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Chapter 211

Long after Fang Zichen left, He Tiezhu still held a glimmer of hope and knelt on one knee in front of He Huihui. The honest and honest man was not very good at talking, and his throat was even more dry at this moment: "Hui Niang, Tell dad, are the words that Mr. Fang just said true?"

He Huihui raised her head, her face was numb and ashen, and her tears seemed to have dried up. She didn't say anything, and He Tiezhu was about to speak. Asked again, Aunt He suddenly rushed over and beat He Huihui like crazy. He Tiezhu grabbed her and hugged her away: "Old lady, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Aunt He shouted: "I want it. Kill this shameless guy..."

He Li came over to persuade: "Mom, we can't believe that guy Fang Zichen! He said that my little sister stole people, how can you still believe it? You raised me by yourself! "Don't you know who she is?"

Just because she knew it, Aunt He didn't ask again.

Fang Zichen's words reminded her of the day when she went to the Wu family to make trouble. The Wu family said that they were unlucky enough to marry your daughter. What they said, and when she came back, there were several women from the Wu family's neighbors looking at her behind. She spat. She didn't understand what was going on at the time, but because she was from the town, she didn't dare to cause trouble.

Now that I think about it, I finally understand.

The old Wu family has been an honest person all her life. When this kind of thing happens, she is angry, but she can't say anything too cruel and unpleasant. If they were like the people in the village, why did she not know about it until today?

The He family's face was completely disgraced!

He Huihui knelt on the ground, banging her head: "Mom and dad, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I was confused for a moment, I was wrong, I know I was wrong."

Both the village chief and Wang Damei were speechless. .

As the saying goes, the emperor's wrath will kill millions of people and cause blood to flow thousands of miles away.

To put it bluntly, the superior one loves to sit there, and the emperor wants to kill all the nine tribes! Common people are even worse.

Although He Huihui is not his daughter, she is a cousin after all!

If word spreads, how will the village treat them in the future? How can her daughter and brother get married?

Everyone always thinks, if they are not a family, if they don't enter the same house, they are a nest of snakes and rats. How can the moral character of He Huihui and her cousins ​​be correct?

Wang Damei was so angry that He Huihui was still sitting on the ground crying, and Aunt He was also howling, calling her evildoer. She was tired of hearing this and couldn't stay any longer.

"Master, let's go back!"

"But..." The village chief hesitated. The He family was in such a mess. How could he just leave?

"But what?" Wang Damei said loudly: "We were afraid that Mr. Fang would beat her to death, so we rushed over. Now I see, it would be better if he really beat her to death."

Usually when she said this, Aunt He would have been I fought back, but today I cried and said nothing.

I don't dare to support it, and I don't care about it.

The village chief was also irritated. He Huihui had done such a thing, which made the He family lose face. He was really angry, but now seeing her head red and swollen from knocking on her head, he felt a little pitiful.

"Let's go back!" Finally he sighed: "My family is unfortunate!"

"No," Wang Damei said angrily: "Not only did you offend Mr. Fang on this trip, but you also got kicked in vain.

" Another long sigh.

He also knew in his heart that because of his sister's incident last time, Fang Xiaozi already had some opinions and estrangement against him. He just looked at the face of the past and didn't care too much. If this happened today, he was afraid that it was true. It offended people completely.

...

After coming out of He's house, Fang Zichen rushed directly to the town. He went to the gambling house and borrowed a dozen thugs, and led them to the Sun's house in an aggressive manner.

Sun Shangcheng was admitted to Qinghe Academy because of his knowledge. He was among the best in the county exams in the past few years. In addition, he was able to "spend money like water" in Yuanzhou, so his family was naturally rich.

At this time, the clothing store was full of guests, mostly women and husbands. Now that spring has arrived and the weather is getting warmer, it's time to wear new clothes. They came in twos and threes and were discussing the colors when a group of people suddenly poured in from outside. Big crowd.

The guests were horrified.

This is a bad sign.

Two young men in the store rushed up: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

The big man pushed them down, then separated to make way. Fang Zichen slowly came in from the door, lightly swept it, put his two fingers together, and made a gesture. : "Smash it for me."

The guests were not embarrassed, and the thugs shouted and asked them to go out.

Sun's shop was quite large, and there were three young men inside. Before the thugs rushed in, one of them had already run out to look for his employer.

Sun Zongze led the people over after a while. The store was smashed to pieces, and the cloth was torn on the floor.

These are all new goods that Qian'er just imported from Yuanzhou. They are bright in color and soft in material. Sun Zongze wants to make a lot of money during the change of season, so he invests most of his wealth in this batch of goods. They are all put on the shelves in the cloth store, waiting for them. I sold it for two or three days and got a good return, but I didn't expect that it would all be ruined.

"Who dares to come to Sun's shop to cause trouble?"

"Third Young Master," a thug came up, attached to Fang Zichen's ear, and said, "That old man is Sun Zongze, the owner of Sun's cloth business."

Fang Zichen said with a stern face. : "Catch him for me."

"Yes!"

Sun Zongze brought a few servants here. These servants are good at work. If they want to fight against the professional thugs trained by the gambling den, it will be like an egg against a stone. Think of yourself.

The Sun Family Cloth Shop has been open for decades, and the people in the town will give the Sun Family some face. In recent years, because of Sun Shangcheng's relationship, everyone has not dared to provoke it easily. Sun Zongze did not expect that someone would be so bold.

But when he saw Fang Zichen, he understood.

He had met Tong Sheng, a rising star, and the accountant in Zuixiao Building from a distance.

"It turns out to be Young Master Fang. I, Sun, have no enmity with you. Why are you doing this... Let me go, what are you doing?"

When he was detained by the thugs, Fang Zichen sneered.

"No injustice?" He suddenly grabbed Sun Zongze's chest and collar, lifted his feet off the ground with force, and then threw him onto the wooden frame.

"That bitch Sun Shangcheng robbed my son, tell me, where is that beast now?"

Sun Zongze's heart skipped a beat. He looked past Fang Zichen and saw a lot of people watching the fun gathered outside the store, as well as a room full of people. He was a little frightened. If these words were spread, it would be detrimental to his son's reputation. He immediately said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense. My Cheng'er is far away in Yuanzhou and studying at Qinghe Academy. How did he rob your son? Don't accuse me unjustly." "He."

Fang Zichen was worried that his son would go crazy with worry. Sun Shangcheng was a beast. The longer time passed, the more dangerous his son would be. He didn't want to talk nonsense with him at all, so he repeated: "Where is my son?"

Sun Zongze calmed down and said: "Young Master Fang's words are funny. If your son is missing, you should go find him and ask me how I know about it. If you don't believe it, you can search the house yourself. When the time comes..."

Fang Zichen didn't wait for him to finish. , grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and hit him hard on the stomach.

Sun Zongze curled up holding his stomach, and when Fang Zichen let go of him, he squatted on the ground in pain.

Fang Zichen raised his foot and kicked him. When he fell to the ground, he raised his foot and stepped on his shoulder. He looked at him condescendingly: "Okay, very good. Now I ask you for a son. If you don't give it to me, I will remember it." , wait until I find that beast in person, just wait and collect his body!"

Sun Zongze saw Fang Zichen's sullen face, looking fierce and decisive, and his eyes were terrifying.

He opened his eyes wide: "You, you dare."

Fang Zichen didn't say anything, and walked away with a cheer.

The people watching the excitement outside hurried aside and waited for others to go away, talking quietly.

Some people don't understand what's going on with Sun Shangcheng: "What's going on! How come I'm so confused! That good-looking young man just now must be Fang Tongsheng!"

"That's him, he's famous

"He just said that his son was missing, so why did he come to Sun's store to make trouble?" "

Don't you know?" Someone saw Sun Zongze being helped to the backyard. Then he whispered: "I heard that the son of the Sun family has that hobby."

"What is it?"

"He likes to play with children. A man can't walk when he sees a beautiful girl. He sees a beautiful doll. He couldn't move. "

Some people were surprised: "It's really fake! What's so funny about this kid?"

"Who knows, his family bought many from the dental store before. The children were said to be bought back to serve, but those children had only been in the Sun family for two months, and I heard that they all died. Some said they died of illness, some said they died of poisoning, and some said they were killed by the Sun family. There was a lot of rumors at that time that the son was playing to death, but later the son of the Sun family passed the science examination. Boss Sun was afraid that this would affect his son, so he went to the Yamen and hired a widower to do autopsies on those children, but it was said that it was useless. The bones were turned black when they were dug out, and they looked like they had been poisoned. "

Several children were poisoned to death. The Sun family was investigated, and the murderer was finally dug out.

It was a young man from the Sun Mansion who lived in a shared room with several children. He got into some trouble and got angry, so he bought rat poison and came back.

After that, the Sun Mansion bought some more children, but later some more died due to various reasons.

The reasons given by the Sun family are reasonable, but if a fly bites an egg, such rumors will spread among the 'upper-class' circles. The young master of the Sun family may have something wrong with him, but he is just afraid of affecting his imperial examination, so the family will do it for him. He came round.

Fang Tongsheng looked very handsome, and the child was probably not bad at all. He might have been taken aback by the son of the Sun family, and he might have been snatched away.

However, in recent years, this kind of thing has not happened again in the Sun family. It is possible that the Sun family was wrongly accused.

Fang Zichen took people back to the gambling house. He didn't speak all the way. When he came to the second floor, he sat on a stool with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his palms. He didn't know what he was thinking!

The owner of the casino usually likes to chat with him, but this time he just didn't dare to come even half a step closer.

Chapter 212

Fang Zichen's appearance and aura are really terrifying.

The boss called some thugs to make inquiries and was very angry when he heard that Sun Zongze insisted that the matter had nothing to do with Sun Shangcheng and refused to tell the truth.

"Damn it, all his accomplices have been recruited, and he still wants to quibble. Call a few people and go to his house with me to search."

"Boss, it's useless." The thug said: "Fang Sanshao said that in recent years, This kind of thing has never happened again in the Sun family, but if a dog can't change its habit of eating shit, then Old Man Sun must have made a nest for his son outside. If Old Thief Sun dares to say that, the child will definitely not hide it at home."

"Then this . What to do?" The boss was embarrassed.

If there is another hiding spot, it will be difficult. The whole town of Fu'an is so big, plus there are dozens of surrounding villages, large and small, how to find it?

There is no concrete evidence for this, so it would be useless to report it to the official?

Although one of his accomplices had already confessed, the Sun family would insist that they did not know him and would accuse him of slander. They would bring evidence and tear him apart, and they would not be able to make sense of it in a few days.

What matters now is the children.

The thug said: "Don't worry, boss. The third young master has a trick. We just have to wait for now."

...

Fuhe Village is not far from Fu'an Town. After leaving the city gate, turn from the official road onto the dirt road, and soon we will be there. .

This village is not as poor as Xiaohe Village. Xiaohe Village is full of mud houses and thatched houses, but Fuhe Village is different. There are many small courtyards made of bricks.

It's not that the people here are wealthy, most of these small courtyards were purchased by people in the town.

Wealthy people always have a few villages outside. There are some 'little bosses' doing business in the town. They are not very wealthy, but they still have some spare money. The main wife of the family is strong, so some people keep their concubines outside. .

The drug was so strong that the boy didn't wake up until he was carried off the carriage and into the room. He sat up and looked around at a loss.

Sun Shangcheng sat beside the bed, holding his face, unable to hide his excitement: "You are finally awake."

In the past six months, the people in the village have been very courteous to Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao. When the good boy went out, the wife and husband She always loves to tease and coax him, either touching his head or squeezing his little face. Fang Zichen often touches his face with the pads of his thumbs. Sun Shangcheng does the same thing, and his expression can even be called gentle, but For no reason, Guaizi felt a little scared.

Sun Shangcheng touched his face, feeling it was not enough, and held up his soft black hair.

The little boy is cute, with a small face no bigger than a palm. In winter, he often runs outside, digging for earthworms, pulling goat grass, and burning cannons to look for mouse holes. His face is chapped by the cold wind, and It was very rough, but later it warmed up, and finally got better. The eyes were big and round, like black agate, the small nose was delicate and straight, the mouth was red and moist, the face was white, and the hair was soft. No matter how you looked at it, it was annoying. People like to be affectionate.

The good boy frowned and avoided Sun Shangcheng's hand. The bed here was not very high. He jumped out of bed and ran directly to the door. The door bolt was very high. He stood on tiptoes and stretched out his arms, but he couldn't reach it.

Sun Shangcheng sat still: "Where are you going?"

"Guaizi wants to come back."

"So your name is Guaizi. I didn't listen carefully that morning. This name suits you very well," Sun Shangcheng said to him Waved: "Come here, come to uncle."

The good boy shook his head, put his legs together, and tightened his body. His little hands tightly grasped the corners of his clothes. He lowered his head and whispered: "No, good boy wants to go back."

"Wait a minute, uncle. " I'll take you back." Sun Shangcheng stood up, knelt down next to the boy, and took out a piece of candy from somewhere. He was always more patient with good-looking children.

Sun Shangcheng got very close and smelled his scent: "Uncle, I'm giving you some candy, please take off your clothes and pants."

He was full of confidence, as if he was sure that the good boy would take his candy, and then he would take it away. Take off your clothes and pants.

Ordinary children, especially those from poor villages, cannot eat a bite of candy all year round. They are not sensible. The ancients were extremely taboo about sex. Most children did not receive this education when they were young. Girls and boys are better off because they know not to be in front of strangers. The little man didn't understand the idea of ​​taking off his clothes. Usually when he cheated like this, most of the children took the candy, stuffed it into their mouths in a hurry, and then obediently took off their clothes.

The good boy grabbed his trousers, his eyes resisted, and he shook his head and said, "No, no, no." He kept Fang Zichen's words in mind, and Sun Shangcheng seemed to be a big pervert in his eyes. He held back tears and stepped back until his back was pressed against the door panel.

Sun Shangcheng frowned: "What did you say? Don't you want to eat sweets?"

The good boy shrank his neck, shook his head and whispered: "The good boy doesn't want sweets, the good boy wants to go home," he sniffed and couldn't control it. He was so scared: "Uncle, my dear boy wants to go home, please send him home! My dear boy, please, please."

Sun Shangcheng's face suddenly changed, and his voice became louder: "Go home? Go back . What the hell, I finally found you and you haven't even played yet. Come here and take off your pants."

"No, you can't take them off." The surly Sun Shangcheng frightened him. He cried and wiped away his tears and begged again. He knew this was a bad person and he couldn't ask bad people, but besides begging, he didn't know what else to do. He was scared and wanted to go home. He missed his father and father:

" My father said, you can't take off your pants in front of other people. Uncle, please send me home, please, please."

"It's not up to you." Sun Shangcheng grabbed him. He grabbed the boy's wrist and grabbed him. Ever since he saw the good boy, he had been patient. He longed to rub and abuse his weak little body, so that his delicate skin would be dyed green or red. color.

He wanted to rip off Guaizi's pants, but Guaizi grabbed it with both hands. He was frightened by Sun Shangcheng's sudden mania and lost control, and timidly said: "Don't take it off, don't take it off."

He twisted around and even kicked and hit Sun Shangcheng. The resistance was quickly met with resistance.

Sun Shangcheng slapped him on the head: "Bitch, don't be so shameless."

This slap was very heavy, and it was unbearable for ordinary people. For a thin and frail child, this slap could make them get rid of it on the spot. Half life.

The boy fell hard to the ground and didn't move for a while. After a while, he struggled a few times, but he couldn't get up.

There was a tinnitus in his right ear, and the right side of his face became red and swollen instantly. He felt like he couldn't breathe. The left side of his face was pressed against the dirty ground. It hurt so much that tears fell down in an instant, but he didn't. Make any noise.

Seeing that he didn't move, Sun Shangcheng went to pull his pants again. The good boy slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the hem of his pants tightly, tightening his grip.

Sun Shangcheng paused for a moment, as if he didn't expect that he could still be so 'stubborn' like this, and then kicked him again.

The good boy lay on the ground like a dog, weakly letting out a small moan of pain, his little body trembled, and then moved slightly, as if he was trying to curl up.

This is a self-protective gesture.

He learned from experience that when he was kicked in the stomach, the pain was the most severe and uncomfortable, but if he was kicked in the back or butt, it would not hurt so much.

He curled up into a small ball and shed tears without saying a word.

He didn't cry loudly, but only made inaudible sobs, which made Sun Shangcheng feel boring. What he enjoyed was the children's fear, fear, screams, useless resistance, and undignified begging for mercy. At the same time, he also appreciated The other person's smooth and soft skin, and the child's eyes that were untainted by the world, slowly became filled with various panic emotions. This process was extremely tempting to him.

He tried his best to suppress his anger, turned back to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, crossed his legs, and lowered his eyes, as if looking at a dog that needed his mercy and was for his entertainment.

Sun Shangcheng raised his chin and looked at Guaizi, trying to coax him: "Come here, as long as you kneel over and lick my feet, I will send you back, okay."

These words seemed to touch some switches, Guaizi's little finger The head moved.

For a child over three years old, time is extremely long. As long as he plays happily for one day, he can forget anything that happened more than half a year ago. But for the Ma family and those people, the good boy remembers them very well. clear.

As the saying goes, a dragon gives birth to nine sons, each of whom is different.

Although the three brothers of the Ma family were born from the same mother, they have different temperaments.

When Boss Ma beats the good boy, if the good boy cries, he will find it too noisy, so he will beat him more vigorously.

Ma Lao Er and Ma Lao San are different. The good boy avoids them. If he accidentally encounters them and cannot hide away, he will try his best to hide in a corner. He is afraid of attracting attention and is careful to even breathe. But even so , still can't escape.

Ma Lao Er and Ma Lao San would often kick and beat him first to make him feel the pain, and then make him kneel down and beg for mercy.

How to beg for mercy?

The good boy didn't know it at first, but Ma Laoer said, "Please beg me, and I won't beat you."

It must be said that their trick was effective. It only took a few hits to scare the good boy away.

Moreover, people are born with the awareness of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

They were tall and powerful, and they didn't deliberately control their attacks. Every time the good boy was beaten, it felt like being stabbed by a sharp knife. It hurt so much that he had difficulty breathing for a moment, and his body convulsed. When they hit him with their fists, That ferocious expression made him feel scared even when he closed his eyes at night.

He is still young and doesn't know what dignity is. Brother Zhao understands, but he won't have time to teach him in the future.

But there seems to be no use in teaching them. They live in the cracks. They are slaves and servants.

What is a servant? Those who are inferior to others are inferiors, and inferiors do not seem to deserve dignity.

Without this thing, life would be much easier.

Brother Zhao has a deep understanding. He knows that people need to have dignity when they are alive. He has it, so when he was beaten severely and hungry, he suffered even more. Later, slowly, "dignity" was abandoned by him.

If he wants dignity, he cannot live.

As a result, he could kneel down to the Ma family, and to Fang Zichen. Fang Zichen once said that young people of 18 or 19 years old are the ones who have the best face. If he has no choice but to do so, he would rather take off his head than be soft. Knee.

But after all, only those who have never suffered hardship can say it so easily.

Chapter 213

Brother Zhao can't be so tough after all. The good boy doesn't understand. He doesn't understand anything. He is ignorant. He only knows how to dig wild vegetables and help his father with work. He should do more things within his ability and don't let his father let him down. When you are tired, dig more wild vegetables to satisfy your father and yourself.

Wild vegetables are not delicious, but you will feel hungry if you don't eat them.

He didn't want to go hungry. Being hungry was just too uncomfortable.

His only worry during those three years was that he didn't dig enough wild vegetables today. What should he do? I'm going to make Daddy hungry.

The only thing he fears is being beaten.

He didn't understand anything, so when he saw Brother Zhao kneeling down towards Fang Zichen, he knelt on the side, put his little hands on the rough ground, kowtowed, and followed suit in a sweet voice, saying, "please" Please'.

He and Brother Zhao are not without dignity.

But one doesn't understand and the other understands, but they have to succumb to fate.

Ma Laoer asked him to kneel down and beg for mercy, and Guaizi did so. He said, "I beg you," but Ma Laoer thought this was not "pretty" and said that's not how begging for mercy, so he asked Guaizi to kneel down and crawl to the ground. At your feet, stretch out your feet, let him hold them with your hands, and then rest your head on them.

"You have to ask the master to spare the slave! Do you understand? You are the slave and I am the master."

The good boy did it one by one without hesitation. His absolute obedience and obedience made Ma Laoer laugh, as if After he was satisfied, he seriously stopped beating him that time.

He was used to kneeling. If it had been before, he would have got up and done as Sun Shangcheng said to avoid a severe beating. But...

Sun Shangcheng saw him moving, dragged his legs, and headed towards the door. Climb in the direction.

He narrowed his eyes, his chest heaved violently, and angrily stood up to the good boy, looked down at him, raised his foot, and kicked his calf several times.

"Still want to run? I let you run, I let you run."

Like a cub falling into a trap and being pierced by a sharp stick inserted in the trap, the good boy let out a shrill scream and finally cried out. made a sound.

Sun Shangcheng's eyes lit up and he grinned.

"I'm crying. I'm finally crying. Hahaha. I like this sound. Come on, let me cry a few more times."

He seemed to be going crazy, with his eyes wide open as he kept kicking the good boy and covering his mouth. , pinching the neck, just to make the good boy cry. The neck in his hand is small and soft, as if it can be broken with just one force. His fingers slowly contract, and he can't control it, becoming more and more excited, good boy. Zai almost suffocated, his face changed color, his two little hands stretched out in the air, grabbing randomly.

He seemed to be trying to catch something, but couldn't catch anything, and finally fell to the ground helplessly.

There was no sound coming out of his throat, and his mouth only moved slightly inconspicuously, as if he was saying something.

He is calling Brother Zhao.

He said - father, daddy, it hurts, dear boy...it hurts so much!

Sun Shangcheng is not afraid of beating people to death.

He likes the process of abusing children. His liking is extremely perverted. The more he likes it, the more he wants to kill the other person.

Children are the best. They are ignorant, innocent and obedient. Even if they resist, for him, it is just a useless struggle.

A good child does not need to grow up. When he grows up, he will no longer be what he likes.

Keren, as long as he lives, he will always grow up slowly as time goes by.

How can we not grow up?

Only death.

For the dead, time can be completely frozen.

It would be best for such a lovely child to die, so that he can always be so lovely.

"Master." When the old housekeeper heard that there was no movement in the room, he opened the door and came in: "Master, let this kid take a breath first! He killed someone, what are you going to do tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

Sun Shangcheng let go and frowned: "That's right, but I just can't control it. I really like this kid so much."

The housekeeper sighed.

He had stayed in the Sun family for more than twenty years and almost watched Sun Shangcheng grow up. Usually, Sun Shangcheng would attack the children he particularly liked, and he would kill them in less than two hours of play.

He didn't understand why his young master said he liked him, but he was so harsh. He also didn't understand what fun there was in children. If he wanted to vent, he could just find a brothel. The children would either cry or make trouble. What's so good about being able to talk and please people?

But my young master likes it, and his servants have nothing to do with it. They only need to deal with the aftermath.

After his persuasion failed, he closed the door again and went out.

...

Fang Zichen had never felt that time was so difficult. His hands were shaking uncontrollably and his mind was in confusion.

How is Brother Zhao? Is he seriously injured? Have you seen the doctor?

What about my son, where is he now? Is there...

"Third Young Master, we're back." A thug came in from the door, and his strong body stepped aside, revealing a thin and short man behind him.

Fang Zichen stood up excitedly.

"Found someone?"

"Found him." The little man said, "I will follow your instructions~"

Sun Zongze had four children, but he was the only one named Sun Shangcheng. It seems that he loved Sun Shangcheng to the core and wanted to get Sun Shangcheng out of him. The whereabouts of Sun Zongze were probably very difficult. Fang Zichen brought a group of people there to cause trouble, just to scare Sun Zongze away.

The boss of the gambling den is a tyrant in the town, with many subordinates and wide connections. If the county magistrate is the first in line in Fu'an Town, then the second is the boss of the gambling den, and the second is the shipping company.

The boss of the gambling den has more than one restaurant. He also runs the flower shop in the town. There are more than a dozen "shops" of various sizes underneath, specializing in street business. Even so, this man has a good character and has never been forceful. Sell ​​them to buy them, and force them into prostitution.

The Sun family just went out and barely managed to get a rank in the town, doing serious business, and they were most afraid of those gangsters on the street. Fang Zichen now brought people there to cause trouble, and everyone understood.

Fang Zichen, he has someone.

If you want to provoke him, you have to think carefully.

The gambling house couldn't afford to offend him. In this situation, if he didn't want to make things worse, Sun Zongze had only two options.

Either hand over the good boy immediately, or do it to the end without leaving any trace.

Sun Shangcheng can live to this day and still take part in the scientific examination without being exposed. It is obvious that he has done something and someone wiped his ass.

Whether it was for face or Sun Shangcheng's future, Sun Zongze would definitely choose the second option.

As soon as he was helped to the backyard, he called the boy who had been serving him closely: "Go, find the young master, and ask him to quickly take the path back to Yuanzhou. You and the housekeeper will deal with the child and make it clean." Don't leave any traces, go quickly."

The boy took the order and left. He came out of the store, looked around, and saw no one in the casino, then hurried to the city gate, the little man walked all the way. I followed him to Fuhe Village and saw him knocking on the door and turning back after entering. Knowing that the situation was urgent, he ran all the way.

When Sun Shangcheng was called out of the room by the housekeeper, he was still a little unhappy. He frowned when he saw the boy standing next to him.

"What other orders does the old man have?"

The young man said respectfully: "Master, please ask the young master to return to Yuanzhou immediately."

Sun Shangcheng: "Go back? I have only been back for a few days, so I won't go back."

"Master, the father of the child you captured today has come to visit us. "The boy said.

Sun Shangcheng leaned against the door and folded his arms: "So what, it's just a rural household, so I can just send him away."

"The other party is not easy to mess with," the young man said, "The master asked me to get rid of that child. "

I haven't had enough fun yet!" Sun Shangcheng looked gloomy.

"But young master..."

