meng was asked to press it too.

Liu Gouzi cried and was helped back by Meng. As he walked away, he cursed and greeted Fang Zichen's eighteen generations of ancestors. Not to mention, he also cursed various human organs.

Meng's heart was still frightened: "Master, please stop saying a few words! If someone hears and accuses him, I'm afraid he will be beaten again."

Liu Gouzi immediately stopped talking, turned his head and looked back, only to feel that the fence surrounded The small courtyard next to it was even scarier than the bandit's den.

At first, he was still thinking that he would definitely not be able to give out the six hundred taels. It would be fine if the child did not get it back. Brother Zhao could buy ginseng for that little beast. It must be good for the boy. He was driving in the town. Shop, I have bought so much chili peppers and garlic in the village in the past few months. At a rough estimate, I have bought more than a dozen taels. The little beast follows him. If he slips something between his fingers, the little beast can make a lot of money. When the time comes, he asks Meng to go over and ask for the key points. The little beast and Meng have a mother-son relationship. If Meng asks, he will give it to him.

Now that he had suffered like this, let alone signing the divorce letter, even if he didn't sign it, he would not dare to come again.

This house, big and small, is so scary.

Seeing Liu Gouzi hurried away like a pissed off man, Fang Zichen took Brother Zhao back to the room and said, "What's going on with the divorce letter? Have you discussed it with Xiaofeng beforehand?"

"We have discussed it." The blood seal has not yet dried. , Brother Zhao blew it: "I did this only after Xiaofeng agreed. Most of the people in the village are kind, but there are always a few with impure minds. If I don't sign the divorce letter, I'm afraid there will be constant trouble in the future."

He Having lived in the village for a long time, I have seen all kinds of bad things.

People have sympathy, Xiaofeng lives with them, not to mention the popular ones, but at least they are better than the people in the village. If Liu Gouzi sends Meng to visit Qiufeng in the future, and Xiaofeng doesn't give it, the villagers are afraid You want to be jealous, point at his spine and say that he is unfilial.

Even if the relationship is broken, there is no guarantee that Liu Gouzi will not cause trouble. Only when Liu Gouzi coaxes their family can this matter be completely broken off.

Chapter 194

After Meng left, Xiaofeng held the rabbit doll and remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking. It was not until Brother Zhao came that he threw himself into Brother Zhao's arms.

Brother Zhao sighed and gently stroked his back: "Are you reluctant to leave your mother?"

"No, no." Xiaofeng's voice was choked: "She gave birth to a younger brother. I hugged him, and he cried. I, I can't coax, it's not good, she scolds me, every time, I, I know, I don't have it, mother."

I know it, but I still have illusions.

This fantasy failed to come true. In the medical clinic and during his painful waiting, this fantasy was completely shattered.

But when he saw Meng pressing his fingerprints through the crack of the door without any hesitation, his heart still couldn't help but shrink.

It's not as uncomfortable as I imagined, it's just like being bitten by ants, not so painful that it's excruciating.

As he had expected, the moment he saw Liu Gouzi pressed down with his handprints, he even breathed a sigh of relief, and the nerves that had been tense all of a sudden relaxed.

But it also means that he will really have no home in the future.

"Zhao, Uncle Zhao." The corners of Xiaofeng's eyes were red, and he shrank his head as if he had made a mistake and was waiting for blame. He bit his lip until it almost bled, and then he finally plucked up the courage again and raised his hand to grab Brother Zhao's hand. Begged: "You, you, don't, don't throw me away from now on, can you leave me? I, I can do, work."

I can work, wash clothes, chop firewood, I can do any kind of work, and I will never do it. He was lazy, he shed tears, and kept talking, just to make Brother Zhao not abandon him for the sake of his ability.

Brother Zhao slowly exhaled: "No, Uncle Zhao will take you wherever he goes from now on." He tried to find a home for Xiaofeng, just like Fang Zichen did to coax him: "Tomorrow I will let your Uncle Fang go." I'll register you under your uncle Fang's name, okay? Then we will be a family, okay?"

Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment and nodded vigorously: "Yeah! Yes, I will.

" Zichen went to work and unexpectedly saw Mr. Wu in the store.

Fang Zichen blinked: "Old man, why are you here?"

Mr. Wu took a sip of tea, but before he could speak, he heard him say again: "It's been less than two months since you went back, and you're here again. You have old arms and legs." "It's a long and bumpy ride, but you're not afraid of losing your life on the road."

Mr. Wu: "..."

Did he want to come?

He sent a box of books to Fang Zichen. Some of them had analytical annotations written on them, but some did not. He was afraid that Fang Zichen would encounter problems, so he told Yang Mingyi to tell him his address. If he didn't understand, he could tell him his address. He wrote a letter to him, but it took more than a month after the letter was delivered, and Fang Zichen didn't send him a letter. He couldn't bear it, fearing that Yang Mingyi would forget it, so he looked for it himself.

He had learned about Fang Zichen's mouth before, and could barely control the tone this time.

"Have you finished reading all the books I asked Brother Yi to bring you last time?"

The old man was not frightened at first glance, and he looked like an old naughty boy. He was afraid that he would not believe me if he told me, and he was afraid that the other party would check randomly. Fang Zichen said vaguely: "Only half of it."

"How much?" Mr. Wu asked.

Fang Zichen thought for a while and said: "Eight/nine books."

If it had been anyone else, Mr. Wu would have thought that this person was studious and diligent. But if it were Fang Zichen, he could read and understand these books thoroughly in more than half a month. When I inquired with shopkeeper Yang, he said that this kid always looked sleepy when reading and playing. He only seemed a little active when he was cooking and chatting with the waiters.

Except for that mouth, Fang Zichen looks like a smart guy with a smart mind. If he is willing to learn, his future is limitless. Mr. Wu is afraid that he will go astray due to his young age and no one to control him. Fang Zichen can help him. Thanks to his kindness and his love for talents, he tossed and turned for several nights and finally decided to take a trip.

"You said you read it, but did you encounter any confusion about its meaning? What if..."

"Boy Fang," the fat master called him from the backyard: "Come quickly, I have something good for you. "

Almost as soon as he said these words, Mr. Wu saw a dark shadow flash before his eyes, and then Fang Zichen's voice rang in the backyard: "I, Mr. Fang, are here~"

Yang Mingyi saw that his breathing was short and rapid, so he hurriedly poured it for him. cup of tea.

It was next to the counter, and people were coming and going. Mr. Wu couldn't curse, so he could only drink two sips of tea to relieve his anger. When he saw Fang Zichen coming back with a piece of snack in his mouth, grabbing a piece in each hand without any image, That tone came back again.

Look, does this look like a scholar?

It's simply insulting to politeness.

This crispy jujube cake was ordered by a guest, and it was only for one plate. It was considered a 'stealing'. It is always a bad idea to take too much and be discovered by the guests. Fang Zichen handed a piece to Yang Mingyi. When Mr. Wu saw that Yang Mingyi reached out to take it, he just felt One of his grandsons, who was very prosperous and serious, was led astray by Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen frowned when he saw him glaring at him: "Old man, if you keep glaring at me, I won't give it to you!"

This thing is not cheap. Only those who wait for the big boss to come will occasionally order a plate. He I don't have to eat it often.

"I don't want to eat." Mr. Wu took a deep breath. Seeing that he was only focused on eating, he said earnestly: "My child, when you are young, you have to work hard. Don't just enjoy life and food, otherwise..."

Fang Zichen chewed Holding the soft snack: "I know." He interrupted Mr. Wu: "If when you are young, you only know how to enjoy life, enjoy food, and enjoy love, then when you get old, you will find that you have basically I don't have any regrets anymore."

Mr. Wu: "

I shouldn't have come, I really shouldn't have come."

...

At noon, Brother Zhao came over with his two children. They were all his own. Shopkeeper Yang took them directly to the third floor, where Fang Zichen was playing chess with Mr. Wu.

The atmosphere in the room seemed a bit solemn. It was winter, and even though there was a basin of charcoal inside, it was not very hot, but Mr. Wu was sweating profusely.

Brother Zhao didn't dare to disturb him. The outside of Zuixiao Building looked magnificent, and the inside was not bad. Xiaofeng was very reserved as soon as he walked in. He kept looking down at the road, not daring to look around, and he didn't make any noise. , only the good boy, when he saw Yang Mingyi, he rushed towards him and said that he hadn't seen him for a long time and missed him. He kissed him and ran to the chessboard again: "Oh, grandpa, you are here too. Good boy, I haven't seen you for a long time." "Why don't you, Ximo, go to Guaizi's house?"

Mr. Wu touched his head and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Grandpa is busy and has no time. I will visit you when he is free." He looked at Fang Zichen: "Your husband is here, is there something wrong?"

"Yes!" Fang Zichen pointed at Xiaofeng and said, "I have to go to the Yamen to register the child."

Mr. Wu glanced at Xiaofeng and didn't ask any more questions. Shopkeeper Yang listened to Fang Zichen talk about Feng for a few times. Mr. Wu asked him about Fang Zichen's situation. Shopkeeper Yang was very sincere and explained everything in detail. After all, he felt sorry for the child and waved his hand to let them go.

It was cold outside, so the two children were not taken with them.

After leaving the Zuixiao Building, Brother Zhao felt a little puzzled: "Just now, Mr. Wu heard that we were going to do something. He seemed to be relieved. Did something happen?"

