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Chapter 231

Fang Zichen was dividing the watermelons. He wanted to put two bags into them and put them around the horse's neck. Otherwise, the bag would be too crowded to put down. He responded perfunctorily when he heard the words.

Li Yisheng knew this man's virtue, so he didn't talk nonsense and used his trump card.

"I haven't even met your son yet. If you bring him, I will definitely prepare a generous gift for him."

"Then you can prepare it for later!" Fang Zichen raised his head and said, "That shop in town It's not due yet! Things have to be sorted out, so it can't come soon."

Li Yisheng added: "We won't wait until it's over."

Fang Zichen paused, feeling unhappy.

"You are not sincere. If you were sincere, I might consider it."

"You want to go to heaven!" Li Yisheng kicked his butt without much force.

Fang Zichen hid aside: "Tell me! How generous are you preparing for that generous gift? Thirty taels goes up?"

"Thirty taels goes down, can I get it?" Li Yisheng said: "Isn't your son my son? , I bought it for my son, it is naturally the best."

Fang Zichen smiled and was immediately happy.

"Then prepare an extra one, I have two sons!"

Li Yisheng: "..."

He is really good at talking nonsense, he doesn't have one! Fang Zichen couldn't do it even though he already had one. He still wanted to say that he had two donkeys, so he wanted to take advantage of his gift, but there was no way.

"Didn't you say last time that you only have one son?"

Fang Zichen replied: "Yes, you only have one son! The other one is a brother."

Li Yisheng: "..."

"Brother is not a son." After Fang Zichen added, he frowned and thought for a while: "He should be considered half son and half daughter. I haven't had the chance to take the exam yet! So it's normal that I didn't mention it to you before. Now that I have said it, how should you prepare?" , I don't think I need to say anything more!"

Li Yisheng: "..."

Li Yisheng pointed at the door: "Please leave quickly."

Even if Li Yisheng didn't say anything, Fang Zichen wanted to leave quickly.

This shop is rented and cannot be left empty. Although the shop in the town has not expired, how much is the monthly rent for that shop? You can't pick up sesame seeds and lose the watermelons, and since Yuanzhou has a large population, business should be better.

Fang Zichen rode his horse all the way, and when he arrived at Fu'an Town, it was only noon. Fang Zichen returned the horse and gave him a watermelon as a thank you gift.

The boss of the casino didn't ask for it. He just said that he really wanted to thank him and asked his husband to make him some more chicken feet.

Fang Zichen rolled his eyes at him and said that they sold it in the store. If he wanted to eat it, he would go and get it. However, when he mentioned this, the boss of the casino became angry. He sent people to buy it several times and returned empty-handed four times out of six times. .

The pickled chicken feet are sour and spicy, and I don't know how to make them. They are also cold and sizzling. This kind of daily food is the most appetizing. Unfortunately, this food is so popular. The gambling house is too far away from Fang's shop, so I give it out every time. As people passed by, the queue at the door of the store was already like a dragon but never ended.

Fang Zichen was quite loyal: "Then I'll tell Brother Zhou and I'll leave some for you in the future."

The boss of the casino was happy now.

Fang Zichen went to Zuixiaolou again, thinking that the watermelon was given by Yang Mutao, and he had to give one to his brother. When he got to the store, he found that he had smashed it too.

"Father is back, father is back~" As soon as Fang Zichen arrived at the door, the good boy saw him. His eyes were so happy that he jumped up and turned around twice before rushing towards Fang Zichen.

"My son smashed it~" Fang Zichen dropped the watermelon and opened his hands to catch him. He lifted him up under his armpits and kissed his face: "Oh, we haven't seen you for a few days. My son was hit hard and I can't hold him anymore." It's moving!"

"It's not heavy, it's not heavy, it's not heavy~" The good boy hugged Fang Zichen's neck tightly and rubbed his face: "The good boy misses his father, can't swallow even a drop of food, is tossing and turning, has trouble sleeping and eating, and is barely breathing. My breath is not smooth, my body is delicate and frail, I'm skinny, my belly is flat, and my ribs are bulging one by one."

Fang Zichen: "..."

That's not how the idiom is used! !

Moreover, if the ribs are not one by one, can they still be half a rib?

Guai Zai hugged Fang Zichen's neck and said, "Bai Zai had a dream yesterday, and the white-bone spirit came to see Gui Zai. She said that Gui Zai was so thin that he looked like her son. She wanted to take Gui Zai away. I'm so scared of Gui Zai." , The good boy was so scared that he fainted and didn't wake up all night.

" Fang Zichen: "..."

Do you think he is stupid? I just fell asleep and said I was dizzy.

This damn kid.

Fang Zichen pinched his butt: "Why are you here?"

The good boy pursed his lips and kissed Fang Zichen, then pulled his sleeves to wipe the sweat on Fang Zichen's forehead, and then said: "Come and see Yang Zhu." He couldn't wait to start. He complained and said aggrievedly: "The good boy is bored at home. Daddy won't feed the good boy chickens."

Fang Zichen didn't ask why and could only look at him with a smile: "Tell father, how many chickens have you fed to death?"

The good boy's eyes began to wander, his expression became coy, and his face began to turn red. Hearing Fang Zichen's laughter, he was so embarrassed that he buried his face in his neck, holding his collar tightly with his two small hands.

"Father, don't laugh, don't laugh~"

The hot and moist breath spread on his neck, itching a little, and his face was soft when he rubbed it. Fang Zichen smiled and patted his butt.

"Brother Fang."

Yang Mingyi was eating mung bean cake behind the counter. There was a bucket of ice underneath, which should have been sent by Brother Zhao.

When he left, Fang Zichen taught Brother Zhao how to do it, otherwise the three people in his family would have been out of food if he had been gone for several days.

It was hot at first. Brother Zhao and Guaizi got used to it and could sleep well. But Fang Zichen couldn't stand the heat. As a result, he made ice and put it next to the bed. It only cooled down for a few nights. It rained one day, so Fang Zichen didn't make it. , as a result, the two father and son tossed and turned, saying that it was too hot to sleep.

Xiaofeng also put it in the room, but the boy went even further. He put the bucket on the bed and slept with the bucket in his arms. As a result, his nose ran for two days. Brother Zhao cut off his ice and the snot disappeared.

Fang Zichen could only teach Zhao Geer how to compete with each other.

It was hot at noon, and there was no one in the building. Shopkeeper Yang was old and went upstairs to rest. The other clerks were lying on the table in twos and threes and taking a nap. Yang Mingyi was the only one who looked at the store. He felt bored, so he asked someone to go to the store to bring Brother Zhao. I mean, bring the good boy here.

The two of them were just writing.

Fang Zichen took a look and saw that Yang Mingyi's calligraphy was, of course, his son's. He had taught him step by step for several months, and he already had a decent look. At least he could recognize it, and he still had some sense of character.

Not bad, not bad.

Fang Zichen gave Yang Mingyi a watermelon, and gave another to Wang Xiaohu and the others to share. None of the waiters had tasted it, but they had all heard of it. They were very happy. He praised Fang Zichen for being handsome, and Fang Zichen felt very comfortable. , glowing.

These people have a good relationship with Fang Zichen. During the few days that Guaizi came here to play, the guys were reluctant to give him snacks. Guaizi just said that even though watermelon is expensive, Fang Zichen also gave it to him.

I sat with Yang Mingyi for a while, asked him if he had encountered anything at work, chatted for a few words, and then planned to go back when it was not so hot in the afternoon.

There were five watermelons left in the sack, and Fang Zichen regretted buying less. Most of them were gone as a favor.

He can carry nine watermelons from Suping Town to Yuanzhou and back again. Now there are only a few left, which is no problem.

But the good boy frowned tightly, opened the bag, picked up a big watermelon and put it on his stomach, saying: "It's heavy, good boy, I need help."

It was impossible to carry him all the way back, and it would have been awkward for anyone else. He caused chaos, but Fang Zichen was moved!

Look, look at yourself, how considerate, filial, and sensible you are! The enthusiasm of the child should not be dampened. The good side should be encouraged and praised so that he can continue to develop it.

Fang Zichen rushed into the kitchen, took out a basket, put the watermelon in it, and then hugged the boy and kissed him.

"My little sweetheart is so sensible."

Guaizi didn't feel embarrassed at all and puffed out his chest: "Father loves Guaizi, and Guaizi also loves his father. Guaizi is a man who can be messed with, and a man must have muscles. , Be strong and be sensible. "

The basket is about the same height as Guaizi. It is very troublesome to carry. It almost drags on the ground. From the back, you can't even see the top of my son's hair. The watermelon is also big, more than five pounds, almost six pounds. Fang Zichen originally thought that his son would not be able to carry it for long. He would be tired before he reached the city gate for a few yards, but who knew that this boy would carry it halfway.

Fang Zichen walked behind and watched, and couldn't help but laugh several times.

The boy is too short, and the basket on his back is taller and bigger than him. He is covered tightly. When he walks around, he can faintly see two little feet, just like a spirit with a basket on his back. Two little feet are born, and they walk on the ground. , if he saw it from behind without knowing it, he would probably be frightened half to death.

The good boy was tired, hot, and thirsty. His little face was flushed, and the hair on his forehead was wet and stuck to his forehead.

"Father," he gasped, wiped the sweat with his arm, raised his head, and said with dark eyes, "Father, you're tired of being a good boy, what's going on with Simo~"

Fang Zichen held back his laughter and teased him: " Didn't you say that you are a man and have strength?"

"Ah~" Guaizi's eyes rolled around: "Did you say that? Guaizi must have been stupid just now. Guaizi's penis is still small. He is so small that he is not a man yet, but he is still a cute little boy. He is so weak and helpless, so father, please carry him on your back, okay?"

Fang Zichen couldn't help but pinch his face, pick him up, and carry him on the road together. Rest under the shade of a nearby tree.

It was unexpected that the child could walk on his own for so long.

Fang Zichen smashed open a watermelon with one punch. The good boy squatted aside and let out a wow, clapped his hands and flattered him: "Father is so awesome, good boy likes it so much~"

Fang Zichen was so proud that his nostrils were thickened, but his face was filled with anger. Serious: "It's a small thing, it's nothing." He handed over a piece of watermelon: "Eat it, it's so sweet."

"Thank you, father." The good boy has never eaten watermelon. The fruits he has eaten are limited, usually some The wild fruits in the mountains were so sour that he lost his teeth. When he ate them, his facial features almost wrinkled together, making him look like a little old man.

He held the watermelon and took a bite, his eyes suddenly lit up.

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"Oh~ Is it sweet?" Guaizi said with his eyes widened.

Fang Zichen rubbed his head, picked a few big leaves and fanned him: "Is it delicious?"

"Good watermelon, sweet," the good boy handed the watermelon to Fang Zichen's mouth: "Father is also a watermelon."

Fang Zichen After taking a bite, the good boy sat on the grass and ate with satisfaction. His little mouth was stained red by the juice, his cheeks were bulging, and he moved like a little hamster.

He gnawed on the small piece that Fang Zichen broke off for him and ate it cleanly, without any red meat at all.

In the past, he and Brother Zhao had a hard time, but now they are getting better. He still eats sparingly, insists on not wasting a single thing, and is also diligent. In this hot weather, he always goes outside to dig for earthworms and feed chickens to death. He didn't do it on purpose, he just wanted to eat chicken and feed it so that it could grow up quickly. If people raise chickens, they don't have to dig for earthworms every day and throw a few tea leaves into the vegetable patch. The chicken coop is fine, but if you don't grow enough in your own vegetable field, where will there be leftover for the chickens to eat?

Guaizi would often run outside in the scorching sun to find wild vegetables. His hands were covered with scratches and stains stained by grass juice. No matter how much he washed, he couldn't wash them away.

He ate the watermelon with only a bit of skin left. Fang Zichen said there was still more, so he had to break it off and stop chewing it. The red meat was all gone, and the white scoop wasn't sweet even if he gnawed on it. The good boy shook his head and said he would take the rest back. It's for dad and brother to eat. It's delicious and sweet, but dad hasn't even eaten it yet.

Although there was still something in the bag, he just thought he was keeping it to give away.

Fang Zichen felt that the child was sensible, so he broke off a big piece and gave it to him: "Eat it! There's still more! If you don't want to give it away, go back and open another one for daddy." "

Thank you, father." The good boy took the watermelon and handed it to him. Give it to Fang Zichen and let him take a bite first as usual. Fang Zichen said no more, and then he started to eat.

He almost buried his head in the watermelon. He ate only half of it, and his belly was bulging.

Fang Zichen put his other half back into the basket and carried him home. The boy took leaves, fanned Fang Zichen and sang to him.

"Calabash baby, Calabash baby, seven melons on a vine, not afraid of wind or rain..."

Brother Zhao was cooking roast duck in the yard, Xiaofeng was doing it, and the dog was lying in the shadow of the eaves. Next, he was sleeping, his nose moved, but he suddenly stood up and kept shouting towards the door. Brother Zhao was in a daze when the laughter of a good boy came from outside.

Giggling and smiling like this, her husband must be back.

Brother Zhao rushed to the door and saw Fang Zichen.

After seeing each other for a few days, the other person's figure is still upright and eye-catching. Standing under the golden sun, he is a being that is even more brilliant than the sun in the sky.

In the hot sun, he is like a breeze or a clear spring. The gurgling water comes from a distance. It is the longing in the heart of a person who is trapped in the fire, burned by the fire, and his lips are chapped with thirst.

Brother Zhao suddenly couldn't help but smile on his face: "Husband, you are back."

"Well!" Fang Zichen hugged him and kissed his forehead: "Not seeing you for one day is like three autumns. How about it? Do you want to think about it? "Me."

"I want to~" Brother Zhao hugged his waist and looked up at him with a smile. There were traces of happiness on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

Fang Zichen suddenly felt very thirsty. He ate two slices of watermelon on the way, but when he met Brother Zhao's shining eyes, his whole body was hot and his Adam's apple could not help but twitch. He pinched his face gently and said in a hoarse voice: "So Are you happy?"

"I'm glad you're back," Brother Zhao said.

Xiaofeng also rushed over, calling out in a stuttering voice: "Fang, Uncle Fang."

Fang Zichen hummed and rubbed his head: "Be good."

There was a bucket of ice in the room, and Fang Zichen put the remaining Put half a watermelon on top.

Seeing that it was red, Brother Zhao was curious: "Husband, what is this?"

The good boy raised his hand first: "Good boy, go to the west, good boy, go to the west."

Brother Zhao touched his face: "Then tell daddy, it is What?"