"Go away, I will go back when I have had enough fun." Sun Shangcheng said impatiently. The rules of Qinghe Academy are strict. You can only take a break once every seven days. Money is strictly controlled, and you are afraid of being cheated by the academy. All the fellow disciples inside saw that he had always been doing his duty and did not dare to "look for flowers and ask for help". Now it was rare to come back. When he came to his own territory, he could play as he wanted, and he did not want to go back so soon.

When I went there today, I didn't meet anyone on the road. When the carriage came back, I had someone take it and change it. It was done so secretly, who would understand?

Even if the Wu family's daughter-in-law accuses her without evidence, what can she do?

He is currently studying in Qinghe Academy. His fate is not surprising this time, and he is still on the list. Who dares to provoke him?

The old man is getting old, and he is too timid when he hears the noise.

The boy opened his mouth to say something, but Sun Shangcheng went back into the room. No matter how loud he shouted, he couldn't come out.

The boy asked bitterly: "What should I do?"

The housekeeper looked into the room. The door was closed and he saw nothing. At first, the child could still make some cries, but later he didn't hear much.

"Nothing." The housekeeper waved his hand and said, "The child can't hold on for long. Don't worry, you can go and do your work first and wait for him..."

Just in the middle of speaking, the door outside opened. was struck.

The two looked at each other and didn't think much about it. This place was secretive. No one else knew about it except Sun Zongze and his son, the two big men who looked after the courtyard, the housekeeper and Sun Zongze's personal servant.

The housekeeper just thought it was a farmer from the village who came to deliver food. He raised his chin to the men watching the courtyard and motioned for them to open the door. He followed the boy into the next room.

There was a loud knock on the door, and the man said: "Come on, come on."

As soon as the door bolt was taken off, the courtyard door was kicked open. Before the man who opened the door could react, he was kicked in the middle of the abdomen and fell down. Fly into the yard.

Another man grabbed the guy and looked at the door warily: "Who is it?"

Fang Zichen led a group of people in.

The boy looked out the window and was surprised.

"It's him, him, how did he find him?"

The yard is not too big, and there are not many rooms, only four or five. One of the rooms has the best door, and it is in the center.

Fang Zichen said nothing and hurriedly walked towards the room.

Two housekeepers and a boy came out to interfere, but were held down by the thugs.

There was a lot of commotion outside. Sun Shangcheng opened the door with his shirt open and shouted: "Why are you making such a noise? It disturbs my interest. I want to die..."

He saw clearly the man with gloomy eyes and his eyes widened.

"It's you."

Fang Zichen raised his arm, swung it hard against his chest, knocked him to the ground, and kicked him in the stomach.

The smell in the room was a bit loud, and the doors and windows were closed for fear of the sound coming out. Fang Zichen didn't know what he saw, and he froze at the door, unable to move for a moment.

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The furnishings in the house are exactly the same as those in the dream.

There was a buzzing in Fang Zichen's head, his neck was a little stiff, and he slowly looked towards the ground.

The good boy was lying face down on the ground, with one hand still holding his trousers, and the other hand raised above his head, as if he was stretching towards the door before, with one leg stretched out in a weird posture, motionless.

His clothes were messy, and the clothes on his back were torn apart. His sunken back was naked and covered with traces of burning incense. The skin on both sides was bruised and purple, and there was no good patch.

Fang Zichen's eyes were so red that he seemed to have fallen into an ice cave all at once. All the blood in his body seemed to be frozen. He was so stiff that he felt a strong sense of panic coming over him like a mountain. His hands and feet were numb. His blood suddenly solidified, and his heart suffocated for a moment. It was as if a sharp knife had pierced his heart, twisting his internal organs to pieces!

Fang Zichen's eye circles instantly turned red.

"Smash..."

His legs seemed to have been drained of strength, and he almost staggered to Guaizi's side, knelt down with a thud, and stretched out his hands tremblingly.

"Smash..." The good boy was still lying on his stomach, neither moving nor responding.

He never does this.

He wanted a father so much, so when they first lived together, the good boy would always try his best to please him. He thought that if he was an obedient and diligent child, as long as he was obedient and sensible enough, then his father would He would never abandon him and his father. Later, Fang Zichen gave him enough sense of security, and he began to show his true nature and have a little temper. When Fang Zichen made him angry, he would say: "Father is a bad guy", "Farts smell like joy" Father" and the like.

He would say this, and he would only say this. Every time he got angry, Fang Zichen would coax him, but after a while, he would start giggling again. Every time Fang Zichen called him, he would answer as long as he heard it, even if he got up to urinate at night. , Fang Zichen teased him, pinched his butt, and called his name. He was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, and he would still say "Father" in a daze.

He never does this.

An unspeakable depression and despair made Fang Zichen almost unable to breathe, causing his eyes to turn blood red.

He carefully turned the boy over and looked at his unrecognizable son. For a moment, he almost didn't dare to recognize him.

How could this happen?

When he left in the morning, his son was still fine, with a white and tender face, and he was jumping up and down, pestering him for a kiss. Why didn't he come for a day and this was it?

Why is it like this?

Unable to control his emotions any longer, Fang Zichen's tears fell down his jaw.

Because of his good face and the full protection of his family, he has never suffered or suffered. He has not shed tears since he was two years old, but now he is crying.

His whole body was shaking uncontrollably, fear, anger, panic, regret, all the emotions mixed together.

A cry of despair came from the house.

The thugs rushed in after hearing the sound, and then froze.

They thought that they had seen the world, and they were reluctant to be a living on the tip of the knife. Gamblers who nourished in the gambling hall were often swollen by them, vomiting teeth and blood, chopped their fingers, they did to do it. He has long been accustomed to strange things and thinks he is brave, but now when he sees the good boy, those wounds are shocking and he is still horrified.

This beast of the Sun family is simply not human! .

The child's right eye socket was severely swollen, as big as an egg, his face was bruised, his mouth was pale and cracked, and there was no good piece of meat on his body. The pitted wounds made the thin child look like a corpse that had been eaten by vultures and dried in the sun.

How did a child get such a vicious hand?

Sun Shangcheng got up and tried to escape, but was kicked to the ground by the thugs. They asked Fang Zichen what to do now. Fang Zichen picked up his son and rushed out, leaving only one sentence.

"You guys stay here, not even an ant can be let go."

Brother Zhao suffered internal injuries, which will make the pain even worse. After taking the medicine, Dr. Xu asked him to lie down and rest, but he refused to do anything and kept babbling. He looked towards the door. If there was any movement outside, he asked Aunt Liu to look at it.

After going back and forth several times, it was not until evening that I finally met Fang Zichen.

Brother Zhao will never forget this day until his death.

He would remember that suffocating and painful feeling for the rest of his life.

Doctor Xu couldn't help but take a breath when he saw Guaizi.

Burned, kicked, beaten, broken, this kid is basically going to be a cripple!

Fang Zichen handed the child over to the doctor. His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. He didn't say anything. He only said: "Doctor, save him, no matter the cost. Please save him."

The good boy was so hurt. It was very serious, but not fatal. However, the calf bone was broken by the kick, and the right eye was also seriously injured. There is a possibility of blindness. Now that the child is unconscious, Doctor Xu is not able to judge.

It seemed that the child had become extremely thin after not seeing him for a long time. He was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, but when he looked from the door, he saw that the bed was not bulging at all, and even if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see anyone lying on it.

He was beaten to the point of incontinence and his pants were wet. Doctor Xu wanted to take them off and check to see if there were any wounds, but he still held on tightly.

Doctor Xu had no choice. The child was covered in injuries and he couldn't force it. He looked at Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao.

Brother Zhao's whole body was cold, and he was in the ear of the good boy. He didn't dare to reach out and touch him, and said: "It's okay, it's okay. Be good, let go, and let daddy help you change your pants."

The good boy didn't respond and still closed his eyes tightly. Doctor Xu tried to pull it and found that he actually let go of his hand.

The boy's entire left leg was red and swollen, and the broken bone was even black and bleeding. Fang Zichen only took one look at it and pulled Brother Zhao out.

Brother Zhao's legs were so weak that he couldn't walk, and he staggered to his knees with every step he took. Fang Zichen hugged him and helped him walk outside.

This night, Guaizi did not wake up.

Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao didn't dare to leave even half a step, and the boy didn't wake up, which made Fang Zichen extremely frightened.

Brother Zhao's body has not recovered yet, and what he needs most is to rest. But right now, his brain has been in a state of hypoxia. Looking at his son who is lying on the bed, unable to wake up no matter how much he screams, he still can't wake up. Accept it.

His nerves were tense, and the depression and fear accumulated in his body and heart were close to the limit. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, making the hair on his forehead wet. The child's breathing was very weak. He was afraid that if he took even half a step away, the child would run out of breath. .

He didn't dare to close his eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed, blinking, looking at the good boy, and looking at him like this, tears fell down on his own.

Every scar on the good boy's body was like a knife, stabbing straight into his heart.

Seeing his son hurt was worse than letting him die.

A person's death is just a sigh and some conversation topics to those who are insignificant, but to those who depend on each other, it is the collapse of the world.

Aunt Liu, Brother Zhou, and Lin Xiaoxia's family all came. When they saw the good boy, Brother Zhou and Li Yanmei rushed back to the village on the spot, came to He's house, pulled He Huihui out, and started beating and scolding him.

Lin Xiaoxia was afraid that the two of them would suffer a loss, so he followed behind. The He family tried to stop him, but he was stopped by him.

"You black-hearted person," Zhou Geer straddled He Huihui and slapped her face repeatedly.

"You are such a poisonous woman for attacking a child. I curse you to die a good death."

Li Yanmei kicked her at every opportunity.

He Tiezhu said: "Brother Zhou, don't fight, don't fight again, Huiniang already knows that she was wrong, don't fight anymore."

Brother Zhou's eyes turned red: "She did such a thing, one sentence Is it okay if I beat her to death and say I was wrong? "Is that okay?"

He Tiezhu was speechless by his series of questions.

During the two days that Guaizi stayed in the hospital, people from the village came to see him, and when he came back, they came to the door to scold him.

This isn't just to please Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao, I really can't stand it.

The boy is so miserable.

Ask yourself, if it were your own child who suffered this kind of thing, I'm afraid everyone would come to the door with a knife. Fortunately, He Huihui is still a woman. It is said that women are the most soft-hearted. Bah, Fang boy is right, this He Huihui Where is the person, he is simply a poisonous scorpion.

There are too many gossips. The He family has not dared to go out recently, and He Tiezhu has not dared to speak.

He Huihui said nothing.

She also regretted it, but one step was wrong and the next step was wrong.

She was just unconvinced at first. She saw Fang Zichen taking Brother Zhao and his children to play with cannons by the river. When Brother Zhao lit up the cannons, Fang Zichen went to cover his ears... The scene was dazzling to her eyes.

She is no different from Brother Zhao, she is even better than Brother Zhao. Fang Zichen can accept Brother Zhao, why can't she?

The person she looked down upon and pitied in the past once crossed her, which made her feel uncomfortable.

She felt that she was laughed at and criticized by the villagers, all because of them.

She was too angry for a moment. When she went to the market last time, she met Sun Shangcheng. She remembered the rumors about this man, and her mind was confused, so she approached him to strike up a conversation.

She only said that there was a child in the village who was born extremely well and looked very delicate and cute, so Sun Shangcheng fell into the trap.

The good boy woke up only on the second evening, and saw Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao surrounding the bed, with tears streaming down his face.

"Father, daddy~"

He just said a few words, then he started coughing violently, which caused severe pain all over his body as the wound was involved. Tears fell more fiercely, one by one, as big as beans.

Fang Zichen was so distressed that he touched his face gently and lowered his forehead to him: "Yes! Father is here! I won't cry anymore."

Brother Zhao's eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes and he wanted to pat his chest. He stretched out his hand. After passing by, he suddenly stopped again, his nose was very sore: "Are you hungry? Can daddy feed you some porridge?"

The good boy hummed softly.

"I'm hungry. My dear boy wants some Western food."

Not knowing when he would wake up, Brother Zhao kept warming the pot of porridge, thinking that he would be able to feed him immediately when he woke up.

The good boy ate half the bowl in small sips, then shook his head and said he was full.

He woke up briefly and fell asleep again after a while.

This sleep lasted until the next morning.

When he woke up, he drank a bowl of porridge first and then some medicine. Seeing him frowning in pain, Fang Zichen felt heartbroken.

"Father," Guaizi grabbed Fang Zichen's hand and said, "I have a big eye, why can't Simo see the bird clearly?"

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Fang Zichen gently touched his head: "Because he is injured, you can see clearly when he recovers."

The eyeball was severely injured, and there will be some symptoms of blurred vision in the early stage. Doctor Xu checked it and said it was fine. The most important thing is the injury on the leg, which hurts the muscles and bones and won't heal for a few months.

Speaking of this, Doctor Xu couldn't help but sigh.

Broken bones are no joke. Most people would suffer unbearable pain when they sprain their feet. This child's leg bones were broken. Although he had applied medicine, it was definitely painful. He had met several men who fell from the mountains in the past. , screamed in pain for several days, but the child never cried out in pain after waking up. He didn't know what he had experienced before, and he could endure the pain like this.

"So that's how it is! No wonder, the good boy thought he was going to become a one-eyed dragon bird!" The good boy breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Brother Zhao: "Dad, are you still in pain?"

Brother Zhao didn't respond for a moment, so good boy Zai said again: "Daddy was beaten, does it still hurt?"

The more sensible he is, the more distressed Brother Zhao becomes.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," he said in a choked voice as he took the boy's limp, too-small hand and put it against his face.

"I'm sorry, daddy didn't...failed to protect you."

"Oh! Daddy, don't say that." Guaizi was excited. His body was still hurting, but he always talked a lot: "Guaizi is a man." Ren, the good boy should protect his father, but the good boy is still too young. If the good boy grows taller, he will be able to protect his father and his father. Don't be afraid, dear boy. If it hurts, please sleep to replenish your energy. Dad, don't be afraid."

Brother Zhao couldn't stop crying: "Well, Dad is not afraid. When you wake up, Dad won't be afraid anymore."

The good boy laughed.

He seemed to have no shadow of what he had experienced. Fang Zichen felt that he was naturally optimistic, just like himself.

Only Brother Zhao knows that this is not the case.

The good boy doesn't know why Sun Shangcheng treats him like that. He doesn't even need to know, because the Ma family will beat him at every turn. When he is happy, he kicks him when he sees him and tells him to get away and not to be an eyesore. He is angry. , then grabbed his hair and beat him.

He obviously didn't do anything wrong, and the Ma family still didn't let him go.

Guaizi didn't know, he just thought Sun Shangcheng was the same as the Ma family. Only this time, the beating was a bit serious.

He didn't think much. He talked a lot when he woke up. Seeing Fang Zichen here, he wasn't afraid at all. He said he knew his father would definitely come to save him, and asked Fang Zichen to fight the bad guys and avenge him.

"Hit him..." Guaizi frowned. He couldn't move yet, and his face was obviously swollen, but his expression was still full. When talking about Sun Shangcheng, he was so angry that his fists were clenched. Get up and say, "Hit him. Father will help the good boy beat him. He is a bad guy, a big bad guy. Father will beat the crap out of him to avenge the good boy, okay?"

Fang Zichen went to kiss his forehead again: " Okay, father, go take care of him and avenge my little baby. You and daddy will wait for father here."

"Yes!" The good boy nodded: "You will be good, good boy."

As soon as Fang Zichen came out of the room, someone came running towards him. .

It's Sun Zongze.

"Young Master Fang," he knelt down in front of Fang Zichen with a thud: "Young Master Fang, please, please let the dog go. The dog has nothing to do and was confused for a moment..."

Fang Zichen kicked him over.

"What's wrong with being young? How can he be regarded as a young man? Last time I asked you for a son, you didn't give it to you. This time the situation has changed and it's your turn to ask me for a son. Why do you think I will give it to you!" Fang Zichen's eyes fell on Sun Zongze. His face was filled with disgust: "You said you were such a good person, why did you give birth to such a beast!"

Sun Zongze's face turned red, and he got up and knelt down in front of Fang Zichen.

"Master Fang, please let the dog go once, can I give you money? As long as you are willing to let the dog go, I will give you any amount."

Fang Zichen raised his eyebrows: "You want to give me money?"

Sun Zongze didn't know. What did he mean, but he thought, money can make all the difference, and the child will be fine. As long as more money is given, the matter can be settled.

Doctor Xu and several young apprentices were resting in the courtyard when they saw Sun Zongze taking out some bills and stuffing them into Fang Zichen.

Doctor Xu shook his head. Although he had not been in contact with him for a long time, he knew that Fang Zichen loved money, but the two he loved most were the two in the room. Needless to say, Brother Zhao, Fang Zichen and he were very sticky. It seems that she loves her son to the highest degree. She lets him sit on top of her head and talks about bungee jumping. She kisses him more than ten times a day. Not many fathers outside can do this.

Sun Zongze's money was wasted.

Sure enough, Fang Zichen just collected the tickets and shouted outside, and Lin Xiaoxia came in.

"Take this old beast and follow me." Fang Zichen said.

Sun Zongze panicked: "Master Fang, what do you mean?"

"It's the son's fault that he doesn't teach his father well. You didn't teach your child well. Today I will help you educate him." Fang Zichen said.

Sun Zongze said angrily: "Are you going back on your word? Don't forget, you just took my money."

Fang Zichen refused to admit it: "When should I take it? You forced it on me yourself. And I didn't agree either. What are you doing?"

Sun Zongze pointed at him, his hands trembling with anger: "You, you..."

Fang Zichen frowned, took out his index finger very quickly, and then exerted force.

Sun Zongze shouted. Brother Zhao heard the sound and ran out to see him, and saw him kneeling on the ground with his fingers covered.

Fang Zichen grabbed his hair and forced him to raise his head to look at him.

"Whose son do you think you are touching? You want to do this for a few hundred taels? I tell you, it is just a dream."

His aura was so domineering that Sun Zongze was shocked by the murderous intent in his eyes . live.

"If you dare to hurt my son or hit my husband, I will beat your entire Sun family. Even the dogs will not be spared. Xiaoxia, take him with you."

Sun Zongze was dragged all the way to Fuhe Village. Before Fang Zichen left, He had given instructions, so there were still many thugs surrounding the yard.

The villagers didn't know what was going on and wanted to come over to watch the fun, but the thugs were so fierce that they didn't dare to get close.

Fang Zichen entered the yard and saw the two men tied up in the corner. He immediately asked someone to beat them, saying that they only needed to breathe. He also didn't let go of the housekeeper and the boy.

Sun Shangcheng was pushed out of the room in a bit of embarrassment. Sun Zongze shouted: "Cheng'er."

"Dad," Sun Shangcheng's eyes lit up as if he saw a savior: "Dad, please save...ah!! "

After he finished speaking, Fang Zichen slapped him in the face. The effect of force is mutual. Fang Zichen used force. He didn't know if Sun Shangcheng was in pain, but his hands were burning. Fang Zichen took off his shoes and faced him. He was slapped several times in the face.

Sun Zongze was detained by two men and could only watch as Fang Zichen beat Sun Shangcheng one-sidedly.

The thugs brought out an iron stick, which Fang Zichen knocked over. It weighed more than ten kilograms.

Sun Shangcheng looked horrified, holding his hands on the ground and retreating uncontrollably.

Several of his teeth were knocked out, and his speech was slurred: "You, what do you want to do?"

"What do you say!" Fang Zichen raised his stick: "What you did to my son back then, I will pay you back a hundred times as much. If you break one of my son's legs, it's not too much for me to break both of your legs!"

Sun Zongze was standing aside. Begging for mercy: "Master Fang, please spare this child once! Please, I will give you whatever you want. If his legs are disabled, he will be ruined for the rest of his life!" If his legs

are disabled, there is no hope for the imperial examination. Sun Zongze was counting on Sun Shangcheng to make him shine.

If not, when Sun Shangcheng was imprisoned by the thugs, he would have reported it to the official.

In the past two days, he had arranged for people to investigate Fang Zichen. He was in a hurry and the information he obtained was not comprehensive. He only knew that his son was not his biological son.

In this way, he thought of spending some money to calm the matter down, but he didn't know that the other party actually took the money and refused to acknowledge it.

Fang Zichen didn't listen to his nonsense, he swung the iron rod and smashed it down, causing Sun Shangcheng to make a pig noise.

"It's not broken?" Fang Zichen raised his eyebrows, not knowing whether it was intentional or not: "You bitch's bones are pretty hard." After saying that, he hit Sun Shangcheng several times in succession, and Sun Shangcheng fainted from the pain.

Sun Zongze first kept begging for mercy, and then threatened and insulted him. Fang Zichen had his mouth gagged, and then poured water on Sun Shangcheng to wake him up, then dragged him to the water tank, pinched his neck, and pushed him Press your head into the water.

Sun Shangcheng's leg bones were completely broken and his flesh and blood were blurred. When Fang Zichen dragged him, his legs were limp and there were two bloody marks on the ground.

Fang Zichen's eyes were scarlet, and whenever he thought of the bruises on the good boy's neck and the scars all over his body, his heart was on fire, and he wanted to kill someone.

Sun Shangcheng's struggling movements became smaller and smaller. Lin Xiaoxia rushed over and tried to pry Fang Zichen's hand away.

"Master, let go quickly, let go quickly, or you will die if you hold it down any longer."

Fang Zichen did not let go.

"Master," Lin Xiaoxia pulled hard and said, "Master, that's enough, that's enough. It's not worth pitying the death of a beast like him, but master, don't be stupid and get yourself involved! Master, please wake up."

"Awake?" Fang Zichen shook him off: "I am very sober."

"Master, murderers will not be allowed to take the test. You promised the master."

"I took the test to make my husband and son live a better life, not to give me money. " If you can't avenge my son, you can put on shackles and fences.

""Young Master..."

"I have a sense of proportion."

Even if he was angry, Fang Zichen didn't really want to kill him. Kill him, he doesn't want to go to jail or sit in a cell.

When Sun Shangcheng had only one breath left, Fang Zichen lifted him out. Sun Shangcheng was breathing heavily. His wet hair was messy and stuck to his face. With his red and swollen face, he looked very embarrassed.

But this is not played.

Several times in succession, each time he was hovering on the verge of death. When Sun Shangcheng was about to drown, Fang Zichen lifted him up again.

Sun Shangcheng was scared, completely scared.

He was peeing from his lower body. His timid and cowardly nature, which would only use force to overwhelm others, was clearly revealed at this moment.

His face was covered with tears and snot, and he began to beg for mercy.

"Begging me, are you begging me?" Fang Zichen grabbed his hair and put his feet on Sun Shangcheng's shoulders: "When you were violent to my son, did my son ever ask you?"

Sun Shangcheng was trembling all over.

"Yes?" Fang Zichen stared at him and spoke again: "Answer me."

"Yes..." Sun Shangcheng lay on the ground, soaked to the skin, and the pain in his knees made his nerves numb: "Yes."

Fang Zichen approached him and looked at him: "Then will you let my son go?"

Fang Zichen looked at him as if he were looking at a dead thing, and Sun Shangcheng began to panic.

Fang Zichen's expression darkened, looking fierce and cold.

"When my son begged you, you didn't let him go. Now, why do you think I will let you go?"

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The thugs burned a handful of incense. Fang Zichen took it and blew it twice. The ashes dispersed and the sparks turned red. He took off Sun Shangcheng's clothes and poked the burning end into Sun Shangcheng's body.

"Ah..." Sun Shangcheng shouted hoarsely.

The smell of burnt skin filled the air.

Sun Shangcheng was tortured until he became incontinent. The thugs were helping him beat him. After the incense was burned, someone quickly lit another one and handed it over.

Since this kind of beast loves to torture people so much, he should be allowed to taste the feeling of being tortured.

Sun Shangcheng was such a good boy, Fang Zichen did it all over his body. In just one afternoon, he was dying and looked like no one.

Sun Zongze finally knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Fang Zichen tilted his head and looked at him, and said pitifully: "He abused my son, do you know how much it hurts me? Now it's just like this, and you start to feel bad? Isn't it too early?"

Sun Zongze was stunned.

Fang Zichen waved the whip in his hand: "I found this in the room. Now, it's time for him to taste the feeling of being abused. I just don't know how long your son can last."

He looked at Sun Zongze with some disbelief . , he continued: "It was your son who abused others before, but now it suddenly changes. Doesn't it feel weird? It's okay, just get used to it."

Sun Zongze almost fainted.

The torture did not end until noon the next day. When Sun Shangcheng was carried out of the house by the officers and soldiers, he had lost his appearance. His fingers had been chopped off, and the two ounces of flesh on his crotch were also chopped off by Fang Zichen and fed to the dogs. .

His whole body was beaten with blood.

After watching too many anti-Japanese dramas, I still learned a few tricks.

Fang Zichen was not afraid when the officers and soldiers came, they were all his own.

An officer and soldier told him that it was the officer reported by Mrs. Sun's wife.

Even if he didn't say it, Fang Zichen would have guessed it.

Yesterday, Mrs. Sun's wife brought someone to break in, but failed. They didn't dare to report it to the official before, but they didn't want to make the matter a big deal and felt that there might be room for maneuver. Now Fang Zichen doesn't accept the settlement. He is in the house. There, Sun Shangcheng was tortured, and Sun Shangcheng screamed miserably. Mrs. Sun gritted her teeth and reported to the official.

Compared with his son's life and future, life is still the most important.

Fang Zichen took out a fifty-tael silver note and asked Lin Xiaoxia to give it to the thugs, asking them to destroy the Sun family. As long as no one was killed, he would keep everything.

Sun Shangcheng was carried aside and followed by many people after entering the city. Fang Zichen came outside the Yamen and went directly to play drums.

The defendant becomes the plaintiff.

Mrs. Sun was stunned and forgot to cry.

Jiang Zhengxu had a headache when he saw Fang Zichen. Fang Zichen stood still, looking confident.

Jiang Zhengxu was so angry that he slapped the chopping board: "You are so impudent that you don't kneel down when you see me."

"A scholar doesn't kneel down when he meets an official," Fang Zichen said.

Jiang Zhengxu: "...you knew you would definitely pass the exam?"

Fang Zichen glanced at him and said nothing, but there were two words written clearly in his eyes.

[Nonsense]

Jiang Zhengxu choked.