Fang Zichen pouted: "What could happen? The old man knew that I could play chess, so he said that he had been studying chess for a long time and wanted to compete with me. As a result, we played three games. I gave him every turn, and he returned the favor. I'm losing, I can't win, and I'm embarrassed to speak. I've just played half of the game, and I'm about to lose again. Seeing that I'm going to work, I can't help but feel relieved." The more he talked, the angrier he became: "This old man is not very good. After two sentences, he blew his nose and glared, saying that I don't respect the elderly and care for the young."

There was a smile in Brother Zhao's eyes that was not easy to detect by others: "No wonder I saw that his face was not very good just now. He is a master of public education, and you are also very old. How dare you make people angry like that?"

Fang Zichen said, "If a dog is not brave, he will starve to death."

Brother Zhao laughed.

When Yang Mingyi saw the boy with such a haircut, he was so curious that he kept touching it. The boy's hair was soft and felt like a cat. Yang Mingyi couldn't help but find it funny when he listened to his ramble. He was always calm, and he was quite old despite his young age. Cheng, seeing him showing a childlike smile again, Mr. Wu felt uncomfortable.

Guaizi also introduced Xiaofeng to Yang Mingyi. The other person was a brother and they were about the same age, so Yang Mingyi could chat with him quite well.

Xiaofeng wasn't afraid of him either. Although he was introverted, he still longed for friends. The two brothers chatted and didn't know what they were talking about. The good boy looked at this and that, unable to get in the conversation, and he couldn't sit still. , he got off Yang Mingyi's arms, lay down at the table, and flipped through a book.

Ordinary children have little patience, and if they don't understand, they will flip through the pages and throw the book away when there is nothing interesting. Mr. Wu saw that he looked at it for a long time before turning the pages, as if he knew the words.

He could tell that Fang Zichen doted on his children, so he wasn't surprised that he recognized two words for "good boy", but looking at him like this, it was obvious that he didn't just recognize two words.

"Good boy," Mr. Wu put down his tea cup, came closer and asked, "Can you understand this book?"

"Barely." Good boy said, "You don't even know six of the characters. Oh, "It's so difficult!"

This is a miscellaneous book that Yang Mingyi read. It is about the customs and customs of each state, and it is not boring. The words and sentences are relatively clear. It is not like the imperial examination books. Wen Chuchu.

Mr. Wu's breath was suffocated. He didn't have much contact with the boy last time they met. He only thought that the kid looked cute, but when he opened his mouth, people wanted to slap him. He didn't know he was so extraordinary: " Are there only six words you don't recognize?"

"Yeah." Guaizi flipped through the book, looking like he was having fun.

"What six characters are they?" Mr. Wu asked.

The good boy doesn't feel annoyed when he is disturbed. After staying with Brother Zhao for a long time, he is always more patient than other children. In addition, the other child is an old man. Fang Zichen reminded him to respect the old and love the young. When facing the old man, He is even more patient.

Mr. Wu saw that he pointed to six characters. These characters were relatively complicated and unfamiliar. Not to mention the good boy, even the boy, I am afraid he would not be able to recognize them.

Chapter 195

Wu Laoyou didn't believe it, so he pointed out a few words and asked Guaizi to read them. Seeing that he not only read them correctly, but also could write them, he couldn't help but be shocked and couldn't help praising him.

The good boy is neither arrogant nor arrogant: "The tiger father is like a dog. My father is tired of being hurt, and the good boy is naturally tired of being hurt. Doesn't grandpa understand this? He is too stupid to do it!"

Mr. Wu choked: " You know a lot of words, right?"

"Yeah! My father teaches me the word "Erxi" every day, and I know a lot of birds." He was not polite as he was flipping through the book. , asked Mr. Wu if he could eat this snack? He wanted to eat a little bit to replenish his energy. Seeing Mr. Wu nodding, he took three pieces, gave one piece to Xiaofeng, one piece to Yang Mingyi, and stuffed the other piece into his mouth.

After eating, he leaned back to the table. Fang Zichen didn't teach him so much before. At the beginning, Fang Zichen taught him three words a day. The child was still young, and he didn't want to put pressure on others. Not everyone in the world could Being able to teach like he did when he was a child, he found that Guaizi had the same demeanor as he did back then. He had a good brain and a good memory. He could remember words after reading and listening to them several times. Fang Zichen found that he had As long as it was acceptable and would not put any pressure on him, I decided to teach him twenty words every day. The little he learned made more, and after repeated practice, the boy recognized more words.

Mr. Wu became interested in talents again and wanted to abduct him back to Yuanzhou, but he was coaxed several times and offered food and toys, but the good boy did not fall for the trick.

"Don't you want to be an official?" Mr. Wu finished asking. He was afraid that he didn't understand what an official was, so he said garrulously: "Do you know what an official is?"

"Hey! What you are asking is that the old man is looking down on the good boy." The good boy frowned and was a little unhappy. Although he was a young man, he had a good reputation. He said: "The official just sits in the yamen and always slaps the table and says that. When you are an official, you are so awesome that the common people have to kneel down when they see a bird.

"Yes, being an official is respected by people and loved by the people." Mr. Wu pulled him to him, picked him up and sat on his lap, and asked lovingly, "So, what if you want to be an official? " You think, go to Yuanzhou with your grandpa, and grandpa will teach you how to read and write, and when you grow up, you can take the exam and get a good name."

Yang Mingyi frowned slightly when he heard this. He knew that his grandfather loved talents, but...

As expected, the good boy did not disappoint Yang Mingyi: "My father will take the exam in March next year. If he passes the exam, he will be a scholar. Next year, he will take the exam for benevolence, and then he will take the top prize, and then He can become an official. When my father becomes an official, the good boy will be the second generation official. The good boy will still use Cosimo! Isn't it good to be the second generation official?"

Mr. Wu: "..."

"Being an official makes a lot of money. The good boy is both a second-generation official and a second-generation rich man. He can be messed with when he likes it. But my father said that benevolence must make progress and keep studying and working hard, otherwise he will be eliminated by society and become a scumbag." You scumbag, you don't even have to be a benevolent person to sweep the floor." The good boy rubbed his head and said in distress: "The good boy is still young and can't take the exam, so now the good boy can be a little benevolent, and when the good boy grows up, he will be an adult. When my father was a big official, the little official had to kneel down and mess with me. Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi were like this."

Mr. Wu: "..."

Tong Yan Wuji, Children's words are unbridled.

Mr. Wu took a few deep breaths and advised: "Son, you can't actually make much money as an official."

This is true. The salary of officials from the fourth rank down is not high. Most of them are business.

There are laws in Daxia, and officials are not allowed to engage in business, but there are often policies from above and countermeasures from below.

Not engaged in business, a seventh-grade official like the county magistrate only earns about eight or nine taels a month. In addition, the court still has a lot of supplementary funds, such as job money, salary, chestnuts, cooking supplies, and additional public silver. , job fields, shops, etc., but the total does not actually exceed twenty taels.

If there is no business, how can a small county magistrate like Jiang Zhengwen afford to have wives and concubines in the backyard? Where did the slaves in the courtyard come from?

Officials are not allowed to engage in business, but they can register them under their wives' names. With their increased status and convenience, business will be easier to do. As long as you don't commit adultery, the court will mostly turn a blind eye.

Therefore, most officials are not poor. Except for a few upright officials who are unwilling to take advantage of loopholes and are very poor, most of them are extremely rich.

"Grandpa, you are so stupid." The good boy looked at Mr. Wu and touched his old face with his small hands. His big eyes were full of pity: "Grandpa, you are so stupid! You are so rich and pitiful."

Mr. Wu: "..."

"You don't get a lot of money to be an official, so why does everyone want to be an official?" Guaizi sighed and said, "Grandpa, do you think everyone is a fool? That official last time Master, my father said that he has a wife, eighteen concubines, and twenty-three wives. He has so many benevolences. How can he keep them without money? He is also a fool, marrying so many benefactors. Do you need to come upstairs to sleep at night? If the bed is not big, it will be crowded. I feel like a good boy now."

He wanted to hug Fang Zichen when he went to sleep at night, but he couldn't hug Fang Zichen, and he couldn't hug Ultraman. Hugging Fang Zichen was distressing.

The county master is a fool, marrying so many people and sleeping with them, and he can't hold them in his arms.

Jiang Zhengwen was just a wife, three concubines, and a common-in-law. Fang Zichen, a bastard, really said everything to his children, even if he said it, he even made it so exaggerated.

"Most good officials are honest, and those who are honest are also good officials." Mr. Wu said, "Unless they are corrupt, bend the law, and accept bribes."

"That's not right." The good boy shook his head and said stubbornly, "Father said that, being honest does not necessarily mean being honest. A good official and a good official system can make the people have a few drops of blood. At the same time, he can fill his own pockets and he can also have a belly full of fat. Being an official cannot let the people have enough. He is so incorruptible that only his pants are left. I'm not a good official either."

Mr. Wu: "..."

He couldn't refute a word.

This sounds ridiculous, but upon closer inspection, it seems to make some sense.

He touched the boy's face with complicated eyes.

The good boy scratched his head. His hands were small, and the back of his hand was no bigger than a glutinous rice ball. Mr. Wu scratched his head for him: "Is your head itchy?"