"It's red!" said the boy loudly.

Brother Zhao: "..."

It's probably because my husband has cheated me again.

The chilled watermelon tastes better, and Brother Zhao and Xiaofeng ate it with gusto.

Eyes narrowed.

The good boy didn't even sit on the stool, but squatted aside. He was a small lump, and his mouth kept moving and swallowing saliva. His eyes were burning, and he almost made a hole in the piece of watermelon in Brother Zhao's hand. .

Brother Zhao glanced at him, and the boy immediately smiled sweetly at him. His eyebrows were curved, his lips were red and his teeth were white: "Daddy, boy, I love you."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao said that Hearing nothing, he turned his back to him and continued eating watermelon.

Guaizi: "..."

Watermelon is cold in nature, and eating too much can easily cause stomach upset. Guaizi had already eaten quite a bit on the way back, so Fang Zichen wouldn't let him eat it.

The good boy wasn't angry either. He just turned around and looked eagerly at Xiaofeng.

Xiaofeng saw that Fang Zichen was talking to Brother Zhao and didn't pay attention to him. Seeing how pitiful he was, he secretly handed the watermelon to the good boy and took a small bite.

The sweet boy held the sweet and cool watermelon in his mouth and whispered: "Thank you, brother."

He didn't eat much, just took one bite, as if he wanted to taste it.

Brother Zhao and Guaizi have very similar hobbies, and they like these sour, sweet, or spicy snacks.

Seeing how happy he was eating, Fang Zichen felt that no matter how hard he worked, it was worth it, and it was not worth carrying him all the way back.

In the evening, they killed another chicken. After eating it happily, the family enjoyed the coolness in the courtyard.

Guaizi and Xiaofeng are bathing the dog. This little thing grows very fast. When it came, Guaizi could still carry it around the village. Now he straightens up and is even taller than Guaizi. Guaizi is taller than Guaizi. I can't hold it anymore.

Brother Zhao often makes bone soup for his good boy to drink. The dog has no shortage of bones to chew on. If he eats well, he will grow strong, his hair will be smooth and black, and he will look mighty and domineering.

There are many mosquitoes in summer, so Brother Zhao burned two bundles of mugwort and threw them in the yard during dinner.

There are many people on this grassy mountain. In the village, every household raises some poultry in the backyard or front yard. It is not a problem in winter, but the smell is strong in summer, and it is easy to attract mosquitoes.

Rich people would light some incense burners, while those without money would go up to the mountains to cut a bundle of mugwort and smoke it, and the mosquitoes would still be killed.

The rich have their own way of living, and the poor have their own way of living. The wormwood at home was cut by Xiaofeng and Guaizi on the mountain. This child is diligent and sensible, always looking for work. I think it was in the past Once you get used to it, you can't take it easy.

"Have you rented a house?" Brother Zhao asked, licking the ice cream.

"It's rented." Fang Zichen sat next to him and poked his face: "Are you not full after eating just now? Is this goat's milk expensive?"

"Not expensive." Brother Zhao said, "Cow's milk is more expensive. It's dozens of cents per pound!"

They are poor here and not many people can afford to raise cows. Naturally, cow's milk is expensive, while goat's milk is cheaper.

Brother Zhao has a quick mind, and Fang Zichen can figure out many things with just one word.

The previous mung bean ice cream was very successful.

The ice cream was just made yesterday. It has a fishy smell from goat's milk. It needs to be boiled with the vegetable leaves to remove the fishy smell. Then add corn starch and sugar and cook it slowly over fire. When it's cooked, pour it into a mold and put it on ice. Freeze in buckets.

In fact, if you have the conditions, you can add cream and cocoa powder, and the taste will be better. But if you don't have these things, you can only make a simple version of ice cream.

Brother Zhao sent some mung bean cakes to the store, and Brother Zhou and Li Yanmei liked them very much.

In the summer, it's hot and ice-cold, and it's as refreshing as a living god.

Brother Zhou thought Brother Zhao was launching a new food, but after waiting for two days, he didn't mention it again.

Brother Zhao is going to sell this thing in Yuanzhou. After doing business for so long, Brother Zhao has gradually become more courageous. He wants to launch new food immediately, but now the store is too crowded and there is really no place to display it. The shop also needs When it was due, Brother Zhao stopped fussing.

The house has four rooms, which is enough for living.

Brother Zhao told Lin Xiaoxia and Li Yanmei about moving out. These two people were not slaves at first, but they were sold into slavery as a last resort due to trouble. Lin Xiaoxia was alone, but Li Yanmei's father and brother were still there.

Brother Zhao thought that if these two people were unwilling to leave, he would go to the Yamen to cancel their slave status, but he would have to pay back the original ten taels of silver.

Lin Xiaoxia said he was willing to go to Yuanzhou with them.

He and Li Yanmei were both friends of Nian En. They had stayed in Yahang for a long time, but no one was willing to buy them. Lin Xiaoxia was a strong man, and some masters wanted to buy him back as a nursing home, but Li Yanmei and Jiaojiao But he didn't want to buy it. Yaxing knew that Lin Xiaoxia had done harm to the people and knew that he was unwilling, but it didn't force their family to separate.

But the dental shop is not a charity business. If it fails to sell, it will be sold to other states. If you change the dental shop, the other party will not miss the past. No one is willing to buy it, so the men will be sent to do hard work, and the women will be sent to other states. Just sell the building at a low price, you can't keep paying for it.

The maids and servants are not expensive, they are standard in appearance, skilled, and versatile, and only cost six or seven taels, while the cheaper ones only cost three taels.

It's so 'cheap' that not only big households can afford it, but even villagers can buy it with gritted teeth.

However, few people in the village bought slaves. In this era, the emphasis was on having more children and getting married early. There were many brothers and sisters in the family, and there was only so much land, so my family could do all the work. With a year's output, I couldn't even feed myself. , they don't need it and they can't afford it. The slaves don't know how to buy it. There are some men who can buy a wife, just like the Ma family. Because they have a fool son, ordinary people don't want to marry, so they buy a brother back and give it to the fool. Let me be your wife.

The fields have to be taxed, and the people have to pay taxes. When the slaves are bought, they have to pay taxes on a per capita basis. The taxes are heavy. When my brothers and sisters get old, they all want to marry them off early to save some money, not to mention it. I want to buy a slave.

Scholars are exempt from taxes and poll taxes.

Fang Zichen saved their family's lives, but the other party was also short of people, so leaving at this time was unreasonable.

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Moreover, they said they were slaves, but Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao never treated their family harshly, and gave them all the respect they deserved. They never insulted or punished them. This is no different from working for others. Working anywhere is not a job. ?

Although he used to make money as a businessman, he was away from home for several months and bandits were rampant. This job was like walking on a knife's edge. If you weren't careful, you would have to eat and sleep on the couch.

Lin Xiaoxia is not that ambitious. Now his life is stable and he is very satisfied.

Lin Xiaoxia and his family followed, and the house was more than enough. Guaizi is now four years old and can't stay in the room anymore, but he can live in the same room with Xiaofeng and just make the beds into upper and lower floors. Jiaojiao can also live in the same room as Guaizi and the others. They are all children anyway, so use Don't avoid suspicion.

She and her husband must live in one room, and there is one room left...

Brother Zhao is always careful with his budget.

The two of them had a lot of trouble at night while Guaizi was asleep. Before dawn the next day, Guaizi and Brother Zhao got up.

Brother Zhao had to be busy, so the good boy went outside and ran around the village. He came back soaked all over.

Xiaofeng fetched hot water and wiped his body before taking him to change clothes. In the yard, Aunt Liu and others were busy killing ducks.

After the good boy came into the house, everyone started chatting.

After Guaizi's legs healed, Fang Zichen changed his previous laziness. He got up early in the morning and led his children to run. Guaizi had been working with Brother Zhao since he was a child. He went up the mountains, went into ditches, and looked for wild vegetables everywhere. His physical strength was stronger than other children. It's better, but no matter how good it is, it's still a child. He couldn't run a few hundred meters on the first day. Fang Zichen asked him to rest. After he had enough rest, he continued running. For several months, the good boy now ran around the village. I can stop blushing and run out of breath.

The people in the village didn't know what they were doing, they just thought that the father and son were full.

Aunt Liu and others asked Brother Zhao, but Brother Zhao only said that the father and son were exercising, but no one understood what exercise was.

They only know how to work hard to fill their stomachs.

After that, the boy's strength increased, and Fang Zichen started to do other things. Everyone saw that he had buried a wooden pile in the yard without a cushion. Brother Zhao was afraid of hurting the child, so he laid a layer of straw underneath. Fang Zichen asked the boy to The boy wrapped his short legs around the wooden stake and hung upside down on it. The feeling of cerebral congestion was not pleasant. The boy's face was always flushed with congestion and he was sweating like rain. He would even be unable to breathe at first. Smooth, nauseated, and vomiting.

Fang Zichen went to the river to dig some sand, sifted it clean, made a sandbag and dropped it on the beam of the house. After hanging upside down, the good boy then walked on horseback again, squatting on the ground like a frog, jumping on the ground, grunting and punching, and swinging Kicking the sandbag with short legs, kicking forward, side kicking, and doing downward chops is just like playing. I have to train for one and a half to two hours every day.

Fang Zichen is always by his side, helping to correct his movements.

The good boy never complains about being tired, but it is easy to see that the child is working hard and suffering. Every time after training, the good boy gasps for air and has to rest for a while before he can recover. In the first moment, his legs are even more painful. I couldn't even walk. My whole body hurt so much that I couldn't sleep all night. When I hung upside down on a wooden stake, I was so uncomfortable that I cried.

When Fang Zichen saw him silently wiping his tears, he also thought about not training him, but the good boy didn't want to.

He didn't want to be beaten again, and he didn't want to see his father being beaten again. When he was beaten, it hurt so much that he wet his pants in pain.

Sometimes when he sleeps now, he still dreams about Sun Shangcheng grabbing his hair and punching him in the face. At that moment, there is a buzzing and dizzying pain in his eyes and head, and Sun Shangcheng is almost crazy and hot. The expression on his face made him scared. When he woke up, he would break out in a cold sweat and tremble uncontrollably. His whole body was engulfed by huge panic and fear, and he squeezed into Brother Zhao's arms.

Brother Zhao was tired during the day, slept deeply at night, and did not wake up. But for three years, his bones seemed to have memories. Even if he fell asleep and was unconscious, he would subconsciously and reflexively take the good boy into his arms. , as if to soothe him, patting his thin back gently, the good boy's little hands tightly grasped his clothes, buried them in his chest, breathing in the familiar breath, only at this time, the entanglement in the dream The fear and despair in my heart slowly dissipated.

He wants to be as strong as his father.

Then protect dad and father.

It hurt to see him "suffering" Aunt Liu and Uncle Liu, and they asked him if it hurt like this!

The good boy shook his head, with the sweat on his face, and said in a soft voice: "Father said that when you get something from hardships, benevolence is the best. Good boy doesn't feel the pain, and men can't be afraid of being tired."

Brother Zhao didn't stop him. Fang Zichen doted on his little son so much that he wanted to learn from him. Everyone looked heartbroken and felt that he was being messed with, but they didn't say much and let them mess around.

Until a few days ago, Guaizi and Xiaofeng were digging for earthworms and pulling goat grass outside. Liu Gouzi saw Xiaofeng wearing new clothes and eating mung bean cake. Although he didn't know what mung bean cake was, Liu Liu and He Xiaodong and the others After eating at Fang's house, I said when I got home that the popsicles and mung bean cakes were sweet, ice-cold, and delicious, a hundred times more delicious than caramel and meat.

People in the village, regardless of adults or children, always think that sugar and meat are extremely delicious, and no one has ever tasted the most delicious ones. However, sugar is not cheap, and ice is even more expensive in summer. There is a market but no price. They don't sell it in town. I heard that some businessmen outside dig cellars to store some ice in winter and then sell it in summer. A barrel costs several taels, and only wealthy people can afford it.

Brother Zhao was able to get it, and I think it cost a lot of money.

When Liu Gouzi saw Xiaofeng eating several times, he felt jealous and couldn't help saying a few sour words that day.

Xiaofeng was my brother's business. Apart from a few people around him who knew about it, the only one who was far away was Yang Mutao. When Yang Mutao came over during the Chinese New Year, Yang Mingyi and Xiaofeng slept together. For fear of causing unnecessary misunderstandings, Brother Zhao told the matter Having said that, everyone else always thought that he was a young man. Liu Gouzi was not clean. He heard Aunt He say that Fang Zichen had not been here for the past few days. Did he serve Brother Zhao to the bed? That's why Brother Zhao loves him so much and lets him eat this precious thing every day.

"No, no, you, you don't, don't talk nonsense."

Xiaofeng stuttered badly and couldn't explain clearly. He couldn't say any ugly curse words. His eyes turned red when he said it. He called Liu Gouzi Shut up. When Fang Zichen was holding him down and playing with the good boy, Liu Gouzi lost half his life. His thumb swelled into a big egg. It hurt so much that he couldn't sleep or move for several days. He swore that in this life, Don't provoke this family of bandits anymore. Even if he has to go to the fields and pass by the village elder's house, he will stay far away. The same is true when he meets Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao. He hides from others like He was hiding from the plague dog, but now that the scar had healed and he had forgotten the pain, Liu Gouzi thought that Fang Zichen was not here, and as long as he didn't go too far, the other party would not do anything to him, so he not only didn't shut up, but also said a few more words.

Guaizi is young, but he is already four years old. He hangs out with Fang Zichen and now understands many things. He knows that this is not a good thing. Seeing Xiaofeng's eyes red, he told Liu Gouzi to shut up, but Liu Gouzi ignored him. , Guaizi frowned and said that it was wrong for him to do this and he could not speak ill of others. This was wrong and not good.

Tell him not to speak ill of his father and brother again, otherwise he will be beaten.

Liu Gouzi thought he was a good boy and didn't understand, so he spat at him: "Bah..."

The spit didn't hit him, but it was full of insult. If he were an adult, he would probably punch him, but what did Liu Gouzi think the child knew? As long as you don't do anything to them, they don't feel bullied.

If you weren't bullied, you would just turn around and play and forget about it, so you wouldn't think of complaining when you get home.

It was already polite before fighting. The warning was ineffective, but now the other party was still so humiliated. Seeing that Liu Gouzi was still rude, the good boy frowned, stepped back on his short legs, took a few steps to Liu Gouzi and jumped up. , although the small feet were only as big as an egg, they swept towards the side of Liu Gouzi's face neatly and fiercely.