Today the rankings are released, and Fang Zichen has indeed won, ranking first for the third time in a row.

As soon as the red list was posted, the whole town cheered.

This brings glory to the entire Fuan Town!

It would be so honorable to tell this matter!

Look, they only have such outstanding people in Fu'an Town.

When the scholar list was released, there were no officers and soldiers who went to the village with gongs and notifications. But Fang Zichen was different. Xiao Sanyuan, Fu'an Town had not produced such talents for decades. Jiang Zhengxu asked a few soldiers to go there with the red list and badges. , it gave him a face, but the result was good. Xiaobing went away for a while and came back to say that Fang Zichen was not at home. People in the village said that something had happened to his son and he had been staying in the hospital for the past few days.

They were all admitted to the hospital, so they must be seriously ill. When Jiang Zhengxu heard this, he was thinking of going to visit him, but someone beat a gong outside and said he wanted to sue Fang Zichen.

Sun Shangcheng was lying in the yamen, looking miserable. Mrs. Sun knelt beside him and kept crying. The people outside listened to Mrs. Sun's complaint, saying that Fang Zichen led others to beat him, and their eyes immediately changed when they looked at him.

What kind of hatred or resentment? To beat someone like this is simply unconscionable and show talent. If such a person becomes an official, I am afraid he will also be a fool.

This group of people mostly listen to the wind and rain, like grass on the wall, they will fall in whichever direction the wind blows, and they will fall in whichever direction the wind blows.

When the whispers reached his ears, Fang Zichen's expression did not change, and he just explained the cause and effect one by one.

It started to be noisy again outside.

Jiang Zhengxu slapped the table: "Quiet," he looked at Fang Zichen: "Is what you said true?"

Before Fang Zichen responded, several women ran outside and said loudly: "Sir, a civilian woman can testify for Fang Xiucai.

"I can do that too." "

I can do that too."

Fang Zichen walked in a hurry while holding his son in his arms. Many people saw him.

The child was beaten so pitifully that he looked like a small ball in his arms. They only glanced at it from a distance and did not dare to look at it a second time. Sun Shangcheng deserved to be beaten like this.

The wind turned again. The officers and soldiers went to Jishitang to investigate and brought Dr. Xu back. Everything became clear.

Fang Zichen refused to stop, accusing Sun Shangcheng of child abuse tendencies and requesting a thorough investigation.

It turned out that the housekeeper refused to plead guilty in the government hall, but he was beaten up by the thugs first, and his body could no longer bear it. Jiang Zhengxu only threatened him briefly, and then he did everything.

Mrs. Sun kept saying that he was talking nonsense and was unjust. Jiang Zhengxu frowned and asked the officers and soldiers to search Fuhe Village.

Finally, under the leadership of the housekeeper, the officers and soldiers dug up nine corpses in the backyard.

When the corpse was transported back to the Yamen, the whole town was shocked.

After the autopsy was done, Wu Zuo wanted to kick Sun Shangcheng.

The nine corpses, judging from their height, teeth and bones, are all children. The youngest is only two years old, and the oldest is only nine years old. There are boys, girls, and brothers. Their skulls, hand bones, and sternums are all more or less. There may be some fractures. The most infuriating thing is that one of the six-year-old female corpses was not seriously decomposed because it was just buried. Judging from the extent, she would have been killed during the Chinese New Year. Therefore, it is obvious that , her lower body was severely torn, and she must have been sexually assaulted before her death.

Some of the other corpses were already bones, and some were infested with maggots. The smell was so strong that some of the people watching outside vomited them out.

It's really cruel.

Everyone said they wanted to sentence Sun Shangcheng to death.

A total of 63 people were admitted in this college examination, and Fu'an Town only got a few. Sun Shangcheng was lucky and got on the list. The people in the town felt quite happy. They had just shamed Fang Zichen and thought he was going too far, but now they know it. Why did he go so far?

For a person like Sun Shangcheng, it would not be too much to cut his body into pieces or behead him directly.

Mrs. Sun cried and said that these children were domestic slaves who had sold themselves to death contracts.

In Daxia, the head of the family had the right to direct workers, farm laborers, and long-term workers, but they did not have the power of life and death.

But selling oneself is different.

Some people sell their goods for more than ten or twenty years. This is a living contract. Once they earn enough money, they can redeem their property and become a long-term employee in disguise.

If they don't sign a living contract, then they are like goods and completely belong to the owner. The owner can do whatever they want. Even if they are beaten to death, the owner does not need to face a lawsuit.

However, most ordinary people would not beat their domestic slaves to death. This was considered part of their property. If they committed crimes, they would probably be sold again.

This is the servant.

If the latter situation happened, then Sun Shangcheng would be considered innocent, and Fang Zichen would be furious to death.

The people outside were also grinding their teeth.

Suddenly, a woman burst in from outside, knelt down beside the girl's body, and took her into her arms regardless of the stench.

"Xiaohua, my child~"

"What is going on?"

The insider said: "That seems to be the Lu family's wife in Houliu Lane. I heard that her baby will be abducted during the Chinese New Year."

"What? ? ? "

This is not a child who sells his body.

Was he kidnapped?

The girl's face had been severely beaten before her death and had rotted away, making her unrecognizable. But as a parent, the child could recognize it after it turned to ashes, not to mention that the only remaining piece of clothing on her body had not rotted.

The sad cries made Fang Zichen panic.

If he had left a little later, maybe his little son would have been buried with these corpses.

Over time, they will slowly get maggots and rot. No one will ever know what he suffered during his lifetime.

Even if they die, no one will seek justice for them.

Someone had come to report to the officials before that the child was missing, but no results were found. Because the Lu family's wife was present, Jiang Zhengxu asked someone to go and notify the child and come over to see if it was the missing child at home.

There were nine corpses, and people came to claim them one after another.

Mrs. Sun said they were sold, but that was not the case. Only two of them were bought.

After the housekeeper confessed, the first few children who were sold were the ones who really signed the deed of betrayal. However, they were not poisoned to death. They were killed by Sun Shangcheng for fun. However, many of them died at once. The commotion was a bit big and word spread accidentally. At that time, Sun Shangcheng was studying in Anhe Academy. Sun Zongze was afraid of affecting his children, so just in case, he had someone fill him with poison and make a false impression. He took it out and buried it.

Later, when Sun Shangcheng died, his opponent in the shopping mall revealed the matter again. When the matter spread, Sun Zongze took the initiative to report it to the official and invited his widower to go. It was exactly the summer when the children died, and two years later, all the people were dead. When it's rotten, all that's left is the bones. The bones were black, obviously poisoned, so the matter was dismissed.

He Huihui was also arrested, many members of the Sun family were imprisoned, and Sun Shangcheng was deprived of his honors. Because he had done too badly, he would be executed by Caishi next month.

It took two days to deal with this matter. The Sun family was completely smashed and even the walls were demolished. Jiang Zhengxu had a headache and scolded Fang Zichen.

I think he does things impulsively and a little too much.

Although he was reasonable this time, he tortured Sun Shangcheng to such an extent that the people were angry for a while and couldn't remember him, but later they calmed down, fearing that they would think he was cruel.

"Then what should I do?" Fang Zichen looked at him steadily, the emotion in his eyes unclear. For a while, until Jiang Zhengxu couldn't bear it anymore, he asked calmly.

Jiang Zhengxu replied: "You should come and report to the official."

Fang Zichen snorted softly: "Then what?"

"What else?" Jiang Zhengxu said seriously: "He is guilty, you should hand him over The government will punish him and give you justice instead of detaining him and punishing him privately. Do you know that it is a crime for you to do this?"

"Well!" Fang Zichen said calmly: "I will report it to the government, and then he may do it. He may go to jail, or he may be beheaded directly. No matter what the outcome, he will die innocently. But I refuse to accept it. If I stab him, he will die easily. Once he can die happily, the law will not be fair. I will treat him how I want to treat my son. It is only fair that he has experienced all the pain my son has experienced."

Jiang Zhengxu couldn't say a word.C

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Fang Zichen didn't think he had done anything wrong, but Jiang Zhengxu accused him like this because it didn't happen to him, so he said it lightly.

Yes, if something goes wrong, you should report it to the authorities, but the authorities are all about conclusive evidence.

He didn't have time to waste. Sun Shangcheng was guilty and he would be beaten. Even if he got a reputation as a cruel person or was even deprived of his honor, he would admit it.

He is eighteen years old, and he is just such a son! If Sun Shangcheng dared to hit him, it would be no different than killing him.

Fang Zichen glanced at Jiang Zhengxu, his attitude was lukewarm, even sarcastic, and said: "I'm not like you. You have many sons. If any of them dies, you don't mind. You can pretend not to see or know." , but I can't, I'm just one, oh, it's not right, even if I am more than this, I have a litter, but whoever dares to touch my son, I will touch his whole family, even the dog will not be spared if the law cannot do it. If there is absolute fairness and justice, what about crime? If I can only fight evil with evil, I am willing to become a more evil person. I don't care what others think of me

. Months, during which he stayed in bed and didn't feel bored.

It's not that the broken leg bone doesn't hurt. On the contrary, it hurts like a heartbeat, one after another, like a heartbeat.

The good boy didn't say anything. He knew that if he cried out in pain, his father would be very sad, so he didn't say anything.

Brother Zhao was seriously injured before, so he was relieved when the good boy woke up. Fang Zichen didn't let him stay with him in bed, and drove him to bed as soon as it got dark at night to rest.

He took the medicine and was a little sleepy. With Fang Zichen here, he felt at ease and slept peacefully. Fang Zichen was lying on the bedside, but he didn't sleep well. He closed his eyes, and in a daze, he always dreamed about that day in a messy way. Brother Zhao's face was covered with blood, and he ran out staggeringly. The back of his hands was bruised. He pulled him and said: "Son, I want a son."

Then the scene changed, and he dreamed of the good boy lying on the wet bed again. On the ground, there was a motionless, dying scene.

Even though three days have passed, he still clearly remembers that feeling.

Sun Shangcheng smiled in front of him. Fang Zichen had never hated a person so much. He wanted to kill Sun Shangcheng. He had touched his most precious and cherished person. He wanted to tear his mouth to pieces, remembering the pair of eyes that had humiliated him. The son's hands were chopped into pieces. He wanted to kill him, really wanted to kill him! !

Because he was too exhausted, his body fell into chaos, but his mind was still awake. He seemed to be torn apart, and he couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality.

Someone was sobbing softly, as if coming from a far away place, but yet so close that it seemed as if they were right in the ear.

Fang Zichen's heart palpitated and he suddenly woke up.

There was a lamp burning in the room, a small flame the size of a soybean, emitting orange light.

The good boy shed tears silently, his eyes were red, and his eyes were soaked with tears, like two grapes.

Fang Zichen was so distressed that he wiped his tears and asked quickly: "Why are you crying? Are you having a nightmare?"

"Father." The good boy looked to the side and saw that Brother Zhao had not been awakened. He was silent for a moment and said to Fang Zichen looked slightly worried before whispering: "My dear boy, my legs hurt. I can't sleep. My dear boy is going to die."

This is not easy to handle.

Fang Zichen wanted to hug him, but the child couldn't move his legs and he was frizzy. If he touched him, the child would be in more pain.

"How about daddy tell you a story?" He remembered that the good boy liked listening to stories. In the past, when he went to bed at night, he would always pester him to tell him stories. If he didn't, he would even bombard him with farts.

The good boy's eyes lit up: "Okay, good boy, you have to listen, but the father has to keep your voice low and don't wake him up!"

"Okay~" Fang Zichen pulled the stool closer, leaned forward and lay on the bed, holding him with one hand. He gently rubbed the back of his hand with his little hand, holding his soft hair with one hand: "Before..."

Children loved to ask a hundred thousand whys.

Fang Zichen's mouth went dry as he talked, and the good boy's eyes sparkled as he listened, like a flashlight.

He was so distracted by the story that he couldn't remember the pain.

"Father~"

Fang Zichen said: "Yeah!"

"The good boy has a little question."

"What?"

The good boy's big head was full of questions: "I transformed into the Hulk for Seamus, and my clothes and pants are all torn. When he was wearing Rendi, he had a small butt and turned into a giant with a big butt. How can he still wear those little pants?"

Fang Zichen: "Hey

, you The old father spoke so vividly and vividly, not to make you struggle with this issue.

As for why my underwear doesn't break after transformation, but if it does, won't my penis leak out?

Although people are open, they are not so open as to shake their butts on the screen.

The Hulk is already naked from the waist up, and if his lower body is naked, he may not be able to pass the trial.

Fang Zichen paused, swallowed, and started talking to him again. He only said a few words, and the boy was confused.

Xiaofeng was entrusted to the Liu family by Brother Zhao before. Aunt Liu didn't let him come when Aunt Liu came to town to take care of Brother Zhao and Guaizi because she was afraid that he would be frightened when she saw him.

After the boy got better, Aunt Liu let him come to visit.

Yang Mingyi also came over. The two brothers stayed with him every day. Brother Zhao's injury was not healed, so the roast duck business temporarily stopped. Fang Zichen did not go to work and stayed with him in the hospital. The good boy was very happy. , laughing and giggling endlessly all day long.

The laughter was clear and clear and carried far away. Dr. Xu was consulting outside and felt speechless.

This child is really big-hearted. He doesn't cry or fuss after waking up. He eats and drinks what he should. Fang Zichen even bought a bed and brought the older children at home, as if he regarded this place as his own.

What they knew was that his son had suffered a lot of crimes, but those who didn't know thought that he and his son had gone to the medical clinic to enjoy themselves.

Brother Zhao and Guaizai need to stop eating spicy food, ginger, and soy products, but these two father and son have suffered, and they have to make up for it.

Fang Zichen bought a big pork leg and asked Brother Zhao to braise it in a big pot. It was very soft and delicious. Fang Zichen picked up a big piece and put it on the plate for the good boy. He said that the shape complements the shape, so he ate the big shank. My leg will be healed tomorrow. I was trying to coax the child to play, but when I woke up the next day, the boy said that his leg was healed and he wanted to get out of bed to play.

Fang Zichen didn't say anything, he just poked his calf and screamed.

Brother Zhao was just about to scold Fang Zichen when the good boy said with tears in his eyes: "Hey, good boy, Simo's leg is not healed yet? Is it a pig's leg or a pig's leg?" He raised his stubby legs. Pointing his finger, he said pitifully: "Dad, can you cook it for me again? I think if you go a little bit west, I will be able to eat well."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Fang Zichen : "······"

If you want to eat, just say so.

Still doing this.

I think he ate too many wild vegetables in the past three years. Fang Zichen found that Guaizi loved eating meat and was happy with it, especially chicken. Brother Zhao bought a lot of chickens last time and he was very diligent. , he went to the river every day to dig for earthworms, and later he went to the foot of the mountain to dig, and the mountain was about to collapse. According to Brother Zhao, many chickens were also strangled to death.

The first batch I bought already weighed over one kilogram or almost two kilograms. The people in the village raised chickens and were reluctant to feed them with grain. When the chickens were still small, they would hide the vegetables in small pieces and feed them with rice bran. The larger ones would be fuller. They were fed with vegetable leaves, so the chicken grew slowly, weighing more than a kilogram and almost two months old. If it didn't die of illness, Brother Zhao was reluctant to throw it away. The chicken was not suitable for soup, so he cut it into small pieces and fried it. , followed by garlic and perilla leaves, it is very fragrant when it comes out of the pot. I have eaten it once and I like it.

Fang Zichen was vaguely suspicious. The good boy did it on purpose. This kid was sometimes very clever and knew that he could still do things like bombing him with nuclear weapons and feeding chickens until they died.

Recently, Brother Zhao has been making some porridge for him to drink. The good boy is afraid that he is greedy for meat.

But it's just a chicken, he can eat it if he wants. Why is he working so hard? Is it just to let his husband and son eat chicken for a meal? Now, although he is a few steps away from a meal, he is working hard. It can be achieved.

Erpao has suffered such a big punishment, let alone pig knuckles, even if he wants to eat dinosaur legs...

this is still a bit difficult.

Forget it, let's eat pork legs!

He wanted to eat, so Brother Zhao would definitely cook it for him.

Pork trotters are not easy to cook, and they are only sold fresh at the morning market. It is a bit hot in April, so even though the pork trotters will not smell bad if left for a whole day, they will still have a bit of a smell. Brother Zhao plans to get up early in the morning. I went to buy it and brought it back to marinate, but the injury he had suffered before was not serious. Fang Zichen used to like to stay in bed, but he is more diligent today. As soon as Brother Zhao woke up, Fang Zichen came back with a pig leg.

Pork legs are dirty and not like meat. You can buy them and boil them in a pot of water. If they are not cleaned properly, they will have a strong smell.

Starting a fire and burning the hair, then scraping the skin, I did it once yesterday under the guidance of Brother Zhao, and today Fang Zichen did it again, and it was very easy.

Fang Zichen went to the morning market all day long, bought chicken, duck, fish and meat, and kept feeding them.

The good boy didn't gain any weight after eating, and he didn't know where all the food went. Brother Zhao and Xiaofeng were obviously a little fatter. Fang Zichen looked at Brother Zhao's round face, as if he had baby fat. His eyes are clear and bright, and he is so cute.

Brother Zhao stared at him, his eyes curved into crescent moons, his voice was clear, gentle, and melodious: "Why do you always look at me?"

Naked, the children are all there!

Seeing his smile, Fang Zichen felt a strong heartbeat again and found it difficult to breathe.

This little goblin is really annoying.

He turned away and said in a very low voice: "You are my husband, why don't I just look at you? You have to pay for it! I only want to look at you because I care about you. If I don't even want to look at you, you have to be anxious." Brother Zhao

laughed again and kicked him: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Fang Zichen turned sideways to avoid the kick and ran to sit on the other side.

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The boy's bones healed very well, and the bruises on his face were almost healed. Doctor Xu checked and said that the child could move now, so the family packed up their things and moved back.

For more than a month, thanks to Aunt Liu's help in taking care of the family, the chickens, ducks and sheep in the backyard now look much bigger than before.

The village chief had an uncle-nephew relationship with He Huihui, and Fang Zichen also kicked him that day. Now that he was living in his ancestral home, Fang Zichen felt a little uncomfortable.

But whether it's renting a house outside or starting over, it can't be done in a day or two.

His son now needs to rest, and although Fang Zichen feels uncomfortable, he can only endure it.

He quit his job at Zuixiaolou. Yang Mingyi studied with him for a while and taught him everything he needed to teach. As soon as Fang Zichen left, he could take over immediately.

The most profitable business at home is roast duck and chili sauce. The pumpkins they bought earlier are gone, so the pumpkin pie business can no longer be done.

At that time, pumpkin cakes were based on small profits but quick turnover, and they did not earn much money at all. However, Brother Zhao did the math and bought several taels of pumpkins, plus some sugar, oil and charcoal fire. These costs were I sold them one by one, and finally made more than twenty taels.

It doesn't seem like much at first glance, but if you record this amount in one winter, it is considered to be a top-notch amount. Ordinary village households only earn a few taels throughout the year.

If we buy some more pumpkins, we can still make them, but after a whole winter, the pumpkins prepared by every household have almost been eaten up. The small vendors outside have made some money in the winter, and they will go to the village to buy them after the new year. I would like to buy a pumpkin again, but I'm afraid I won't be able to.

When the good boy came back, everyone in the village took the time to visit him. They didn't come empty-handed. They mostly brought some eggs and meat, saying they wanted to give the boy a good supplement. After not seeing him for more than a month, he had lost weight.

You can't look too thin.

In the winter, Brother Zhao was afraid that he would be cold, so he dressed him like a ball. Now that the weather is warm, the outside is peeled off layer after layer, just like the bird. It looks like a big bowl, and even if the hair is removed, it's just fine. Ping Pong is small, but he must lose weight.

His legs hadn't recovered well, so wherever he went he was either hugged by Fang Zichen or Xiao Fengbei. Brother Zhao was busy making roast duck again.

During this period, the village chief came several times. He used to treat Fang Zichen as a junior and took good care of him. Now because of Aunt He, the village chief felt ashamed of him and came to his door. He didn't say a few words before he started apologizing again.

A favor is a favor, and a fault is a fault. Fang Zichen didn't even sit down and ignore him, but after hearing more apologies, most of the anger towards him in his heart disappeared.

The village chief was not completely confused, so he spoke for Aunt He at this juncture. When he came, Wang Damao told him not to mention Aunt He after Fang Zichen. Even if Wang Damei didn't say it, the village chief wouldn't.

The good guy is hurt like that, and it can't be overcome by just saying "I'm sorry."

However, he stopped Fang Zichen in the first place, and now the bond between their two families is more or less incomparable to what it was before.

Fang Zichen was admitted as a scholar and received two taels of silver, three kilograms of meat, half a piece of cloth, and twenty acres of land tax per month. Because of his son's affairs, Fang Zichen was not very happy and did not take it to heart. Zhao Brother Zhao even forgot about this. At noon, when officers and soldiers came to the door, Brother Zhao was still a little stunned.

A large group of villagers followed behind, thinking that something had happened to the Fang family again.

But it doesn't look like it, after all, he is holding meat in his hands!

When I followed him, I heard it was incredible.

This scholar is really amazing!

There has never been a scholar in the village. Every household is extremely poor and barely has enough to eat. They have never thought of sending their children to study. Studying consumes money and no one can afford to send it. For them, studying is something only rich people can do. They have nothing to do with the matter, so they don't know much about the imperial examination. I have only heard about it a few times. I know that if you pass the examination, you can become a high official. If you pass the examination, you can be exempted from taxes and can go to the imperial examination every month. It's easy to find a job if you get some money from the yamen. However, no matter how specific the benefits are, they don't understand them. It's none of their own business, and no one is too lazy to find out.

Now that I see people who are rich in meat, cloth and money, I really have a clear understanding of scholars.

Be good.

In a month, you can get two taels of silver without doing anything, and you don't have to worry about food and drink.

Envy, really envy.

If you don't get the monthly exam for ordinary scholars, the yamen will not send it to your door. It is difficult to take the exam for a scholar, but it is even more difficult to take the exam for a scholar. Most people will stop at the college exam for their whole life.

The yamen represents the face of the imperial court, so it will not lower its posture too low. It is just a scholar who can lead him if he likes it, and pull him down if he doesn't.

Fang Zichen is a special case.

He became famous in the literary circle of Yuanzhou during the government examination. Less than half a year after the government examination, everyone thought that he would not end so soon. After all, he won the first place in the county examination and the government examination. If he wins the first place in the hospital audition, he will be a proper Xiao Sanyuan.

Although this little three yuan seems to be nothing, it is not easy to win the first place three times in a row without extraordinary knowledge?

In the county examination, a county-wide battle, it is not difficult to stand out.

But when it comes to government examinations and college examinations, talented people from all over Yuanzhou gather together, hundreds or even thousands of people, to compete for those dozens of people. It is not easy to win, let alone the first place!

After all, Xiao Sanyuan is just a scholar, but in the future, if he enters school or is admitted to the Juren Examination and does not want to go up any higher, and wants to get a small official position, he will naturally choose the one who is more outstanding.

Just like in modern times, with the same entrance examination, good schools only admit those with the best overall scores.

Everyone thinks that Fang Zichen will settle down for two years, and then win Xiao Sanyuan in one fell swoop. After coming out of Gongyuan, everyone is guessing that the first place will come from Qinghe Academy again. The most optimistic one is Bai Hua. Nan He Ji Zhenzhou, these two people in the academy are the ones with the best knowledge and literary talents. They did not fail the last academy examination. It was not that they were worried that they would not pass the exam, but they were thinking of accumulating more and winning in one fell swoop. That leader.

Bai Huanan and Fang Zhenzhou are both in Class A, and are taught by Master Tang, Master Yang, and Wu □□.

During the first two school entrance examinations, Master Tang and Master Yang were very satisfied with the answers they submitted. However, their abilities were evenly matched, and neither of them could say for sure who would win the first place.

On the eve of the college exam, the three of them mentioned this matter while drinking tea and chatting.

"Huanan has high attainments in poetry and lyrics, but policy theory has some shortcomings, and Zinzhou is just the opposite." Master Tang said: "However, if the college examination is as difficult as in previous years, if policy theory is a major topic, Zinzhou should be compared Hua Nan has a good chance of winning."

Master Yang nodded: "That makes sense."

Mr. Wu poured the tea and water without saying anything.

"What does the dean think?" Master Tang asked.

Mr. Wu was silent for a long time. He was not sure about Fang Zichen's strength, but he seemed to be a smart man. He also talked in one way and had a lot of fallacies. Judging from the government examination answer sheet, this man had some Skills, but the government examination and the college examination are different after all, and the difficulty is a few degrees higher. Fang Zichen said he had read the books he sent, but there were more than twenty books, and only eight/nine of them were annotated. He asked Did Fang Zichen encounter anything he didn't understand? Fang Zichen said no.

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Wu had a headache.

If there is no problem, it is the biggest problem.

Either he didn't understand it and couldn't find the problem, or he was trying to trick him and didn't finish reading it at all.

Fang Zichen didn't stay with him, and Mr. Wu didn't have much time to stay with him and urge him. During this period, he met twice and didn't say much. He was so angry that he couldn't ask many questions.

But Fang Zichen was so proud of his face that if he hadn't been fully prepared, he wouldn't have ended up humiliating this person.

Thinking of Fang Zichen's arrogance that night, Mr. Wu said: "It's hard to say."

Mr. Tang put down the tea cup: "What did the dean mean by that?"

"Fang Zichen, who ranked first in the government examination, is also preparing to die this time." Mr. Wu said: "He If this happens, Hua Nan and Zinzhou have little chance of winning."

Master Yang frowned slightly and said doubtfully: "I have heard about this guy, but..." He paused: "The dean thinks so highly of him? As far as I know, he didn't have a tutor, nor did he go to school. He probably studied on his own, with no one to guide him. He could have passed the county and government exams if he had a little bit of ink in his mind, but the college exams were difficult to overcome. It's a watershed, he's like this, I'm afraid it's a little difficult. "

"We think it's difficult, but that guy said he doesn't fight unprepared battles," Mr. Wu said here, thinking of Guaizi's words, "My father will be next year. Go for the exam in March. If you pass the exam, you will be a scholar. Next year, you will be admitted..." He choked. Fang Zichen dared to say such big words to his son. He must be full of confidence: "It's useless to talk more now. When the time comes, Then you will know. "

When Mr. Wu said this, he was very optimistic about this person.