"Yeah!" The good boy twisted his little body comfortably: "I've been itching a lot lately. , I guess I need to grow a few more birds."

Mr. Wu: "..."

Yang Mingyi and Xiaofeng covered their mouths and laughed.

When Fang Zichen entered the yamen, it was as if he had returned to his own home. He took Brother Zhao to find Lao Wang, and asked him to help get Xiaofeng's household registration under his name, and then took out the divorce letter for him to record.

In this way, even if Liu Gouzi wants to go back on his word and treat Xiaofeng, there will be no way.

Brother Zhao collected his household registration and went back to Zuixiao Building with Fang Zichen to pick up the two children, and then planned to go to the store to take a look. Mr. Wu touched the boy's face and sent him to the door with a complicated expression on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief, but seemed to be reluctant to give up. He called Brother Zhao, and when he turned around, he opened his mouth and thought of something, then shook his head and said it was okay.

Fang Zichen was about to go to work, and Mr. Wu stopped him: "Come with me. I have something to discuss with you." When Mr.

Wu

finished speaking, Fang Zichen couldn't sit still: "What did you say?"

To have someone like Mr. Wu personally teach me, if it had been someone else, I'd probably be so happy that I couldn't find anything to do with it.

Li Yixing's tutor just passed the provincial examination and ranked at the bottom. Just like this, the second room of the Li family still paid a high price to invite him back. Don't say anything else, Mr. Wu ranked first in the provincial examination that year, and he was also the same. The prefect is a good friend, and he will have help when he becomes an official in the future. Shopkeeper Yang told him about this matter. For these two points, many people wanted to join him, but Fang Zichen's first reaction was not happiness, but It was vaguely irritable and angry.

This old thief wants to rob him and smash him! !

Mr. Wu: "If you can trust me, I will take your son back and teach him personally. He..."

"What are you talking about in your sleep in broad daylight?" Fang Zichen interrupted, as anxious as a tiger that had invaded his territory. : "My son is only three years old, how can he be separated from others."

This is indeed true. My son is too young. Now when he goes to bed at night, he can't see Brother Zhao or Fang Zichen, and no acquaintance is with him. He didn't want to sleep no matter what. He clung to Fang Zichen, but when he fell asleep at night, he would still subconsciously crawl into Brother Zhao's arms, squirming against his chest, as if he was looking for milk to drink, and he seemed to be You have to smell his scent to fall asleep.

That's it, why don't you go to Yuanzhou? Damn Yuanzhou.

"It doesn't matter." Mr. Wu waved his hand: "My grandson is eight years old this year, and the nanny who serves him is the best at taking care of the child. If you go with me, you can rest assured that she will take special care of him."

Fang Zichen still said Shake his head.

He just smashed her up like this, and he would almost die thinking about it if he didn't see her for a day. If he didn't talk about Brother Zhao, he wouldn't want to.

"It's still too small," he said.

"Children from aristocratic families often start their education at the age of three, so the good boy is not young anymore." Mr. Wu said.

"It still doesn't work." Fang Zichen refused to let go: "He is still young and has not grown very much. I am afraid that he will be under great pressure and will not be able to grow by then."

Mr. Wu said: "You should understand that parents love their children. The plan is far-reaching, now don't ruin the child for your own selfishness."

Fang Zichen rolled his eyes.

He just didn't want to smash it for the sake of his children.

Studying is stressful. If the pressure is too great, you won't grow taller. If you don't grow taller, you will be short. What future is there?

People often say that a tall, rich and handsome man is short and a poor man, but he doesn't want his son to end up in the latter position.

Moreover, the old man sometimes speaks in a formal manner and looks like a stubborn old man. In most cases, children enter the 'imitation sensitive period' around the age of three. At this time, they are good at observing and interested in external things. At this stage, the first objects they imitate are the adults who have been accompanying and taking care of them for a long time. This is why many children have the appearance of 'little adults', or have the shadow of their parents. At this time, it is crucial to guide the children correctly. .

He didn't want his son to be taught by this old man to be a little stubborn and an antique.

Chapter 196

Fang Zichen has been praised since childhood.

His father said at the beginning that if someone like him got into business, he would be a business wizard.

His mother said that he was extremely talented and that as long as he worked hard, he could be a leader in the industry.

The uncle said that he has the qualifications to be an official. If he takes the civil service examination, he will be promising in the future.

Grandpa said that he was born to feed the country. He was righteous, strong-willed, had a high ideological consciousness, and had the potential to be a soldier.

He studied literature at the age of three, business at the age of seven, politics at the age of eight, and was able to ride a horse into the west wind at the age of nine. A top-notch plutocratic family devoted all their efforts to cultivate talents who can hold power at the top and carry out bricks at the bottom. What is he capable of? No?

No matter what his son wants to do when he grows up, it will benefit a lot if you stay with him and learn three points of his skills. He can teach it himself and let his son develop all-round development of body, intelligence, virtue and beauty. Have to go to Yuanzhou?

Just kidding.

Mr. Wu could also see that this man doted on his children. Even if Brother Zhao agreed to take the good boy to Yuanzhou, the good boy didn't make a fuss when he came back. Fang Zichen would probably cry to find his son first.

Fang Zichen disagreed, and Brother Zhao 'doted' Fang Zichen so much, so he wouldn't agree even more.

That's all, the family will move to Yuanzhou next year anyway, let's talk about it later!

...

There isn't much hot sauce left in the store.

I just made some before and put them in the store. There is a kitchen and a main room in the backyard, and a small hut outside. There is no place to put the hot sauce. It is not good to put too many in the store, so Brother Zhao will put all the hot sauce. Keep some at home.

Last time, 300 cans were transported by oxcart, and now they are almost sold out. If this trend continues, I am afraid that the stock will be out of stock before the next batch of chili comes out.

There are not many people in town who can afford to eat hot sauce every day. The fastest sales are due to a few salesmen who came to get the goods last time. They buy the goods from Brother Zhao and sell them to the next county. They should be selling well. They come in every now and then to stock up.

When supply exceeds demand and goods are in short supply, prices should be raised.

A bottle used to cost one hundred cents, but now it's ten cents more. The price started to rise at noon, and the customers who came to buy were not happy when they heard about it. They just said that it was a good thing that the price had gone up.

Brother Zhao explained that although the ingredients used in the hot sauce remained the same, the peppers did not produce seeds in the cold weather and the goods were rare and expensive, so the price had to be raised. In the past, he did not make much money, and the rent was not enough to pay, so he had no money. The only way is to increase the price, after all, my family also needs to eat, right?

This is indeed the truth. Everyone likes spicy food. In the past, we often went to the stalls to buy chili peppers. In winter, chili peppers are indeed more expensive. Only the last crop is really ugly, so it is sold cheaper.

When customers come, they all say the same thing. Most of those who can eat hot sauce don't look down on the ten cents, so the price has increased, and the business has not been affected to much.

Brother Zhao visited several drug stores, bought some ingredients separately, and then went to Jishi Hall to grab medicine for Fang Zichen and Xiaofeng before heading home.

Aunt Liu and the others had already taken care of the ducks. Brother Zhao went to get the ducks, and Xiaofeng consciously took the boy to dig for earthworms and pull goat grass.

There are sixty ducks, and the duck intestines and duck kidneys are almost two large buckets. I can't finish them all at home. Brother Zhao bought the ingredients and wanted to try braising them. If they were delicious, he would sell them in the store.

Aunt Liu and the others handled the duck intestines very cleanly, poured them into the pot, put in the marinade package they had prepared, and added an appropriate amount of water, soy sauce, salt, ginger, soju and vinegar. Thinking that most people in the town like spicy food, Brother Zhao put in another handful of dried chili peppers.

Just after cooking for a while, the smell wafted out. Before it was out of the pot, the two children gathered around the stove and kept swallowing water. Their eyes were eager, as if they had been hungry for two hundred years. Brother Zhao pretended not to see them and ordered them to go. Feeding chickens in the backyard. The last time Xiaofeng came back from the hospital, the boy said he wanted to kill chickens for him to eat. When he got up in the morning, he didn't mention it. Brother Zhao thought he had forgotten, so he didn't mention it. Who knew that at noon, he would kill chickens for him to eat? When he came back from doing laundry, the boy sat in the kitchen and lit the fire with his chicken in his arms.

The big chicken weighed just over two kilograms, and the smaller ones he bought later weighed less than a kilogram. They couldn't eat it. He persuaded him for a long time and pulled out a piece of wood before he was willing to let the chicken go. When he went to the backyard, he loved to eat chicken and was very diligent in feeding the chickens. Last time, the chicken died and there was a big bulge on its neck. Brother Zhao touched it and shook his head helplessly.

The chicken is exhausted.

Fang Zichen came back in the evening, and after he had washed his hands, dinner was officially served at home. The duck intestines were tender and crispy, spicy and fragrant. Xiaofeng stretched out his chopsticks, but Brother Zhao pushed them away.

"You can't eat spicy food yet. There is pork in the fungus, so you can eat that one."

Xiaofeng felt aggrieved.

On the day he came back, Dr. Xu admitted that he had heard it. It was okay if he didn't eat spicy food a few days ago, but now everyone's mouths were filled with oil, and the aroma kept pouring into his nose, which made him lose his mind. When it arrived on the plate, the pork was bland and tasteless.