There were many people around at that time. Liu Gouzi spoke in a low voice and no one heard him clearly. However, they all paid attention to the situation over there. When they saw the good boy jumping so high, they were all so surprised that they opened their mouths. , but no one paid much attention to it. Even if they jumped high, children are still children. A kick is not much different from a tickle.

The appearance and size of Guaizi have not changed much. He is still small. Everyone subconsciously thinks that he is still three years old.

When Liu Gouzi screamed and fell to the ground, covering his face and rolling around, everyone thought that he was acting quite like that, and that he was trying to blackmail the Fang family's money, until they saw him vomiting a mouthful of blood. When there were still two teeth lying inside, everyone was stunned.

I'll be a good boy.

The eyes of several people looking at Guaizi suddenly changed.

The news spread quickly, and Guaizi became famous with one kick. Only then did the villagers realize that he was not just eating enough to support himself before, but that he was learning martial arts!

Although I don't know what the relationship between martial arts and running is.

When the women and husbands working at Fang's house heard about this, they remembered what Fang Zichen always said when the boy kicked him in the side, focusing on his feet to get a fatal blow and some strength training.

At that time, I didn't quite understand what I was saying. I always felt like I was doing something random and could I still concentrate? Now I know.

The child is only four years old. Whether it is Taekwondo, Sanda or Karate, it is not good if he learns it too early. It is best to start learning after the age of five, because before the age of five, the child's bones are not fully developed and the ligaments are not easy to pull apart. , the memory is not very good, so it is better to wait until the bones are fully developed before practicing.

But Fang Zichen was very afraid. He was not bragging. Looking at the entire Xiaohe Village and even the entire Fu'an Town, if anyone wanted to say whose child was the most exquisite, it would undoubtedly be this little bastard from his family. Every time he looked at the sweet boy, he smiled sweetly. He was proud and afraid of his sweet, squishy little appearance.

There are young brothers in this era, so I'm afraid there are a lot of gays. If he meets a scum like Sun Shangcheng again, won't his son have to suffer again?

As a married man like him, when he walked out, not only the girls and boys were ogling him, but last time a thin man waving a fan came over to chat with him and asked him if he wanted to do something exciting. He sacrificed himself to accompany him. I just want a spring night.

At his age, no one would let him go. His ears are still tender, his face is as white as egg white, and he seems to be able to squeeze out water. Sometimes he even wants to bite his little face, let alone Someone else.

It has to be done!

Sun Shangcheng was a big wake-up call for him.

It's better to learn some self-protection skills. He can't stay next to his children and protect them every day.

If something happens to the child again, let alone what will happen to Brother Zhao, he may faint first.

Over and over again, even if the heart is as big as a plate, I'm afraid it won't be able to withstand it.

Moreover, practicing Taekwondo is very beneficial. It can not only strengthen the body, but also teach children to be more polite and etiquette, and they can learn the good character of perseverance, hard work and hard work.

Just be early! As long as he pays attention and doesn't let the child get hurt, it will be fine.

Chapter 234

It may be that he ate too many wild vegetables. I have to say that Guaizi is smart and can endure hardships. Fang Zichen only demonstrated many moves once, and he was able to memorize them accurately. Fang Zichen was not there for a few days. He didn't need anyone to supervise him. He would get up by himself in the morning and go for a run. When he came back, he would practice his movements by chirping and chirping. He could also fetch water and wipe himself, but he didn't wipe it very clean, and the scar on his back was not healed. I couldn't apply the medicine myself, so I asked Xiaofeng to help.

After changing his clothes, he had a basket on his arm, which contained a small hoe that Fang Zichen had specially made for him. Like a virtuous woman, he began to go out in the mountains and fields to find wild vegetables.

There are many wild vegetables on the mountain, including wild onions, water celery, shepherd's purse, kohlrabi, and yams. They are all edible and taste good.

Brother Zhao is good at cooking, and he added too much oil, so Fang Zichen can eat what he cooks.

He had a shadow of wild vegetables, and it was because that bowl of wild vegetable soup without oil or salt scared him.

Brother Zhao went to deliver goods to the store that day and checked the account casually. The store sells a lot of food, and it's not a single model. If you don't like roast duck, you may also like chili sauce. If you don't like chili sauce, you may also like braised duck feet. In short, the business in the store is good, and there are often customers. After all costs, , I made more than forty taels in this half month.

If you move to Yuanzhou, although the store rent is more expensive, there are more people there, so you should be able to earn more.

In the evening, Brother Zhou and Brother Zhao returned to the village, and Brother Zhao told them that they were going to Yuanzhou.

Brother Zhou knew about this. He felt a little bit reluctant when he first heard about it. But at the beginning of the year, he thought that there was still almost half a year. It was still a long time, and he didn't have any real feeling. But now it seems that half a year has passed in just a blink of an eye. Unknowingly, it is now August. Seeing that the time is passing faster and faster, Brother Zhao has even packed up the bedding and some winter clothes. Only then does Brother Zhou return to reality - Brother Zhao is I really have to leave.

After all, he is his only friend. They have known each other for more than ten years. Brother Zhao previously told Fang Zichen that when Liu Xiaowen was away, Brother Zhou was his only friend, and the same was true for Brother Zhou.

He knew that Brother Zhao might never come back once he left. If Fang Zichen passed the exam, he would even go further. If he failed to pass the exam, he might not settle in Yuanzhou.

The journey to Yuanzhou is not that far, and we can meet up if we really want to, but in the end it is not as convenient as it is now.

Fang Zichen is not a big talker, and he has a good reputation. Brother Zhao was kidnapped at the age of seven and already has memories. He knows that his home is in the capital. He also told Fang Zichen about this. After Fang Zichen found out, he vowed He told him that within three years, he would take him to Beijing and help him find his parents.

If he dares to say this, it must be possible.

Brother Zhou also knows this. It's thousands of miles away from the capital to Fu'an Town. The road is long and the carriages and horses are slow, and the outside is turbulent. If we say goodbye here, I'm afraid I won't be able to see each other until I die.

Most people in the world meet because of fate. When fate comes, they will meet each other across the world. When fate ends, even if you can visit Fuan Town on two legs in an hour, you may still be separated. Missed by the crowd, never seen again.

As he thought about it, his heart became sore. Seeing that he lowered his head and said nothing, Brother Zhao also fell silent.

The sky was clear, with only a few clouds floating in the blue sky. The afterglow of the setting sun infected the clouds on the horizon, making them orange. The wild grass on the roadside is lush and green, and before nightfall, the insects in the grass are already chirping. From the distant mountains and forests, there are also bursts of birdsong, and occasionally a few fly out with colorful wings. come out.

Human beings have joys and sorrows, emotions and desires, but plants, trees, birds and insects do not seem to have such things.

They didn't understand the melancholy of the two brothers, so they screamed fiercely.

Putting aside the slightly depressed mood at this time, and taking a closer look, there are mountains on the right side of the road, and vast fields on the left. There are three or three people working in the fields with hoes, and the breath is filled with the fragrance of green grass.

Although farm work is hard, if there is no future, most of the villagers will circle around this three-thirds of an acre of land all their lives. The disturbances in the outside world have nothing to do with them. It is like living here in seclusion, unable to travel around the world and enjoy the customs and customs. But the family is in harmony, healthy, and does not have to suffer the pain of separation, which is a good thing.

Brother Zhao used to resent this place and couldn't wait to escape from here. He regarded this place as a hell where he was imprisoned. He felt that every flower blooming on the roadside exuded the stench of humanity. He was like an evil ghost who had done many evil things and came here to suffer and atone for his sins. , Hell is dark, so he has never taken it seriously. Now that his mentality has changed, and he looks at the peaceful and peaceful scene again, he feels a trace of reluctance in his heart.

After all, this is the place where I have lived for more than ten years. Even though it was dark before, now it is clear that the clouds are clearing and the moon is bright.

He and Fang Zichen met and got acquainted here for the first time, and lived here together for more than a year. This place witnessed every moment between them, which made him fall in love with the village again.

Brother Zhao was silent for a while and then said, "Do you want to go with me?"

"Ah?" Brother Zhou suddenly raised his head.

Seeing that his eyes were red, Brother Zhao pursed his lips and repeated: "Do you want to go to Yuanzhou with me? My husband said that when he arrived in Yuanzhou, he would go to school and there would be no time to continue teaching children, so he planned to When you get there, find a wife or a college for your child. The commercial building he rented is quite large, with four rooms."

Brother Zhou paused.

Brother Zhao continued: "Now the shops in this town are small, there are not many wealthy people, and the business is not very good, but Yuanzhou is different. Although I have never been there, my husband said that the business will be better there. Do it, if you go and work with me, I will definitely not pay you any more. The store includes food and accommodation, and you don't need any extra expenses."

Fang Zichen drew a big picture for Brother Zhao and added. Shang Zhao Ge'er is "thinking" again. He thinks that if he gets Yuanzhou, he can make a lot of money. I'm afraid the money can't be put in a jar, so he has to use a big sack, so he will make a profit of dozens of taels in half a month. Didn't even take it seriously.

But Brother Zhou is different.

He has never read the account books in the store, and he can't calculate clearly, but he has the best relationship with Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao doesn't care about some things. He knows some of the food costs. The store is overcrowded every day. , there is not enough to buy anything, they sell miscellaneous items, regardless of other things, just the roast duck and hot sauce that he is responsible for, he can earn almost several taels a day, not to mention the duck feet roll noodles and so on.

Now he can earn nearly 900 yuan a month as salary. If the business is good, he can earn more...

Brother Zhao said, "Business is not easy to do." Does this still count as not being easy to do? So to what extent is it easy to do?

He is not in his twilight years. Like Brother Zhao, he has just turned 20. In his heart, young people yearn for the broader sky outside. No one wants to be unknown and trapped in one place forever.

I couldn't get out before, I didn't have the ability, but now it's different.

Brother Zhou's face was red, and his eyes unconsciously revealed a bit of longing.

He put his arms around Brother Zhao's shoulders and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao, you are really my good buddy. It's not in vain that I helped you cut pig grass every day when I was a child."

Brother Zhao: "... this matter You should go back and discuss it with Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu!"

"Yes!

" "My husband plans to leave on the 20th. Brother Zhao said.

Brother Zhou was a little surprised: "So fast?" Isn't the shop due yet? Don't wait until the end of the month?

Brother Zhao shook his head gently: "No wait. " "

He can't wait to go to Yuanzhou to make a lot of money.

Brother Zhou returned home and told the story during dinner.

Aunt Liu had been working at Fang's house in the afternoon. After finishing her work, she went directly to the vegetable field when she came back. She was hungry and tired. After hearing this, she stopped using her chopsticks.

"Brother Zhao asked you to go to Yuanzhou with us?"

"Yeah!" Brother Zhou said, "Fang Zichen rented a large commercial building."

"What is a large commercial building?" Uncle Liu asked hesitantly.

Brother Zhou didn't know, Brother Zhao said briefly to him, and then said as he said: "In front is the shop, and in the back is the small courtyard where I live." Seeing Uncle Liu still looking confused, Brother Zhou said : "It should be the same as the shop in town. People can live in the back, but it is larger, with a very spacious yard and four rooms."

Uncle Liu understood what he said. After all, he had been there when it opened. I looked around inside and outside. Although there was only one room, it was quite spacious. It was made of blue bricks and tiles and was clean. It was incomparable with their mud house. The commercial house in Yuanzhou was bigger - "That month How much is it?"

Brother Zhou shook his head: "I don't know, I forgot to ask."

"My ex asked Mr. Fang, and he seemed to say it was ten taels."

Uncle Liu was not as calm as Aunt Liu. His hands shook and he almost dropped his chopsticks.

Twelve?

Just twelve taels a month? No one in the village can make this kind of money in a year.

"I was as surprised as you at the beginning." Aunt He smiled, put the dish he dropped on the table into her bowl, and said: "Fang Xiaozi said that Yaxing originally shouted twenty taels, and he With..." She paused and thought hard for a while: "Oh, I cut off half of it with my sharp tongue." Thinking of Fang Zichen talking about this, he put his finger on his waist and smiled complacently. Aunt He found it funny that she couldn't see her teeth.

Brother Zhou also laughed: "He's probably bragging. If it's really twenty taels and I cut him half of it, I'm afraid I'll lose money to death."

Aunt Liu nodded in agreement, but the house price in Yuanzhou must be higher than It's expensive in the town. I haven't seen it anywhere, but the four rooms are spacious enough. Renting them for ten taels of silver is indeed a profit. If not, Fang Xiaozi would be so ridiculous.

Everyone can see how good Brother Zhao's business is.

Sixty ducks a day were sold, and not a single one was left. Hundreds of kilograms of peppers and garlic were produced every day, and the hot sauce made was barely enough to buy. Many people in the village made a profit just by selling peppers to Brother Zhao during this period. Quite a few, I see people going to the town to buy meat every now and then. They were never so 'lavish' before, let alone Brother Zhao, otherwise he wouldn't be renting such a big shop.

Chapter 235:

Yoyo is cheering for rice.

In the past, the conditions at home were not good, and I was not willing to add oil or salt when cooking. The clear soup was not delicious and the children ate less. Now that I have earned some money, the vegetables are fried in oil, and the children can eat less than half a bowl at every meal. meal.

The fact that our family can live such a good life now is all thanks to Brother Zhao.

Brother Zhou works in the store, and she does odd jobs for Brother Zhao to help kill ducks. She earns more than ten yuan a day, and a lot in a month. Nowadays, there are more ducks killed, and the ducks have more blood. Brother Zhao also Being generous, he let them share it and take it back to eat. If it were converted into silver, it would cost two or three coins a day!

It was a pity at the time that Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen left, and the family was afraid that the family would have to go back to the hard days of not having enough food and clothing, but it would be great if Brother Zhou could go with him.

Moreover, what Brother Zhao said...

Aunt Liu looked at Liuyou.

Yoyo is already over four years old. This child is an easy learner. He goes to the good boy every day to learn how to read with Fang Zichen. He doesn't go out to play when he comes back. He always writes on the ground with wooden sticks. If he wasn't like this, Aunt Liu wouldn't be able to read. What do you think, but now that the child is so diligent and eager to learn calligraphy, Aunt Liu has thought about sending her child to learn.

For poor families, studying is the only way out. They are no better than other families in the village, like the village chief and Heda Leng's family. They have lived here for generations and have many fields. They have no other way out. They have to work hard when they come back, take care of the fields and eat well. full.