From his words and expressions, Master Tang and his wife also knew that Mr. Wu admired this person very much. In this case, this person must have something extraordinary. After all, Mr. Wu knew exactly how much Bai Huanan and Ji Zinzhou weighed. He felt that these two people were incomparable, so it seemed that they were probably incomparable.

Mr. Tang and Master Yang could not be valued so much . Fang Zichen was very curious, but when he thought that the academy was about to lose to a little-known young student, he felt a little uncomfortable.

After the college examination was over and the test papers were revealed, Master Tang and Master Yang were even more worried.

In previous years, the college examination never had any questions, but now there are only two questions. They compared the topics of previous years' college examinations, focusing on eight parts and policy theory and current affairs. Now they are all caught off guard

. It is the most fatal weakness.

But it is not a big problem. They did not expect that there would be arithmetic questions. It must be the same for other academies, so there is nothing to worry about.

But I heard that Fang Zichen is from a restaurant. Mr. Accountant, I am probably good at arithmetic.

Thinking like this, I am comforting myself.

But it does not mean that I am good at arithmetic. Who can't do it

on the day when the results are released? Countless people flocked to the yamen gate, and the three characters Fang Zichen stood out on the red list.

Did

n't this person just pass the government examination? Did

he go out without even taking a breath? ?

He got the first place in the exam... Everyone looked at Bai Huanan and Ji Zinzhou silently.

How could this make others live?

Both Bai Huanan and Ji Zinzhou looked depressed. Very well, one was ranked second and the other was ranked third. Some of the classmates accompanying him were unhappy, and some couldn't help but take pleasure in his misfortune

. After four years of competing with each other, it's better now that we lost to someone with diarrhea.

Chapter 219

As soon as the news came back to Qinghe Academy, Master Tang and Master Yang suddenly lost their composure.

The two of them went to Dean Wu together and said that talents like Fang Zichen must be recruited into the academy, otherwise their academy would be slapped again in the provincial examination next year.

Two and three in a row, the academy can no longer afford to lose this person.

Mr. Wu sighed.

Did he not want to? He hinted at Fang Zichen and wanted to recruit him into the academy. What did Fang Zichen say? He said to think about it again. He said that their academy was a 'black shop' and the reputation was all blown out by the people in the academy. They were bragging about themselves. He wanted to investigate. Check it out and come here after it's done. What else can he do?

In the end, he could only make a trick. He thought that Fang Zichen would save face, so he wrote to Jiang Zhengxu, giving him more sweetness and more wind. Once Fang Zichen saw him, it might not take long for him to become furious. is coming.

He had finally figured out Fang Zichen's Achilles' heel.

I didn't even think of this at the time, but now people are sending money to their doorsteps, and they don't have to do anything to get the money for free. Fang Zichen is extremely happy.

The officers and soldiers came to the door in person. It was the first time for the people outside to see this scene. In the past, they only knew that it was a great thing to be admitted as a scholar, but there was no concrete explanation of how great it was.

Now that they were scared when they looked at them, the officers and soldiers, who were trembling as they spoke, nodded and bowed to Fang Zichen, now they were completely clear.

The officers and soldiers left, and everyone gathered around to give them compliments.

Most of the people in the village are down-to-earth people, good people are good, and their speech is almost straightforward. Although they are not as beautiful as the literati said, they still make Fang Zichen feel comfortable listening to them.

After everyone dispersed, Brother Zhao stuck to him and said, his heart pounding wildly: "Husband, you are so amazing."

These words were more straightforward, with obvious admiration in his eyes.

Brother Zhao held his neck, asked him to lower his head, stood on tiptoes and kissed him twice.

Fang Zichen was about to drift off.

You can even kiss if you get first place in the exam.

There were no such good things during the government examination. It seemed like it was time to find an academy to prepare for the provincial examination.

The good boy was still lying on Xiaofeng's back, muttering that he wanted to kill a chicken for Fang Zichen.

He was still unhappy if he refused to kill him, saying that if there was no reward, his father would not be able to pass the exam next time.

Because his father did well in the exam last time, he killed Jixi, and now his father also passed the exam.

Don't let the small lose the big.

How could Brother Zhao not understand what he was thinking? The good boy spoke eloquently. When he talked about chicken, his saliva was about to flow out. He kept swallowing saliva, and his throat was probably peeling off a layer of skin. There was nothing he could do. Brother Zhao spent dozens of coins and went to He Xiaodong's house to buy an old hen.

This hen is quite old, and most of the time people don't want to buy this kind of chicken.

It was really because it was too old and I didn't cook it for half a day after I bought it. It was hard to bite, and it was a waste of firewood.

In fact, the nutrients of young chicken and old chicken are the same. The meat of old hen is spicy and difficult to chew. However, the traditional belief of villagers is that old hens that are more than two or three years old are rich in nutrients, rich in oil but not greasy, and are better than all kinds of pork. and fish, so some people who want to replenish their health will occasionally buy them to eat.

Brother Zhao didn't know whether it was true or not, but the last time Aunt Liu went to town to visit Guaizi, she brought a stewed old hen that was soft and tender. She said that this kind of chicken is the best to eat and can be used as a supplement.

Brother Zhao always remembered it.

The old hen's feathers are not easy to pull out, as if there are roots in the chicken, especially the longest ones at the tip of the buttocks. Brother Zhao makes a hoarse grin when he pulls them out. Fang Zichen looks on and laughs. Brother Zhao Er glared at him, turned around, pointed her butt at him, and finally ran into the kitchen in a panic without even finishing plucking out the feathers.

He couldn't even run away, as his butt would be burned with a hole from the teasing gaze.

Fang Zichen laughed heartily in the yard.

The old hen was plucked clean, opened, rinsed with water, and then put the whole hen in the pot to stew. The good boy didn't want to go out to let out air. He sat upright, like a good student in class, and sat by the stove watching the fire. , this sitting lasted the whole afternoon.

During this period, Fang Zichen peeked out of the small window several times. In addition to adding firewood to the stove from time to time, the good boy would occasionally jump up to lift the lid of the pot and stretch his neck to peek into the pot to see if the chicken was ready.

How greedy is this?

A chicken fascinates a child so much that he doesn't even want to go out to play.

Fang Zichen sighed silently.

Hen stew soup, let alone anything else, the smell alone is so fragrant. Several women and husbands who went to kill ducks by the river in the afternoon came back and smelled the tangy smell as soon as they stepped into the yard. Fragrance, these people are not jealous of gossips. If it were anyone else, they would be worried about Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao and would not say it to their faces, but they would definitely talk more behind their backs.

Even if you make money, you still stew chicken during the New Year. You shouldn't spend money like this. It's just not possible without an old person in the family. Young people can't live a good life.

But it is estimated that only a few people think so. After all, the villagers have become numb to Fang Zichen's lavishness. During the Chinese New Year, he caught a basket full of fish, more than thirty fish, which can last until the year of the monkey and the horse.

Wang Damei had a meal at Fang's house, and later she chatted with others and also talked about it. There were chickens, ducks, and fish. She didn't have any other thoughts, and just wanted to talk about how well Fang's family was doing now.

At first, Fang Zichen had no job, and everyone pitied Brother Zhao, saying that he jumped from one fire pit to another, just serving people's lives. Later, when Fang Zichen got a job, everyone envied Brother Zhao, saying that he had a good life and clung to him. Such a person, and later we heard that he had started a business and bought chili and garlic in the village, and everyone realized that he was not a clinging to anyone.

The fact that the Fang family can live like this is the result of the joint efforts of the young couple. Fang Zichen cannot do it alone. Although three taels of silver a month is a lot, it can't be eaten like this! Wang Damei secretly wanted those gossips in the village to stop looking down on Brother Zhao.

After the chicken is stewed until soft, clean the chopping board, pick it up and chop it. This is how the chicken is chopped. Afraid that it will lose flavor after stewing for a long time, Brother Zhao made two more small dishes of sauce, a little soy sauce, chopped green onion, coriander, garlic, and then poured it on Add some hot oil and some soup, and it's ready.

After simply frying two side dishes, Brother Zhao called out to the yard, and then Fang Zichen and Xiaofeng came out of the room. He was just teaching the child arithmetic and writing when he entered the kitchen and saw the boy holding the edge of the table and staring at the plate of chicken on the table without blinking.

Brother Zhao picked him up and put a chicken leg in his arms.

The good boy was so happy: "Thank you, daddy."

Brother Zhao gave Xiaofeng another one.

Xiaofeng stammered: "Thank you, thank you, Uncle Zhao."

Brother Zhao said: "Good boy, eat it quickly."

The chicken was stewed very soft, and the good boy ate it with great speed. Fang Zichen sat opposite him and just I saw his two little hands working together, holding the chicken drumstick, like licking ice cream, licking it from left to right, turning the drumstick in a circle, licking it from right to left again, and then... a big drumstick just disappeared. .

He looked at Xiaofeng. Xiaofeng had only taken two or three bites, and there was still more than half of it left.

Brother Zhao gave him another chicken drumstick: "Do you want more?"

"Yes, yes," said the boy.

He huffed and finished eating again after a while, and then looked eagerly at the plate of chicken on the table.

Brother Zhao pursed his lips, pretended not to notice, and let him eat the rice in the bowl. The good boy gave him a gentle tug: "Daddy~"

Brother Zhao looked down at him.

The good boy raised his short, oily fingers again: "Good boy, he also wants to order some meat."

Brother Zhao looked at him, but for a moment, he really couldn't stand his pitiful, begging behavior. After giving him the last chicken leg, Guaizi felt a little embarrassed. He originally wanted Brother Zhao to give him other meat. In his opinion, he could only eat two of the four chicken drumsticks, and the other two were Brother's, he licked his oily mouth and looked at Xiaofeng.

Compared to chicken legs, Xiaofeng prefers to nibble on the bony parts like wings and necks, and Brother Zhao knows that.

Xiaofeng touched Guaizi's head: "I, I don't want to eat, you, you eat."

"Yo~" Guaizi pushed the bowl over and asked Brother Zhao to put his legs in the bowl: "I'm sorry, Simo." ! The chicken drumsticks are so big that the good boy can't eat them so much, but my brother doesn't eat them, so I should waste them. My father said that every piece of chicken is hard work, so it's not right to waste them, so the good boy should just eat them if he can't." He sighed like a young adult: "Hey~"

Brother Zhao: "...

" Fang Zichen: "..."

If you didn't push the bowl over so quickly, what would you say? A bit of credibility.

He used to love eating chicken, Fang Zichen could tell, but he didn't expect that he could eat it so well. It was almost as good as when he was a child. When he was a child, no matter what he did, he was far ahead of his peers, and he could eat rice. He ate one more bowl than others and peeed farther than other children. The good boy ate three chicken drumsticks, several pieces of chicken breast, and two large bowls of white rice. Only then did he say he was full and stopped eating. .

In the evening, Brother Zhao frowned and asked Fang Zichen if his son had eaten too much.

"Ah?" Fang Zichen was lying next to his son. His son had just fallen asleep. He asked in a low voice, "Why do you say that?"

"I think he has eaten a little too much." Brother Zhao has never raised a child. Without experience, the only experience that can be judged is to look at the belly. Before, he would not let the good boy eat so much and would control the amount. However, since the beginning of the new year, the child's appetite has increased and he has begun to eat more. , at first he would control him and only let him eat one bowl, but the good boy kept complaining that he was hungry. Brother Zhao had no choice but to give him food. Later, when he saw that nothing happened, he let him go. I would eat a lot more then, but I don't want to eat more these days.

If the father and son were still at Ma's house now, they might really starve to death.

Fang Zichen thought of the way his son smashed and killed everyone at the dinner table. He wanted to bite off the bones of the chicken legs. He subconsciously wanted to nod, but he didn't know what he thought of, so he changed his mind and said, "No! I think it's quite normal. It's a blessing to be able to eat it." "

Others, this man is reliable, but his adopted son is the same as him. Brother Zhao was not relieved after hearing this, so he went to Liu's house for lunch the next day.

In the past six months, Liu's family also made some money to eat. Things are a little better. At least you can buy half a kilogram of meat every now and then. Children like to eat delicious food. Aunt Liu cooked a small bowl of lean meat for Liu Liu today. Liu Liu held the bowl and ate it very delicious. However, it was only half a bowl. Say enough.

Brother Zhao frowned deeply. Knowing that Aunt Liu was busy pulling weeds in the vegetable field, Brother Zhao didn't bother him. He left the Liu family and went to the patriarch's house. The patriarch's grandson Tiedan was almost the same as Liuliu. Big, this is the meal time. Most people in the village will not visit here at this time, otherwise they will be suspected of cheating.

The patriarch's family was quite surprised when they saw Brother Zhao coming. They thought something had happened. Brother Zhao just came to see Tiedan and said that Qianer, He Xiaodong and others came to play with Guaizi and helped him make some things. As for the work, my husband went to town yesterday and bought a lot of candies for work, so he thought of sending some over.

The patriarch's family heard this and said that he was polite. Tiedan often went to play with the good boy. Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao were both generous. From time to time, they would give them some snacks and help them with some work. What's wrong? You can't just take advantage of others and avoid them.

Brother Zhao was chatting with them while paying attention to Tiedan. He saw that he was full after eating a small bowl. This happened two times in a row, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Seeing that his expression was not very good, the clan grandmother asked, "What happened?"

Brother Zhao twirled his fingers, a little uneasy, and said: "My child eats a little too much, something is not right."

Chapter 220

The grandma was startled for a moment, and then she smiled, her expression as usual: "It's a good thing that the child eats more. If he doesn't eat, you should be bothered!"

"No." Brother Zhao looked at the grandma. , thinking that the other party is an old man after all, with several children and grandchildren, and he must be rich in experience. When Fang Zichen went to take the hospital examination, Brother Zhao also took the boy to the hospital, but Xu Dafang took his pulse and said There was nothing wrong with him, it was just that he was born prematurely and had not eaten well in the past few years, so his body was a little weak. After he came back and took a good supplement, there was no big problem with his stool. He didn't even prescribe a pack of medicine, so Brother Zhao felt relieved, but he was so good last night The boy's behavior made him feel excited again, and he told the boy about his situation again.

Grandma's forehead was deeply wrinkled.

Logically speaking, children over three years old should not eat like this no matter how much they eat. This is really too much. She has lived for most of her life and has never heard of any child eating like this.

"Have you taken the child to see him?"

"Yes, the doctor said there is nothing wrong." Brother Zhao said.

The grandmother asked: "Where did you see it? Old Man Huang?"

Old Man Huang is the barefoot doctor in the village.

"No." Brother Zhao shook his head and said, "It's Dr. Xu from Jishi Hall in the town."

"If the doctor says it's okay, then it means it's okay." The doctor in the town, whose medical skills are nothing to say, was patted by the clan grandma . Brother Zhao held his hand and said: "Don't worry blindly. Children are not all the same. Most children will learn Chinese when they are about one year old. Now, I heard that there is a boy in Shilitun who is six years old. He can only speak when he is old, which is a little different from other children, but he is still healthy. I heard that his great-great-grandfather was like this before, and he will be fine."

Brother Zhao Mu Ran thought of Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao . Jiao also eats a lot, because Li Yanmei and Lin Xiaoxia have larger appetites than ordinary people,

so maybe Fang Zichen eats normally... usually two bowls, if the stir-fried vegetables suit his appetite, or lunch After working, he would sometimes eat three bowls. The men in the village also had the same appetite, but he did not have the same appetite as Lin Xiaoxia.

However, after chatting with the grandmothers of the same clan, Brother Zhao was no longer as worried as he was just now.

The folks sent a lot of eggs, but the weather is a little hot now and they won't last long. Brother Zhao cooked a few every day, wrapped them in a net bag, hung them around the necks of the two children, and let them eat them as snacks.

The little puppy was also injured earlier, but it will be fine now. The good boy can't sit still at home, so Xiaofeng often carries him out for a walk, with the dog jumping behind him.

The good boy kissed Xiaofeng: "Brother, are you tired?"

Xiaofeng shook his head, afraid of bumping him, and walked steadily. He used to carry firewood and pigweed, a very big bundle. He didn't feel heavy at all, Guaibao was small and light, and he didn't feel tired even with the other two.

The good boy knows how to repay his kindness, and his big eyes smile like little crescent moons: "Brother, good on you. From now on, if my brother breaks his leg, the good boy will carry you too."

Xiao Feng: "..."

That's not necessary. .

Brother Zhao settled the accounts at night and felt a little melancholy.

The six hundred taels of silver that were compensated earlier were all spent on Xiaofeng. Later, he took some medicine and went to the hospital for several more taels. Guaizi and him spent a total of one hundred taels this time, and the most expensive one was Those two bottles of scar removal plaster.

It's a problem for people in the village to have enough to eat. It doesn't matter if the scar is there or not. This plaster is mostly for those wealthy families. It takes the 'high-end route'. Because the customer base is obvious, people are not happy to sell it cheaply. , so a small bottle cost more than thirty taels. If it were him, Brother Zhao would not be willing to spend this wasted money, but he would not be stingy at all when it could be used on his son.

The scar was really an eyesore. He looked at it once and felt distressed once, so it was okay to leave it.

Prices in Fucheng are not cheap, and Fang Zichen still has to take medicine. There is not much money left at home. He asked a merchant a few years ago, and the man said that the small yard in Fucheng costs almost two hundred taels. , if renting, it would cost several taels per month if it was close to the street and close to the academy. He was not willing to rent if it was far away. First, it was inconvenient for Fang Zichen to go to and from school. Although the academy could provide accommodation, how could Brother Zhao be willing to do so with Fang Zichen's appearance? With that mouth, he felt uneasy if he didn't stay in front of him. Secondly, Brother Zhao was scared after this experience. There should be people like Sun Shangcheng not only in the town. Yuanzhou is as big as it is. What kind of people don't exist? We live in a remote area, and if something goes wrong like that day, no one will come to rescue us even if we scream.

Moreover, when Fang Zichen arrived, he was going to study. After entering the academy, it would not be like what it is now. He needed to buy pens, inks, paper and inkstones, buy uniforms, and hand in gifts. Adding up all the miscellaneous things, it would cost dozens of taels.

Brother Zhao is eager to make money now. The money jar at home has bottomed out, and he feels uneasy. The hot sauce is about to be sold out, but the new batch of peppers have not yet been picked, and the most profitable business is about to begin. It was about to break, September was only a few months away, and he was so anxious that he had blisters on his mouth.

The roll noodle business is also profitable, but not as good as the hot sauce business.

A bottle of hot sauce can earn more than eighty cents, and a bottle of rolled noodles can only earn two cents after deducting the cost. It is considered a small business, and it is impossible to expect it to make a fortune.

After putting the good boy to sleep at night, Fang Zichen walked up to Brother Zhao and poked him.

"Did you go into the mountains with Xiaofeng today?"

There was an itch in his waist and abdomen. Brother Zhao couldn't help but tremble, and an electric current ran up his back. His waist, abdomen and auricles were the most sensitive and could not withstand teasing at all. He turned over and grabbed Fang Zichen's hand, pressed it into his palm, put his fingers through his fingers, interlocked with his, and replied: "Yes!"

Fang Zichen asked: "Going to chop wood?"

Brother Zhao looked at him and smiled. "Why don't you go play?"

Fang Zichen frowned and said, "I'll just tell you how I'll fetch some water. You'll be gone when I get back. You're not well yet. Why are you cutting firewood? Is there no firewood at home? No. Just buy it from Hexi!"

"We don't have much money at home." Brother Zhao lowered his eyelashes and said softly, "It's a little bit of money to save. I don't have anything to do in the morning, so I can leave the duck for dinner at home. We need hot water every day, which requires a lot of firewood! I am responsible for chopping, and Xiaofeng is responsible for baling. I can pack several bundles in one day!"

Fang Zichen raised his eyebrows. He had done this job once, and it was not difficult at all. It is also a way for outsiders.

There is so much grass on the mountain that it is difficult to walk even a step, and mosquitoes and ants always like to attack people. The last time I went there, I came back with a few big swellings on my face: "It was only ten cents. It is too difficult to make money now, but... "

Brother Zhao was very curious about what he was doing, and asked in a natural manner: "What?"

Fang Zichen turned his head and handed his face over: "I found a job for you, as long as you fuck me. One bite, and I'll give you a hundred coins."

Brother Zhao narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Zichen with his chin slightly raised, with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Seriously?"

Fang Zichen nodded: "Once a word is spoken, it's hard to follow it. "

Brother Zhao smiled: "Then I can bankrupt you."

"Humph~" Fang Zichen sneered: "Come here."

Brother Zhao leaned over, and Fang Zichen was about to close his eyes, but Brother Zhao suddenly stopped. Grabbing his ear, Fang Zichen screamed, thinking that he had just fallen asleep, so he immediately covered his mouth.

"Fuck, it hurts! Aunt Zhao, please let go!"

Brother Zhao had a sullen face and changed his expression very quickly: "Where did you get the money?"

Fang Zichen honestly handed in the money he earned every month. A sum of money suddenly appeared, and Brother Zhao had to think about it.

Fang Zichen was honest: "That old beast from the Sun family gave it to me."

Brother Zhao asked: "Then why didn't you say anything before?"

Fang Zichen's eyes wandered: "Didn't I say it?"

Brother Zhao affirmed: "No."

"I guess I forgot."

Brother Zhao let go of his hand . , looked at him steadily, stretched out his hand towards him, the meaning was self-evident.

Fang Zichen pouted, jumped off the bed, rummaged in the cabinet twice, and took out a few bills from a piece of light cyan clothes. He shook them, and the bills clattered before he handed them over.

"Na, here you go."

Brother Zhao just reached out to take it, but before he could touch it, Fang Zichen withdrew his hand again.

"No? Brother Zhao, I saw you right. I told you that you are not the kind of brother who covets my money. If you do this, I like you even more!"

Brother Zhao: "... "

Brother Zhao pursed his lips, but couldn't hold it back anymore. He burst out laughing. He lightly kicked Fang Zichen's knee: "Here you go."

Fang Zichen handed him the ticket.

Not much, just over 400 taels. The

Sun family cloth shop is not the only one in town, and the income is not too much. In addition, all the money was invested in new goods, and there is no money left at all. These more than 400 taels , or Sun Zongze borrowed it from his friend while licking his face.

Now that he is in jail and his house was smashed by Fang Zichen, he may not be able to repay the money.

Fang Zichen took Brother Zhao into his arms and pinched his face. He felt soft under his hands. Brother Zhao's waist was very thin, and his buttocks didn't have much flesh. Instead, he had a face that looked fleshy and round. So cute.

He is young, only nineteen, and now he is pale. With his round face, he looks even more tender.

If he were born in modern times, at this age, he should still be in school. Like most boys, he would be a confident and dazzling young man. He would fall in love secretly, discuss with others which girl is beautiful, and talk to the boy on sunny afternoons. They sweat freely on the playground. If they play better, there will be girls cheering for him when he scores a goal.

Worse, if he stopped studying, he might go into a factory to tighten screws, and then go to work with others to make trouble again after work. Anyway, it shouldn't be like this now, holding a jar, just for money and to support the family. , in order to save so many dozen pennies, I am worried.

He is only nineteen years old, but he is already the father of a three-year-old child.

It's fucking amazing.

After Fang Zichen finished squeezing, he couldn't help but kiss him again, and said sadly: "My family is not too poor to open the fire. Don't go cutting firewood tomorrow. The work is tiring, and you are in good health."

"It's okay now." Zhao The brother buried himself in his arms and put his arms around his waist: "I've been raising him for two months and I haven't done any work. I've gained a lot of weight

." Fang Zichen propped himself up and looked at him: "Nonsense, I've gained weight somewhere."

Brother Zhao said in a dull tone: "You just said before that my face used to be as round as a plate, but now it's like a basin."

Fang Zichen: "...Is there any?"

"Yes!" "It's

still like that." That's what happened." Fang Zichen pursed his lips, approached Brother Zhao, and said vaguely, "It's talking nonsense, punish it!" "

Punishment?" Brother Zhao raised his eyebrows, "For example. ?" "Yeah! Kiss it hard with your mouth, and kiss

it until its skin peels off. Come on, ravage it, I won't resist." "You will take advantage of me. It's so shameless." Fang Zichen also laughed: "You really don't treat me as a man! What kind of face does a man have in bed?" "Scum!" "Scum is scum, come on, Give me a sip."

Chapter 221

Young people's feelings are hot and surging, just like a piece of withered grass on the winter field. Looking at each other, or even just one action, is like throwing a spark into the Liaoyuan - a wildfire can ignite in an instant. Lift up half the sky.

After only a while, Fang Zichen lay on Brother Zhao's neck, breathing deeply. His breath was hot, and he felt the hard top of his head. Just as Brother Zhao was about to raise his hand to undress him, Fang Zichen But he hid and walked under the bed.

There was no wave on his face: "I'll go out and take a shower, you go to bed first!"

Brother Zhao grabbed him and said, "What's wrong? You, don't you want it?"

"You're just right," Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao also knew how the men in the village were like from the gossips of the women. It was not the busy farming season, and sex was always cumbersome, every three days or even every day. Because of this, last time Fang Zichen went to Yuanzhou to take the exam. , that's why everyone teases him like that, but Fang Zichen doesn't ask for him uncontrollably in bed matters. Sometimes his character is even like a child, heartless. The last time he said he wanted him, he ate it. After dinner, I hurriedly went to take the child, walked around the village, came back and lay on the bed, and told the good boy a story. After he had taken a bath, he pushed the door and went in. The father and son hugged each other. When they heard the sound, the good boy raised his head. , their eyes were still full of energy, but some people were already so sleepy that they were trying to coax their children to sleep, but they themselves fell asleep before the children were asleep.

Brother Zhao hadn't been close to him for almost two months, so he was thinking too much now. He insisted: "I'm fine."

"Nonsense. It'll hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days. You obey me and go to bed first."

Brother Zhao remained the same . He didn't let go. He didn't look at Fang Zichen, and even avoided it. He noticed that the other party moved and seemed to want to go out, so he couldn't help but exert force and move his mouth at the same time.