"Brother, you are so generous!" The good boy was still chewing duck intestines, his cheeks were bulging, and his delicate little nose was stained with oil. It must have been from eating rice just now: "Brother is really too rich and pitiful. But brother, don't be sad. I'll help you take a few more bites. It's so fragrant. It's so fragrant!"

Xiaofeng: "..."

Xiaofeng suddenly wanted to knock for some reason. he.

I was so busy that the end of the month soon came, and then the New Year also arrived.

After hearing that Shopkeeper Yang said that someone would perform that night, Fang Zichen wanted to take Brother Zhao and the two children to go shopping.

The boy was so happy that he couldn't sleep at night.

As the end of the year approached, various bosses were vying to treat guests to dinner. The building was so busy that Fang Zichen couldn't ask for leave, so he had to ask Brother Zhao to bring his children to him later in the evening.

Brother Zhao took out the clothes that Fang Zichen brought him from Yuanzhou last time. He used to be reluctant to wear them when working, for fear of getting dirty and unable to wash them off, but now he can wear them.

The hairband is also tied.

Although there is no sunshine today, the wind is still strong, and it is still a bit cold, but it is much better than rain. At least the road is not muddy, otherwise I will not know how to take the two children out if they are wet.

Guaizi and Xiaofeng were dressed thickly, and now they were wearing hats. The white rabbit fur around the brim of the hat and the collar looked warm.

The two children are noisy, and Xiaofeng has watched the boy grow up. They have an extraordinary bond. They were close friends before, and now that they live together, they are like brothers who are loyal to each other.

Xiaofeng no longer had to be scolded or beaten, and became much more cheerful. Together with the good boy, you chased after me, and the laughter spread far and wide. Brother Zhao followed behind, his brows full of smiles.

There are some wild chrysanthemums blooming in the short grass on both sides of the road, dotted here and there in the green space. They will remain unbeaten all year round, unlike other flowers and plants that wither as soon as winter comes.

Brother Zhao picked two flowers to play with, but no matter how he looked at them, he found that they were not as beautiful as the ones given by Fang Zichen.

In the past, when Fang Zichen came back early after work, he would always pick bouquets of flowers for him. They were common in the fields and were not a rare thing. But Brother Zhao liked them very much. For this reason, he even bought a vase and put it away. The flowers placed next to the small window in the room will wither after two days. Fang Zichen will always come back with a new bunch before they wither. Fang Zichen said, this is called romance.

Brother Zhao couldn't help but think of Fang Zichen when he looked at the flowers, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise.

He is dressed in light blue gorgeous clothes. After living in late autumn and winter, his complexion has become much whiter. With good food and good housing, his complexion is rosy and shiny.

He had completely shed the gloomy, decadent and lifeless appearance of the past, and now he was full of vitality.

Ma Wen was stunned.

He saw another different side of Brother Zhao again. At this moment, he realized what kind of life he had lived and why he resented him so much.

At first, he followed the town's master as a merchant and made money. His family was warm and respectful to him.

Now, once they fall into the quagmire, the faces of the family begin to change.

In the past, when Brother Zhao was beaten and scolded, he couldn't see it, but he always advised him to endure it. Brother Zhao also said that he didn't like him, and this was one of the reasons.

But he had never experienced it at that time, so he thought it was just a few slaps and a few curse words. What's wrong?

There won't be any missing pieces of meat.

Now, having personally experienced the overt and insidious ridicule of the Li family and the Sun family, he realized that verbal abuse does not make people lose a piece of flesh, but it can also be like a dull knife, stabbing in the same place over time. Invincible or bloody.

He only suffered one thing, and he felt depressed and disgusted. He felt out of breath even if he stayed at home for a while. His own family members could be like this, let alone Brother Zhao!

When he confessed his love to Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao didn't agree to it. Even when he came closer, Brother Zhao frowned in disgust. At that time, he was young and energetic. He was on guard.

He didn't have anyone before, but he could still live in the same courtyard and not look up when he looked down. He felt somewhat comforted, thinking that the future was long and there was no need to rush it. But now... his

eyes were too hot, Brother Zhao turned his head, Then he frowned and turned back.

He seemed unwilling to take a second look.

Ma Wen smiled bitterly and bent down to continue cutting pig grass.

Brother Zhao hates the Ma family and himself, as he should.

There is a night ban in the town. Except for the fireworks area, ordinary shops must close at eight o'clock. Except for the main street, pedestrians are not allowed to walk freely on the four streets of east, west, south and north.

In order to avoid trouble, except for those who are looking for flowers and willows, most people usually stay at home after seven o'clock and do not go out.

In this young year, there is no need for night fasting.

Fang Zichen had to be busy, so Brother Zhao took his two children to the store to wait. It was a holiday today, so the store was not open in the afternoon. Brother Zhou had already gone back. Brother Zhao originally wanted to ask him to come with him, but there were two elderly people at home. Brother Zhou has been busy in the town recently. He went back to wash up in the evening and then went to bed. He didn't have much time to spend with his family. Now that he has free time and it's the holiday, he thought of spending time with his family and having a good chat. He declined.

Li Dajin came over and asked Li Yanmei to go back to eat and sell herself as a servant. Without the consent of the master, how could Li Yanmei dare to go back without authorization? Plus, she would become a slave. Sister Li looked down on their family. She would not be immune to his strange temper when she went back. Didn't go back.

The roast duck was sold out today. The duck intestines and duck kidneys were put in the store earlier. No one bought much because they were too dirty. Brother Zhao thought about it and came up with a plan.

Chapter 197

At noon the next day, when everyone came to buy roast duck, they saw a girl sitting next to the window where they were buying roast duck, holding a bowl of white rice, and a plate of browned duck intestines on the small stool in front of her. , the little girl ate so deliciously, one bite after another, her cheeks were bulging, it was like eating noodles, huffing and puffing, everyone knew it without asking.

It must be delicious.

If not, this girl wouldn't be able to behave like this.

Children are the most picky and usually won't take two bites of something they don't like.

Everyone bought some with the mentality of giving it a try.

It's not expensive anyway, only six cents per tael.

After buying it, everyone said it was delicious. Although it was intestines and kidneys filled with feces, it had no taste at all. On the contrary, it was fragrant and delicious.

Today, two large buckets of duck intestines and duck kidneys have been bought. It is the festival, and Brother Zhao allocated some money for Li Yanmei to go out and buy some meat and vegetables.

In the evening, the streets became lively.

Everyone wants to take advantage of this day to make some money to celebrate the New Year. Small stalls are set up from the street to the end of the street, which is more lively than on market day. Red lanterns are hung at the entrances of the shops on both sides. The small vendors are cheering. Fang Zichen has not yet After work, the boy hugged Brother Zhao's calf and looked eagerly towards the street.

It was getting dark before Fang Zichen's tall figure appeared from the street.

"Father~"

The good boy rushed towards him. Fang Zichen caught him with both hands, lifted him up by his armpits, and rubbed his face: "Oh, why is it so cold!"

The good boy hugged his neck tightly. Tight: "It's not ice, it's not ice. My dear, I miss my father. It's hot!"

Brother Zhao led Xiaofeng over: "He will wait for you at the door. He has been waiting for almost half an hour."

Fang Zichen left a free hand . Go to lead him: "Don't do this next time, the wind is blowing! What should I do if I catch a cold? Have you eaten?"

Brother Zhao interlocked with him: "Not yet, what about you! Have you eaten? "How about I ask Sister Li to order some noodles for us?"

"No." Fang Zichen looked at the row of smoking food stalls and said, "Just buy some snacks later. Do you have any money?"

Brother Zhao smiled softly: "Bring it, I'll let you eat it later."

What Fang Zichen was waiting for was his words: "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

The street was full of people, and the crowds were crowded and crowded. There are many stalls and even more people. Guys and girls who usually don't go out often come out at this time. Young couples who have been introduced by the matchmaker and have made an engagement usually come to meet each other at this time to see their conduct. They looked so enthusiastic, and after saying a few words, they started holding hands. It was a lively little year, and no one would be too restrictive on this kind of day.

Xiaofeng is short, he is said to be eight years old, but he is not tall because he is full and hungry all year round. When he looks around, he only sees a smoky butt, and the air is not fresh down there. Everyone comes out to have fun, eat and drink. Farts are inevitable, and some men's shoes and socks have not been washed much since winter. There is inevitably a smell when walking around in a crowded space. The crowd is so crowded that Xiao Feng's hat would be tilted. If it weren't for Brother Zhao, Protect me, lest I fall down.

Fang Zichen let the boy sit on his neck, then picked up Xiaofeng, then put his arm around Brother Zhao, hugging him into his arms, trying not to let anyone bump into him.

This is a very secure position.

Brother Zhao looked up at him and could only see his firm chin and slightly convex Adam's apple, as if there was gurgling spring water flowing through his heart. In the streets where people are coming and going, in the red light, in the world of fireworks, I seem to be infected by the festival. I look at the person holding me tightly, bury my face in his shoulder, and smell the good smell on his body. Brother Zhao seemed to be bewitched by the smell, and the veins all over his body gathered blood in his chest. Amidst the deafening heartbeat, he stood up on tiptoes and placed a kiss on Fang Zichen's chin.

Love is a great thing, it can make people climb mountains and ridges, go to heaven and earth, do anything, and it can also make people heartbroken and heartbroken.

Brother Zhao is such a shy and timid person, but now he can do whatever he wants on the street without any scruples.