The Liu family is different. They fled from famine and worked hard for decades. They only have a hut and a few acres of thin fields, and they don't even have enough to eat. If they guard the little land at home, their children will have to be like them in the future. Suffering, descendants, descendants, has no end.

But reading is not about wanting to read.

Not to mention that the academy is far away from the village, and the children are still young, so it is inconvenient to go back and forth. Even if they go to school when they are older, the annual expenses are not affordable for families like them.

Now that Brother Zhao has given them a way out, they have to go.

Brother Zhou replied the next day.

He wanted to go, but the land at home was planted with corn, which could not be harvested until the end of the month. He thought about taking the corn back before going, otherwise the two old men would be too busy.

Brother Zhao said: "It's all fine." He thought for a moment and then said: "Don't worry if Aunt Liu and Uncle Liu are at home alone. You can go together when they are done."

"Where can we live comfortably? ." Brother Zhou said.

"You can rent a small yard by yourself." Brother Zhao said: "Not close to the street, but farther in, a two-bedroom apartment with a few hundred yuan a month. Aunt Liu and Uncle Liu can go to the store to work, so If you can afford it, take Liuyou with you and let him study there. "

Yuanzhou is no different from modern big cities. They say that housing prices in big cities are expensive, but places far away from buses and subways don't have enough lighting. Good land can cost hundreds of dollars a month.

When he arrived in Yuanzhou, he had to hire someone for the job of killing ducks, so that the money would not go to outsiders. Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu had helped him a lot in the past, and he couldn't forget it - when he was giving birth to a good boy, Liu Xiaowen secretly brought it to him over the wall in the middle of the night. Chicken soup, in the cold winter months, in order to prevent the chicken soup from getting cold, he covered it in his clothes and it was so hot that his belly got blisters.

The first piece of candy he ate was stolen from home by Brother Zhou and given to him on his birthday. Brother Zhou was beaten by Father Zhou for this.

During the busy farming season in August, he was hunched over harvesting crops by himself. When he couldn't finish harvesting, Ma's family beat him. They were afraid that he would not be able to harvest in a hurry because of the rain and would not give him a rest and made him harvest all night. Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu came to help in the dark. He does this every year.

A person must have a conscience. Now that he is doing well, if he can help within his ability, he will definitely help.

Just because of his kindness, he paid Brother Zhou quite a lot of wages, and the wages paid to Zuixiaolou were even lower than his wages.

Brother Zhou is also diligent in his work, so he and Lin Xiaoxia are the only couple in the store who can keep busy, and Brother Zhao doesn't have to worry about it at all.

In mid-August, the store ceased business.

Everyone knew that this was done by Mr. Fang, and they all knew that Fang Zichen was going to Yuanzhou to study with him. He thought that it would be a good idea to go there, take the exam, and earn face for them in Fu'an Town. But when he thought about it, he would never go to Yuanzhou again. I can't eat the roast duck with pickled claws anymore, and I can't bear to do it.

If you buy too much of the hot sauce, you can save it, but you can't save the duck feet roll noodles.

Everyone felt that

the shop was closed, and some diners lingered outside reluctantly.

"Actually, I don't think Fang Xiucai has to go to Yuanzhou to study. I think Anhe Academy is very good. There is a boy next door to Anhe Academy. He has been there for only half a year and can write a few words.

"Oh, a few words in half a year. If I go there, I can write a hundred with my toes in half a year." "

Anhe Academy is not good. The masters there are all scholars, and they are all scholars." They're all the same, how can they teach others? Besides, if they had that kind of strength, they would have passed the examination themselves. " What everyone is more reluctant to part with is the hot sauce

.

, if the husband of the Fang family moved to Yuanzhou, then there must be hawkers who would buy goods with him and resell them, but it might be more expensive.

On the eighteenth day, Yang Mutao was a guest and asked Fang Zichen to take Brother Zhao and the two children over for dinner as a farewell.

The good boy ate a lot. He gnawed several chicken legs and two lion heads by himself. This was not the first time Yang Mutao had dinner with him. They had eaten together when they were young, but the good boy could not be so fierce at that time. , knowing that he was a guest outside, the good boy ate politely, remembering what Brother Zhao taught him, he only picked up the dishes in front of him, did not turn over them randomly, kept his chopsticks clean, and did not bring rice grains. The etiquette was in place and he ate well. Chewing slowly, he finished a bowl of rice, and the maid asked him if he wanted more? He nodded and said he wanted it. The maid was afraid that he wouldn't be able to finish it, so she ate half of the second bowl. He took it with both hands and said thank you to sister. After finishing the second bowl, he called out to sister again and said she wanted more. Want to have another bowl.

The maid was so sweet by the voice of sister.

He ate three bowls in a row, and Yang Mutao was dumbfounded. When he came back from Suping Town, Fang Zichen said that his son could eat a watermelon by himself. Yang Mutao thought he was bragging at the time, but now he sees the good boy working left and right, eating deliciously. I believe it.

Sure enough, there are masters everywhere in the world!

He swallowed and gave the boy a piece of meat.

The good boy smiled at him.

"Thank you, Grandpa! Grandpa is also a Westerner. Only by Westerners can he grow taller."

Yang Mutao smiled and touched his head.

After dinner, Yang Mutao took his three children for a stroll in the yard. Fang Zichen and Zhao Geer were feeding fish by the pond. Someone gave Yang Mutao a fish in front of him. It was all red and had two long whiskers. Fang Zichen and Zhao Geer My brother squatted nearby and watched in wonder.

"This fish looks quite delicious." Seeing Yang Mutao walking away, Fang Zichen whispered like a thief, "How about we catch it secretly and grill it?"

Brother Zhao: "... "

Brother Zhao choked and said, "If Boss Yang finds out, he should beat you."

"Don't be afraid. If it tastes good, we will eat it. If it doesn't taste good, we will eat it. Who will doubt us if the corpse is destroyed?" interested in.

In the ornamental pond in the villa area, the goldfish in it were very big and fat. He wanted to catch them and taste them. His second brother said that goldfish were not edible because they were hybrids of crucian carps and had genetic mutations. , eating people will turn into Godzilla, a big monster.

Fang Zichen has been smart since he was a child, so he won't be fooled, but he is very curious.

Brother Zhao's eyes gleamed when he saw him staring at the goldfish. He was really afraid that if he left, he would go into the pond to fish.

Yang Mutao walked around for a while and asked the maid to bring some fruits to the young ones to eat.

Xiaofeng has lived in Fang's house for more than half a year. Now he has gained weight and is paler. Although his appearance is not as exquisite as Yang Mingyi's, he is still very delicate.

The three children sat in a row, not knowing what they were happy about after eating the fruit. They seemed to be half-smiling after eating the fruit. They kept giggling endlessly, looking docile and harmless.

Yang Mutao sat across from them, looking at them, his heart filled with excitement.

It would be beautiful if all three of them belonged to my own family. The family would definitely be very lively.

"Brother Yi, Xiaofeng," Yang Mutao asked with a smile on his face, a bit jokingly: "You are close in age, and you are not young now. Have you ever thought about what kind of husband you will find in the future?"

Brother Ordinary Girl When asked about this, his son couldn't help but feel ashamed, but Yang Mingyi had no expression on his face. He pondered for a while and said: "Brother Fang is like that."

Yang Mutao: "..."

This damn kid!

Shouldn't we say something like 'Father, you are like this'? What's so good about being like Fang Ge or Fang Zichen? I just think about taking advantage of others all day long and don't do my job properly.

Yang Mutao had no choice but to turn around and said: "Where is Xiaofeng?"

Xiaofeng said without hesitation: "Like, with Yi, Brother Yi."

The good boy frowned and shook his two short legs: "That's difficult. "

Yang Mutao looked at him: "What's the difficulty?" Fang Zichen's appearance is outstanding. It is indeed difficult to find someone with such a skinny personality, but it should not be difficult for him to be so stubborn and love to take advantage!

"My father has outstanding appearance, handsome appearance, extraordinary handsomeness, dedicated and dedicated, diligent and thrifty in running the house, respecting the old and loving the young, wise and benevolent, unparalleled and unique in the world," the good boy said distressedly: "Father said that birds, like him, gather thousands of people. There are few handsome men who have all the best qualities in one body. Not one can be found in eight hundred years. My father's ancestral grave was bombed to pieces, so I have to find someone like my father. Yang Zhu and my brother want to find someone like their father, but it's not possible. It seems that you are going to be old virgins. Sigh~" After saying this, he covered his mouth with his little hand and laughed.

Yang Mingyi: "..."

Xiaofeng: "..."

Yang Mutao cleared his throat: "What do you think of Grandpa Yang?"

The good boy tilted his head. He is a very honest child. Look, Looking at Yang Mutao, there were many old grandfathers on the street and in the village. He had seen a lot of them and said: "Grandpa, they are all tied up like this. They are tied everywhere. You can catch a lot of them."

Yang Mutao: "..."

It was really for nothing just now. The dead kid has a piece of meat.

Yang Mutao reached out and pinched his face, and the good boy was still smiling.

After eating the fruit, the three children went shopping again. Yang Mutao was a little tired and did not follow.

After a while, Yang Mingyi's exclamation came from the small bamboo forest.

Chapter 236

Yang Mutao looked for the sound and saw that Guaizi's forehead was red and a thin brick on the ground was cracked in half.

This is paved on the road, and it's not very thick.

"What's going on? Is this... a collision?"

"No, no, no." Guai Zai touched his forehead and said, "Guai Zai just performed Iron Head Kung Fu for Yang Zhu again."

This child is Tired of living?

Yang Mutao was choked. He hurried over, squatted down and pushed away the little hair from Guaizi's forehead. He found that there was no bleeding, but it was just a little dented: "Are you okay! Does it hurt? Do you want grandpa to find a doctor for you?

"No need to look for it, it's okay, Grandpa, don't worry. "

Yang Mutao stretched out his hand and pinched his butt: "Why are you performing Iron Head Kung Fu?"

The good boy blinked his big eyes, heard something wrong, and asked an unexpected question: "Ah, click, knock down, that's how you perform!"

Yang Mutao choked again. After thinking about it for a while, I still advised him not to practice anymore. What should I do if he gets knocked unconscious after practicing for a while?

But Guaizi said that this is his unique skill, which symbolizes his masculinity and does not need to be practiced.

Yang Mutao turned around and asked Fang Zichen to take good care of his son, otherwise something would happen.

Fang Zichen thought it was nothing.

The good boy has a very hard forehead, and this kid has a special body just like him.

A few days ago, I was opening a watermelon, and this kid opened it with his head. He didn't know that his son had this ability before, so he was frightened on the spot, fearing that he would get a concussion or something, but the child muttered He said it was okay. He often hit his head against other things in the past. Fang Zichen felt relieved when he saw that he didn't stagger when walking and could chew several slices of watermelon.

This kid was born in the wrong place, with this big iron head, if he were born in modern times, he would definitely take him to Spain to sweep through all the major bullrings.

Brother Zhao would be worried and troubled if the good boy ate too much, but Fang Zichen was not worried at all.

He was like this when he was a child.

When he was more than two years old, he was holding a big plate to eat. Both his eldest and second brothers were humbled by him and admired him to the point of admiration.

The family's gold-medal nanny has taken care of the eldest and second brothers. She knows where the child's eating limit is and is willing to feed him like this. Each time, he only eats half a bowl, and then adds various meat and vegetables and milk.

There are more vegetables than meat, sometimes carrots and broccoli, some chicken legs, some caviar, a red shrimp, a few small cherries, half a piece of sweet corn, miscellaneous things, although there are many categories, the quantity is really small , after a week, Fang Zichen became as thin as dried meat, and he appeared double when he looked at people. The nanny had no choice but to give him a bowl.

Fang Zichen still complained that he was hungry after eating.

The eldest brother and the second brother felt that the nanny had changed and the younger brother was being abused, so they went to school and secretly called their parents who were on a business trip across the ocean.

The eldest brother and the second brother went to a private international primary school. The school combines the most advanced concepts of international education with excellent Chinese cultural characteristics. It has excellent teachers and good educational resources, as well as a wealth of extra-curricular activities and artistic specialty courses. The school is strict and does not allow mobile phones, but the second brother always finds a way to smuggle mobile phones in.

The call was from the second brother. He said that the younger brother was starving to death. Now he was lying in bed and couldn't get up. He was so thin that only a layer of skin was left. The nanny had rebelled. She must have received money from some evil force and secretly treated the younger brother. Let me kill you, parents, come back soon. If you don't come back, the grass on my little brother's grave will be three feet high.

He hid in the toilet, holding the phone and talking, with true feelings and tears. He told the details of how the nanny 'abused' his little brother, and then vividly described Fang Zichen's miserable situation, adding fuel and jealousy, and making Fang Zichen miserable. She was said to be a stepmother who was so hungry that she was admitted to the ICU, and now she is lingering and dying, with only her last breath left.

"I sneaked into my little brother's room in the middle of the night a few days ago. He was already in a deep coma. He didn't wake up no matter how much I screamed."

"Yesterday morning, I finally woke up early and sent my eldest brother and I to school. He couldn't even take two steps. When I got to the car, I vomited blood again. Aunt Jiang lied to me and said it was because my brother ate too many strawberries in the refrigerator early in the morning and had gastrointestinal discomfort. He also smelled the oil in the Rolls-Royce Phantom. She just vomited because she was used to it. It wasn't blood. She thought I was young, so she deceived me. But in fact, my true identity is a murderous, cold, handsome, elusive, and emotionless little agent. She is extremely sensitive to the smell of blood. You can't lie to me, and it's not like my brother can't get used to it. He often comes to school with Uncle Liang to pick up my eldest brother and I, and we're used to it."

"She gave my brother two pieces of meat in one meal and poisoned him. My eldest brother has seen that. The box said it was AC calcium tablets imported from abroad, but my intuition told me that the real AC calcium tablets had been swapped. The medicine she was giving her brother now should be a newly developed medicine by their organization. It would be fine for the first time, but After eating enough for ninety-nine and eighty-one days, my brother will bleed to death from his orifices. My brother is now too thin to look like a human. I am so pitiful. I am too strong. I will definitely see blood when I strike, but the organization prevents me from being exposed. As an agent, I can't save my brother. Mom and dad, please come back! I only have one brother! If you don't come back, you will have to collect his body, wuwuwu..."

Fang's father and Fang's mother After hearing what he said, he just said calmly and indifferently: "You should watch less movies. If you continue to behave like this, I will send you to a mental hospital." Then he hung up the phone ruthlessly.

In the eyes of Fang's father and mother, Fang's second brother is a bear. It's impossible for the nanny to abuse their youngest son.