It's quiet at night, it's not midsummer yet, the frogs and crickets haven't chirped yet, any sound can be infinitely amplified in a night like this.

Fang Zichen blinked, suspecting that he heard wrongly, but his eyes touched Brother Zhao's red ears and evasive eyes, which confirmed it.

"But, I want it."

Brother Zhao really said it, it was not his illusion.

It is said that when a man reaches a certain age, he becomes like a wolf and a tiger. Is the same for this guy? Moreover, Brother Zhao should not be old enough either!

However, it is understandable. Isn't it normal to be unable to control a husband who is handsome and has abdominal muscles and wants to be filled with so much sauce?

He almost had his gun go off just now.

Should be considerate.

Fang Zichen licked his mouth and turned back to the bed.

"You are not well, don't talk. If I say you are not well yet, you are not yet well. I will not move you. Today I will open your eyes and unlock a new posture."

Brother Zhao looked at him as if he wanted to look in. His heart was pounding in his eyes, and his lips were inexplicably dry: "What is it?"

Fang Zichen didn't say anything, but just took off his pants and leaned down.

Brother Zhao's whole body trembled like an electric shock, his hands couldn't help but grasp the quilt, his eyes widened, he couldn't believe it.

"Husband, husband, you, why are you..."

The feeling was too strong. He wanted to push Fang Zichen's head, but his hands were weak and weak. He seemed to have lost all feeling, and his brain was blank, but It's like fireworks are setting off inside, so colorful that it makes people almost dizzy.

Brother Zhao bit the back of his hand and screamed muffledly, his body shaking like chaff. Fang Zichen kissed up along his navel, and finally pressed against his ear to tell him to keep it down.

Brother Zhao was about to cry: "Well, it's not all your fault."

Fang Zichen didn't say anything, just laughed softly, looked at him, with a trace of amusement hidden in his eyes, and buried his head again.

The moan/moan was once again hidden between the entangled lips and teeth.

Brother Zhao was carried away by desire, his whole body was hot and red, and he couldn't use any strength.

Finally, the fireworks burned out. Brother Zhao's face was dripping with sweat, and he was confused. Looking at his messy lower body, he seemed to know the world all over again.

He was 'eaten' by Fang Zichen.

Almost as soon as this idea came to his mind, his face was on fire. How could he stand this after more than ten years of practice?

He pulled the quilt over his head, and there was a sound coming from outside. He held his breath and listened carefully -

"Rourou," the sound of chewing something came: "Rourou, my dear, I want to eat Western Rourou..." ····"

Brother Zhao: "······"

Brother Zhao was speechless.

Fang Zichen took a cold shower in the yard, rinsed his mouth again, and then ran back to his room.

Seeing Brother Zhao wrapped in the quilt, motionless like a cicada, pretending to be dead, I couldn't help but go over to tease him.

The two argued again for half the night.

When he got up the next day, Brother Zhao suddenly gave him twenty coins and asked him to buy some delicious food.

Fang Zichen felt uncomfortable holding the money, and he kept wondering what Brother Zhao meant.

Why did you give him money for being so good? Is it because he performed well yesterday?

But it shouldn't be! Brother Zhao said it, it was a bit satisfying, but it also hurt. Because Fang Zichen was not proficient in the business, Brother Zhao's little brother became bald.

If it's 'prostitution', how can he be regarded as a high-class duck, but he was only given 20 yuan, who would be eliminated? ?

The family's business is back on track, and everything about Guaizi is in good condition except for his legs.

First, the thugs in the gambling den helped. Fang Zichen asked Lin Xiaoxia to take fifty taels and let them share it. At that time, he was only thinking about cleaning up the Sun family, so he didn't think much about it. Now that he calmed down, he said, "I have fifty taels of silver." It's not that I feel distressed, it's fake.

I used to be generous in the past, but when I get angry, I won't change my ways again.

That day, Fang Zichen bought several kilograms of chicken feet and some duck wings and duck necks.

I bought this at the Duck Shop, they specialize in killing ducks for some inns and restaurants.

Killing ducks is a technical job. Fang Zichen has done it before, so he understands it. If the waiters in other inns don't have this skill, a duck can be done for two hours. Some inns are small and don't have many waiters, so some jobs are outsourced. The rich people in the town didn't like to eat duck feet and chicken feet because they thought they were pickled. For example, when Brother Zhao sold braised duck intestines, the customers didn't buy much. Later, he saw that Jiaojiao ate deliciously, so he tried to buy it. .

The duck neck must be processed first, peeled off, and together with the duck feet, use Sichuan peppercorns and homemade cooking wine to remove the fishy smell, then soak it in cold water for three hours, and then rinse it, because the duck has a bit of fishy smell and needs to be drained of blood.

While Brother Zhao was busy, Fang Zichen was at the side, braised the duck neck and duck feet. You can eat it directly after a while, but soak it for an hour longer to get more flavor.

The chicken feet are made from chicken feet with pickled peppers. They are crispy, spicy, appetizing and sour. In the afternoon, Brother Zhao picked up a duck neck and tried it. He only wanted to take a bite or two, but unexpectedly this duck The more you eat it, the more delicious it becomes, and the more you eat it, the more addictive it becomes. At first, the ingredients for the marinade were simple because some ingredients could not be bought in the town. Fang Zichen bought some ingredients in Yuanzhou and improved them, adding pepper. Thirteen Fragrant, as well as galangal, bay leaves, cloves, schisandra chinensis, small pepper fruit, green peppercorns, cangpu roots, several more ingredients, a bowl-sized marinade package, you can taste the roast duck first, and use it while marinating There were few ingredients, and Brother Zhao was always worried that others would buy too much, so he had to learn the taste by tasting it. Fang Zichen comforted him and said it was impossible, because some ingredients were only sold in medical clinics. Who would ordinary people think of it? But the chefs in some inns and taverns are very good. Brother Zhao heard someone say that if they take a bite, they can make the same thing. Some people followed the trend and made roast duck, but it was not as good as the one made at home. , now that almost ten kinds of ingredients have been added, Brother Zhao can really feel relieved.

The duck neck braised in this way tastes numb, spicy, fresh and fragrant, the chicken feet are sour and spicy, and the skin is tough and the meat is fragrant. It is extremely delicious.

When Fang Zichen came back from the wind with his son on his back, he saw his two brothers sitting under the eaves, each holding an arm-long duck neck and chewing on it. There was a dog next to him.

Seeing him, Brother Zhao stood up, his eyes shining.

"Husband, these duck necks and duck feet are so delicious. Can we sell them in our store?"

"Is there anything we can't do?" Fang Zichen saw him hand the duck neck to his mouth, so he opened his mouth and took a bite, and the tip of his tongue almost instantly It's numb and tastes good. It's similar to what his second brother bought him on Daxue Road. He said: "But these I bought today are not for sale. You can pack some for me and I will give them away." "

Brother Zhao said 'hmm', and the good boy stuck his head out from Fang Zichen's back and opened his mouth towards him, like a bird waiting to be fed. But after a long time of 'ah', Brother Zhao didn't hand over the duck neck."

The child couldn't eat spicy food yet, so Brother Zhao pretended not to notice and turned around and entered the kitchen.

The good boy burst into tears.

"Oh~ Simo is like this!" He wiped his tears: "Daddy is such a big bird, he doesn't want to share the good things together."

Fang Zichen put him down and held him in his arms, speaking for Brother Zhao: "Then last time you Didn't you share the food with your father when you hid in the room?"

Guaizi's eyes wandered, he pointed at his fingers, lowered his head and whispered: "Guaizi also wants to share it with daddy, but he doesn't have that much. Nose!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen's eyes widened and his voice became louder unconsciously: "What did you just say?"

The boy chuckled: "You lied to me, boy? ~Father was fooled~Father is stupid~"

This stinky boy.

Fang Zichen screamed, lifted up his clothes and bit his belly. The good boy twisted his little body, pushed his face with both hands, and kept trying to hide.

"The big monster is going to bite the kid~ Brother, please help, help~"

Xiaofeng ate the duck neck, as if watching a show, smiling.

The days were long now and it was getting a bit hot. It was hard to keep food overnight, and it was not too late. Brother Zhao wrapped the things, put them in a basket, and asked Fang Zichen to deliver them to others.

Last time, I borrowed someone from the boss of the gambling den, and he gave the thugs money to express his gratitude. The boss of the gambling den can't help but feel embarrassed. Fang Zichen doesn't know much about human nature, but Brother Zhao said it and gave it to him last time. Ten taels of silver, if you want to buy something, come and say thank you. People are making a lot of money every day when doing business. What can I buy with ten taels of silver?

Fang Zichen thought that this man liked to drink and was greedy, so he wanted to prepare some snacks for him.

Anyway, these duck necks and duck feet are not expensive. They only cost tens of pennies for a dozen kilograms, so they are cheap!

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I saw a little kid asking why a chicken has four legs. I included the base of the wings. (＾▽＾)Chapter 222:

After saving a lot of money, Fang Zichen was happy and hummed all the way into the casino.

The boss of the casino was happy to see him coming. He put his arms around Fang Zichen's shoulders without warning, as if he were his own brother: "I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. What kind of wind brings you here today?"

Fang Zichen tilted his head. He glanced at him and walked towards the second floor with him: "Tornado."

The boss of the casino laughed when he heard the words, and suddenly took a sniff: "What does it smell like?"

The first floor was full of gambling tables, all of them were gangsters, and some people were inside. I haven't been back for a few days. I smell sour and sweaty. I haven't brushed my teeth. I yelled that I was young. I was so excited that I was salivating. The first floor was full of smoke. As soon as I left, the spicy smell of duck neck wafted out. .

Fang Zichen smiled, but his tone was still calm: "Is it a bit meaty and spicy?"

The boss of the casino nodded fiercely: "Yes, yes."

The smell was not very strong, but it was very attractive. He looked at Fang Zichen Looking at the basket he held in his hand, the top vegetables were covered with leaves, so nothing could be seen.

"My husband stir-fried meat this morning and added hot sauce," Fang Zichen laughed, but he gave the impression of being inexplicably serious: "I ate too much, and my farts smell like this, doesn't it smell good?" "

... "..." The boss of the casino saw that he didn't seem to be joking. Thinking about how he had been sniffing just now, his stomach turned upside down.

He covered his mouth and rushed to the second floor, and then heard Fang Zichen laughing loudly.

Fell into a trap.

Who can fart so well? !

He punched Fang Zichen angrily, but it didn't hurt. Fang Zichen handed him the basket.

"What?"

"My husband made some snacks, you can try them." Fang Zichen sat down at the table. Once the door was closed, the noise on the first floor was isolated: "Thank you for last time."

"You're welcome. , We are all brothers, it doesn't matter if we borrow a few people. "The duck neck and duck feet are wrapped in oil paper, but the chicken feet are put in a big bowl with soup. They are all things he doesn't usually eat. This thing had little meat, and he couldn't get a bite out of it after chewing it for a long time. Normally, he wouldn't even look at it, but now he could smell it and he couldn't wait. He was impressed by the braised duck intestines and roast duck made by Brother Zhao. Xin, I usually buy a lot of it, but when I heard it, I felt that this thing must be delicious. The boss of the casino, Xin was as big as the size, and he was not particular about it. He rubbed his hands on his clothes twice and picked up a piece of duck neck. Just start chewing.

The more he ate, the more addicted he became, and he ignored Fang Zichen's words.

"Don't worry about anything until I finish eating." He chewed, swallowed all the bones, and praised: "Your husband's craftsmanship is very good, and he can make this thing so delicious. It's really delicious. I'll That's good."

Fang Zichen puffed out his chest, as if he was proud of it: "That's the kitchen that my husband goes to." He gave a thumbs up.

The boss of the casino knows this guy's urinary nature, that is, he is a lustful person. But to say that lustful things make him crazy, he doesn't care about other beauties. When people wink at him or throw their wallets, he backhanded him. Can throw a mallet directly at someone.

After coming out of the casino, Fang Zichen went to Zuixiao Tower for a walk, chatted with shopkeeper Yang and Yang Mingyi for a few words, and then rushed home.

The boss of the gambling den told him that Sun Shangcheng had been beheaded. What happened last month, I heard that the other end of the knife rolled directly off the stage. Sun Zongze and Mrs. Sun were sentenced for covering up and conspiracy. Six years of hard labor, and He Huihui's three years. Last month, he was taken to the place of service by the official.

Not to mention what will happen to Sun Zongze and Mrs. Sun in the future, He Huihui is completely ruined. She stole someone and was divorced. This thing is not pleasant to hear. It is even more difficult to marry again. If Fang Zichen hadn't exposed this matter of stealing someone, Just getting married, looking at her appearance, and there are no children around, so getting married is not a difficult task. There are many men in the surrounding villages who have not married yet, but now that there is news of stealing, who dares Marry?

If she married into a town like the Wu family, she would not have to worry about food and drink, and would not have to do anything. She could not bear to be lonely and steal someone. If she married into a village, she would have to do laundry, cook, and serve the man and the fields. The sky is about to run away.

Who would dare to marry like this? If you get married, you may have to be a cuckold too.

People are still in jail now. Who are they in jail? Those are all criminals who commit all kinds of crimes, and no one dares to want such a girl.

When Fang Zichen and his children moved back to the village from the medical clinic, He Tiezhu still wanted to come to him and ask for a favor, asking him to talk to the county master and ask them to pay the money if he didn't go to serve.

The men in his village were ignorant and thought it was just like doing corvee labor. If they didn't want to go, they could just give them money.

The labor was so hard that even a man couldn't bear it, let alone a girl. The

He family was doing well in the village, and they could barely scrape together twenty taels for all their belongings.

He wanted to plead with the Fang family, but his daughter-in-law stopped him.

Most people think about themselves, and when they are doing well, they will think about helping others. If they eat the last meal but not the next, they will not be able to achieve the four words of "generous and selfless" without the heart of a Bodhisattva.

The daughter-in-law cried: "Dad, if you go to Fang's house today, I will take the two children back to my mother tomorrow."

"Look what you said." He Tiezhu said with a green face: "That's your sister. "

What kind of girl does she consider me? Before we divorced, she looked down upon me as if she were a noble lady. After being divorced, she still stayed in the house as a girl and asked me to take care of her. I am her sister-in-law." Ah, she's not her maid. Has she ever respected me? She was born by you and you love her. It's not my turn. I don't care what you want. But the money in the family is earned by me, and that's my money. Now you want to spend all your money to help her. Have you discussed it with me? All the money in the family has been used. Have you thought about how the family will live in the future? My two children are not young anymore. Do you care about them? Have you ever considered it? She has done this kind of thing every time, and her family has lost face. Now when I walk out, everyone is pointing at me. I wish she didn't come back, but you still He wants to help her, but I don't agree." The daughter-in-law muttered, saying that if he wanted a daughter, he wouldn't have a daughter-in-law, and if he wanted a daughter-in-law, he wouldn't have a daughter.

Aunt He couldn't bear to listen and rushed up to her, grabbing her hair and scolding her.

The incident became such a big deal that the village chief came over.

As the head of a village, he has to take care of all the big and small things in the village. For example, when Fang Zichen had troubles with Ma Jia and Liu Laizi, he had to intervene to calm them down.

In his opinion, fighting is wrong no matter what. If there is a conflict between people in the same village, they should sit down and talk about it instead of taking action directly.

Wang Damei went with him. When the He family made a fuss, they ignored it and roared loudly. Wang Damei asked the woman next door and found out the whole story, so she couldn't help but sneer.

Aunt He looked down on Wang Damei when she was not married. Now, dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and mice's sons can dig holes. He Huihui and Aunt He are exactly the same.

It's understandable that the He family's daughter-in-law doesn't want to lose her family's wealth to protect such a person.

The village chief persuaded him to stop the fight and scolded He Tiezhu, saying that his daughter had done this to his son, how could he have the nerve to go to the Fang family to plead for mercy? Even if this love can be obtained, what is the point of being a county boss? The case has already been decided, so what's the use of asking now?

If you want to bribe, it should be like eating, you have to do it while it's hot. Moreover, the county magistrate may not value more than twenty taels of silver, not to mention that the county magistrate is an upright person.

Fang Zichen didn't know about these things, but Aunt Liu told Brother Zhao.

April has passed and May has come. The weather is getting hotter and hotter. The roll noodles are out of stock and the sales are not as good as before, but it is not a big deal. The chili sauce has been made again, and the roast duck business is still good. Now duck is added. The store's business is booming with snacks such as chicken feet. Due to the large quantity, Brother Zhao directly signed a two-month contract with the duck shop. The retail price of duck feet is five cents per catty, which is given to Brother Zhao. It was four cents, and the same was true for the duck neck and chicken feet, both of which were one cent less than the market price.

The people in the duck shop felt that they had made a profit. After all, people didn't often buy this stuff. Usually, if they didn't win, they would feed it to the pigs. But now there's an enemy coming to the door, so don't try too hard to trick them.

It wasn't until a few days later that I heard that a shop on West Street had launched a snack. It was very popular and delicious. Every day, the queue stretched from West Street to the end of West Street. The owner of the Duck Shop heard so many people talking about it that he couldn't help but be curious. , I sent my guy to buy some and come back to try it. The guy went there for a long time and said that he was at the back of the queue and everything was sold out, leaving only a little bit. He opened the parchment paper and took a look, my dear, isn't this the same store as theirs? They are selling duck necks!

He paid four cents per catty, but the two duck necks cost less than forty cents each.

The taste is really delicious, and the price is really expensive.

The waiter waited for him to finish eating and then approached him: "Boss, do you know who is the owner of this duck neck?"

"How do I know that?"

The waiter said, "It's the one that sells roast duck and chili sauce. You know, that shop is actually owned by Mr. Fang Xiucai."

"What?" The owner of Yaxing stood up and said, "You are talking about Mr. Zhao who came to our store last time."

"That's him. "The waiter said: "I just bought the duck neck and saw him."

The boss of the duck shop slapped his thigh: "What a loss!"

Before the duck neck and duck feet were put out in the store, Brother Zhao went to Yaxing to sign the deed, and Brother Zhou went with him. He also persuaded him on the way, saying that he had never sold it before, and he didn't know what to do. Would it be too inconsiderate to do so directly?

Brother Zhou thinks that he should sell it for two days first. If the sales are good, then he signs the contract. The contract says that the duck shop will provide Brother Zhao with thirty kilograms of duck necks, twenty kilograms of duck feet, and twenty kilograms of duck feet every day. Chicken feet, duck necks cost four cents per catty, duck feet and chicken feet cost three cents per catty. If they are not easy to sell, with so much, you will lose money.

Brother Zhao is not worried, he has confidence in the duck neck and duck feet. Before the braised ingredients were not gathered together, everyone liked the braised intestines. Now that the braised ingredients are gathered, the braised sausages are more fragrant and everyone likes them more. , if it was his first time, he probably wouldn't have the confidence, but after doing business for more than half a year, he had confidence in himself.

If you don't sign it now, then when the business is open and you come to the door, the people from Yaxing will definitely raise the price.

Things are rare and expensive, and there is only one duck shop in the town. When the time comes for people to raise money, he still has to compromise.

Brother Zhao was indeed right. The owner of the duck shop regretted it now and hated himself for signing the contract too early. If he knew that duck necks and duck feet were so easy to sell, he should not have called such a low price in the first place. Nowadays, people buy it from him for four cents a pound, cook it at home, and then sell it in the store for ten times the price.

What a loss, what a real loss.

The waiter rolled his eyes, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Boss, I heard that he sells duck necks by the catty, and he wants this amount." He raised five fingers: "We did lose money on the sale. He eats meat, so we also You have to drink some soup, you can't let just one person from the Fang family earn it!"

Chapter 223

The boss of the duck shop sat up straight, with a faint expectation in his eyes: "Then what do you want to do?"

"The price will increase." The clerk said without thinking.

The boss of Duck Shop: "..."

You shouldn't expect blindly.

If this kid had a smarter mind, he wouldn't be able to kill ducks with him for two years and only be qualified to wash the duck intestines.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" The boss of Yaxing slapped him on the head.

The deed was written clearly in black and white. If he changed the price for no reason, he would have to pay money.

More than thirty taels! Moreover, although he was just a brother, he was a scholarly husband. Fang Xiucai had some friendship with the local boss, and even if he had ten of his courage, he would not dare to provoke him.

Nowadays, I am still making money, but when I think about people making more, I feel somewhat unbalanced.

He sighed, not wanting to mention it anymore.

Things like duck necks and duck feet can be eaten with wine or food, or as snacks. Many husbands and ladies like to buy some and take them home to eat, and the store is often too busy.

Brother Zhao was also very busy at home, making roast duck and duck neck. It took almost two hours to stew these things. The stove was not enough, so Brother Zhao invited craftsmen to build them again in the yard. One, the stove is burning all day long, and when it is ready, Lin Xiaoxia comes to pick it up and sell it in the store.

Fang Zichen couldn't do anything well, so Brother Zhao asked him to look at the fire at noon. He went to wash his clothes, but just halfway through the washing, Liu Dali came to him panting and called him, saying that his house was on fire.

Brother Zhao was stunned. He rushed home without even taking care of his clothes. From a distance, he saw black smoke billowing over his house. Only when he got home did he realize that it was not a fire at home, but in the yard. For convenience, he Fang Zichen pushed some dry firewood and put it next to the stove. Fang Zichen looked at the fire and fell asleep while watching it. Somehow, the fire burned into the firewood pusher and the firewood piled up. It ignited. Xiaofeng and Guaizi were still a few people away. A child was playing in the house, and when he saw something was wrong, he ran out to take a look. When he saw the fire, he muttered that the house was burned down.

The good boy remembered what Fang Zichen had told him, and rushed to the side like a ball. He pulled up his pants in a few times, held his penis and peed towards the fire.

"Father, don't be afraid. The good boy is here to save the firebird. Use the high-pressure water gun and spray it~"

Fang Zichen said: "..."

Fang Zichen felt that if he spit out a mouthful of water, it would be more effective than the urine his son smashed.

This fire should really burn his penis, it would only add to the chaos.

Fang Zichen hugged him away, and Xiaofeng carried several buckets of water out of the kitchen before putting out the fire.

The yard was a bit messy, and Fang Zichen was all embarrassed, feeling embarrassed to be seen by Brother Zhao.

But you can't blame him! On such a day, he was really sleepy at noon and could not sit still. Duke Zhou kept calling him to play chess. It was hard to refuse his hospitality. What could he do?

Brother Zhao didn't dare to count on him anymore, so he had to spend money to hire a small worker.

She is a little girl in the village. She is thirteen years old. She has many brothers and sisters in her family. Her life is very tight. Her work is not too heavy. She just washes duck necks, duck feet and chicken feet. People who are good at ducks kill these things when they kill ducks. It was cut directly and not processed at all. There was a layer of yellow skin on the outside, which had to be boiled with hot water to peel it off.

To make soaked chicken feet, you have to remove the nails and cut them in half. It weighs more than 20 pounds, which is enough to keep you busy for a while.

After hiring someone, Fang Zichen was liberated. He didn't have to go to work or read books. He took his boy out in the wild every day, either going up the mountain to catch pheasants or going down the river to catch fish and crabs. Frogs began to sing in the fields. When the sound came, Fang Zichen stopped catching pheasants and crabs, and went to catch frogs instead.

The good boy was standing at the edge of the field, with two little knots on his head that were soaring into the sky. That was it, not much higher than the crops in the field. His little eyebrows were furrowed.

Fang Zichen was catching frogs in the fields with his trousers rolled up.

The good boy called him: "Father, come up quickly, come up quickly."

"What are you doing? Do you want to pee? He can just take off his pants and pee in the field." Fang Zichen said.

The good boy is very serious: "Dear boy, don't you want to pee? Father, don't you think that the frog Chongchong protects crops and is a good friend of mankind? You want to catch it because of Simo? This is wrong! Good boy wants to Criticize you, come up quickly."

Fang Zichen refused to go up and said perfunctorily: "It's true that frogs eat pests, but you have to be careful about everything, especially if you have too much." He threw a few frogs and crickets into the green crop field next to him. Jumping straight away, there was a lot of movement. He shook his head: "Have you seen it? There are so many frogs. If I don't eat some, they will overrun and poop in the field. Once there are too many, the crop field will stink." Dead."

Guaizi wondered: "Is that true?"

There happened to be a small field of crops nearby that had yellow leaves due to too much water and lack of oxygen in the soil. Fang Zichen pointed out: "Why are you lying? Look at that small field of crops. It was so smoked that it was withering."

The good boy took a look and saw that it was indeed the case. Brother Zhao took him to work in the fields before, and he also saw some crops with yellow leaves. He also asked Brother Zhao what was going on. My brother said that he didn't understand either. Now, the answer is finally revealed. It turns out that he was stink.

The good boy immediately changed his words: "Father, hurry up and catch us. We have to protect the crops."

Fang Zichen taught him: "Don't catch too many. Protecting wild animals is everyone's responsibility."

"The enemy." said the good boy, raising his eyebrows. He held up four fingers and said: "We can only catch four birds. We can't catch too many. We have to protect the animals."

Frogs are not easy to catch. I caught a few in one afternoon. This thing looks like a frog, slippery. It's a bit scary. Brother Zhao has never eaten it, and people in the village don't eat it. He doesn't even know how to cook it.

In modern times, frogs are nationally protected animals, and it is illegal to catch wild frogs. Most of the frog meat cooked in hotels is artificially bred. If it were modern times, Fang Zichen knew the law and abided by the law, and he would never dare to catch it, let alone bring it with him. My son will go, but Daxia is different. Frogs here are almost overrun.

Fang Zichen had eaten this thing in a restaurant and taught Brother Zhao how to make it. He made the soup and the meat was fresh and tender. It was so delicious. The boy liked it so much that he wanted to go there the next day. Fang Zichen didn't dare to make it. , although he had changed the place and it was okay to catch him, but his thinking was deeply ingrained, he still felt that he should not do this, so he coaxed him and took him up the mountain to find rabbits.

In mid-May, the weather was already very hot, and even just working in the house felt stuffy. However, the fields were still busy at noon. Everyone was busy weeding, catching insects, and sweating under the scorching sun. As a result, all year round, there were My stomach is not full.