Fang Zichen was startled.

Xiaofeng covered his eyes.

The good boy opened his little mouth slightly and used words randomly: "Wow, it's broad daylight and the world is bright. Daddy is so bold! Good boy, I want to kiss you too~"

Brother Zhao's eyes trembled, his face suddenly turned red, and he made a very oppressive voice. in his ear, making him want to cry in embarrassment.

"Control it." Fang Zichen said, "Go back tonight and I'll give you as many kisses as you want."

Brother Zhao smiled and hit him lightly.

There are many snack vendors on both sides, including mung bean cakes, spring rolls, sugar paintings, candied haws, pancakes, chaos, and sesame cakes. There are so many people don't know how to choose. Fang Zichen and Zhao Geer check in all the way and earn money in the store. After getting the money, Brother Zhao no longer searched for anything. This was also his first time to visit the night market in the town. In the past, girls and boys of the same age would come in groups, and they would talk to each other when they got back. He heard It was not that he was not envious. Now that he could come, he was happy and satisfied. Whatever Fang Zichen and the two children were shouting about, he took action without any hesitation.

Fang Zichen laughed and said that he looked very much like his father who was a financial sponsor.

After shopping and eating and having fun, we arrived at East Street, where the jugglers had already started performing.

There was a big open space here, and there were many people inside and outside. I didn't know what was being performed inside, but everyone suddenly clapped and cheered: "Okay, okay!"

Fang Zichen stood in the outer circle. He was a head taller than the people around him, and the jugglers set up a The platform was not too high, but I could still see clearly. Brother Zhao was miserable, he could only see the back of the head of the person in front.

Fang Zichen saw that he was a little anxious and a little disappointed, jumping around and looking in, so he took the good boy off his neck and handed him to him.

Brother Zhao didn't think much, thinking that he was tired, but Fang Zichen suddenly bent down, put his arms around his knees, and picked him up.

When he sat on Fang Zichen's shoulder, Brother Zhao had not yet recovered his thoughts. It was not until someone made a sound of envy that he regained his thoughts.

Sitting high, he could see far and saw everyone looking at him with envy. Brother Zhao was embarrassed at first, but it was obvious that the jugglers inside started breathing fire, and he couldn't care about anything else in an instant.

Fang Zichen was holding Xiaofeng on his left side, and his husband on his right side, still stable.

After the acrobatic team breathed fire, they performed swallowing knives and smashing rocks in the chest. It was no different from what they performed on TV. Fang Zichen didn't notice anything, but Brother Zhao and the two children watched happily and kept clapping their hands, their little faces flushed with excitement. red.

"Oh~" The good boy pointed with his little hand: "Dad, does that little brother Simo have so many hairs?"

When he was a child in the capital, there was also a circus troupe performing on the street, and Brother Zhao recognized it: "That's a monkey. , not my younger brother."

"Oh! It's Monkey King." The boy's eyes were bright: "It's doing somersaults, it's so awesome! Dad, look, it's picking at the ears. The Ruyi Golden Cudgel has appeared!"

Brother Zhao: "..."

What a silly son.

The other children nearby were extremely anxious after hearing this. The juggling troupe often performs outside all year round, and they only have a few tricks to go back and forth. They will get tired of seeing them too much, so they travel to various states and counties, never staying in one place. The children who came to see the show were all young, and it was their first time watching a sideshow. After hearing what the good boy said, they thought it was true, and they pointed at the good boy.

"Father, I want to hug you like him."

I couldn't see it at first, and many men also picked up the children, but the same was true for the second circle in front, and I couldn't see the ones behind.

The men were in a dilemma. They were not as tall as Fang Zichen, and they were not as strong as him. Their hands were cramped and their legs were weak even after being picked up by his wife and son, so there was nothing they could do.

When the women saw how useless their men were, they couldn't help but feel envious when they looked at Brother Zhao.

"This kid," a man muttered sourly, "he looks so thin! How can he be so powerful? He can hold three people at a time, and he doesn't feel tired even after such a long time."

Near the end, the leader of the team came over with a bowl, and everyone came in twos and threes. Throwing the silver in, Brother Zhao watched a wonderful performance. Under the envious eyes of the women and husbands, he took out a bunch of copper coins from his purse and threw them accurately into the bowl.

After a rough scan, there were about fifty or sixty cents. Most of the people put in two or three cents. He was so honest and generous. The leader of the class was startled for a moment. He looked at him and saw that he was a family of four. He said nice things again and again: "Hey "Hey, thank you, husband, thank you, husband. I wish you and your husband a happy marriage for a hundred years, and good health to your children."

These words won Brother Zhao's heart, and he gave him ten more coins.

Brother Zhao was very happy when he saw it on the way. He seemed to be in a very good mood after watching a performance. He bought a lot of food and a lot of things to play. It wasn't until about ten o'clock that he thought about going back.

Many people came from the village, and they all gathered at the gate of the city. When everyone was gathered, everyone held up torches and rushed home.

Wild beasts appear frequently in winter, and they dare not approach when there are too many people.

Liu Gouzi was walking behind Fang Zichen with his son in his arms. When he saw him, he secretly sighed and said it was bad luck.

When Liu Xiaobao saw Xiaofeng holding a rabbit lantern, they started to quarrel.

He was ignorant and thought that he could still be like before. As long as he wanted Xiaofeng's things, Liu Gouzi would snatch them for him. But when Brother Zhao heard the noise and just turned his head to sweep over, Liu Gouzi covered him. Liu Xiaobao's mouth hurriedly ran to the other side.

Fang Zichen was holding the boy in his arms. When he saw Brother Zhao not looking away, he stepped on a raised stone and staggered two steps. Fang Zichen helped him and said, "What's wrong?"

Brother Zhao looked away: " No, I just saw Liu Gouzi.

"Hey! You can go out for a walk, are your hands ready?" Fang Zichen couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and looked to the side, but there were many people, and everyone was afraid of walking at night in winter. I didn't see anyone.

He couldn't help but curled his lips: "If the east is not bright, the west is bright. He is just like a silly dog, so don't pay attention to him."

The boy was already a little sleepy, but after hearing this, he was instantly pumped up and clenched his little fists. : "Yes, ignore him. If he wants to tie it up, let's see if the good boy pricks him."

Chapter 198

Thinking of Liu Gouzi's tragic situation that day, Brother Zhao laughed and flicked his forehead: "Don't stab people randomly."

"Good boy, go to the west!" Good boy covered his forehead and said, "Good boy. You can only prick bad benevolence, but you can't prick good benevolence. Good benevolence should be given to little red flowers and praised, right? Brother Xiaofeng!"

Xiaofeng held a pocket of toys, Brother Zhao was still holding him, and he raised his head. Talk to the good boy and smile.

He was happy today. Qiu Dabiao passed away two days after he was born. He had never been hugged by anyone before. Today, Fang Zichen hugged him all night. Brother Zhao bought him a lot of eating toys, so that he could experience being held by his parents. The feeling of holding love in the palm of your hand.

I just feel sour and warm in my heart.

Meng felt quite uncomfortable when she saw this scene through the crowd.

The rabbit lantern was small, no bigger than a bowl, but it was made very finely. There were vivid little rabbits carved around the outside. Liu Xiaobao was also clamoring to buy it in town just now, but it was too expensive, costing more than twenty cents. Liu Gou My son didn't buy it for him.

Brother Zhao is very kind to Xiaofeng.

Meng was happy that Xiaofeng had joined a good family and no longer had to suffer, but she was also sad that Xiaofeng would never call her mother again.

...

After the New Year, it started to rain lightly again.

Fang Zichen was busy for a few days and made many cannons. In the past, when he bombed Ma's house, the big one was easy to make. Now he made a small one. In addition, the 'program', 'materials' were different, and there was no instrument. , the small cannon was made, but he didn't know how powerful it was. If it was too powerful, he would never dare to smash it.

It's time to experiment now. It didn't rain on the rest day.

He grabbed two small cannons and some scraper cannons to try.

This cannon is similar to a combination of matches and firecrackers. The main component of the scraper tip is sulfur. The side of the box is coated with a phosphorus surface containing red phosphorus. Use the scraper tip to hang it on the side of the box to ignite it. It is more explosive than firecrackers. The smoke is delayed and eventually explodes.

Brother Zhao was also curious, and stood next to him with the two children. He made a small cannon with "fire", lit it with incense and threw it out. It hissed for a while, but Brother Zhao didn't see any movement.

"Husband, it didn't sound, it was..."

There was a 'bang', followed by a few more pops.

Mud flew all over the sky, and after a burst of green smoke, a hollow was left in the yard with four clay figures.

Fang Zichen spat out the mud in his mouth, touched his face again, and finally showed his eyes. He and Brother Zhao looked at each other funny for a few seconds, and then the two couldn't help laughing.

Brother Zhao had gone with him to blow up Ma's house in the middle of the night, so he was quite familiar with this stuff, but Guaizai and Xiaofeng seemed to be frightened and were stunned.

After a long time, the good boy wiped his face, hugged Fang Zichen's legs, and looked up at his little clay face: "Father, this is Simo, this is Simo?"

"Firecrackers!" Fang Zichen asked him: "How's it going? Do you think it's fun?"

The boy clapped his hands and jumped up: "It's awesome, it's fun. My boy wants to play."