This Aunt Jiang has been working at home for almost ten years. If she is really such a person, it is impossible for her dick to be as fat as a bear.

The second brother had no choice but to run to the eldest brother. The eldest brother personally called Fang's father and Fang's mother. Only then did Fang's father and mother realize the seriousness of the matter and immediately called the nanny.

Aunt Jiang said, if you don't call me, I want to call you too. She said that the third young master seemed to have some health problems. Before she could finish her words, Fang's father and mother flew back overnight without even caring about work.

When they first adopted Fang Zichen, they took him to the hospital at home for a comprehensive check-up. Most of the abandoned children were because they couldn't afford to raise them, or they didn't want them, or because they had problems with the children themselves. But at that time, the doctor said that the children Good health and no problem.

Now that the nanny said something was wrong with the child, Fang's father and mother were very worried. When they came back, they immediately took the child to the hospital. The doctors checked back and forth and said that the child was fine!

Mother Fang has short shoulder-length hair and is dressed in a smart, simple but high-end suit. She said sadly: "The aunt at home said that the child ate too much. Did he have a stomach rupture?" After saying this, she knew. If you worry about yourself, you will be in trouble.

She looked at Fang Zichen, who was wrapped tightly in his arms by Fang's father in a black trench coat and was munching chocolate with concentration - his stomach was broken, this little son was still in the mood to eat chocolate? I'm afraid that if Jin Doudou falls out early, I won't be able to coax him.

The middle-aged bald authoritative doctor pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, trying to comfort the worried chaebol lady who was decisive in shopping malls and often appeared in financial reports. Now she was so panicked that her heart was in her throat:

"Children eat There are more, which may be related to genetic factors, eating habits, food factors, and heavy exercise. If the child exercises too much and consumes too much, it is normal for the baby to eat more. There is no need to worry about the baby having no other physical discomfort. It is generally normal. "

When Aunt Jiang heard this, she nodded in agreement and said, "It's normal for the child to eat more, but my young master is not just eating too much." The doctor

looked at her and said, "That's it?"

Auntie obviously came well prepared, carrying two large bags full of small lunches she had made.

As she took out the food boxes one by one and placed them on the table, she said: "The young master gets hungry very quickly. I don't dare to feed him too much at one time, so I always have it ready."

She practices Fang Zichen's practice of eating less . The principle is to eat multiple meals, but the eldest brother and the second brother come back from school every day and eat together. Seeing that she only gives Fang Zichen a small amount of rice. After Fang Zichen finishes his children's meal, he looks at the food on the table eagerly. The eldest brother and the second brother can't do it. I thought my brother was being abused.

Fang Zichen couldn't ask for food from the nanny, so he went to ask for food from his two brothers. At that time, the eldest brother and the second brother were not very old, so they didn't know how much food the children should eat. When he saw two big sesame seeds that he bought and smuggled into the house, they were almost more than a kilogram. Fang Zichen finished the meal in one go. After eating, he patted his belly and said he wasn't full. The eldest and second brothers knew that his younger brother was a big mess.

They were not there when Aunt Jiang gave Fang Zichen extra food. She only gave Fang Zichen two mouthfuls of food. Isn't this abuse?

It's so abominable to treat their little brother so harshly. He is so young, so sensible and so cute. They all want to take him to school with him. Auntie is so heartless and inhumane.

After setting up the food box, Aunt Jiang reached out to Fang Zichen and asked, "Young Master, do you want to eat a lunch box?"

"I want to eat." After Fang Zichen finished speaking, he held Father Fang's face and asked, "Dad, can I Do you want to eat?"

His hands were soft and the desire was obvious in his eyes. Father Fang couldn't bear to refuse, so just eat! It doesn't matter if it's just a two-bit lunch. If he wants to eat an atomic bomb, he can find it.

Then Fang's father and mother and the doctor saw him sitting upright on the stool, swinging his feet, grabbing a fork, and finished all four boxes of lunches, even the lettuce leaves at the bottom.

Father Fang swallowed uncontrollably.

Those four boxes of lunch boxes were too much for him to eat by himself. His youngest son was only two years old!

Mother Fang hurriedly touched his belly, but saw that his belly was only slightly swollen.

The doctor was horrified.

At first, I swore that my child was not sick, but now I am afraid that he is seriously ill.

I went through blood tests and various X-ray examinations over and over again. After going to the internal medicine department, I went to the surgery department, and after the internal medicine department, I went to the pediatric department. I walked upstairs and downstairs. Fortunately, it was my own hospital, so I didn't have to queue up to make an appointment. I was always the young master of the BOSS family. There was something wrong, so gold medal doctors from various departments rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night and punished him severely. Fang's parents even took him to the otolaryngology department, but the final examination still showed that there was nothing wrong with the child because he could eat and sleep. , The body is simply awesome.

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Chapter 237:

Changed hospital, still the same. I don't know how this matter came to the old man. The grandparents were worried and asked Fang's father and mother to take the child to the military hospital for a check-up. This would show that the child had nothing but slight malnutrition. question.

The explanation given by the doctor was that he might have a special physique after all.

For example, most normal two-year-old children will be full after eating half a bowl of rice, but there are also a few who will be full after eating a bowl or even a few mouthfuls. Are these rare cases due to illness?

Not really.

The human body is full of mysteries. Although it is composed of c and water, there are sometimes obvious differences between organisms.

It's like some big eaters who eat a pot full of food. The pot is bigger than their stomach, so how can they eat it? But people can eat it without getting sick.

The doctor said that the children ate a lot, but were in good health. They were not obese or had gastrointestinal discomfort or other diseases. He told them not to control them deliberately. They were fine after being checked in the hospital. Now they are a little malnourished. Obviously, they are malnourished. I've been hungry these past few days.

Fang Zichen has eaten a lot since he was a child. The doctor also said that he is not sick. He eats a lot, so there is no need to make a fuss.

Moreover, his skull is hard, which is normal. He just took his child to see a doctor a few years ago.

This matter is another nonsense.

Just after eating bone soup, Fang Zichen asked the boy to stand against the wall and drew a line on the wall to record his height.

As a result, after drinking bone soup for more than half a year, Guaizi saw no change.

Fang Zichen was so drunk that he almost vomited. His clothes were shorter and he had grown a lot taller. The effect was still there, but the ultimate purpose of making this bone soup was to make the boy grow taller. He had grown, but the boy was still Same as before, not a millimeter taller.

Fang Zichen wanted to wipe away tears.

A child of three or four years old can grow taller very quickly. In just over half a year, Yoyo has grown four to five centimeters taller. His family is the only one who can stand still.

It was the same when he was a child. If Guaizi was his biological son, Fang Zichen wouldn't be worried, but Guaizi is not!

At first, I measured the child's height every month, but then it got cold and I was busy last month and didn't do it. Today, when I measured the child, both of Fang Zichen's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

What happened to his son?

At first, he was standing still, but now, it's better, he's actually shrunk.

Fang Zichen was shocked when he looked at the newly drawn line, which was almost two centimeters lower than the old one.

"Son, raise your head, lift your chest, raise your buttocks. Father will measure you again."

The good boy put his hands close to his legs and stretched his little neck so hard that it almost broke. He held his breath, held his head high and his chest straight, and straightened his body. It looks like a standard military posture, but the carved lines are still lower than the original ones.

Fang Zichen couldn't care about anything else at the moment. He was afraid that Brother Zhao would worry him, so he went back to his room to get his cloak, told Brother Zhao that he was going to take the child to play in the town, and hurried away with the boy in his arms.

When he came to Jishi Hall, he finally got in line. The tip of Fang Zichen's nose was red: "Old man, look at my son! There's something wrong with him."

Doctor Xu looked around: "What about your son?"

"... Oh, here." Fang Zichen lifted up his red cloak, and Doctor Xu was wrapped around Fang Zichen's body like a cute monkey.

The good boy was placed on the table. Doctor Xu wanted to check his pulse, but saw that he was covered tightly and was as fat as a ball, and his hands were not exposed. Doctor Xu held his swollen hand with one hand. The other hand wanted to push up his sleeve so that his wrist could be exposed to take his pulse, but he pushed it but refused to do so.

How much do you need to wear?

As a last resort, Fang Zichen lifted the child up and began to undress him.

Doctor Xu waited for the boss for a long time.

It was one piece after another, two pieces, three pieces, four or five pieces. It was not until the sixth piece was taken off that the sleeves became "loose" and I could push it up.

Guaizi still has three or four pieces of clothing on him.

Not only Doctor Xu was stunned, but also several patients who were waiting for consultation behind Fang Zichen were also surprised.

Damn it, it's not even the coldest day yet! Just in this posture, are you afraid that you will wear all the children's clothes in the store? How worried are you that your children will get cold? Don't they feel uncomfortable wearing clothes like this?

The good boy looks like a skinned chicken. He has lost a lot of weight now and looks smaller. He has big black eyes and is so innocent and cute.

Doctor Xu looked at the clothes piled on the table, almost forming a mountain of clothes, and shook his head helplessly. Fang Zichen frowned and urged.

"Doctor, please check your pulse quickly! Otherwise, my son will be cold."

Doctor Xu: "..."

Doctor Xu's index finger and middle finger pressed on Guaizi's pulse. After a while, he stood up and clasped his hands, pressing the pulse on Guaizi. He patted the boy on the left side, and when he saw the boy turning his head to look over, he changed the direction and patted the boy on the right side. The boy thought he was playing with him and started laughing.

"Grandpa, are you going to fuck Simo again?"

Doctor Xu touched his head, sat down and said to Fang Zichen: "The child's health is fine, and he has no ear or eye disease. It's just that he didn't get enough of it in the mother's body first. The moon is empty and waning in the early morning, and the child will be weak the next day."

"Ah?" Fang Zichen saw that he was checking his pulse, so he quickly put on clothes and said, "Do you need an injection or medicine? ?"

The little boy pursed his lips when he heard this.

He helped Fang Zichen get through the medicine. Every time Fang Zichen drank the medicine, his face became distorted. The boy curiously asked him why he was like this. Was it too hot? When it was too hot, put it down and he helped him blow it. Fang Zichen said it was because it was too sweet. Brother Zhao punched him, turned around and said to the good boy, your father lied to you, don't believe it, take the bowl. Go to the kitchen and put it.

The good boy obeyed and went into the kitchen. Seeing that there was still some brown concoction at the bottom of the bowl, he secretly dipped some of it with his index finger. As a result, he licked it and squirted out one after another.

The medicine may be bitter or bitter, but he doesn't want to take it.

Dr. Xu stroked a handful of goatee on his chin and said slowly: "It's not a big deal. It's just a third of the medicine that's poisonous. Just go back and slowly take supplements."

Fang Zichen said, does the child have any other problems? Fang Zichen didn't believe it when Dr. Xu said it wasn't. If it wasn't, he would just do it himself. How could he look like he was in his twilight years?

As people age, their joints become loose and their muscles degenerate and they become shorter. His son is only three years old! He suddenly became shorter, and this old man actually said it was okay?

What a quack!

Fang Zichen turned around and went to other medical clinics, and came to the same conclusion.

Fang Zichen held his son in his arms and went back to

ancient times. Was he backward?

The child was already short, but now he has actually shrunk. He has shrunk by one centimeter in two months. From now on, he will continue to shrink. I am afraid that in a few decades, I will have to use a magnifying glass to look for my son in order to find him.

He was holding something back and didn't have the time to chat with Brother Zhao at night. When he was lying on the bed, Fang Zichen poked Brother Zhao on the side.

Brother Zhao felt itchy, so he slapped his hand away, turned around, and punched his chest lightly: "What are you doing?"

Fang Zichen said, "I have something to ask you."

Brother Zhao looked at it Him: "Well, you ask."

"That beast who raped you back then," Fang Zichen coughed, a little reluctantly: "Did you see clearly? Is he tall?"

Brother Zhao is not short, and if that person is tall too, it won't matter. As for worrying too much.

But if that person is Wu Dalang's cousin, then there is no need to boil the bone soup.

After all, genes are quite powerful and it is difficult for external factors to compete with them.

He accepted his fate early and made more money. In the future, his family would be rich in gold and silver, plus a few mines. Even if his son was only 1.3 meters short, his daughter-in-law would still be able to get it.

Brother Zhao was silent for a moment, not understanding why he suddenly asked this, but last time Fang Zichen threatened him by saying that he was evil-minded, Fang Zichen was very angry, so now he had to say nice things.

"He is quite good-looking," Brother Zhao said hesitantly: "A very gentle man, and he is also very tall."

Fang Zichen said nothing and just looked at him. Brother Zhao continued: "Anyway, it's okay. "

Everything that came out of his mouth was good.

But these words were quite harsh to Fang Zichen's ears.

"Brother Zhao, it seems a bit uncomfortable for you to say that in front of me!" He is the current incumbent with a mind as small as a needle. He can't listen to a kind word from his predecessor. Fang Zichen felt sad: "I just ask He is tall or not, why are you praising him for being handsome and gentle? Are you looking for a beating?"

Brother Zhao was not afraid of him and poked his chest with a smile: "Then you didn't tell me to stop!"

"I'm accusing you with all my eyes. Can't even see it?" Fang Zichen pinched his face in return: "Don't always covet my beauty, you have to try to understand me. Then you will find that I have an interesting soul under my beautiful skin. A fragile heart that loves you cannot withstand the slightest disturbance, so those few words you just said have already hurt it ten thousand times."

Brother Zhao held back his laughter and looked at him with bright eyes. Pretending to be distressed, he said, "Then what should I do now?"

"I'll ask him for you." Fang Zichen closed his eyes and was silent for a while, then opened his eyes again and said, "Okay, I just communicated with it. After talking about it, it said that if you take the initiative to kiss me a hundred times, it will forgive you."

Brother Zhao couldn't help but laugh. He stood up and kissed Fang Zichen on both sides.

"Okay?"

"A hundred times," Fang Zichen closed his eyes, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and looked as if he was calmly preparing to die: "What do you mean by only two times? Do you look down on it? Don't. That's nonsense, go on."

Brother Zhao was lying on his chest laughing so hard that his face turned red and his body trembled. Fang Zichen refused and told him to hurry up, otherwise his heart would close. That's when the hell happened.

Brother Zhao looked at Fang Zichen with his eyes open, his eyes clear and passionate, and he had no choice but to kiss him a few more times.

After such a fuss, Fang Zichen felt so happy that he forgot about the good boy for a while, and fell asleep soon after.

In the middle of the night, he had another hazy dream.