Fang Zichen looked sad. There were several families in the village with many children, little land, and strict taxes. The village chief asked him, who did he want to give the twenty acres of land tax to?

Fang Zichen didn't have any land as large as a bowl, so he asked the village chief to make the decision to distribute it to several poorer households in the village and register the land in his name.

Usually, whoever's name the land deed is registered in belongs to that person. As long as it's another person, everyone would never dare to change it. However, everyone still trusts Fang Zichen. If nothing else, he is a scholar and will not covet what they have. field.

According to the custom, those who accepted his favor and property from the land had to hand over two floors to him. However, looking at these families, they were so poor that they lived in shabby thatched huts. When they pressed their fingerprints, their hands were so rough. You can't look at it. Fang Zichen has lived in the village for a long time and has a good impression of these families, because one time in winter, he and Brother Zhao went up the mountain to dig winter bamboo shoots, and two children with unkempt hair and bare arms came out from the side. Fang Zichen was startled, thinking he had seen a savage. Brother Zhao explained it to him, and then he realized it.

In the dead of winter, it looks quite pitiful.

Fang Zichen was not short of that kind of food. In a few months, he would be moving to Yuanzhou, and then going to Beijing. He couldn't let people go back and forth for such a small amount of food, so he said no.

Those families didn't know what to do, and finally kowtowed to Fang Zichen.

The village chief said: "Although these families are poor, they are all real people, not those who want to take advantage of small things. If you don't kneel down to them, they will feel sorry for themselves."

Fang Zichen couldn't hide away, so after hearing this, he had to He felt that his life was shortened by having them kowtow and being knelt down all his life.

The firewood at home was bought from Tonghexi, but the pine needles that started the fire had to be picked up in the mountains by myself.

Brother Zhao was too busy. Seeing that the pine leaves he had picked up at home had been used up, he asked Fang Zichen to take the two children. Brother Zhao would not be at ease if it was just Fang Zichen and Guaizi, but with Xiaofeng here, Brother Zhao I am not afraid that these two people will pick up pine leaves and throw them into the river.

Pine leaves are easy to pick. Guaizi and Brother Zhao have come here several times to pick them up. With experience, they can pick them up easily. After a while, the two baskets were full. Xiaofeng picked up two more bundles of pine branches. It was difficult to pick up this way, so he made another trip. Fang Zichen was not happy again.

Lazy people have many ways, so Xiaofeng saw him chop down two big branches, pull some grass and vines, tie two bundles of firewood to his head, carry a basket on his back, and let Xiaofeng carry a smaller one.

"You two sit up and hold on tight."

Xiao Feng and Guai Zai obediently followed the instructions. The two sat on the big branch, holding on to the small branch next to them. Fang Zichen dragged the big branch and ran.

Xiaofeng and Guaizi cried out "ah" and almost fell back. They were going downhill at a very fast speed, and the wind was whistling in their ears, just like riding a roller coaster.

The two children's hearts were beating wildly.

The branches dragged on the ground, and even though he was carrying a basket full of pine leaves, Fang Zichen's figure was still light. Wherever he passed, it was like thousands of horses galloping and dust flying.

Brother Zhao heard the children's laughter from a distance. He put down the lid of the pot and came out to take a look. He couldn't help but have black lines all over his head.

Xiaofeng and Guaizi were covered in dust, as if they had rolled in the mud. Now they turned into minions, with eyes and white teeth.

Brother Zhao was speechless for a moment. This man really had all kinds of ideas coming up, and he was not afraid that the child would lose his grip and fall off the branch.

It was just like riding a sleigh. The boy liked it so much that he wanted to beg Fang Zichen to play again, but Brother Zhao grabbed him by the collar and slipped into the kitchen.

Duck necks and duck feet sell very well. Even dozens of kilograms a day are not enough to sell. They are often sold out at around three o'clock in the afternoon. Some people want to buy some to take home for dinner at night, but they don't buy any. The customers are nagging The nagging was so bad that Brother Zhou felt sorry for it, so he ran to Fang's house after work in the evening to discuss with Brother Zhao whether he should do more.

Brother Zhao shook his head: "It's easy to sell now, because everyone is just trying to find something new. When this energy is over, everyone will calm down."

There is no food that you won't get tired of, no matter how delicious it is, and it's ducky. Braised dishes such as neck duck feet are not easy to sell in summer.

Brother Zhou thought about it for a moment and realized that this was indeed the case, so he stopped trying to persuade him. After all, he didn't think far enough.

On July 15th, the yamen will issue monthly regulations again.

The author has something to say:

There are bad behaviors in the article, please do not imitate them.

Never catch a frog!

Chapter 224

Fang Zichen got up early that day before dawn. As soon as the yamen opened, the officers and soldiers saw Fang Zichen gnawing on the buns leaning on the lion at the door. They were speechless for a while.

This was also the case on the 15th day of last month. This person was very active in collecting monthly orders. He was the first one every time. He was already waiting outside the office before it opened.

I was even more speechless when I saw that there was a stick weighing in the basket on his back.

Fang Zichen received the money, the cloth, and weighed the meat. He smiled when he saw that there was nothing missing.

"I just feel at ease when your yamen handles things," he said.

After Lao Wang registered, he wanted to kick him after hearing this, but said angrily: "Don't worry, you still need to bring the scale."

"Hey, don't misunderstand me!" Fang Zichen said: "Last time I took the meat back, someone He asked me how many pounds I weighed, and I said three pounds. He said it looked a little less, and it didn't look like I weighed three pounds. After hearing this, I couldn't sleep when I got home. I felt that his words were simply slandering you, others. Why don't I say it, but Lao Wang, you are law-abiding, upright and selfless, and the most fair and honest person. I don't accept it when others say this about you. No, I brought a scale here today just because I saw it on the way back. I'm fine. Slap him in the face."

Lao Wang choked: "Then I should thank you?"

"You're welcome," Fang Zichen waved his hand. "We are all on our own,"

Lao Wang said. Fang Zichen took some food from his basket and gave it to him. The first two times he came to the Yamen to do business, Lao Wang gave him convenience. Although it was a small favor, Fang Zichen remembered it!

Seeing his smiling face, elegant features, handsome and cheerful appearance, Lao Wang couldn't do anything anymore.

At the end of July, the corn is ripe and very tender at this time. It is best to bring it back and cook it. Brother Zhao went to Liu's field and broke off a bunch and cooked it in a big pot. Although it is not as sweet as modern sweet corn, it is still delicious. of.

Many wild fruits are ripe on the mountains, and Fang Zichen often leads a large group of children to play in the mountains.

The wild peach tree grows tall. In the past, the children could not pick the peaches on the top of the tree. Now that Fang Zichen is here, he can pick them from the sky. There are wild raspberries on the mountain that are so sour that they will make you lose your teeth. Fang Zichen also picked them. Go back and mix it with white sugar. It is sour and sweet. The children like to eat it, but the favorite is Brother Zhao. He can eat half a basket at a time.

Throughout July, the obedient boys followed Fang Zichen all over the mountains and fields, trampling on the edges of other people's fields. Fang Zichen was like a monkey, climbing trees and going down rivers. He looked like a lazy man in the village. Xiaorong Village next door Scholar Wang is never like this. He stands and sits, and he is always polite. He looks different from everyone else. He is not like Fang Zichen. But after seeing him more often, everyone feels like him. He is talented, he is a scholar, he has no airs at all, he greets people politely whenever he meets them, and his behavior is very down-to-earth, and he does not look down on others at all.

Sometimes Fang Zichen felt too hot, so he would use the boy as a wooden board above his head to block the sun. The boy would always be sunburned until his face turned red, like a girl applying rouge. Xiaofeng was sensible and always stayed at home when the family was busy. I would help, and occasionally I would go out with him, but I only went there a few times. Later, I got seriously tanned, so I said no more.

Fang Zichen also laughed at him, saying that at such a young age, he was already pretty.

Guaizi and Fang Zichen have cold white skin and cannot get tan no matter how much they are exposed to the sun, and they are even more unscrupulous.

The weather was getting hotter day by day, and Fang Zichen didn't go out anymore. He took saltpeter out to make ice. He brought this stuff back from Yuanzhou during the hospital exam. No one in Fu'an town was selling stuff, which made him feel uncomfortable last year. It was so hot that I shed more than ten pounds of sweat. The ice making speed was fast, and a bucket of water froze in a short time.

There was still some white sugar at home. Fang Zichen put some water in the bamboo tube, added sugar and stirred it. When it dissolved and became sweet, he added a few raspberries.

After the homemade popsicles were ready, he called Brother Zhao to come in.

Brother Zhao was busy in the kitchen and was sweating. As soon as he entered the room, he noticed something was wrong.

"Why is it so cold? What are you eating?"

"Come quickly." Fang Zichen waved to him.

Brother Zhao saw what was in his hand and his eyes widened: "Is it ice?"

"Yeah! It's cool now. Do you want to eat it?"

"Yes." Brother Zhao rushed over and sat directly on Fang Zichen's lap. , Fang Zichen handed him the popsicle, and Brother Zhao took a bite. It was cold and refreshing, and the popsicle was still very sweet. The cold air rushed into his limbs in an instant, making him feel that the irritability and dryness that had just filled his body had been soothed.

He squinted his eyes comfortably, like a cat being stroked. Just when he was about to ask where it came from, he caught a glimpse of a bucket of ice next to him and barked again.

"Husband, did you buy it?"

Ice cubes are not cheap in summer. Such a bucket costs a lot of money, and no one is selling it in the town.

Fang Zichen said arrogantly: "I did it."

Seeing Brother Zhao turn around and his eyes widened, Fang Zichen's nostrils were turned upward, extremely proud.

"Can I still make ice by myself?" Brother Zhao got off his lap with the popsicle in hand, squatted down by the bucket, took a bite of the popsicle, and poked the stiff and cold ice in the bucket. He still felt magical.

"Husband, you are so awesome."

Fang Zichen coughed strategically. He was embarrassed by his undisguised eyes and waved his hands: "What the hell, this is pediatrics."

"No." Zhao Geer twisted. Mei retorted: "I haven't heard anyone say that ice can be made. Anyway, my husband is awesome."

It was cool in the room, and the two of them didn't mind the heat anymore. They sat next to each other. It seemed that popsicles would be better this way . Eat the same.

Guai Zai and Xiao Feng went to dig for earthworms. When they came back, Fang Zichen gave them each a popsicle.

On this hot day, the popsicles were delicious even if they were mixed with feces. The two children were very happy. They looked at the popsicles again and again. Since they had never eaten this stuff before, they were reluctant to bite them and just kept licking them. The popsicle melted quickly, so the good boy put his hand underneath to catch the falling water droplets, then sucked and licked them clean. He had just washed his hands, so Brother Zhao followed him.

After eating, the good boy didn't even want to throw away the stick, and came to Fang Zichen's side in a sticky state.

"Father, I love you so much, dear boy."

He had just eaten a popsicle, his mouth was cold and red, and Fang Zichen felt soothed by the kiss.

The good boy's voice was sweet: "The good boy loves his father, but does the father love the good boy?"

Fang Zichen touched his head, kissed him a few more times, and said with a smile: "Yes!"

The good boy blinked his big eyes. : "Father loves my good boy, can I buy some more popsicles for my good boy? My good boy loves my popsicles~"

Fang Zichen laughed: "I think you like to eat shit." Although he said that, Fang Zichen He went into the house and took two out, and handed the other one to Xiaofeng.

With the ice, it is finally cooler at night.

At the end of August, Brother Zhao gave Fang Zichen one hundred taels and asked him to go to Yuanzhou to look at the house.

He originally wanted to go with him, but his family's business really depends on people. Finding a house can't be found in a day or two. Sometimes you like it, but the price is not right. Sometimes, the price is right, but the house may not be suitable. , if you want to find a house you like, you may not be able to find it within a few days.

Roast duck and spicy sauce, duck neck and duck feet are the main products of the store. If you don't make them for a few days, you may suffer a lot of losses.

Fang Zichen was already quite familiar with Yuanzhou, so he didn't bother with the carriage. He borrowed a horse from the boss of the casino and drove all the way there.

Riding a galloping horse is more comfortable and more comfortable than riding in a carriage.

Li Yisheng was busy on weekdays, so Fang Zichen didn't have the nerve to bother others about this matter. He just left the horse at the hospital and asked his groom to help take care of it. But Li Yisheng couldn't rest assured, and Fang Zichen also brought him chili sauce and roast duck. This was a big deal. Become a brother yourself! Anyone who stutters will never forget him, he is always moved.

Although Fang Zichen had been to Yuanzhou twice, both times he came to take part in scientific examinations, and he didn't get to do much shopping. Li Yisheng was afraid that he would be tricked into going, and he was not the only doctor in the medical clinic, so Li Yisheng followed him. .

Fang Zichen looked at him: "Is this really okay with you? Do those two old men have any objections?"

Li Yisheng said indifferently: "What objections can you have? I am the young master, and I can't do whatever I want."

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

This really sounds like the tone of a capitalist.

Houses in Yuanzhou are tight and it's really hard to find them. I looked at several places in Yahang, but I didn't find much to my liking.

After running all day, the soles of my feet were covered in blisters. I couldn't accomplish anything and was still very tired.

Fang Zichen sighed.

Adult life is not easy except for being easy to be fat, easy to be poor, and easy to be bald.

As the capital of Yuanzhou, prosperity is certain, and Qinghe Academy and several famous universities are located here, so the housing supply is even more important.

Yuanzhou was originally just as big as Fu'an Town, but later it gradually changed and became the capital. Some of the original old residents had a long-term vision, so they purchased land early and built commercial buildings.

The so-called commercial houses are the small courtyards behind the trading houses. Some businessmen come from other places. It is inevitable for such people to bring their families with them. If you rent a shop and then rent a small courtyard from someone else, it will not be cost-effective and you will be unlucky. Well, the shops in the rented house are far away, which is even more troublesome, so commercial buildings came into being, which is also convenient for outsiders.

After searching for three days, Fang Zichen felt that the commercial house on Xiangling Street was what he wanted. The shop in the front was large, and the small courtyard in the back was also wide. There were four rooms, two on the left, two on the right, and the main room and kitchen in the center.

There was also a well in the yard. The steward of the dental shop walked with Fang Zichen for three days. Fang Zichen was tired, and he was even more tired. It was a hot day, and he was holding his stomach and sweating non-stop. Within three days, he felt The fat in his belly seemed to be burned away, and the cuffs of his trousers were a little loose.

Fang Zichen looked like an associate scholar. The manager thought that he came from out of town to study and it was difficult for him to live in the academy with his family. At first, they showed him some remote and quiet courtyards. Later, Fang Zichen said that his husband wanted to do business. , the manager took him to see the commercial buildings again. The other party was not satisfied with the several commercial buildings he saw before. Seeing his relaxed expression, he immediately said: "Master Fang, what do you think of this yard? The front of this yard The owner is from the north and opened a haggis shop. I heard that the people there are good at it, but we southerners find it too disgusting to eat. The owner only opened it for half a year and then went back. The tables and chairs in the shop , pots, pans, and bed cabinets in the room, they didn't take them away because they thought it was a long way to go, so they gave them to our store. Look, they are all new and sturdy. If you order them, There's no need to run anymore."

Chapter 225

These things were used not long ago, but within half a year, the man originally bought them, thinking that he would go back to pick up his wife, children, and children after settling in. However, the business was sluggish, and he went back dejected not long after the business started.

Some of the beds had not even been slept in. The manager of the tooth shop said that the man was a child at first, and his family was also in business. Later, after taking the exam for several years, he really couldn't pass the exam, so he came back to inherit the family business.

But it's a pity that this person has no business acumen. Haggis soup is very popular in the north, and people are used to it. But in the south, they are not used to it. Only a few people like it. He came directly without investigating in advance. In the end, I had to go back in despair.

Bed cabinets are considered second-hand, cheaper than first-hand ones, and they save you the hassle of traveling back and forth.

In the summer, Fang Zichen would never stand if he could sit down, and never sit if he could lie down.

The more you look at it, the more harmonious it becomes.

"This is not bad." He asked: "How do you calculate the price?"

The manager was happy and relaxed: "You can like it, Mr. Fang. We rent this shop for January 13 taels. If you don't want the furniture inside, If you don't like it, then I'll count you seventeen taels in total."

Li Yisheng nodded towards Fang Zichen.

He felt that the price was not too expensive. The shop was large and the yard at the back was spacious. It was more than enough to accommodate eight or nine people. It was also located in a prosperous area, so it was really not too expensive.

If you want to find something cheaper, there are some, but if you want to do business, you can't go to a corner alley.

But who is Fang Zichen? When I was the third young master of Fang, I didn't spend my money properly. I couldn't carry a big bag for more than a month, and I ate a few wild vegetables. I knew it was hard work, so I started to search for it. I couldn't wait to buy a meat bun. When it comes to bargaining, nowadays you don't get what you ask for.

"It's expensive." Li Yisheng saw him shaking his head: "If the steward gives you a sincere price, I will rent it."

The steward patted his thigh: "Oh, Mr. Fang, seventeen taels is your sincere price. I won't fool you."

Fang Zichen didn't believe it.

He knows that there is no treacherous businessman, and he knows that when doing business, the first price he calls is usually higher, and then the customer has to cut it five, six, seven or eight times before the deal is completed.

Then the guests will feel that they have made a profit, and in the end it will be hello, me, hello, everyone.

Fang Zichen was very familiar with this little trick.

"The price is not high, but" Fang Zichen said, seeing the manager nervous, "I see that the feng shui of this store is not very good! The first few tenants of this store didn't do business for a long time."

The steward was stunned for a moment and did not answer directly: "Master Fang, do you know how to read Feng Shui?"

"Of course." Fang Zichen nodded.

Li Yisheng: "..."

This person is probably going to start talking serious nonsense.

Fang Zichen led people to the door and pointed at the door: "It is better for a business to be large. The door of a store is like a way to absorb wealth. Therefore, the style of the door can make the store absorb more wealth, so that the wealth will not decline."

Steward He nodded, feeling that this made sense.

"Moreover, shops should pay attention to the openness in front of the house to accept the energy from all directions. The door faces the Nine Purple direction, and the Bing water is on the top of the Zhongliang. No matter how big or small it is, the Nine Purple water is open to all. Three Yang celebrates the great achievement. If it faces the Qi Chi and Dui Fang, there is a secret saying, If the water comes from Qishui, you will definitely get rich, but look at it, this gate is not facing Jiuzi, nor Qichidui, but rather the southwest, which is a bit important. "

The steward is half-understood . I don't understand, I was confused when I heard it. It's this kind of profound words that make people feel inexplicably believable. Fang Zichen's last words made him tense up: "Why does it matter?"

Fang Zichen sighed: "There is a way. Going straight to the door is not good for wealth. In terms of Feng Shui, it means that the money is in the way, and the money will naturally go away. Hey, forget it, I'll have to wait and see again, so as not to go bankrupt after half a year. "

Li Yisheng originally thought that Fang Zichen was talking nonsense, but he saw that the steward's face looked extremely wrong.

Li Yisheng came to Yuzhou not long ago, and he didn't pay much attention to commercial properties. He may not be clear about it, but he knows how to manage things!

The business here was pretty good the year before. But when the tenant's lease expired, he thought the shop was too small to do business, so he stopped renting it. The landlord came to see it in person and felt that it was indeed too small.

This house type is suitable for the past few decades, when there were not many people in Yuanzhou. Although the commercial houses were built larger in anticipation of future development, they were not much bigger. Nowadays, times have changed and Yuanzhou is overcrowded, so this shop seems small. It was a bun shop, but it was too big, and a snack bar couldn't hold a few tables. It seemed unsuitable, so the owner decided to rebuild it.

The newly built shop was bright and spacious, and many merchants were very satisfied with it. However, for some reason, business has not started since they moved in. Because the rent was also high, everyone had not yet reached the lease term, so they refused to rent it. .

The manager didn't think much about it before, it was just like this for those who thought about doing business. Ups and downs were normal. Now that Fang Zichen said it, it made more sense.

Moreover, I have been in contact with this person in the past few days, and the person in charge also knows that this person is from out of town, and he pretends to be unaware of what is going on in front of the shop. Even if you don't know anything, and you are very accurate, then these words are somewhat sensible.

But so what?

This shop has only been in operation for a few years, but it can't be postponed and rebuilt now. Besides, he just rents out the shop, and he has no control over whether the tenant's business is good or bad.

"Master Fang, if you're not satisfied, let's discuss it!" The manager rubbed his hands and said, "Everyone doing business depends on their ability. There's no problem with Feng Shui here. When my boss opened this shop, he asked a master to do it. I've seen it, no problem. If you think the price is not suitable, let's discuss it."

Fang Zichen looked embarrassed: "Have you really seen it with a master? But according to the book, this shop is really not suitable."

The steward held his waist: "What kind of book! Some books are written randomly to fool people. What the master said cannot be false."

"I would rather believe that it exists than that it doesn't exist!" Fang Zichen said.

"Hey, Mr. Fang, this shop is really nice. It's spacious and bright, and there are a lot of people outside. You can't find such a good shop anywhere else. If you're not satisfied, can I give you a lower price?"

Fang Zichen He said calmly: "How much is the reduction?"

The manager said: "Can you give me fourteen taels a month, okay?"

Fang Zichen shook his head and ran out of patience: "It's still too expensive, little brother, let's go!"

Seeing the real person As he was about to lift his legs and walk out, the steward hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Hey, hey, Master Fang, don't leave. Everything is easy to discuss!" He gritted his teeth: "Then you can give me ten taels a month, okay? This is the lowest price."

Fang Zichen immediately stopped walking.

"Sure! Then let's sign the deed quickly!"

The steward: "..."

Looking at Fang Zichen's smiling face, he always felt that he had been cheated.

The rural examination is held once every three years, and the next one happens to be next year. The rural examination is usually held in August, so it is also called "Autumn Wei".

The examination period is Zhengke in the years of Zi, Wu, Mao and You, and enke is the examination in celebrations. The examination period is also in August.

The examiners in each province are appointed by the emperor. The first person in the middle examination is called "Jie Yuan", the second person is called Ya Yuan, the third, fourth and fifth person are called Jing Kui, and the sixth person is called Ya Kui. Candidates who are selected for the mid-term examination are, in principle, qualified to elect officials.

All those who pass the entrance examination can participate in the joint examination held in the capital the following year.

A scholar can receive a monthly payment of two taels of silver, and the amount for a scholar is even more. Yayuan is five taels, Jingkui and above are four taels, and Jieyuan is six taels.

Fang Zichen went for Jieyuan.

And if he does well in the exam, Brother Zhao will still like him. Although Brother Zhao often likes him on weekdays, there is still a difference between the fragrance of admiration and the fragrance of love.

Now nineteen, he is no longer young. Fang Zichen plans to end his career in August next year. Enko is due to the succession of the new emperor. I heard that the one in the capital is only forty now and is still far from death. Enko doesn't need to think about it. , if you miss it next year, you will have to wait three more years. One month is six taels, and three years is two hundred and sixteen taels. There is nothing you can miss.

When Li Yisheng saw that he signed a one-year contract, he knew what his plan was.

Fang Zichen passed the government examination just a few months after leaving the hospital. Now that he has one year to go, he is even more confident.

But...

Li Yisheng arrived after coming out of the tooth shop: "You just knew that there was a problem with that shop, why did you pay back the rent?"

He originally thought that Fang Zichen was talking nonsense, but the manager looked wrong, and Li Yisheng knew that this shop was probably There was a problem, but Li Yisheng couldn't say much. He winked at Fang Zichen, but the man didn't notice it. He pulled his sleeve, and he shouted: "Why are you pulling on me!" Li Yisheng was speechless.

Fang Zichen folded the deed carefully and stuffed it into his purse: "That's what Feng Shui said before."

"Then you..."

"My fate is up to me." Fang Zichen looked at him: "Yes. You are a bastard if you don't take advantage."

Li Yisheng: "..."

Is this how you take advantage? Are you really short of those few taels?

"The shop has been rented, are you going back?" Li Yisheng asked reluctantly.

Fang Zichen thought for a while and shook his head: "Let's go in two days!"

Li Yisheng: "Is there anything else?" This man would go to the Three Treasures Hall if he had nothing to do. If he had nothing to do, he would have shouted to go home.

"I want to find an academy to study in." Fang Zichen was a little troubled: "The knowledge reserve is not enough. If I want to pass the exam in one fell swoop, to ensure my safety, I still have to find a tutor. Otherwise, I will have to study by myself for a year. Get on the back of the car."

This is quite arrogant.

Li Yisheng had a bad face: "What are you looking for? You are the first in the academy examination, Qinghe, Pingqing, Shangan. It's not up to you to choose and enter as you wish. But according to me, Qinghe Academy is better."

"Ah! Qinghe! Old man Wu also recommended it to me before, but I feel that the tuition of this academy is a bit expensive." Fang Zichen frowned: "And this academy has a great reputation. The more famous it is, the more unreliable it is."

Li Yisheng looked at it . Looking at him.

Fang Zichen said with a serious face: "Good academies are low-key, just like being a person, and the arrogant one is often just a show-off. For example, in the previous college exam, everyone boasted about Bai Huanan and Ji Zinzhou, saying this The two of them are very good at poetry, but you see, they are not defeated by me."

Li Yisheng nodded: "Yes."

"They don't know how to be low-key and reserved. The more they show off, the worse they will die." Fang Zichen continued. explain.

Li Yisheng agreed, gritting his teeth and said: "That's right, I saw them reciting poems and answering questions in the Bafang Building on the eve of the college entrance examination, and a group of people gathered around to praise them."

Fang Zichen was a little confused: "Then why are you angry? You look like My teeth are itching."

Li Yisheng was a little anxious and upset. He couldn't help but review the scene he encountered that day in his mind, and said dullly: "Uncle Xie was there at the time. He seemed to be interested in Bai Huanan and later made a date with her. We're at home."

"Huh?" Fang Zichen didn't know what to say. He just went to Li Yixing, and now he has Bai Huanan. It is said that handsome people have rough relationships, but it doesn't seem to be the case now.