The firecrackers are too powerful and it's not safe for the children to play with. He took a shower and changed into clean clothes. , Fang Zichen was busy making improvements again.

After testing many times, I finally made another batch.

The Chinese New Year is coming, and Zuixiao Restaurant plans to close its doors for a few days. Although there will be customers during this period, they will be few and far between. During the festival, everyone is visiting relatives, so there is no time to go to a restaurant for dinner!

The Yang brothers will now 'settlement' in Yuanzhou. There are many children at home, so it is not convenient to travel. Moreover, they came back last year. This year, as a courtesy, Yang Mutao plans to take his family to Yuanzhou to celebrate the New Year.

Moreover, Mrs. Zheng had not been out for a long time, so she just took this opportunity to stretch her muscles.

All the concubines in the family were very happy, but Yang Mingyi was a little unhappy. He always had no expression on his face, and ordinary people couldn't tell that he was unhappy. However, there may be a special magnetic field between beautiful men. Yang Mutao didn't notice it, but Fang Zichen did it first. You can see it.

After teaching at noon, Fang Zichen leaned over, not too close, but at a distance that was intimate but not rude.

"Brother Yi, I see that you seem to be in a bad mood today. What's wrong? Are you broken up in love? Is the little brother you have a crush on getting engaged? Or did you not eat enough yesterday?"

Yang Mingyi: "..."

Yang Mingyi remained silent. Next: "Father wants to go to Yuanzhou to celebrate the New Year this year."

He is not familiar with the children of several uncles, firstly because of the big age difference, and secondly because he is the only brother of this generation of the Yang family , and the uncles live close by, the two families always get together during festivals, and the children are familiar with each other. Unlike him, who only see each other once a year, he can't blend in with the boys, and he can't blend in with the girls. , when everyone gets together, he will always be indirectly isolated. Whenever this happens, he will strongly feel that he is "superfluous", and his abruptness and embarrassment make him uncomfortable.

The same is true at grandpa's house.

Wu Laonian lost his mother when he was young. He was a pitiful person and always loved him more. He often went to Fu'an Town to see him, but his other cousins ​​didn't like him very much.

He didn't want to go anywhere, but it was inevitable to be alone

for several months. Fang Zichen took advantage of Yang Mingyi. Although he didn't go into details, the affairs of the big family were often shown on TV. He filmed Yang Mingyi He shook his shoulder and said, "What's the point? If you don't want to go, don't go. Let's go to your Brother Fang's house and play with cannons for you. Are you coming?"

Although the countryside is barren and full of inconveniences, the green fields are open, streams are flowing, and frogs and birds are singing. , always makes people feel relaxed and happy, and with the presence of Guaizi and Xiaoliu, Yang Mingyi is a little excited. Although he is always left speechless by Guaizi, he feels lively when he stays with Guaizai and listens to his chirping. He said joyfully: "I'm afraid my father won't give it."

"What's the point!" Fang Zichen stood up and said, "I'll find him later."

Yang Mingyi didn't want to go to Yuanzhou. Yang Mutao really didn't expect it, but it was a Chinese New Year. It is always not appropriate to send a child to another family. However, businessmen are busiest during the New Year. They are drinking and socializing everywhere, and he cannot accompany the child. Yang Mutao thought for a while, if he sent his child to another family, his brother would look like that. I'm really worried, but if the other party is Fang Zichen, I can still feel at ease.

Yang Mutao gave him ten taels of silver, which was regarded as a 'tao nao' fee.

"You're welcome, aren't you?" Fang Zichen's eyes were almost fixed on the silver coins, but he resisted: "Uncle, you are not kind to me, I..."

"Then I will go back with him to pack things, and we will send him here in the evening. ." Yang Mutao took back the money neatly and ran downstairs.

Fang Zichen was dumbfounded: "..."

He chased him out, but Yang Mutao had disappeared.

He chopped off his feet angrily.

Does this old man really not know what it means to pretend to be polite?

He was just trying to excuse me politely!

Hey, I wouldn't have pretended if I knew it earlier, but now it's fine, the ten taels of silver just flew away.

There are still two days left before the Chinese New Year, so there is no need to be in such a hurry.

When work was about to end, Yang Mutao sent a boy to drive a carriage over, and Fang Zichen took a ride back with the carriage.

Brother Zhao welcomed Yang Mingyi's arrival. They had no relatives in the village, and there were many people celebrating the New Year, so it was naturally more lively.

The good boy was so happy to see Yang Mingyi that he howled like a wolf and pounced on him.

Xiaofeng also stammered, saying that it would be warm to sleep with someone at night.

The small courtyard instantly became lively.

Only Fang Zichen felt depressed.

Brother Zhao asked him, knowing the whole story, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Boss Yang treated Fang Zichen well. He had paper and pen at his disposal. Although he had to use them for accounting in the store, many people gave him a low price when purchasing goods, but no matter how low the price was, it was not cheap.

Brother Zhao had met Yang Mingyi several times, but he had a good impression of him. He was cold-faced, warm-hearted, and polite.

Even if he doesn't give anything, he doesn't mind if he eats, drinks and lives for free.

Fang Zichen is not a stingy person, but he just missed ten taels of silver, which made him feel that he had an extra

person. Brother Zhao cooked two extra dishes for dinner, and after eating delicious food, Fang Zichen finally felt less depressed. .

The children ate quickly and now ran to the yard to play with the dog. Brother Zhao gave him a chopstick of sour bamboo shoots and teased him with a smile: "I saw you were unhappy, I thought you would lose your appetite."

Fang Zichen He took a bite of rice and said: "I am a relatively mature person. Things like being angry, not eating when depressed, and losing appetite are all done after eating."

Brother Zhao laughed softly.

He didn't know how to cook before, so Fang Zichen washed the dishes most of the time after meals. Now Xiaofeng came. Seeing that he was proficient in his job, Fang Zichen retired honorably.

After he finished washing, Fang Zichen took out the firecrackers and, together with Brother Zhao, led the three children to set them off outside.

The village chief's family just let their cows go out today, and they tied them under a small tree by the river. The cows pulled a lot, and in just one afternoon, there were several piles of shit under the tree. This stuff is considered 'precious', and it usually is. I wanted to pick it up and keep it for fertilizing and planting vegetables, but I didn't take it back. I guess I didn't bring anything with me when I came to take care of the cows, so I didn't pick it up.

Fang Zichen inserted a cannon into it, making it more fragrant, hissing for a while, and with a bang, cow shit was blown everywhere! There was still a puff of green smoke floating above the spot.

Guaizai and Xiaofeng were now considered knowledgeable people, and they were jumping up and down with joy. Only Yang Mingyi was shocked and paused, not responding to what it was.

There were no firecrackers in Daxia yet. People nearby were startled when they heard the sound. They thought it was thunder, but it didn't sound right. It didn't sound like thunder, but rather like the sound of bamboo bursting when burning bamboo. I didn't understand. Then I heard the children cheering. I came over looking for the sound, but when I didn't see anyone, I heard a few more bangs.

The water in the river was blown up, with water splashing into the sky. Brother Zhao watched it for a while, but his hands were so itchy that he joined in. He lit up the firecrackers and threw them into the river, mud and grass one after another. The children jumped to avoid the mud. It's so exciting to jump in.

Fang Zichen didn't let the children play with this thing, so he grabbed a few boxes of cannons from the small bag and gave them to them.

Chapter 199

Xiaofeng saw that he had done it once and immediately taught Yang Mingyi, and the three children immediately started playing.

Everyone looked over and saw Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao having a great time by the river. The ground around them was already full of potholes, like mice burrowing in the ground. They had seen Yang Mingyi, and they only thought they would come to play for two days during the Chinese New Year, but nothing happened. No matter how you pay attention, your mind is completely attracted by the things in their hands.

"What the hell is that? Why is it so loud? It's as loud as thunder."

There are mountains on both sides of Xiaohe Village. The firecrackers weren't very loud originally, but there was an echo, and the sound became louder after resonance. They If you click at the head of the village, you can hear it at the end of the village.

"I don't know, but it looks like a lot of fun."

On the day Fang Zichen came back from his visit to Yuanzhou, someone went to greet him at the entrance of the village. Seeing him carrying a big baggage, he said, "It should be something he brought back from Fucheng. Son."

Everyone thought it made sense when they thought about the bicycle that Guaizi often rides.

There are a lot of new things out there. They haven't seen these things in town, so they must be from Fucheng.

Everyone looked at it for a while and felt that this thing was really magical. They were so small, but they didn't expect that it could make such a loud sound when they clicked it.

More and more people came to join in the fun.

Someone was watching and suddenly thought: "This explosion sounds familiar to me. Isn't it... the last time Ma's kitchen was struck by lightning? Was it the same sound?"

Everyone thought for a moment. For a moment, not to mention that I haven't felt it yet, but it does seem a bit familiar.

Speaking of the night when the Ma family's accident happened, although it rained, it was strange because thunder only struck one, and by chance, it also hit the Ma family's house. It was so late at night that no one heard clearly. Is the noise coming from the sky or...

"What are you thinking about?" Someone said: "Don't you still suspect that it was Mr. Fang who did it? At that time, Mr. Fang I haven't gone to Yuanzhou yet! Where can I get such things?"

"He works in the town, maybe he knows some friends from Yuanzhou," someone said.