Chapter 238

In the dream, the good boy has become a three-inch bean. He is still in middle age and has not asked for a wife. He wears official robes and has white hair, but he is still as handsome as before, and his handsomeness is still the same as before.

The good boy had grown a beard, gained weight, and was round like a watermelon. He rasped and tugged at his clothes: "Father, father, the good boy wants a wife. The good boy wants a wife."

Hearing this, Brother Zhao fell to the ground and cried bitterly. got up.

Fang Zichen carried his son on his back, and Brother Zhao carried a bag of money. In the cold winter, they braved the wind and rain and knocked on the door from door to door.

"Do you have a girl in your family? Can you marry my son?"

The man who opened the door waved his hand impatiently: "Guangguangguangguan, your little dwarf wants to marry my girl, there is no way."

"Oh, don't do this. Ah! I'll give you money!"

"What's the use of money? Do you think money is everything? If you want to get a wife, you really want to eat swan meat.

" When he asked in the village, he and Brother Zhao would knock on the door of any house with a girl. They even came to inquire about a fifty-year-old widow, and everyone was afraid to avoid the three of them.

"Father, daddy, the good boy wants a wife, wuwuwu..."

A hundred years later, he and Brother Zhao went to the West hand in hand. The good boy went to visit his and Brother Zhao's graves with a cane, because too much They were so short that the grass on the top of their graves could not be cut. They had to climb up on their graves, and then they rolled down like watermelons...

The good boy knelt in front of his grave: "Father, Dad, it's all the good boy's fault for being unfilial. If the good boy hadn't clamored for a wife, his father and dad wouldn't have taken the risk to snatch his wife from him. If he hadn't snatched his wife, dad and his father wouldn't have been It's all the fault of the good boy. The good boy doesn't want a wife~"

Fang Zichen broke out in a cold sweat and sat up. The helplessness, tearlessness and absurdity in the dream were really frightening. Got him.

Brother Zhao rubbed his eyes and stood up. Hearing him gasping for air, he immediately moved over and gently stroked his back.

"What's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?"

This is not a nightmare.

Fang Zichen's mind was in chaos and he didn't reply.

Brother Zhao stepped over him and got out of bed, lit the lamp, turned around, and saw his chest rising and falling, his breathing could be heard clearly, and his face was horribly pale. He quickly returned to the bedside, sat down and looked at Fang Zichen, Worried: "Are you okay?"

Fang Zichen's heart was still pounding, he shook his head and said in a tight voice: "It's okay."

Brother Zhao frowned and asked again: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Fang Zichen was flustered: "Well!"

Brother Zhao held Fang Zichen in one hand and gently wiped his sweat with his other hand: "What nightmare did you have? It scared you like this. Can you tell me?"

This matter is also very satisfying. If the child continues to get shorter, Brother Zhao will also notice it.

Fang Zichen took a few deep breaths to barely calm down the panic, and then spoke, his voice hoarse from sleepiness and exhaustion.

Brother Zhao "..."

Brother Zhao didn't say a word after hearing this. His eyes widened and he looked as if he was shocked and crumbling. He turned his head and was silent for a long time.

Brother Zhao's shoulders shook slightly. Fang Zichen thought he was scared at first, and couldn't accept it for a moment, so he cried. Although he was also worried, as the head of the family, a mature, charming and responsible man, at this time, it was Must be calm.

He hugged Brother Zhao and was about to speak when he realized something was wrong.

Brother Zhao is not crying, he is actually smiling.

Fang Zichen choked, and a burst of anger came up, coiled in his chest, and he said with a straight face:

"Brother Zhao!!"

Brother Zhao was really too much.

Brother Zhao turned his head and restrained himself from laughing. The smile was still obvious in his eyes.

Fang Zichen couldn't stand it anymore and scolded him righteously.

"We are talking about a very serious and heavy-hearted matter now. It involves the future of our children. How can you laugh? What do you mean by laughing? I know that your heart and eyes are all about me, but After all, the good boy is your biological son. You can't treat him like this. You can't let him have a stepfather and a stepmother."

Brother Zhao punched him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?

" You know what's nonsense." Fang Zichen glared at him.

Brother Zhao was helpless.

Fang Zichen's brain is undoubtedly quick and easy to use, but this person can sometimes be rough in life.

Although Fang Zichen tried his best to find excuses, saying that he was not careless but just informal, the facts could not be concealed.

Earlier, Guaizi went to town to do business with Brother Zhao. When he saw that he was carrying blood sausage and a large basket on his back, he decided to leave alone. He was wearing thin-soled straw sandals, and within a few days he developed blisters on the soles of his feet.

Fang Zichen bought him a sheep. Although he didn't have to leave, he still had to go out to pull goat grass when he came back. When Aunt Liu found out about this, she made him two pairs of shoes. The soles were made of old clothes. The fingers were thick because of the knots. Later, when the weather got cold, the shoes were thin, so Brother Zhao changed them for him. The small shoes he was wearing were bought in the town. His feet were small, about the size of a two-year-old child. Most of the children play around the house and do not need to run outside, so the soles of the shoes are made thinner and lighter. In this way, the good boy will not be shorter.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" Fang Zichen punched the quilt, feeling distressed.

The dozens of dollars he spent on consultation fees in the afternoon were all in vain.

Brother Zhao was innocent and helpless: "You didn't even ask!"

"You didn't tell me if I didn't ask? We've been married for decades, don't we still have some understanding?" Fang Zichen moved the corners of his mouth and said confidently: "You should understand what I'm thinking with just one look from me. Now it seems that you don't really love me."

"You..."

Fang Zichen raised his hand to stop Brother Zhao, with a look on his face . Sad and heavy: "You don't need to quibble anymore. I have made up my mind. I will not talk to you again before dawn. I will stay together for the night! If you fry sour bamboo shoots and bring porridge to me tomorrow and behave well, I will do it again." Consider getting back together with you."

Brother Zhao looked at him for a few seconds and then punched him.

Fang Zichen received a solid punch, covered his arm and screamed.

"Are you still talking nonsense?" Brother Zhao asked with furrowed eyebrows. Fang Zichen had a dandy style and usually idle around. He didn't mind talking about other things, but he didn't allow him to say the words "union and separation".

No joke!

Fang Zichen waved his hands hurriedly: "Stop talking nonsense, stop talking nonsense."

Brother Zhao glanced at him provocatively: "Then sleep."

Fang Zichen saw that Brother Zhao's back was tense and his fists were clenched tightly, knowing the current affairs. He said: "Okay, okay."

After drinking bone soup for half a year, the boy didn't grow at all, so Fang Zichen broke down.

Drinking it every day makes me really tired.

He also grew slowly when he was a child. The doctor said that this kind of situation is also common and there is no need to panic. Although the child is not his biological child, there are similarities between people!

After coming out of Yang's house, Guaizi seemed to know that he was leaving. He hugged Yang Mingyi with a look of reluctance and kissed him several times.

"Yang Zhu, if you have time, come to Yuanzhou to see your little boy!"

Yang Mingyi's expression didn't change much, but he could still see the reluctance. He gently scratched Guaizi's nose, but he still didn't say many nice things, and spoke one word in a concise and concise manner.

"Hmm~"

Guaizi put a hand on his big head and said distressedly: "My father is going to study, and Guaizi has to take care of him. When my father can become independent, pass the exam, and settle down, Guaizi will come back." Look at you!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

This damn kid.

What does it mean to take care of him?

This makes sense, who is the father and who is the son?

Brother Zhao and Yang Mutao laughed.

...

As soon as the shop closed, Lin Xiaoxia and his wife left for Yuanzhou first. Fang Zichen also told them which street the shop was rented on and where it was located.

The first tenant of the shop makes haggis soup, and there are pots and pans in the shop, but the business is different, so the things needed are slightly different.

Brother Zhao didn't want to throw away the things he used before. Anyway, he could still use them when he arrived in Yuanzhou. Moreover, these things were bought in the town, which were cheaper. If he lost them, it would be convenient to buy them again in Yuanzhou, but I'm afraid it would be a waste. It takes a lot of money.

In the entrepreneurial stage, one must work hard and be simple, and oppose extravagance and waste.

Lin Xiaoxia's family of three didn't have many things, just a few clothes. Brother Zhao rented an oxcart for them and brought some buckets, plates, chopping boards, ovens and the like that were still usable.

A cart full of things was piled up in a mess. When they arrived in Yuanzhou, Li Yanmei knew how to organize them.

The next day, Brother Zhao took Fang Zichen to get up early and go to the town to buy fish and meat. During this trip, he had to cook a meal and invite the village chief, Wang Damei, the clan leader, He Daleng, Uncle Liu and the previous ones to come to the house. The women and husbands who helped the workers had a meal.

This time there were many people calling, and Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou also came to help.

After returning from the town after shopping, Fang Zichen had to take the sheep to the town to sell them.

To be honest, I have been raising sheep for a long time, and I have some feelings for it, but after all, Yuanzhou is no better than the village, where there are walled courtyards, and they are doing food and raising sheep in the back. It is always unhygienic and the grass is troublesome.

If you can't take it with you, you can only sell it.

But the sheep is not young anymore. If it is sold, its front feet may just be taken away, and its hind feet may be directly placed on the pot and cooked.

Sell ​​it, depending on his strength, he can sell it for two or three taels of silver, but

if the money is gone, he will make money again... Fang Zichen finally took Yang Mingyi to find Yang Mingyi, who would come during the Chinese New Year. My family seems to like this sheep very much.

Yang's mansion is also spacious and has many servants, more than enough to raise a sheep.

Fang Zichen saw that the good boy was carrying a basket up the mountain to look for wild vegetables, so he dared to leave with the sheep.

Otherwise, if he was seen, the boy would probably cry.

Fang Zichen was quite afraid of this kid's 'noisy'. If he was like other children, making noises and yelling, Fang Zichen would not be afraid, and could slap him on the butt a few times, but he was 'noisy' Sometimes, he would silently avoid people and drop golden beans in the backyard without making a sound.

It looks really pitiful.

Leading the sheep to the outside of Zuixiao Tower, they happened to run into Hao Desheng and Ji Fuzi.

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Fang Zichen raised his eyebrows. Seeing the other party's embarrassment, he wanted to pretend not to see him and leave directly, but Fang Zichen didn't do as they wished.

Fang Zichen became furious when he remembered that Master Ji had 'blocked' him.

"Hey! Who is this?"

He opened his hand to block the door, and Hao Desheng and Ji Fuzi had to stop.

Fang Zichen glanced at them again, as if he had just recognized them.

"Aiya, isn't this that wicked scholar from some academy? Oh, it's been a long time no see!"

He spoke in a clear voice, and the guests who were having dinner in the lobby on the first floor heard him and raised their eyes to look over.

Wang Xiaohu and others hid aside and laughed.

Hao Desheng's face turned red and he was sullen for a while. His hands clenched unconsciously and veins popped up on his back.

When literati meet, if they are equals, they will call each other "brother"; if they are not equals and they are not familiar with each other, and the other person has already achieved fame, they should call each other "Xiucai" or "Ji Renye".

Hao Desheng really couldn't pronounce these three words "Fang Xiucai".

Fang Zichen glanced at him up and down, his expression was the same as Hao Desheng's disdain and contempt back then.

"I heard that you didn't pass the imperial examination last year?" Fang Zichen said with disdain:

"You looked so dead back then, you thought you were awesome just because you knew two words, and you dared to look down on me. Now, ······It's really ridiculous, work hard! Don't go out and read more books. Diligence can make up for your weakness. Oh my, why are you looking at me? Are you glaring at me? Okay, you are quite old and have been studying for more than ten years. If you fail to pass the exam, eighteen generations of your family will be ashamed of you."

Hao Desheng: "..."

"A few dozen years old ." "Fang Zichen shook his head: "The last time I took the government examination, there was a boy who was only nineteen, I heard. He also came from your Anhe Academy. He passed the examination. You are five or six years old. , After studying for so many years, you still have the nerve to go out for a walk without passing the exam, and you are so calm and composed. You are very open-minded, young man!"

Hao Desheng: "..."

Wang Xiaohu and others snorted. Laughed out loud.

Yang Mingyi tightened his lips and almost couldn't hold himself tight.

Thinking of how he showed off his power in front of Fang Zichen back then, now that he got up, he still didn't know how to laugh at himself in his heart, Hao Desheng wanted to find a hole to get in.

He lowered his eyes and saw the scholar's unique jade plaque hanging on Fang Zichen's waist, and his eyes turned red with jealousy.

He wanted to punch him, but he didn't dare. The last time he had an argument with Fang Zichenqi, the other party could be said to have completely suppressed him and punched him. Moreover, he was only in vain now, but the other party was not the same.

Scholars can be exempted from punishment.

Once the common people break the law and are dragged to the court, the government officials will swarm you. They will beat you until your skin is bruised and give you a slap on the wrist. Even rich people will not be able to avoid the pain of flesh and blood.

And if a scholar breaks the law, he cannot be arrested and interrogated casually, let alone tortured. Even if he kills someone, the county magistrate will not dare to take it lightly, because the scholar has the privilege of being exempted from punishment.

If you want to fight, you must also report the opponent's merit to the provincial academic administration, and then expel the merit.

Ji Fuzi looked at Fang Zichen with mixed feelings in his heart. Last year, he was just a little-known person, but now, only a little over a year later, he was already on an equal footing with him.

He also ranked first in the college examination. If he is willing to study hard, he can still go up. He is already in his twilight years. He has the intention, but he does not have the strength. Moreover, when he was young, he also struggled and failed to pass the exams. After that, he entered the academy to teach. He pinned his hopes on Hao Desheng, but in the end...it was just a person with no future, and he offended such a person because of him.

The dean wanted to recruit people into the academy before, but Fang Zichen refused.

Also, here they are, both scholars, and they can't teach anything.

Fang Zichen looked evil and fierce, and Master Ji felt uneasy, fearing that people would remember what happened and come back with revenge.

After a long confrontation, Fang Zichen didn't say anything more. If he said too much, he and Hao Desheng would be no different. Just thinking about how many times these two people provoked him and wanted to end his path to the imperial examination, he felt a little bit unavoidable. Not convinced.

He's not a big-hearted person either. He can buy a notebook to write down anyone who messes with him. Nowadays, it's rare to meet someone, so he can't say anything bad about it.

...

The New Year's meal was a lively meal. Today there are more people and the dishes on the table are more abundant, but everyone's mood is a little low.

This is a farewell party!

Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao are not here at all. Once they leave, the outside world is prosperous and prosperous. They always don't want to come back after staying for a long time. I'm afraid it will be difficult to see them again in the future.