Chapter 226

Fang Zichen patted Li Yisheng on the shoulder. Li Yisheng was a little depressed and said: "Uncle Li doesn't think very highly of me. He even looks down on me. In fact, I know that, but I just can't figure it out. "Take the test, I am not as good as Bai Huanan in any way."

Zichen had never seen Bai Huanan, so it was not easy to compare, so he could only comfort him: "It's okay, brother, there are some things you can't figure out now, don't worry, you won't be able to figure it out after a while." Get up."

Li Yisheng nodded: "I think so too. Although I can't take the scientific examination, I think I am handsome and charming. If I don't know what Bai Huanan has, I can't say a few words. Humph, what's the big deal? ."

The anger only lasted for a moment, and then confusion and low self-esteem followed.

He said this angrily, but compared with him, Bai Huanan insisted on comparing his level, and he felt ashamed.

Fang Zichen shared the same hatred and said, "Yes, what's so great about it, but..." He met Li Yisheng's gaze and asked, "Then can you do it?"

Li Yisheng: "..."

It hurts his heart.

...

Qinghe Academy is famous, not because of bragging, but because this academy really has some abilities. It cannot be compared with the Imperial Academy, but it is still much better than Shangan and Pingqing Academy. If it did not have that kind of ability, it would not have been able to do the government examinations and college examinations in previous years. They may always be at the top of the list.

Qinghe Academy is expensive, and the other two academies are not much cheaper.

Fang Zichen compared it and finally chose Qinghe Academy.

Previously, the store was full of people, and they went to fifty taels in one go. Now there were still fifty taels left. Fang Zichen bought some firewood, heated several pots of water in succession, and boiled all the pots, pans, dishes, and chopsticks in the store. This is a second-hand item! He didn't worry about using it unless he cooked it. Because he made a big mistake last time, he didn't think about going out to find someone this time. He made a living by himself. He rolled up his sleeves and wiped the wardrobe and bed clean, making them shiny and waiting for them to dry. , then locked the door and went out.

Add some more firewood, rice, oil and salt, and you can move in directly by the end of the month.

These things were sold on Xianghe Street. As soon as Fang Zichen came out of the shop, he said "Eh".

"Uncle Yang?"

Yang Mutao looked back and was a little surprised to see him.

"Boy Fang, why are you here?"

"I'm looking for a room!" Fang Zichen said.

When Yang Mutao heard this, he remembered that Fang Zichen had told him about this earlier. He looked back and saw that the shop door was closed and a new lock was hung on it.

"Have you rented it?"

"Yes!" Fang Zichen smiled and said happily: "Do you want to take a look? I will move into a new house at the end of the month, so I can come over for a meal when I have time!"

What kind of move into a new house is this?

When people move into a new house and are asked to come over for dinner, they usually want to give gifts.

Yang Mutao glared at him, trying to take advantage of him again, this damn boy.

After a brief walk around, Yang Mutao said: "This backyard is quite big, so the rent must be quite high!"

"How much money do you think I got?" Fang Zichen said.

Yang Mutao made an assessment: "According to the market price, it must be sixteen or seventy taels!"

"Wrong."

"How much is that?" Yang Mutao looked at him, if it was more than sixteen or seventy taels, this kid would probably be dead when he finished speaking. I would have just skipped over and said that I wanted to find a dental clinic. Now that I am smiling like this, I guess I am taking advantage of him.

He tested: "Fourteen taels?"

Fang Zichen put his hands on his waist, but still shook his head: "Wrong."

"Thirteen taels?"

"That's not right." "Thirteen taels?"

Fang Zichen nodded now: "Yes. Ah, I've made a lot of money." Yang Mutao frowned. With the monthly rent so low, there might be something wrong with this shop. It is impossible for a tooth shop to be a loss-making business. Yang Mutao turned around and walked around again, and finally said: "The house looks fine, but good goods are not cheap, and cheap goods are not good. This house cannot be a place where people died or is haunted." " That's nonsense." Fang Zichen glared at him: "How could it be haunted? I paid this price based on my strength. Besides, it's haunted. If I live in it, I'll kill both of them." Word. Looking at these words, this kid might even dare to live in a haunted house just to take advantage. Fang Zichen showed off for a while and asked about the business: "Uncle, why did you come from this state?" Any other person would have found it difficult for Yang Mutao to say it, but Fang Zichen witnessed the whole process that day and knew about it, so he didn't hide it. A few days ago, he was discussing business with his friend Yuanzhou. The second eldest son of the Yang family came to him and said that Zheng Xiaoling had given birth to a baby girl in Suping Town a few months ago and asked him to go and take a look. When she was angry at the beginning, no one thought that the child in her belly would be the Yang family's child. Now that more than half a year has passed, the anger has almost subsided. After calming down, they feel that although this is impossible, what if it happens? If he is really a member of the Yang family, he must not be allowed to stay in that kind of place. Wu Lao had a household registration in Yuanzhou. Zheng Xiaoling was taken back to Yuanzhou for interrogation. It was not a small crime to murder the master. Yang Guanjia was sentenced to exile. According to the law, Zheng Xiaoling should be sent to Bianzhou to serve as a corvee. However, she was pregnant at the time. The journey was long and bumpy, so the prefect sent her to Suping Town to repair official roads. The second eldest son of the Yang family was well-informed and learned that Zheng Xiaoling had given birth to a daughter, so he wrote to Yang Mutao and asked him to go and see. Yang Mutao had been cuckolded. Where would he go? Agree to run away. He came here in a friend's carriage before, but today Yang Laoer's carriage was not available. Yang Mutao went out to find a carriage on his own, and unexpectedly met Fang Zichen. It was lonely to go alone, so he said: "Fang boy, why don't you go with me!" "Ah?" Fang Zichen didn't want to go. He was still thinking about buying oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar today, and then buying it tomorrow. Going home! But Yang Mutao treated him well! It's rare to open your mouth now, so... just risk your life to accompany the gentleman! We caught a carriage at the city gate and wandered all the way. Suping Town is half a day's journey from Yuanzhou, closer than Fu'an Town, and can be reached at three o'clock in the afternoon. Fang Zichen was so shaken that he fell limply to the side as if his bones had been ripped out shortly after the carriage set off. Yang Mutao didn't expect that this person who usually did nothing would actually faint from the carriage. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have shouted. While driving, suddenly there was a sound of horse hooves coming from ahead, and the road surface seemed to be shaken. The driver hurriedly drove the carriage to the side of the road. Yang Mutao was about to ask what happened when he saw Fang Zichen jump up very quickly, lift the curtain and jump out of the carriage. "What's going on?" The groom seemed to be used to it: "Master, I have to give way. I'm afraid the two guests will have to wait." It's sultry in summer, especially in the carriage. Many vehicles on the official road are Stop and step aside, get off the car and look around. Fang Zichen also jumped down and was faced with a gust of hot wind and the smell of earth. Although the carriage was stuffy, it was at least shady and cool. It was like an oven outside. This section is a flat straight road, about 400 meters, with a turn at the end.

The surrounding mountains are covered with mountains and forests, and the top layers of the mountains are all dyed. The sun is hot and bright at noon, and the cicadas are chirping. The weeds on the roadside are almost withered by the sun. The hoofs of the horses have been ringing for a long time, and the gravel on the ground under their feet has been shaken, like boiling water. It was like a beating bubble in the air, and then there were soldiers coming on horseback from the front - shouting for people to get out of the way.

He is so arrogant, and his posture is so angry.

Fang Zichen folded a few leafy branches to cover his head, leaning on the carriage and listening to the discussions of the people around him.

"Which official is this?"

"I don't know."

The horse ran past.

This is different from the officers in the yamen. This soldier is wearing armor and an iron military cap. The dark red military uniform has a large character embroidered on the chest.

[Qin]

"This is the Qin family soldier!!!" Someone exclaimed: "Could it be the general who governs the country?"

"It should be."

"Qin family soldier, my God! Today's trip is well worth it!"

Normally, the rank of the general of Zhenguo is Congzheng, second rank, but this general of Zhenguo is different. He has added a big character, and the position is Congzheng, first rank. Not counting this, he is the only hereditary king with a different surname in Daxia.

The ground shook more and more violently, and the horses' hooves made noise.

There should be a lot of people on the other side, maybe a thousand people. If there were only a few hundred people, the formation wouldn't be so big.

It's almost time for an earthquake.

Fang Zichen had never seen such a scene before. Hearing the chatter of the people around him, he also became excited.

Ordinary official travel does not involve such a battle.

Most of the people who come and go like this are businessmen who travel all over the country, and these people are the most well-informed.

A man who looked like a wealthy businessman said: "The last time I went to Huannan, I heard that the general Zhenguo returned to Beijing to resume his duties. Now that I count the time, it is time to go back."

During the founding of Daxia, it was Xia The Qin family, the Zhou family, and the Zhou family jointly conquered it. The ancestors of the Qin family and the Zhou family were brothers from the same family. They did not like the disputes in the court, so they jointly supported the Xia family and took the throne. The Qin and Zhou families were granted the title of king.

Daxia is close to the Chao Kingdom in the south and the Western Zhou Dynasty in the north. The two countries are eyeing Daxia and coveting it.

In addition, there were many tribes in the east and west, so the emperor sent the Qin family to guard the southeast and the Zhou family to guard the northwest.

The three families work together to protect Daxia and its people.

With the change of dynasties, the Qin and Zhou families were not suppressed by the royal family, but they gradually withered.

Some people say that this is the decline of favor.

The Zhou family is in great decline. Most big families have three wives and four concubines and are full of descendants. However, the Zhou family and the Qin family are just the opposite. The men of the two families follow the teacher's instructions and are not allowed to take in three concubines. They only have one main wife for life. The Zhou family Many generations of the family have married husbands, and it is not easy for brothers to have children. Gradually, the only bloodline of a wealthy family died more than 20 years ago.

The Zhou family was completely wiped out.

A generation of aristocratic families has come to an end and withdrawn from history.

The situation of the Qin family is compared with that of the Zhou family. Although it has not been 'annihilated', it is not much better. It is only a little better than the Zhou family, and now it has reached the point of being unparalleled.

Mr. Qin has two sons. The eldest son is married to the elder brother of Zuoxiang's family. It can be described as a strong marriage. Meng Ruqing, the elder brother of Zuoxiang's family, is also said to be a great person. Rumor has it that this man is very good-looking. , with extraordinary appearance and unparalleled power in the world, she is known as a "beauty". I heard that when she was not married, the sons and daughters seeking to marry her could line up from the door of Zuo Xiang's Mansion to the door of the capital. But later I heard that somehow, I met the eldest son of the Qin family who returned to Beijing with his father to worship his ancestors. He was attracted by the eldest son of the Qin family. He chased and beat him fiercely. He climbed over the wall into the house in the middle of the night and read a "poetry" with his brother outside the door.

'I love you, you love me, you are my sweet honey. These words

were so disgusting and obscene that Meng Ruqing asked someone to pour the water he had just soaked his feet in out of the window.

Qin Hengxuan was devastated, but he did not lose heart. On the contrary, he became more and more courageous. Before the maid was about to call someone, he stuffed an envelope into the crack of the door.

Qin Hengxuan was just seventeen years old at that time, a rebellious and playful age. He read a lot and admired the one-eyed thief who robbed the rich and gave to the poor. He wore a black eyepatch over his right eye.

On the day the Qin family's army entered the city, it was huge and their formation was huge. Meng Ruqing could not see clearly from the window of the restaurant, but Qin Hengxuan caught his eye through the window of the carriage.

Chapter 227

Meng Ruqing told his mother about Qin Hengxuan climbing the wall in the middle of the night. There were only a few wealthy circles in Beijing, and Mrs. Zuo Xiang and Mrs. Qin were also old acquaintances, so he said it was okay. The sons of generals are always wilder. Unlike his family of literati, who are heavy on red tape, this person is not a bad person, you can get to know him, and if you think he is suitable, it will be a good marriage.

After Qin Hengxuan visited many times in the middle of the night, Meng Ruqing was helpless. Although there were patrolling guards in the house, Qin Hengxuan always found a way to avoid people coming in. Meng Ruqing was invited to go there on the Chinese Valentine's Day. When she saw Qin Hengxuan, she was surprised and felt cheated. .

"Are you blind? Why didn't you say that?"

Qin Hengxuan felt that this was wrong. A blind man cannot see both eyes, but he still has one eye after all! And...

"I said it!"

Meng Ruqing stared at his black eyepatch and looked at him with a confused expression: "When did you say it?"

Qin Hengxuan replied: "Here's the letter!"

Qin Hengxuan chased the person , that was Meng De. It had only been ten days. He had written ninety-nine letters, if not a hundred. Meng Ruqing had read every letter, but most of the letters were about border customs and interesting things. , the rest was mostly blowing and talking some cheesy words. As it was, Meng Ruqing still read back and forth word for word. He had an excellent memory. If Qin Hengxuan had written it, he would definitely not forget it.

"You didn't write anything, I didn't even see it."

"I said I fell in love with you at first sight." Qin Hengxuan said.

Meng Ruqing nodded without reacting. When he heard him say this in a deep and deep voice, his heart beat uncontrollably, and there were two red spots on his face, and he was a little shy.

Although Qin Hengxuan was wearing an eye patch, his grace remained unchanged and he was still handsome. When he saw that Meng Ruqing was just shy, he raised his hand and hit his head, feeling helpless: "Why are you so stupid? I have two eyes. If both eyes are good, I must have fallen in love with you with two eyes! I only have one eye left, so wouldn't I just fall in love with you with one eye?"

Meng Ruqing was speechless, unable to refute.

There is no shortage of young men from aristocratic families in the capital, and most of these young men are talented young men. Meng Ruqing was first exposed to Qin Hengxuan, who was so enthusiastic, bold and eclectic. Although he was admired and pursued by countless people, he was soon fascinated by Qin Hengxuan. .

After that, the two got married, and it has been fifteen years now, but for some unknown reason, they now have no children.

In the early years, there were rumors in the capital that Meng Ruqing was pregnant with Liujia when she returned to Beijing to visit relatives. She gave birth to a son on the way back to the south, but was accidentally lost by the wife of the Hou family who was traveling with her. As a result, Meng Ruqing fell seriously ill. After one incident, he even had a mental breakdown and had to rest behind closed doors for several years before recovering. The old general of the Qin family sent his deputy back to Beijing and directly beheaded the wife of the Hou family. But this rumor was not credible, and since it involved the privacy of several major families, the matter was quickly suppressed.

Everyone is paying close attention to the Qin family. If the Qin family had a son, in the early stages of Meng Ruqing's pregnancy, they would be eager to beat the gongs all over the sky, and the emperor would go to congratulate him in person. It would be publicized all over the world, and the Qin family is not Those who use power to deceive others. If the Marquis of the Hou family accidentally lost their child, the Qin family would not be like this. I am afraid there is something fishy in it. This matter was not spread again and everyone just listened to it as a story.

The youngest son of the Qin family is a broken sleeve, and it will be a matter of time before the Qin family will be extinct.

Except for the Huang family, the Qin family has a lot of troops and can be said to have all the power in the government. Even the emperor has to be polite.

In the past dynasties, the emperor would not dare to keep such a person, but the Qin family has the sword and honor given by the late emperor - it can kill the faint king, but it can protect the

emperor. How can the emperor dare to touch it?

Moreover, Daxia would be over without the Qin family.

Nowadays, the state of the DPRK does not dare to attack because it is afraid that Qin will be like the Western Zhou Dynasty. As soon as the Zhou family fell, they can't wait to attack. After all, the ability to promote newly appointed generals to lead troops in war is not good. Now after more than ten years of fighting For a long time, they were unable to completely drive people away from the border.

The emperor is having trouble sleeping and eating now, and he wishes he could give Old General Qin more than ten or twenty concubines, and a few more, but that won't work! Not to mention that it is hard to violate the ancestral precepts, Mrs. Qin and the Queen Mother are cousins ​​and sisters. They have a very good relationship. When she was unmarried in the capital, she was famous for her toughness. She had a whip and whipped everyone when she was unhappy. , if the emperor dared to issue an order, she was afraid that she would immediately be withdrawn all the way from the south.

The eldest son of the Qin family is obviously from a family of military generals, but he doesn't like to wield swords and guns. Just like his poems, he obviously has the temperament of a soldier, but he has a gentle and elegant attitude, and he has no ability to restrain a chicken. The Qin family's excellent blood quality has not been passed on to him at all, and he even faints at the sight of blood. In this case, he cannot inherit the 'family business'.

The Qin family is a top family, but it is not far from decline.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh as they spoke.

Fang Zichen heard it interestingly, and suddenly someone shouted excitedly: "Coming, coming..."

The cavalry on both sides of the official road opened the way, with swords at each waist, and the infantry in the middle held a flag, and the flag fluttered in the wind. There is only one word above.

[Qin]

There is another formation behind, all of them are holding spears.

The infantrymen held their heads high and their chests high, full of energy, with a majestic posture, and their steps were neat and sonorous. The horses had shiny black hair, their limbs were long and strong, their long manes were spread loosely, and their feet were equipped with iron hoofs.

The emperor's tour was probably limited to this battle.

This shows how powerful the Qin family is.

Fang Zichen looked back at the horse grazing behind him, and suddenly felt blind.

Just two words - shabby.

There is no comparison between a fat man and a muscular man.

The number of soldiers was exaggerated, and they passed by in a mighty manner. After a while, they saw the carriage guarding the center.

Fang Zichen felt sad again when he saw it.

The two carriages look like small houses, and they are both pulled by three red horses. They look extremely luxurious from the outside. The wheels are tall and wide. The shock-proof effect is probably very good. If I were riding in a carriage like this, , will you still faint?

That must be impossible.

There were seven or eight small carriages following behind, probably accompanied by maids and boys.

The passers-by looked at him with envy. They dared to whisper just now, but now they are so silent that they don't even dare to say a fart for fear of bumping into the noble person.

These soldiers, who went out to kill the enemy, were so evil that some people were too scared to even look at them, let alone stand by them.

Fang Zichen has green leaves on his head, is wearing a light-colored long dress, has a narrow waist and wide shoulders, and a tall and straight body, which is really eye-catching.

The cavalrymen looked intently, but they couldn't help but glance at him from the corner of their eyes.

As the carriage approached, the window of the second car was opened by a pair of jade hands. The person inside seemed to glance casually, and then his eyes fell on Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen held up his sleeves to cover his face, leaving only a pair of black onyx eyes exposed.

The man simply had a blue hairpin on his head, and he looked at him for a few seconds. The same dark eyes fell into Fang Zichen's, and no one wanted to look away first.

Fang Zichen's breath suffocated.

The scorching heat has lasted for several days, and the dirt road was chapped by the sun. The horses' hooves trampled over it, and the dust raised was too great. Fang Zichen saw his beautiful eyebrows slightly frowning, and a figure from behind came into view next to him, with black hair like a waterfall, and he didn't know what the difference was. He said something, but after a moment he lowered the car curtain.

Fang Zichen's body was frozen, his whole body was stunned, and the horse's hooves were still there, but in this almost deafening sound, he heard his own heartbeat like a machine gun firing, and his heart seemed to burst out of his chest.

It wasn't until the army left and Yang Mutao called him several times that he hurriedly looked back.

Yang Mutao saw that his expression was not right. He seemed a little surprised and in disbelief. He just thought he was shocked.

Fang Zichen was speechless for a moment, got on the carriage, and kept touching his face.

Touching twice on the left and twice on the right, as if a woman was looking at herself in the mirror, Yang Mutao couldn't bear to look at him anymore and lightly kicked his toes: "What are you doing?"

Fang Zichen said nothing.

Just now he felt a bit like Naruto, sitting in that carriage, but it scared him to death.

Damn it.

As people say, it is better to be fat and exquisite than to be thin and the same. His provocative appearance was so fucking embarrassing.

But Fang Zichen didn't think much about it, it was so far apart in time and space! Although there are no two identical leaves in the world, there are still similarities. For example, the manager Ya Xing who introduced him to the house yesterday looks exactly like He Da Leng.

The two parties seemed to be heading in opposite directions.

In the carriage, the man with a cold and distant look on his face and a monster-like appearance opened the curtain again and stretched his head out to look behind him. Unfortunately, the yellow dust was rolling in, blocking his view. The cavalryman next to him came over with the horse under his belly.

"What are your orders, my lord?"

"Nothing."

The man who was lying in the car raised his upper body, his black hair was messy, and he looked down at him.

"What are you looking at?"

"No." His voice was low, but it was not obscured by the sound of horse hooves. On the contrary, it was very clear in the carriage.

Meng Ruqing's brows were still frowning, and her chest was swollen and tight. She couldn't tell what emotions those were. She just relied on instinct to lift the curtains and look back.

Just as he looked at the young boy, for some unknown reason, something seemed to hit his chest quickly, making him feel uncomfortable. In other words, he has been feeling uncomfortable since he entered Beijing, and now that discomfort has reached its peak.

Qin Hengxuan leaned over and patted his back gently: "Don't think too much, why don't you lie down for a while!"

Meng Ruqing was a little hesitant to tell Qin Hengxuan what just happened. If he did, would it touch Qin Hengxuan's scars? ? After all, because of this incident, Qin Hengxuan seemed to be a different person, and there was a gap between the two. Now the relationship between the two has finally recovered...

After thinking about it, Meng Ruqing shook her head, closed her eyes and said nothing. . He was stunned.

Qin Hengxuan retracted his hand, leaned against the car wall, lowered his eyes, and said nothing.

The Qin family had too many soldiers and horses, so it took almost an hour to give way. At 4:30 in the afternoon, the two arrived at Suping Town. Fang Zichen died half of his life. Yang Mutao saw that his face was pale, as if the soil had been buried under his neck, and he would die after taking two steps, so he asked him to find an inn to rest first. Fang Zichen shook his head, said it was okay, and invited him to have a cup of tea. , he will be resurrected with full health.

Chapter 228

After drinking two bowls of tea, Fang Zichen's eyes shone brightly and he suddenly became lively again.

Yang Mutao saw that it was not because of the tea, but because Fang Zichen had taken advantage of him for paying for the tea. He felt happy and energetic.

He let out a long sigh, not knowing what to say.

It is said that this boy is stingy, he can be generous at the same time, and he is even willing to go to the pastry shop to buy desserts for his husband and son.

But no matter what, his character is good. He is greedy for money, but after working in Zuixiao Tower for so long, he has never paid him a penny. He teaches Yang Mingyi with all his money, without any selfishness.

Although Zheng Xiaoling is said to be in Suping Town, it is actually a small place under the jurisdiction of Suping Town. Most of the people like them who come to serve their sentences live outside.

There used to be a small road in Suping Town that went to Jizhou. Nowadays, the number of merchants coming and going has increased. At first, the small road was less than two meters wide and carriages could not pass through it. After the government sent people to inspect it, they felt that it needed to be improved.

This kind of work is tiring. In ancient times, there were no tools. Digging and building roads were all done with human hands. When encountering huge rocks blocking the road, you had to dig out the huge rocks, cut down the trees, dig out the roots, move the mud, and compact the soil. If it was winter, It's not a bad thing. In the summer, just standing there would kill you, let alone having to do all this hard work.

The food is not good enough. If he encounters the good overseer and everyone is lazy, he can still turn a blind eye. If he encounters the bad guy, he can just stretch his waist and kick him.

Therefore, most of those who served in prison and hard labor could not survive it. Everyone would rather give up some money than go to a distant place to do such hard labor.

Wherever the roads are repaired, everyone will sleep wherever they go. They won't have to go all the way back to the Yamen to sleep in cells.

Those who live in the open air cannot be described in just one word: hard work.

Fang Zichen and Yang Mutao got off the carriage, turned the ox cart again, and finally reached the ground after several twists and turns.

Fang Zichen jumped off the bullock cart and looked around, frowning.

There were more than a hundred people in front of them, humming and humming at work. They were all ragged, skinny, with disheveled hair and dirty faces. Zheng Xiaoling was not seen at all.

There was a man who was lazy and was whipped by the patrolling officers and soldiers.

"Damn it, you sat down as soon as I turned around. Your butt is heavy, isn't it?" After saying this, he whipped me again.

I don't know if it was because the whip was too powerful, or because the opponent's skin was too tender, and the flesh was torn open.

The man repeatedly begged for mercy.

"Master, master, don't fight, don't fight, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore."

He has anklets on his feet. This is not a labor force, he is a criminal!

Fang Zichen didn't feel sorry for him either, as evil deeds would be rewarded with evil consequences. It would be better if Sun Zongze was here, he would have to go over and kick him again.

Fang Zichen was just lost in thought for a moment when three officers and soldiers came over holding the swords at their waists.

"Who are you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, three more officers and soldiers came behind.

Are you making dumplings? ?

It's really no choice. Those prisoners' accomplices often come here to rob people, causing trouble every two days. The road is not open, and there is a notice at the head of the road that ordinary people will not come.

Fang Zichen blinked, and Yang Mutao broke into a cold sweat. He had traveled all over the country for so many years, but he had never encountered such a thing, so he just came to see someone, why is it like this? It was like being under siege.

"Don't do it, don't do it, we are good citizens." Fang Zichen quickly took out the nameplate from his pocket, with words engraved on it.

When the officers and soldiers took it and took a look, their attitude immediately changed.

"It turns out to be Fang Xiucai. I have offended you in many ways. Please forgive me."

Although Xiu Cai does not have an official status, it can be seen that officials do not kneel and can receive monthly reports from the court, which makes him more powerful than ordinary people.

Although this group of people are also official servants, they are also divided into three, six, and nine grades like the Juren. This group of guards and laborers has an official name in front of them, but they are only one-term white people. If they don't use chicken feathers as command arrows, they will be different from ordinary people. There is not much difference.

Moreover, they all received monthly payments from the imperial court, and the official salary was only a few hundred cents a month. Whoever received more would naturally be more powerful.

Fang Zichen can get two taels of silver a month! People are not allowed to respect you.

Fang Zichen waved his hand and stuffed the nameplate back.

This thing is usually hung around the waist, but Fang Zichen put it away since he was looking at houses these days. What if it is hung around the waist and is stolen by an ignorant jade pendant in a crowded street?

Going to the yamen to collect the monthly payment is not something you can do just by showing your face. People also have to recognize the brand, which is indispensable!

"I wonder why Fang Xiucai is here?" the official asked.