"You're stupid, aren't you? Look at what they do. They dig a small hole into the soil and blow it up. The Ma's kitchen is as big as the main room. It was only built a few years ago and the mud walls are thick. Can that thing be blown up?"

Indeed.

Moreover, Fang Zichen's affair with the Ma family happened more than half a month before this incident! If this thing is really going to blow up, with Fang's temper, I'm afraid that if there's a noise today, he'll come and blow it up tomorrow, so there's no way it can be left there for that long.

After everyone had a chat, they started watching the fun again.

Xiaofeng laughed, and the women couldn't help but sigh.

Xiaofeng's life was really hard in the past. Liu Gouzi often took out his anger on him when he was drunk. He didn't give him much food. He was so skinny that he only wore thin clothes in the winter. He wore the same two outfits all year round. I don't even have a pair of decent shoes, either straw sandals in summer or straw sandals in winter. My skin often turns purple from the cold, and I often go to the mountains to chop firewood on rainy days. I can't rest for a day.

The most pitiable people in the village back then were Brother Zhao and Guaizi first, and him second.

Now he is with Brother Zhao, and Brother Zhao treats him well. He is wearing new clothes, and the material looks not only good, but also very thick. The three people who were the most pitiful at the beginning are now ahead of them and have become the envy of them. existence.

"Good boy..."

Liu Liu came out of nowhere, greeted Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao and immediately joined the ranks of the artillery brigade.

There were not many scrapers brought out, and the children burned them all in a while. Fang Zichen saw that it was getting late and the wind by the river was a bit cold, so he wanted to go back first, but the good boy saw that his bag was still bulging, so he felt pitiful. , holding up a small and short index finger: "Father, my dear boy loves you so much. He wants to play with you for a while, just for a little while. Is that enough? My dear boy loves you the most!"

Fang Zichen touched his face, and it was true. Those who didn't catch a cold were shouting and jumping, and those who were running around were sweating all over their foreheads.

The good boy raised his head, opened his big eyes, and gently shook the corner of his clothes. Xiaofeng also looked over. Although Yang Mingyi still had a cool face, it was obvious that he still didn't want to go back.

Not to mention Brother Zhao, who was holding a firecracker and looking left and right, as if he was trying to decide where to insert it and blow it up.

Although he is a father, he is still only nineteen years old. Unlike himself, although he is only a little over eighteen, he is already a very mature, stable, and very charming man.

If the children still want to play, then play until they have enough.

Fang Zichen took out another large bundle of magic pops from the bag.

Magic bombs are firecrackers that are similar to fireworks. They are long and have a long fuse for safety. They are held by hand, just like shooting a gun. When lit, a firework will pop out of the stick and explode in the air. , and another one appeared after a while, lasting for a few minutes. The sound was not very loud, and the exploding fireworks were no bigger than a pot. The color was single, but it was still a novelty for children and adults who had never seen the "world". Incredible.

The four children raised their sticks toward the sky. The tip of the stick first made a "whoosh" sound, and spurted out a ball of golden flames. The flames jumped into the air, and then exploded in the air, forming a blooming flower. At that moment, the entire night sky seemed to They were all illuminated by it, the fireworks were brilliant, the sparks scattered sparsely around, and then disappeared, and then another firework bloomed in the sky, reflecting the smiling faces of the children.

Everyone looked at it from a distance, their mouths wide open in shock, and they didn't want to go back even after dark. This thing is really beautiful and bright. I don't know how it was made. It's weird.

After playing until eight o'clock, all the firecrackers they brought were burned out, and the children reluctantly went home.

Brother Zhao's eyes were bright: "Husband, I still want to burn cannons tomorrow."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Playing with things makes one lose one's ambition. This is true.

After two more days of work, Zuixiaolou was about to close.

The reason why Yang Mutao sent the child away so quickly was because he thought that if he was not used to living there, he could take him back and go to Yuanzhou with him.

Although Yang Mingyi had a bad life when he was a child and was wronged, in the next two years, with him by his side, people in the mansion understood it. In the future, when Yang Mutao gets old, this brother will have the final say in the entire Yang mansion. , everyone is used to seeing the wind and taking care of themselves, and they serve them with all their heart. They have good food and good housing. I'm afraid it's hard to get used to living in a village all of a sudden.

At noon, after giving out annual prizes and new year products to the guys in the building, and looking forward to the future, Yang Mutao went to Xiaohe Village with the boy.

Fang Zichen still has to settle the general ledger, but he can't go back so quickly today.

As soon as the carriage entered the village, some villagers paid attention. Without thinking too much, everyone knew that they were probably here to see Fang Xiaozi.

Seeing the carriage stop at the fork in the road, a kind-hearted man stepped forward to show the way.

Yang Mutao opened the car curtain and said, "Thank you, fellow man."

The man was stunned. He thought that the rich man in the city might not think highly of the people in the village, but he didn't expect that the old man was quite kind.

When Yang Mutao came, Brother Zhao was braised duck intestines. Hearing some noise outside, he got angry and ran out.

Yang Mutao brought a lot of things, including chicken, duck, fish and meat. The boy had to move it several times before he could finish it. Brother Zhao refused, but Yang Mutao waved his hand and said that these were Fang Zichen's new year's goods and bonuses. Everyone had them. He came to see Yi. Brother, I just brought it back for him.

How could Brother Zhao not understand, but when people said this, he couldn't refuse anymore.

It was Yang Mutao's first time here. He looked around the yard. It was not spacious. There were some vegetables planted on the left side. There was a small stone table on the right side. The ground was firmly stepped on. People often stepped on it, and the rooms were not very spacious. Not long ago, Brother Zhao knew what he was here for. He pointed to Xiaofeng's room and asked where Brother Yi and his brother were sleeping.

Yang Mutao asked: "Can I go in and have a look?"

Brother Zhao was startled: "Ah? Yes."

Xiaofeng's house is not too big, but it is very clean and tidy, and the bed against the wall is stacked with quilts . Neat, tall and thick, cat dolls and rabbit dolls are placed side by side on the bedside, and the cushions are thick. Fang Zichen and Zhao Geer Yang Mutao know each other well. He will take good care of his brother, but until he sees it with his own eyes, he will never let go.

After looking around, there was no child in sight. There were banging noises from time to time outside, but Yang Mutao didn't recognize the sound. He asked Brother Zhao where the child was!

Brother Zhao was a little embarrassed and said: "I don't know, they were playing outside and running around..."

"Nothing," Yang Mutao said, "I haven't been around the village for a long time. It's a rare visit. I Let's go out for a walk and look for the children. "

It's not hard to find the children. Not long after we walked, we heard the sound of children playing on the grass in front of us.

Yang Mingyi is the oldest, he is said to be eleven years old, but if you really think about it, he is only eight or nine years old. He is usually a lonely person, but after coming to Fang's house for two days, he seems to be a different person, no longer so familiar. He is calmer, and he has a bit of the liveliness and cheerfulness that a child of this age should have.

Yang Mutao paused, almost unbelievable. He wiped his eyes and saw a dozen mud monkeys in front of him, lying in the grass and playing who didn't know what they were doing. Moreover, his brother Yi was also inside, holding in his hand Still holding an incense stick.

There was a 'bang', and the ground beneath his feet seemed to be shaking a little. Yang Mutao was stunned, and the children shouted.

"It's a mouse. The mouse ran out."

The boys and girls were so afraid of this thing that they ran around screaming, but the boy was not afraid and chased after the mouse. The little boy followed him, wagging his tail and barking wildly. It was noisy, like eight hundred vegetable markets.

The surrounding villagers are used to it.

After all, the village has not been quiet in the past two days. There were two bangs from time to time before, and everyone was frightened and ran out to watch. Now that they have heard it too much, everyone has become numb.

In previous years, the village has never been so lively during the New Year. These days, the village is full of firecrackers and the sound of children playing.

In the morning, they bombed from the beginning of the village to the end of the village, and then from the end of the village to the beginning of the village, bombing wherever they went.

Chapter 200

The villagers thought that after playing with this thing for a day or two, they would be done. Although the adults had never played with it, the children were holding it in their hands. Whether it was firecrackers or scraping firecrackers, they looked quite big. Fang Zichen came back from Yuanzhou Although I was carrying a big baggage that day, it was so fried that even if it contained all these things, it should have been finished. But the result was good. Today is the third day and it has not been finished yet.

Fang Zichen didn't dare to give the big firecracker to Guaizi, but gave it to Xiaofeng and Yang Mingyi.

These two brothers were also very brave, not afraid at all, and could even fire a cannon with one hand. They were almost as wild as boys, and had no boyish qualities at all. They stuffed the cannon into mud, rat holes, bamboo tubes, and trees. In the cave, that's fine. We have planted some Chinese cabbage at home. Brother Zhao has been catching insects and watering the cabbage. He has worked hard to take care of the big cabbage. It's a good job. I want to save it for the Chinese New Year. Fang Zi will come back in the evening. I don't know what I was thinking, so I stuffed the cannon into the cabbage and blew the cabbage to pieces. That night, I was scolded by Brother Zhao. After a lot of self-examination, I said he wasted food. It was a shameful waste. He remembered the lesson. , I won't dare to do it next time, so Brother Zhao let him go.