Hexi is also here. He is still young. Maybe Fang Zichen will come back on a whim in the future. They might be able to meet each other. But the village chief, Wang Damei, He Da Leng, Uncle Liu, etc. are almost the same as Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu. Half of his body has been buried in the ground, and he doesn't know if he will be seen again in the future.

Thinking like this, no one can laugh.

Uncle Liu came over early and had a lot of personal words with Brother Zhao in the kitchen.

Aunt Liu was also there. Hearing that Aunt Liu was leaving after the autumn harvest, Uncle Liu was envious.

He had no other thoughts besides envy. Aunt Liu's family had a simple population. They were not much different from Brother Zhao in the village. They didn't have many relatives or friends here. They just left when they left. However, their He family was different. They had roots in This is inseparable.

"You'll have a good time when you get to Yuanzhou." Uncle Liu patted Brother Zhao on the back of his hand and said sincerely: "I think Mr. Fang is a good guy. He has no temper and is easy to talk to. He is not like other men. When he is developed, I think He has the ability to keep three wives and four concubines. You have survived it. Follow him well from now on. Don't be impulsive when something happens, don't quarrel with him, and be more patient with him."

Fang Zichen was selected as a scholar and came from the town medical center. When I came back, many merchants brought people to visit me.

When Fang Zichen sued Lian Niang in court, a lot of rumors spread. Some said that he was not a womanizer, others said that he preferred the elder brother's taste and had no interest in girls, and some said that he was henpecked and would be punished one day. The husband was beaten severely three times.

But rumors are something that should only be listened to for fun.

Fang Zichen was not happy that Lian Niang had used such a powerful medicine and used such cruel methods. It was understandable that Fang Zichen was not happy.

Therefore, some merchants brought their daughters, and some brought their brothers. They didn't say anything, they just accompanied their fathers to congratulate them. This kind of thing was mostly tacit, and it was a disguised form of "flattery" and " If Fang Zichen falls in love with a blind date and invites a matchmaker, he can make a good marriage by himself. On the merchant side, he has found a "backer", a scholar who has entered the privileged class to protect him, and other wealthy businessmen are... Jia also has to respect three points.

But when the merchants went back, they didn't see the matchmaker coming to their door for a long time. Fang Zichen looked outstanding, with heroic brows and a good appearance. Those girls and boys were fascinated by him at just one glance, without any hesitation.

Seeing that he didn't invite the matchmaker, he subconsciously found an excuse for him. Was he too busy with his studies and couldn't get away from it? Or maybe you don't know where you live? So he pestered his parents and sent a matchmaker. When the first matchmaker came to the door, Fang Zichen didn't know what he was doing. He was chatting happily with others and was smiling happily. As a result, after waiting for a long time, Fang Zichen finally I knew I was here to introduce him to Xiao.

Can I have this?

That's definitely not possible!

Having one vicious bitch in the family is enough of a headache, but if there's another one, he's probably going to die young.

Like Brother Zhao, if he really makes a move, even ten of them won't be enough for him to hit. Usually he doesn't fight back, he just gives way.

Is a man who beats his wife still a man?

Moreover, even though he had changed places, he still felt that he could not find a mistress because he lacked great virtue.

There are too many women, and when the time comes for jealousy, or for those who are unlucky like Yang Mutao, he will be Barbie Q.

Brother Zhao has a round face, is pretty and cute, he likes it, there is no room for others in his eyes.

Seeing Brother Zhao only glance at him indifferently before carrying his son back to the room, Fang Zichen knew what was about to happen and hurriedly declined.

"I don't want it, I don't want it. I have a husband, and my son can also play soy sauce. If you don't want a younger brother, go to another house! There are many bachelors in the village!"

The matchmaker took the money, and there will be a reward if the job is done. He was willing to give up easily and pulled him here and there, but Fang Zichen couldn't bear it anymore and finally used a move to escape through his urethra.

Brother Zhao wouldn't let him touch or kiss him at night, and Fang Zichen was afraid.

Cold violence!

If we don't save it, this family will fall apart.

In the next two days, Fang Zichen carried the bamboo broom commonly used by sanitation workers and moved a stool. Like a bold guard, he stood guard in front of the door. Whenever he saw someone wearing floral clothes, no matter who he was, he was still far away. Yes, he carried the broom and chased him out.

Fang Zichen is like a storm, and when there is wind, there will be big waves. Let alone fight or not, his mouth really makes people angry. No matter how thick-skinned he is, he can't stand it. If he is targeted, he will lose his skin even if he doesn't die.

And people still have the ability to avoid provoking others if they can.

Therefore, during that time in the village, many women dressed simply and in colorful clothes did not dare to pass by Fang's house.

Afraid of not having time to explain, Fang Zichen swept him away with a broom first.

This matter has spread throughout the village, and Uncle Liu still feels funny when he mentions it now.

Aunt Liu obviously also remembered those matchmakers who were chased by Fang Zichen all over the village, jumping up and down, and laughed too. Brother Zhao pursed his lips, thinking of the bad things Fang Zichen had done, and felt that what he was really doing They can do it all, and there is no trace that they come from aristocratic families.

There were three tables in the yard, and Du Xiaodu also came with his children and Angkor.

The meal was quite melancholy, like eating a decapitated meal, and everyone didn't eat much of the food.

Xia Tian couldn't stay long, so Brother Zhao thought about letting them pack it up and take it back later.

The village chief drank some wine and his face and neck were very red. He patted Fang Zichen on the shoulder, vomited alcohol at him, and told him to go to Yuanzhou to study hard and think twice before doing anything, mostly for Zhao. For the sake of my brother and my children, the outside is not as good as in the village, so it's always right to be careful.

Fang Zichen agreed.

Village chief: "If you are free in the future, come back and visit more often. Everyone welcomes you, and I will keep the house for you."

Fang Zichen's eyes lit up: "That's a good relationship!"

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Brother Zhou and the others don't know, but Fang Zichen doesn't feel any sense of farewell, and it's not like he will never come back. If he wants to take the scientific examination in the future, he still has his household registration here, so he doesn't have to come back.

This place is no better than modern times. In modern times, all roads lead to Rome. It's not a dream to go to Dubai to pick up rubbish and earn more than 10,000 yuan a month. If you are really short of money, you can go to Iraq to carry a machine gun. You can survive and your salary can be paid on a daily basis, but not in the summer. Similarly, if you want to have a way out here, the only way is to take the scientific examination. Although doing business is good, it is at the bottom of the list.

After the village chief finished speaking, the patriarch said, Heda was stunned again after the tribe chief finished speaking, and finally Hexi also joined in the fun.

After chatting away one by one, we had a meal until the afternoon.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, returning the borrowed ones, and busying myself, it was evening again.

When they got up the next day, Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen began to pack things. They could take the bedding, pots and bowls with them, but the dining table, chairs, and wardrobe were hard to carry. They were too big and they were bought from the carpenter in the village anyway. Pure wood, no carvings, which is quite cheap.

Yesterday, the village chief said that this house was reserved for him. Brother Zhao thought about it and went to find it at night and said he wanted to buy it.

After living there for more than a year, he really thought that

although the house was in bad condition, it was full of memories.

The village chief's family did not raise the price and sold it to him for nine liang. The deed was transferred to the Yamen before being sent to them.

What should be taken with you, what cannot be taken away, and what can be kept should be put away. If left outside in the wind and sun, it will break down over time. Wipe the tables and stools clean, cover them with old sheets, and do not keep them again. For those who didn't want to leave, Brother Zhao would give them to a few people with good connections.

Brother Zhao did not give away the chickens in the backyard. He wanted to catch them in a coop and take them to Yuanzhou. He had killed all the chickens that were supposed to be killed before, but now there were only four hens left. He wanted to keep them to lay eggs.

Sheep urine will smell even if it is swept away, and it is different from chickens, ducks, vegetable leaves, or some rice bran. Most cattle and horses in big towns are fed hay. The sheep raised in the village have grown up eating fresh grass since they were young. They cannot eat it. I'm used to that thing, so I can't bring sheep, but chickens are fine, as long as I clean them more diligently.

That day, the good boy pulled a bundle of goat grass and dragged it back. He went into the backyard with sweat and saw that the sheep pen was empty. The little horse he had raised for more than half a year was missing. He even ran out and called Yaya, saying that the sheep was bleating. Steal the bird, finish the bird.

He found an excuse himself, but Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao didn't say anything. Afraid of saying anything, he carried them to the Yang Mansion in the middle of the night to get back.

It is difficult to find lost things in the village. For example, He Da Leng's family lost a chicken before. It has been three years and it still has not been found.

The good boy squatted beside the sheepfold holding the goat grass, weeping silently. Brother Zhao took the chicken legs to coax him, and he was willing to come out of the backyard.

Fang Zichen was lying in the corner watching, watching him twitching and feeling distressed.

Everything that should be packed was packed. Brother Zhao saw that it was getting late, so he went into the kitchen to make dinner. Xiaofeng took the boy to the Liu family vegetable patch to pick beans.

The two children didn't know whether they were afraid of poverty or were used to being thrifty. When they knew they had to leave, starting in August, they went to the mountains to dig up a lot of wild vegetables and brought them back to dry. Those who couldn't be dried in the sun were also pickled by Brother Zhao. stand up.

On the way, the good boy even caught a cricket for him. Xiaofeng touched his head and looked at the cricket that kept flapping after his leg was scratched. He smiled and said, "Thank you, thank you, good boy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Was stopped.

"Xiao Feng."

It was Meng.

Xiaofeng stiffened, subconsciously holding Guaizi's hand, glanced at Meng, lowered his gaze, and did not call anyone.

The good boy's hand was pinched so much that it hurt, but when he looked up and saw Xiaofeng's eyes were red, he just didn't say anything.

Seeing him like this, Meng felt sore and uncomfortable. She wiped away her tears, got closer, and asked, "Are you leaving tomorrow?"

Xiaofeng still didn't look at him, he stared at the dirt road. An upturned pebble and a small weed next to it gave a low 'hmm' sound.

The good boy turned his head from side to side, looking at this and that, but he didn't fight or get beaten. Why was he crying? I really don't understand.

When Xiaofeng moved into the house, Guaizi was also curious, but Brother Zhao told him that Xiaofeng would be his brother from now on. Guaizi was happy after hearing this and didn't ask anything else. He scratched his head, took the basket by himself, and went to the field to pick beans first. He was familiar with this job anyway.

When Meng saw the good boy leaving and looked back, tears kept falling and she felt indescribably uncomfortable.

It's not that she doesn't feel pain when she is pregnant with a child in ten months, but the pain is not greater than that of herself and Liu Dabao.

She is a true woman who only knows how to obey her husband when she gets married. The man in the family is God, how can she disobey him?

Xiaofeng lived a good life with Zhao Geer's family. She was able to walk out of the village and no longer had to face the loess with her back to the sky. She was happy and happy for her child, but also reluctant to give up.

She used to live in the village, and after finishing her family affairs, she went out and looked for the places where Xiaofeng and Guaizi often hung out, and secretly hid aside to watch. Although they didn't live together at that time, they were from the same village and wanted to see them all. I can see them, and the children are right under my nose, but I'm afraid they won't be able to see them anymore.

"You must listen to your Uncle Zhao from now on." Meng choked with sobs, feeling a sense of guilt in her heart, and warned: "You should be more diligent, and he will always be willing to support you."

Xiaofeng just said 'hmm' again.

Meng looked at him with a good look, carefully, as if she wanted to portray him in her heart:

"I know you blame me, and you don't understand it, but when you grow up and get married, you will know Now, when you have a baby, you will realize that as a mother, there is no mother who does not love her children, but...there are always all kinds of helplessness when people are alive."

"You hate your mother, even mothers . I understand." She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and a few strands of hair fell from her forehead. The scars on her forehead were not covered up by the sweat.

In Xiaofeng's memory, this scar was when Meng took him to cut firewood when he first remarried Liu Gouzi. On the way back, he slipped. When he was about to fall, Meng hugged him and rolled him into the ditch. , accidentally hit a rock, the wound was deep and bleeding a lot, he was frightened and went to find someone in a panic, but Meng covered his forehead, just wiped it briefly, comforted him and said it was okay, It doesn't hurt.

When Liu Gouzi scolded him and beat him, Meng didn't ask for help, and even tried to stop her. That was because she felt that she couldn't disobey her boss. Then, in the middle of the night, she would sneak into the woodshed to peek at him, or stand at the door. Cry outside.

However, since Liu Dabao was born, she has never done these things again.

She often advises Xiaofeng, don't hate Liu Gouzi. He will beat you, but he will give you a bite of food. You should be more diligent and obedient.

Xiaofeng obeyed, and then he started to work hard, work hard, and did whatever Liu Gouzi asked him to do.

But what's the use? Liu Gouzi will still beat him when he drinks, and he will beat him even if he doesn't drink. Even though he has done a lot of work, he is still obedient enough.

When Liu Gouzi beat him, he didn't ask his mother to do anything for him. He just wanted a word of comfort. He wanted Meng to hug him and ask if it hurt, but Meng never gave it to her. She would just hide aside and cry. , kept crying.

It's not that Meng doesn't love him, it's just that she loves her younger brother more who can provide for her in her old age, and she values ​​her and Liu Gouzi's Xiaofeng more.

When something happened to Xiaofeng, she thought about going to see him, but Liu Gouzi refused, so she was obedient. Didn't go.

Because of this, Xiaofeng felt even more uncomfortable. He hated Meng for being wrong, but his obvious partiality and indifference to her made him disappointed and breathless.

"Can you call me mother again?" Meng begged softly.

Xiaofeng raised his eyes to look at her, and moved his mouth. The voice reached his throat, but he couldn't scream, as if someone had strangled his throat in an instant.

"Xiao Feng?"

Xiao Feng turned around and ran away, his back almost looking a little embarrassed.

Meng subconsciously took two steps after him: "Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng!!"

Fang Zichen hid behind the tree and watched the scene of 'parting between life and death'. He sighed, turned around and went back to

have a simple snack in the evening. Enjoying the cool air in the yard, Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xiaofeng playing with the boy again, seemingly unaffected by the evening's events.

In midsummer, frogs chirp and crickets chirp, and a cool breeze blows. After sitting for a while, I felt sleepy.

He had to get up early tomorrow, so Brother Zhao said to go to bed.

He was the one who shouted to sleep, but when he got to the bed, the good boy was snoring, but he still didn't fall asleep.