Fang Zichen looked at the dark crowd who were working in front: "I'm looking for someone."

An official said respectfully: "I don't know who it is? Can I help you?"

Fang Zichen said: "Zheng Xiaoling."

Hearing this, the soldier twisted up Mei, Zheng Xiaoling is the only woman in this team, and she was pregnant at first. The official was quite impressed by her and said directly: "She is in the front, please follow me."

Yang Mutao breathed a sigh of relief and patted her. He patted Fang Zichen on the shoulder. If it weren't for the nameplate, he would probably have to waste his words.

Along the way, Fang Zichen saw a layer of straw spread in the open space not far away. It seemed that everyone slept directly here at night.

Two men were cooking in a large iron pot. The vegetables were not washed. They simply chopped them three or two times on the chopping board, then threw them into the pot. Then they poured some yellow corn flour and held the wooden pan. Start stirring.

It's like cooking pig food, simple and crude.

Fang Zichen was stunned.

After walking for a while, the officers and soldiers stopped and raised their hands and pointed: "Is that the person you are looking for?"

Fang Zichen looked at it intently for a while, then turned to Yang Mutao and asked, "Is that so?"

Yang Mutao frowned. Her throat seemed to hurt, and her voice was very deep: "... It must be so!"

It's no wonder that Fang Zichen and Yang Mutao couldn't recognize it, but Zheng Xiaoling became more powerful after not seeing each other for more than half a year. She used to be from the mansion. As the mistress of the house, she is well fed and clothed. There are several maids in front of her to serve her. She does not need to do any work, is carefully raised and protected from wind and rain. She looks like a noble lady. She is in her forties. It looked like it was no more than thirty.

But the true age is there, and it cannot be changed. After working hard for more than half a year, the weather has been exposed to wind and sun, and the vicissitudes of life have been severe.

Now he looks dark and thin, his clothes are in tatters, he has a pair of straw sandals on his feet, and his ankles are still tied with iron chains. Now he is standing with Yang Mutao again. If someone doesn't know her and says she is his mother, some people will probably believe her.

It's unrecognizable, nothing like before.

Zheng Xiaoling was digging soil with a child on her back. Her conditions were limited, and the child was only tied up in tattered clothes.

It is said that the clothes are lifted up, so they should be made of several sections of sleeves sewn together.

Seeing that Fang Zichen and Yang Mutao didn't look right, the officer leading the way explained a few words.

At first, Zheng Xiaoling was pregnant, so the official was not inhumane, so he arranged some easy jobs for her and asked her to cook.

This meal is simple to make, not as complicated as the ones in inns and taverns. It only needs to be cooked, and there are two meals a day. She can rest after cooking. However, Zheng Xiaoling can't even light a fire. She was detained When she returned to Yuanzhou for accountability, she knew that the Yang family would not help her, so she pinned her hopes on her natal family. However, it was not until she was taken to Suping Town that Zheng Xiaoling knew that her natal family had also abandoned her.

She couldn't do any work, so she would cry. At first she cried miserably, and her belly was bloated. People didn't know what crime she had committed, so they still thought she was pitiful. But the more she cried, the more people gradually started to feel annoyed. .

Her rice was still not cooked even after three days of cooking. This was not a matter of incompetence, but a matter of attitude.

A man who came to do labor service said something to her. Zheng Xiaoling couldn't change her temper for a while, so she made rude words and insulted the other person as a mean person. It would be nice to have a stutter. She also dared to be picky, saying that people like him were just Worth eating this kind of thing.

Beating a bunch of people to death with a stick angered many people, and even the officials could not bear to listen. After that, she no longer 'pityed' her, and she did whatever others did.

At first, Zheng Xiaoling held the hoe and said that the hoe was too heavy to lift. The official whipped her, but Zheng Xiaoling cried and said that it was lifted and she should not be beaten.

She overworked herself and the baby was born prematurely. Zheng Xiaoling couldn't eat well, couldn't sleep well, and didn't have any milk, so she fed her baby corn mush during meals, and she managed to survive until now.

Later, she probably understood the situation, and Zheng Xiaoling became a different person. She worked diligently and worked hard. Everyone was miserable. He couldn't stand her man at first, but he even helped her when she gave birth.

The child made a squeak on her back and kicked her little feet. Zheng Xiaoling touched it and found that the child hadn't peed. She turned to see what she was going to do. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Yang Mutao not far away, and she paused for a moment.

She thought it was an hallucination caused by the high temperature and exhaustion, so she murmured tentatively: "The boss?"

Zheng Xiaoling raised her arm and wiped her eyes carefully. Yang Mutao did not move or disappear.

Her eyes widened.

"The boss!"

The shock and joy could not be concealed in his tone.

Zheng Xiaoling threw down her hoe and ran over. Her wrinkled and dry hands like an old man tightly grasped Yang Mutao's wrist, like a drowning man grasping the last floating board. The longing in her eyes was obvious: "The leader of the house is really you, you Are you here to take me home?"

Yang Mutao's wrists were so painful that he never knew Zheng Xiaoling could be so strong.

When he didn't speak, Zheng Xiaoling panicked: "Master, I know I'm wrong. I know I'm wrong. Can you take me home? I don't want to stay here. This is not a place for people to live. Take me back. Take me back." I'm going back, please."

What's the use of begging now?

Yang Mutao was only a businessman of one term and had some reputation in Fu'an Town, but outside of Fu'an Town, who was he?

As for just now, no one would have dared to scold him if he were an official from Fu'an Town, but the officers and soldiers from Yuanzhou would dare.

The prefect has already convicted him, what else can he do?

Ignoring Zheng Xiaoling's struggle, he opened her hands one by one, avoiding her gaze full of hope and so hot that it could almost burn.

"Let me come and see the child."

Zheng Xiaoling paused, remembering something, and took half a step back. She put one hand around the child, lowered her head, and did not cry or beg again.

Chapter 229

Without too many words, Yang Mutao knew it with just one movement and the opponent's evasive gesture.

He had no high expectations when he came, so this meeting couldn't be called a disappointment.

He was not angry that Zheng Xiaoling cuckolded him, but when Zheng Xiaoling asked her questions that day, in the dead of night, when he thought about it again, he felt that it was not unreasonable.

In this era, who among the rich men doesn't have three wives and four concubines? There are also people who only stay with one person, but those are the minority after all. He was obsessed with others when he was young. He admitted that he fell in love with everyone he met, but when he was with Zheng Xiaoling, he made it clear. It was Zheng Xiaoling who said it herself. It's okay, just say you don't mind.

If he hadn't said it, if he took the initiative to propose marriage, he would have let down Zheng Xiaoling. He wouldn't have hated Zheng Xiaoling for cuckolding him, but it was clearly Zheng Xiaoling at the time...

The man could have three wives and four concubines. , why not women?

Yang Mutao didn't know why it couldn't work. The times were like this, what could he do.

He had never deceived Zheng Xiaoling. Zheng Xiaoling was willing to hit him. Who should she blame?

More than half a year has passed. At first, I was so angry that my teeth were itching. Now, seeing people living like this, I can't bear it anymore.

After a moment of silence, he stretched out his hand and said, "Show me the child."

Zheng Xiaoling did not move, she raised her eyes and looked at him for a while, then she untied the strap, held the child to her chest, and then tremblingly handed it over to him. past.

The child is already several months old. Because he doesn't eat well, he is skinny, small, and dark. He does not have the fair and fat appearance of ordinary children. He is kicking his legs on Yang Mutao's hands and mumbling baby talk.

Fang Zichen came closer in a few steps, and Zheng Xiaoling also saw him. She was confused for a moment, and it seemed that it took her a while to remember who he was.

There were no skills in ancient times, and most of them were bloodshed. Fang Zichen originally thought that Yang Mutao was going to do this, and he was about to borrow a bowl from the official, but seeing Zheng Xiaoling talking excitedly, he didn't feel embarrassed to speak.

There is no need to ask now. One look at this child and he knows that he must be the son of Butler Yang.

Fang Zichen looked at the child, then looked up at Yang Mutao, then at Zheng Xiaoling, and then silently stepped aside.

At the moment, he can only be an invisible person and watch the excitement silently.

Yang Mutao held the child with stiff hands and said nothing, while Zheng Xiaoling shed tears.

She had extremely hoped that the child in her belly would be Yang Mutao's. When she came to Suping Town, no matter how hard and tiring her life was, she protected her belly and didn't let the child get hurt at all. She just hoped that after the child was born, Yang Mutao would come and take care of them. Take it back.

When the baby was first born, it was wrinkled and his appearance could not be seen clearly. However, after only half a month, when his appearance grew a little, Zheng Xiaoling's heart became cold.

Regardless of the face shape or eyebrows, the child looks very much like Butler Yang. If he looked like her, Zheng Xiaoling could still make excuses, but...

the last remaining glimmer of hope was shattered. Yang Mutao could not come. Zheng Xiaoling was She was in a state of confusion, and her days were like years. When she saw Yang Mutao today, she still felt like a dream, unreal.

Yang Mutao looked at the child, unable to describe his feelings, with mixed emotions. He was about to return the child when the child suddenly grabbed his hand and smiled at him.

His voice was crisp and his smile was pure and flawless.

Yang Mutao paused.

No one spoke anymore. The sun hanging in the sky was slowly moving westward, and the layers of clouds in the sky were soaked by the afterglow. It was already evening, but it was still very hot.

Fang Zichen couldn't stand still and squatted aside, wiping sweat constantly. The officers and soldiers brought him a bowl of water and told him not to dislike it.

How could Fang Zichen dislike it? He drank it down and chatted with his colleagues.

Someone was chiseling the rock in front, and there was a clanking sound for a while. Several men were sweating, and they were so exhausted that they couldn't hold the shovel steadily. Fang Zichen saw that the blood blisters on the palm of a man's palm were broken and bleeding. The stone was as hard as iron. After so much chiseling, a layer of skin was lost. Fang Zichen couldn't help but shake his head. If he were the contractor, he would have hit it with explosives and made the stone fly.

Those who fall behind will not only be beaten, but also punished.

Hey...

be a human being! You still have to know the law and abide by it, otherwise you will suffer.

Yang Mutao is soft-hearted after all.

"Do you want to keep the child, or do you want me to take it back for you?"

He was soft-hearted, but he didn't know how to raise it by himself. The child really looked like a housekeeper, and if he looked at it every day, he would inevitably feel uncomfortable.

"Do you want to send it back to my parents?" Zheng Xiaoling suddenly asked.

"Yeah!"

After receiving the response, Zheng Xiaoling lowered her head and said no more.

The conditions here are really not good. In addition to the laborers, there are dozens of prison guards among the hundreds of people. Some of them are good-hearted, but there are also a few who are evil-hearted.

How many of those who commit crimes are good? Some are temporarily confused, some are instigated by others, some are forced to do so, some are wronged, and some - are truly evil.

When she was pregnant, nothing happened to everyone. But now that the child was born, those people looked at her differently. The last time she went into the woods to relieve herself, someone was touching her behind. Fortunately, she didn't go far because she was cutting grass. She shouted twice, but the man was afraid of attracting the official, so he glared at him bitterly and ran away.

Zheng Xiaoling wasn't stupid either. After that, she kept getting in front of the official every day and didn't dare to leave.

After completing her official career, she didn't know where she would go next. She felt lighter and was afraid that she would be transferred to a distant place.

The work is tiring and she will definitely not be able to survive ten years in prison. If the child follows her and she is no longer there, what will the child do?

It doesn't matter if it's a boy, but it's a girl. How can she stay in a place like this?

Zheng Xiaoling hugged the child tightly and stared at her little face, tears falling from her eyes.

The child looked like the steward, and she had thought of throwing her away and smothering her. She and the steward did this not because they liked her, but because they were lonely for a while, and Steward Yang took advantage of her, and Steward Yang was not stupid at all. , she herself wanted to take revenge on Yang Mutao, so she got together with others. There was no affection between them at all, but she was old and longed for a child. She was nine months pregnant and had to go through hell before giving birth to the child. , then the child got older and smiled when he saw her, so she stopped having those thoughts.

The child must be sent away, so that he can have hope of living.

But will parents be willing to take care of their children? Something happened to her, and her parents never came to visit her. Even if they were willing to take care of her, they would probably have to be raised by someone else.

With tears in her eyes, Zheng Xiaoling pinned her hopes on Yang Mutao.

She choked: "Can't you support me?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Did he hear something extraordinary?

Can't you raise it?

Feed your ass, feed it!

Zheng Xiaoling is still shameless.

Yang Mutao had a big heart, and if he volunteered to be the unjust one, he would be able to support him.

Yang Mutao's eyes widened. He could hardly believe it: "What are you talking about?"

Zheng Xiaoling said, "I don't worry about sending the child back to the Zheng family. My boss, I know I was the one who was sorry for you at the beginning, but the child is innocent. I will never forget you." For the sake of our decades of marriage, I beg you..."

"Don't beg me." Yang Mutao's face turned red with anger. The traces of intolerance and pity he had just now disappeared in an instant. He was so angry that he interrupted Zheng Xiaoling directly: "Why do you have the nerve to beg me? Do you think I Will I support her? Can I tolerate her?

"She is a child, she is innocent! I am sorry for you, not her."

Yang Mutao pointed at her: "She is a child, she is innocent. When you attacked Brother Yi, did you ever think that he was just a child? He called you mother for so many years, and he lost his mother when he was young. "Have you ever had the slightest pity for him?"

"I..."

"You can't even do it, so how do you think I can? Brother Yi is different from him. How did she get here?" Shall I remind you?" Zheng Xiaoling turned pale, but Yang Mutao remained merciless:

"You know the character of your parents. If I send the child there, they will raise her, but they will not raise her well. You also know my character, I am easy to be soft-hearted, but even if I use it to feed the dogs, I will not spend a penny on her. Do you understand that I want her to enter the Yang Mansion to enjoy it? Prosperity and wealth, you are dreaming. "

The child's father is a servant. When a child is born, he will also belong to a servant and have a son. If there are no adventures in the future, he can only inherit the mantle. How can he still dream of being raised as a young lady?

It's good that the Zheng family is willing to raise her.

Zheng Xiaoling wiped her tears and said nothing. Yang Mutao refused to raise the child, and he couldn't raise it himself, so he had no choice but to send him back to the Zheng family.

The child has nothing to do with Yang Mutao, but he is related to the Zheng family.

If the child is picked up, or brought from separation, it doesn't matter if he raises it. Anyway, the Yang family does not lack the stutter, but this child...

Put yourself in his shoes, Zheng Xiaoling is right, the child is... She was innocent and shouldn't be angry with her, but it was understandable that Yang Mutao didn't want to raise a child born like this.

Before leaving, Yang Mutao gave thirty taels to the officers and soldiers, hoping that they would take more photos of Zheng Xiaoling.

As Zheng Xiaoling said, for decades, the couple had no feelings but still had family affection. Although they blamed the other party for doing such a thing, he could not be unkind even though he was unjust.

When he was caught in the act, he was very angry and didn't want to kill her. He only wanted to get together and separate. However, Zheng Xiaoling went behind his back and attacked her son and father-in-law.

What kind of identity is Mr. Wu that she dares to do? Reaching this point is all due to greed. I did it myself and have no one to blame.

The two took the bullock cart back to the town. Yang Mutao did not dare to look back after leaving. He knew that Zheng Xiaoling was looking at him and crying. After saying goodbye, they might never see each other again, but... As of now, there is nothing we can do.

The child didn't know if she understood anything, and she cried hard. She didn't stop sobbing until she got on the bullock cart waiting in the distance and the wheels made a grunting sound.

It was getting late when they returned to town, so the two had to find an inn to stay temporarily.

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Chapter 230

Yang Mutao didn't know how to hold a child, so he held it all the way. His arms were sore, so he asked Fang Zichen to hold him for a while. Fang Zichen thought he was experienced, so he took the child, put it on his lap, and whistled for her. The child laughed. He stretched out his hand to grab his chin. After arriving at the inn and entering the room, Yang Mutao put the child directly on the bed. He went out to find Fang Zichen and had some food together in the hall. When he returned to the room, he heard the child crying. He couldn't coax him well and was annoyed. stand up.

The child should be hungry, but what to eat?

The waiter was busy and he couldn't find anyone to ask. Thinking that Fang Zichen always acted like I was the best, knowing astronomy and geography, he went next door to ask him.

Fang Zichen opened the door and looked at him like an idiot: "What does the child eat? Of course he drinks milk, but also eats shit? You don't understand this common sense."

"How could you not understand?" Yang Mutao frowned: "The problem is Where can I find milk at this time? Do you have any?"

That's right.

It's really hard to do this at night.

"Then let the waiter cook some porridge and water for her to drink! She should be able to eat this." Fang Zichen said sarcastically: "You can't be hungry all night!"

That was all.

The two of them checked out of the room early the next morning and left in search of the carriage.

It's cooler in the morning, making it easier to travel.

Before leaving the city gate, Fang Zichen asked the driver to stop when he saw the vendors shouting on the street.

Someone is buying watermelon.

You don't see this stuff in Fu'an town. Take it home and make iced watermelon to eat. It's so refreshing. Brother Zhao and Ershan will probably like it.

Ah~

I haven't even bought gifts for a few people at home before I went out this time!

This watermelon is expensive to buy. The vendor said it was shipped from outside and is not produced locally. It costs nineteen cents per pound.

More expensive than fatty pork.

I'm afraid not many people would buy it in Fu'an Town, but Suping Town is more prosperous than Fu'an Town, so most people can still afford it.

Fang Zichen was bargaining back and forth with the merchant. Yang Mutao looked at the difficulty and called him over. He gave him a couple of silver coins and said that he had eaten this watermelon before. Nineteen cents was not too expensive. There was no need to bargain. I would buy it for you. , Fang Zichen smiled and was not polite at all. He took the money and stuffed it into his pocket, and agreed in person. However, he turned around and went back to raise the price again.

Yang Mutao: "..."

Yang Mutao held the child and sat back in the carriage.

Fang Zichen drained almost a pound of water, lowered the price to sixteen cents per pound, and bought nine watermelons, which could not fit in the basket. The vendor drank two mouthfuls of water before he got up and found a sack for him on the cart behind him. .

This sack had a few holes in it, so it could be used to hold watermelons, but it didn't look good on his back, and it didn't match his temperament and hurt his handsome image.

Fang Zichen didn't want it, but with nine watermelons, he could hold at least one in each of his left and right hands, and if he had three on his head like the Indians, where would the remaining six be?

Yang Mutao stuck his head out of the carriage again, and saw that he was embarrassed over a pile of watermelons, and said: "Then just buy less, two are enough, and there are only a few people in your family! You can't eat all the more." "

This watermelon is not light!

Nine weighed more than fifty pounds.

"Why can't I finish eating?" Fang Zichen put his hand on his waist: "My son is very good at smashing food." He wrapped a more than six kilograms of watermelon and patted it:

"This way, my son can eat one person at a time. One."

Yang Mutao didn't believe it.

The good boy is small and short, but his belly can be so big that he can be full even if he eats an egg. He also gives me a watermelon. This is really a boast.

Watermelon is sweet and popsicles with only sugar added. Brother Zhao and his two children like it so much that they lick it every day. Brother Zhao eats it when he is free and holds it in his mouth when he is busy.

The good boy went too far. He went to a manhole and even grabbed a popsicle and squatted in it to lick it. Fang Zichen refused to let him go. He also said that if he didn't eat the popsicles, he would have no energy and he wouldn't be able to poop.

Father and son are very fond of each other. Even the popsicles made from a bucket of water are not enough to eat. I think they will like iced watermelon even more.

They are not sold in Buan town, so if you finally come across one, you will definitely have to buy more.

This thing can be kept for more than ten days without being opened, and there is no need to worry about it breaking.

Fang Zichen doesn't care, it will only harm his handsomeness! Husband's son smashed the sky.

The carriage swayed out of the city gate and headed east. Fang Zichen opened one and ate with Yang Mutao.

Halfway through the journey, the carriage suddenly bumped violently, and Fang Zichen's buttocks flew up as he left the seat.

"Fuck..."

Yang Mutao was knocked aside while holding the child and fell against the wall of the car.

Fang Zichen hurriedly opened the curtain: "What happened? The carriage went into a ditch?"

The driver covered his head and got up from the ground.

"I'm sorry, sir."

Fang Zichen frowned: "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"The wheel is broken," the coachman said.

"What?" Fang Zichen jumped out of the carriage upon hearing this and squatted down, only to see a few broken pieces lying under the carriage.

Are they too heavy?

A perfectly good wooden wheel fell apart.

The coachman came back with some money, saying that the wheel was broken and could not be delivered, and asked them to find a solution on their own.

But we were halfway there, and it was hard to stop the car at all.

The two of them hid under the shade of a tree and waited for almost two hours before an ox-cart came out of the small side road.

There were a few rough guys in slovenly clothes sitting on it. Fang Zichen ran over to stop the car and asked the old man who was driving the car if he could take a ride. It was not free of charge, the kind that paid money.

If you have money, of course you can.

Fang Zi ran back in the morning, carried the watermelon and sat on it with Yang Mutao.

The men looked at their rich clothes and retreated into the car, leaving an empty seat.

The oxcart can be regarded as a low-end version of a 'convertible'. It was very tanned, and the exposed skin seemed to be half-cooked, and it hurt. The child was very quiet in Yang Mutao's arms, looking around. She must be used to it. There was no crying in the heat, but even adults couldn't bear the heat, let alone a child.

Fang Zichen asked the old man to stop, followed the same pattern, ran to the roadside, folded two tree branches, came back, and sat next to Yang Mutao.

Yang Mutao wiped his sweat and finally felt cooler.

At first, the men were a little reserved and didn't dare to breathe. Fang Zichen chatted with them and became warm within a few moments.

These people are from Niujia Village and are going to Yuanzhou to find work.

The sun was hot and dazzling at noon. When we were approaching Yuanzhou, a man sitting opposite us in the innermost position opened his palms across his forehead to shield him from the sun. His nose moved as if he was smelling something.

"Huh??"

Fang Zichen looked over: "What's wrong?"

The man said: "Why does the sun in Yuanzhou smell like shit?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Yang Mutao: "..."

The man sitting next to him bumped him with his elbow: "You said you had a stomachache halfway through, so I went to defecate with you. You thought the leaves didn't smell when you cut your buttocks and wiped them with your hands? ?"

"Didn't I wipe it on the leaves?" the man said with a frown.

"It must still smell!"

"Impossible! I'll smell it, oh, it's really there."

Yang Mutao: "..."

Fang Zichen: "..."

What a bastard !

Fang Zichen almost vomited when he heard it.

Fortunately, the other party was far away from him and not next to him and Yang Mutao.

Xiao was like this, so the two of them moved out in tacit agreement.

As soon as he arrived in Yuanzhou, Fang Zichen shouted to stop and jumped out of the car impatiently, saying that he didn't want to sit anymore. Yang Mutao also joined him.

The Zheng family is not in Fu'an Town. Although the child is not very noisy, Yang Mutao doesn't want to take care of it anymore. He has no experience and is always frightened when holding the child. He is afraid that the child will suddenly cry and make trouble, so he wants to send it back to Zheng's family early. .

Fang Zichen was still busy and on different roads, so the two of them left separately.

He went to buy some oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar. Fang Zichen thought about it carefully and found that he didn't lack anything, so he planned to go home first.

There is no need to buy bedding. I will bring it from home. The bedding at home is all new. When Zhao Geer bought it, he bought the thickest and best ones. They can still be used for many years. Fang Zichen does not live in Yuanzhou all the time. It's okay to buy it, but if nothing happens in the future, maybe they won't go back to Xiaohe Village again.

Jinshi officials are not allowed to serve in the place where they are registered. The number one scholar mostly stays in Beijing and enters the Hanlin Academy. The title of "number one scholar" is "Hanlin Academy Editor", which is a sixth-rank official, equivalent to the current regional office level; while "number two", "Tanhua" and "Tanhua" were awarded the title of "Editor of the Hanlin Academy", a seventh-grade official position, which is equivalent to the current position of county magistrate. They are an out-and-out "Sesame Official".

Soldiers who don't want to be generals are not good soldiers. Even if they have to take the exam, Fang Zichen still wants to be first in the exam.

There are many cases of first place in the examination every month, and the same is true for the number one scholar, and he is also a senior official. It is foolish to think about the second place and the third flower.

It would be difficult to come back after staying in Beijing. If it were a local aboriginal, they might come back to pay homage to their ancestors and visit relatives during festivals and other festivals. As a foreigner, he has no relatives and his ancestors are not here, so there is a high probability that he will not When he came back, it would be useless to keep the quilt. He should take everything that should be taken. After all, the house was not his.

A while ago, he went to Suping Town with Yang Mutao, and someone helped bring a message to Li Yisheng. Now that he came to pick up the horse and wanted to go back, Li Yisheng was very reluctant to leave. He held the watermelon given by Fang Zichen and said to Fang Zichen: "The house." Since the rent has been rented, you can move here quickly. "

Li Yisheng worked hard in Yuanzhou and had no relatives except the Xie family. He had never talked to Xie Xiaoyu before. The Xie family treated him well and always called him during festivals. We went to have dinner, and later learned about his affair with Xie Xiaoyu. The Xie family probably thought that he was obsessed with eating swan meat, and felt that Xie Xiaoyu was instigated by him for breaking up with Li Yixing. Mrs. Xie came to their door last time.

After all, she is an official's wife. Her words are reserved, but her meaning is really ugly.

The general idea is that Xie Xiaoyu is the brother of an official family, and the husband he chooses must not be a mere white man. Although the Xie and Li families are family friends, this does not mean that Li Yisheng can get the first-come-first-served position. Mrs. Xie let He didn't have any delusions. He thought that Li Yixing would be promising, so the Xie family agreed to settle the matter early. However, Li Yixing failed to live up to expectations and failed to pass the government examination. He wanted to cancel the engagement, but the Xie family already had a suitable candidate, so Li Yisheng didn't want to Get entangled, otherwise it will cause a big fuss, and both families will look bad.

Before leaving, Mrs. Xie said that her family was busy recently and had no time to entertain, so she asked him not to go there in the future.

Li Yisheng had a good relationship with Fang Zichen, so he thought that when he came, he could come and have a chat in his free time.