Li and Sun often bullied Guaizi. In the past two days, Guaizi called Xiaofeng and Yang Mingyi and lurked by the river. When others came to wash clothes, they didn't make any fuss. When Li and Sun came, Guaizi So they lit firecrackers and threw them into the river. The water from the explosion drenched the two of them like drowned rats. The river water was cold, so it didn't matter if they put their hands in it, but they were so cold when they splashed it that they didn't dare to scold, let alone hit them. If they dared to beat him, they were going to be furious when they saw the good boy laughing and wanting to be beaten.

...

The mouse was chased and ran around, and ran to Yang Mingyi's feet. Yang Mingyi frowned, his expression remained unchanged, he raised his leg, and then kicked it down. The mouse stopped moving.

Yang Mutao swallowed his saliva, pointed to the tallest boy with some dirty clothes, turned around and asked, "Xiao Haozi, is that my brother Yi?"

Although Xiao Haozi was a little unbelievable, he still nodded: "Master, That should be the young master."

Yang Mutao choked.

He was a gentleman, aloof and quiet, and his clothes were always clean and neat. Unexpectedly, within two days of coming to the village, he turned into a monkey.

Xiao Haozi saw something wrong with his expression and asked tentatively: "Master, will you use the little one to bring the young master back?"

Yang Mingyi stepped on the mouse to death, and several children surrounded him to pursue him. Yang Mingyi twitched the corner of his mouth, although he did not laugh heartily, But it can also be seen that he is happy and joyful.

Yang Mutao had never seen him smile before. He used to lament that his brother didn't look like a child, but now he looked like one.

Xiaofeng pulled him: "Yi, Brother Yi." He pointed to the side. It turned out that someone had discovered another mouse hole.

The children played along, and Brother Zhao was not stingy. He gave each of them a few boxes of cannonballs and cannonballs. These things were fun, but they couldn't blow up mouse holes.

Yang Mingyi opened the grass at the entrance of the cave and observed it. The incense was covered with a layer of ash. He blew it twice before lighting the firecrackers and throwing them into the cave.

Yang Mutao saw him covering his ears and running fast, with a light in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"Forget it." Yang Mutao said, "Let him play! It's rare to see him so happy."

Xiao Haozi stood with him and watched the children play.

In the evening, Fang Zichen came back from work and saw a carriage parked outside his yard. He was still puzzled. Hearing Brother Zhao say that Yang Mutao was here and had brought many things, his face immediately burst into smiles.

Fang Zichen looked at the mountain of food and said happily: "This handsome uncle is quite good at being a man."

Brother Zhao: "..."

There are many gifts. Although it makes people happy, there is nothing that the family can give. Yes, it would be embarrassing to just take it without giving it away.

In the evening, Brother Zhao cooked a table of delicious dishes, and Yang Mutao came back with Guaizi and his two brothers in his arms.

After dinner at noon, we ran around outside. The children were all hungry, so they just served dry rice. Yang Mutao gave Yang Mingyi two chopsticks to pick up the food. When he saw the good boy holding a bowl and grabbing the rice, he was afraid that he would choke. , couldn't help but say: "Slow down, slow down."

"Can't slow down." The good boy raised his face from the bowl, ran to him and picked up a chopstick of vegetables for him: "Too fragrant bird, grandpa Come on, hurry up, don't be polite, just treat yourself like someone else."

Yang Mutao couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this.

There are six dishes, including braised vegetables, spicy and sour fish, old hen soup, cold dishes, sweet and sour pork ribs, and roast duck. There is nothing fancy, they are all home-cooked dishes, but they are all delicious, with vegetables and meat. Yang Mutao is in the food business, plus Traveling all over the country in the past few years, I have eaten a lot of different kinds of food, but when I tasted this one, it was really eye-catching.

The kitchen was full of people, and there was a fire on the stove. It was warm. Although it was a bit crowded, it was extremely warm. Compared to the spacious courtyard, it was more comfortable for just two people to eat alone.

Brother Zhao saw that he liked braised duck intestines very much, so he packed some after the meal and wrapped a duck for him to take back.

Yang Mingyi sent him out.

Before getting on the carriage, Yang Mutao asked: "Brother Yi, are you really not going to Yuanzhou with dad?"

Yang Mingyi glanced back. Xiaofeng and Guaizi hurriedly turned back, as if they were thieves. He shook his head: "I I don't want to go, I want to be with Brother Fang."

"That's okay." Yang Mutao looked at him deeply and said, "Is there anything else you need? I'll have someone bring it to you." Seeing Yang Mingyi shake his head, he said again: "I'm going to do it tomorrow. Cheng, I won't be back until the eighth day of the lunar month. If you need anything, please tell Brother Fang or Brother Zhao first. "

There is food and drink in the village, and there is no shop in the village, but after thinking about it, Yang Mutao still gave him two. Twelve, lest he want to buy something but be embarrassed to ask Fang Zichen.

The carriage gurgled away and disappeared into the village entrance and into the night.

We were together every day before, and it was not like we would see each other again after a few years. Yang Mingyi didn't have much emotion about parting. When the good boy heard that there was no movement, he ran out and pulled him in.

The three children started playing again.

First came the fairy stick, then the flying monkey.

Fang Zichen has made a lot of candies, and he never thought that his children could play with them so well. He has been playing for several days in a row without getting tired of them. On the contrary, he has a faint tendency to become addicted.

He glanced at Brother Zhao, who was waving fairy sticks in circles with the children, sighed silently, and turned back to his room.

After the fairy wand in his hand was finished burning, Brother Zhao entered the room and saw Fang Zichen making cannon again, and he immediately laughed.

He kissed Fang Zichen on the face: "Husband, I love you the most."

Fang Zichen was grinding the phosphorus powder slowly, but now it seemed as if he had been pressed into some great opening, and his movements were so slippery that he almost flew up.

"You little goblin." He said: "I am really controlled by you."

The children played until nine o'clock before Brother Zhao called them to take a bath.

Normally, they go to bed as soon as night falls, but this time they played late and were running around again at noon. The two brothers almost fell asleep as soon as they touched the pillow.

There was a knock on the door, and Brother Zhao came in with Guaizi in his arms.

"Brother Zhao, what's wrong?" Yang Mingyi asked.

Brother Zhao was a little helpless: "This kid wants to sleep with you."

"Oh! Daddy said that, isn't it right?" The good boy climbed onto the bed by himself: "The good boy is here to protect them."

Dr. Xu said to Fang Zichen earlier The energy and blood inside are still weak, so it is not suitable to have sex, but after all, he is a young and energetic young man. At night, the limp young man will lie next to him, just watching and not eating. Who the hell can withstand this!

Fang Zichen ran to Jishitang every three days without doing anything. He just asked the old doctor to take his pulse and ask him if he could do something big. He can't hold it in anymore. If the husband and wife's life in the house is not happy, the marriage will break up. I beg the doctor to have mercy on him and save this family!

Dr. Xu was very annoyed by him. Fang Zichen had a good foundation and couldn't stop taking the medicine, but he was able to have sex.

As soon as he got the word, Fang Zichen couldn't stand it. He came back in the evening and started to fuck his son.

Xiaofeng didn't come earlier, so they could go to the next room to fight, but now there is no place to do it, so they have to do it on the bed. It's winter, ups and downs, the quilt is filled with wind, what should I do if it's so cold that it hits me? Even if it wasn't too cold, Brother Zhao wouldn't dare to shout when the boy was sleeping. Just like Sun Banban, he was holding it in so hard that Fang Zichen felt distressed just looking at it.

Under normal circumstances, the good boy would definitely not leave them alone, but this boy was so heroic and courageous. Fang Zichen sighed and said that Xiaofeng and Brother Yi were really pitiful.

The good boy frowned and asked, "Why do Yang Zhu and Xiao Feng brother have such pity for birds?"

Fang Zichen said that ghosts like to go to places with strong Yin energy. Men belong to Yang, girls belong to Yin, and girls grow up. Why do you want to get married later? It's because they have strong yin energy, so they have to find a man to combine yin and yang. The so-called plus and minus are zero, so that ghosts will not smell their yin energy. Ghosts dare not come out in broad daylight because they are afraid of yang energy. Now Xiaofeng and Brother Yi slept alone, without a man to accompany him, and he didn't know when he would be provoked by those unclean things. The two brothers were afraid that they would not dare to sleep at night. It was pitiful, it was really pitiful.

There is nothing wrong with this. The girls in the village will indeed get married when they grow up. The little aunt who used to live next door to Ma's house is indeed married. She is far away from home and he has not seen anyone for a long time. Before I still don't understand why my little aunt wants to get married, but now I finally understand.

Feelings are afraid of ghosts, and you need a man to suppress them.

The good boy frowned immediately, feeling that Yang Mingyi and Xiaofeng were in urgent need of his rescue.

The father is an adult and cannot sleep with other little brothers. The father wants to protect his father, so Yang Zhu and his brother have to protect themselves.

Brother Zhao had just opened the door and walked in with water vapor all over his body. The good boy was holding a pillow and stepping on the quilt, and said in a hurry that he was going to sleep with Yang Zhu and his brother next door.

The bed next door is no bigger than the one in the main room, but Yang Mingyi and Xiaofeng are still smaller, their bodies are not too big, and they are just right for being a good boy.

Yang Mingyi asked him to sleep in the middle. The good boy looked at this one and then that one. It was his first time sleeping with someone else. He was a little nervous and a little excited. He was sandwiched between two soft and fragrant brothers. He just felt happy. , about to float.