The bed was very strong at first, but it couldn't hold Fang Zichen and Guaizi always playing on it, jumping and rolling around. It didn't matter if one of the bed legs was broken. But now when he turned over, the bed creaked.

He didn't dare to move much, but Fang Zichen suddenly put his hand on his waist, and heard a low voice in his ear: "Can't you sleep?"

Brother Zhao was slightly startled, then turned over and squeezed into his arms, Holding Fang Zichen tightly, he said a dull "hmm".

"Are you reluctant to let go?" Fang Zichen asked, "Are you still scared?"

Brother Zhao shook his head, the oil lamp had been turned off, thinking that the other party might not be able to see, so he spoke in a low voice.

"Not afraid."

Fang Zichen put his hand into his clothes, rubbed his smooth waist, lowered his head and touched his forehead: "Really?"

Brother Zhao's eyelashes trembled.

The two of them were so close that when Fang Zichen spoke, he could feel the warm breath on his face. His hands were also very hot, and the place he touched seemed to be on fire.

It's not that I'm not afraid.

Yuanzhou is a completely unfamiliar place to Brother Zhao. While he is afraid, he can't help but yearn for it.

He said he was afraid, but he was even more afraid that Fang Zichen would really leave him and his children in the village.

His little fear was no match for his desire for Fang Zichen. His whole mind was affected by Fang Zichen's every move, and his emotions were out of control. This was very dangerous, but it made him unable to stop falling.

Being able to be with him has a fatal attraction and temptation for him.

Brother Zhao leaned over and kissed the corner of Zichen's mouth.

"I'm not afraid." He said: "Because of you, no matter where I go, I am willing and have nothing to fear."

Fang Zichen's face turned red and he felt a little drifting. If he didn't want to rush on the road tomorrow, he would Now everyone wants to directly play Legend of the Wolf, a two-person action movie.

...

Brother Zhao is a frugal person, and Fang Zichen is a picky person. Even the cucumbers in the yard that are not yet ripe, only as big as a thumb, are eager to pick them and take them away, and they also want to scrape the three layers of the ground. There will be things of all sizes piled up in piles.

It was a rented ox cart from the village chief's family.

From Xiaohe Village to Yuanzhou, we set off early in the morning, and the oxcart will arrive in the evening. But this is considered a good thing. If it is far away, it will take three days and two nights. Therefore, many scholars are rushing to take exams. Not to mention the cost of staying in the inn, it is the "travel fare" back and forth. For students who come from farm families, it is not enough. That's enough for a pot.

The villagers also want to sell peppers and garlic to Brother Zhao. After picking them, they must ask the village chief to help deliver them. Although this is troublesome, it is also a way to make money. If they don't sell them to Brother Zhao, they will have to do it themselves. If you pick and sell them in the town, you won't be able to sell so much. When the villagers have picked enough together, they will ask the village chief to send them over and give them some money. The village chief will make a profit, and they themselves will also make a profit, but they will not make as much as before. It's a lot, but one trip costs tens of cents and is shared evenly by a dozen companies, but it doesn't seem like I'm going much.

Brother Zhao doesn't care. This time when the village chief goes, he can recognize him.

There were a lot of things, which were loaded onto the oxcart one by one and stacked up to form a hill, which was much higher than the railing. To avoid falling off due to the bumps on the road, the village chief tied them with ropes, leaving only three places on the outside.

Many people came to give gifts. There was only a faint morning light. If it were other people in the town, they might not have gotten up yet. But those who worked in the village got up early so that they could do more work while the weather was cool. Everyone gave some gifts. Brother Zhao refused to take the vegetables, some chicken, duck eggs, and cured fish and bacon.

"Take it! What you grow in your own land is not worth much, but when you get to Yuanzhou, you have to spend money to buy it. Take it and eat a few meals."

"Yes, yes, it's not in the car Is there still some space left? It's

just the right time to put it." But you can't get chicken or duck eggs. A person's buttocks will be broken in one day by an ox cart. If you get these chicken and duck eggs to Yuanzhou, you will probably have to eat them.

A lot of people were chattering, but Brother Zhao suddenly turned his head to one side in a sensitive manner.

Ma Wen was standing outside the crowd, looking at him with a good look, his face looking dazed and depressed.

Seeing him suddenly looking over, he dodged his eyes for a moment, thought of something, and looked over again.

Brother Zhao met his eyes and immediately looked away with a frown.

Ma Wen pursed his lips, full of loneliness.

Aunt Liu got up early and steamed a pot of steamed buns.

As soon as Uncle Liu and Liuyou arrived, they saw Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao surrounded by a group of people.

Guai Zai and Xiao Feng have climbed onto the bullock cart by themselves. The dog was locked in a chicken coop and hung outside the car.

Liu Liu rushed over, and it was another life-and-death farewell that made people cry.

"Good boy..."

"Liu Liu..."

"Good boy..."

"Liu Liu..."

Fang Zichen heard them calling each other affectionately a few times, and then... ·····Still shouting back and forth.

Aunt Liu took out two buns from the basket, handed one to Xiaofeng and the other to Guaizi.

The good boy choked and took the bun: "Thank you, Grandma Liu~"

"Good boy," Liuyou leaned on the ox cart and raised her head to call him.

The good boy squatted on the car, with tears in his eyes.

"Yoo Liu, we are destined to be together!" He sniffed and said, "You and I have been childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, and have been dependent on each other. But now we have to be separated. From now on, we are far away from each other and we can't see each other. How pitiful~"

Brother Zhao Son: "..."

Fang Zichen: "..."

This damn kid is so frightened that he uses idioms again.

The good guy is still going on.

"This parting does not depend on the right time before we meet again. It may take many, many years. By then, maybe I am a husband and you are a wife. When we meet again, you are already pregnant, followed by a series of Little carrot head, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo[[(s) Having replenished his energy, he continued to cry: "Kao Lian, too Kuo Lian~, Yo Liu, we are really too Kuo Lian~"

Brother Zhao: "..."

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

Fang Zichen felt a dull pain in his forehead, so he came over in a few steps and slapped him.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Yoyo is a little man. Men can't have children."

The good boy was stunned for a moment, and touched the big head that had been slapped: "Oh, yes, yes, how can a brother and a little girl be so generous? The good boy is so sad and sad that he even forgot about it."

Fang Zichen :"······"

This is common sense!

This damn kid.

You said forgetting, then why don't you forget that stuttering thing? ?

Fang Zichen held his forehead: "If you want to cry, you can cry. He Xiaodong, you and Liuliu are not suitable."

Brother Zhao: "..."

But the good boy shook his head violently, with a serious and disappointed expression: "No, no! Xiaodong is my brother. I can't ruin his reputation. Father, are you, Simo, so ignorant?"

The people around him couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Brother Zhao felt his face getting hot as he watched the good boy holding Liuyou reluctantly with one hand and grabbing a big bun with the other, saying something, taking a few bites, and laughing around him.

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The originally quite heavy atmosphere was relieved a lot by being teased like this by the obedient boy.

Uncle Liu gave them four straw hats, which they could wear on their heads when the sun came out at noon.

Xiao Feng and Guai Zai are not too big. Last time Fang Zichen and Yang Mutao went to Suping Town, and the ox cart they took back was exposed to the sun all the way. Even if they used branches to cover it, Fang Zichen still felt hot, like he was steaming. The sauna is so hot that your soul will come out of your head, and the child may not be able to withstand it.

Although he was digging, he was unambiguous about the amount of money he should spend, but the two children said no, they wanted to ride in the bullock cart and see the scenery.

Fang Zichen thought about it, and the horse-drawn carriage was actually not much better than the ox-cart.

If it were a carriage owned by a wealthy family, the roof and surrounding walls would be thick, which would keep it cool. However, the carriages used in town are made of thin wooden boards and are made of thick materials. The cost is high, and the horses have a hard time running around. It's even hotter when it's on.

The carriage was traveling too fast, and the child would probably be even more unbearable if it bumped along for a long time.

The village chief also ate the steamed buns. It was getting late, and with a flick of the bull whip, the wheels began to roll.

"Good boy, good boy~" Yoyo shouted after chasing the bullock cart.

"Yoo~"

The good boy couldn't eat the buns this time, so he cried in Brother Zhao's arms.

Brother Zhao gently stroked his back: "Don't cry. Yoyo will come to the state with your Uncle Zhou at the end of the month, and you will be able to meet each other then."

The good boy raised his head, and his nose stuck to Brother Zhao's clothes. His face was covered with snot and tears, and he sobbed like a cat: "Really, really? Daddy, don't lie to your good boy."

Brother Zhao felt a little distressed, sighed, and wiped his face with a handkerchief: "Really, daddy won't lie to you."

"Oh~" Guaizi wiped his eyes and remembered the bun in his hand again.

"That good boy is a sad bird." He took a bite of the bun and started to look left and right.

Brother Zhao couldn't help but find it funny when he saw him like this.

He sat in the middle with his little boy in his arms, with Xiao Feng at the end. At noon, the village chief found a shady spot and rested for lunch.

They still had steamed buns, but because they were afraid it would be too hot on the road, Fang Zichen also made a bucket of ice and covered it with a cloth without anyone noticing what was inside.

There is also a small bucket inside the big bucket, which is full of mung bean cakes.

Once the ice cubes in the big bucket outside melted, Fang Zichen immediately sprinkled saltpeter to keep the inside frozen.

Like a small refrigerator.

The two children kept mouthing all the way, and the village chief took advantage of it and also ate a few.

At that time, He Xiaodong and a group of children always muttered that the popsicles were delicious, the popsicles were delicious, a hundred times more delicious than meat, but how delicious they were, even if they had never tasted them, they would not know.

In today's hot summer day, taking a bite of it will make your whole body feel cold and your heart will soar.

Not to mention it's still sweet, this is just a mouthful of ice, even if it's made with urine ice, I'm afraid it's still delicious in this weather.

The village chief looked at the ice in the bucket and marveled.

It's been so long since I've finished it. Thinking about how much I bought before I came here, Brother Zhao really made a lot of money.

After eating the steamed buns, I rested for a while and then continued on my way.

I don't plan to stop next time. The ox-cart is inherently slow. If we don't hurry up, we won't be able to enter the city too late.

In big cities and towns, night bans are even stricter.

On the road from Xiaohe Village to Fu'an Town, the two children were quite calm. After leaving Fu'an Town, the two boys looked like they had been given a shot of blood, lying on the car rail, with bright eyes, looking around, looking very excited. .

He didn't want to wear the straw hat, so he ate mung bean cake, his face turned red.

The boy shook his head and started singing.

There are two cows on the east hillside. The bull says "love" to the cow.

The cow said to the bull, "Are you ashamed?" The bull said, "Aren't you ashamed?"

When I was thirsty from singing, I took a few bites of ice cream and turned the ox cart into a Shanghai restaurant.

Another carriage passed by next to him. The coachman, whether intentionally or not, swung his whip as he got closer and sped up. The wheels brought up a burst of dust. Fang Zichen clenched his fists, his eyes full of ferocity.

"My mother is a bitch. She doesn't know how to slow down when she sees someone. She lacks the virtues. When I make money later, I will also buy a car and chase him away. Brother Zhao, did you just remember what that person looks like?" Are you okay?"

The people in the carriages we encountered slowed down when they got closer, and then they started to drive their horses when they were far away. This man looked like he was doing it on purpose.

Those who rode in horse-drawn carriages looked down upon those who rode bullock carts. Seeing how angry he was, Brother Zhao took the handkerchief, wiped the dust off his face with a smile, and joked: "You When are you talking about the future?"

"I'll buy it when I get to the top of the exam." Fang Zichen thought of the Qin family's carriage that he saw that day. It was like a small mobile house, extremely luxurious, and had a group of elite guards. Before, he was just a fool. When he was the third young master, there were only eight/nine bodyguards around him. He was so impressive, damn... He felt sour in his heart, and patted Brother Zhao's hand: "Don't worry, we'll be here soon."

Brother Zhao was startled for a moment and looked at him speechlessly.

Fang Zichen was a little unhappy: "What's your expression?"

Brother Zhao smiled and said, "It's nothing! I just think your tone might be a bit loud. You haven't even passed the Juren Examination!"

"People have How bold, how powerful the land is." Fang Zichen leaned back, put his hands on the car rails, and said righteously: "To be a human being, you must have lofty ambitions and ideals. This is just a small goal I have set. In fact, I don't pay much attention to the number one scholar."

Brother Zhao: "..."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, we finally arrived outside Yuanzhou City.

The city gate is towering, and the soldiers guarding the city above all hold long spears, which is unmatched by Fuan Town.

The two children raised their heads and kept mumbling. Because they were country bumpkins who had never seen the world, everything they saw was novel.

The officers and soldiers guarding the city stretched out their hands to stop him for inspection, and Fang Zichen handed over the sign.

"It turns out it's Fang Xiucai. I'm so offended." The other party was much more polite. He only glanced at the carriage briefly and then waved to let him go.

Fu'an Town is not like this. Those soldiers don't have much momentum and have a back door. Then they enter the Yamen, put on a set of clothes, and stand at the city gate. Some of them look like they haven't woken up and have weak kidneys. This group in Yuanzhou is different. Coming from the orthodox military camp, the tigerish look on his face is quite scary.

The village chief's heart was pounding. After driving the bullock cart far away, he looked back. A carriage happened to be inspected. The officers and soldiers were giving orders. The businessmen inside all got out of the cart and nodded and bowed to the officers and soldiers.

He couldn't help but look at Fang Zichen again.

Reading is still useful!

Although they are not as profitable as merchants, they are at least respected by others. No matter how much money merchants make, they can only helplessly please these officers and soldiers who use chicken feathers as arrows.

No one wants to bend down to others, everyone wants to straighten their back and be upright.

The good boy also saw it. He leaned into Fang Zichen's arms and started to flatter him: "Father is so awesome! You are such an awesome bad boy. The good boy admires you."

"Easy to say." Fang Zichen touched his head and said earnestly: "Wait a minute. When your father becomes a high official, you will become more powerful. If anyone bullies you when you go out, you will report your father's name. "

The good boy blinked and kissed Fang Zichen: "Well, the second-generation official is fragrant."

Brother Zhao pinched Fang Zichen's waist and squinted his eyes: "Don't teach your children indiscriminately."

What does it mean to teach children indiscriminately? He only said that when he was bullied, he would give his name, but he did not say that he would use his name to act arrogantly and domineeringly.

This is how his grandfather and mother taught him. In the past, the gang was jealous of his good grades and intercepted him in the toilet to give him a blow. He only reported his second brother's name, and the gang immediately pissed their butts off. , some people wanted to please him so that they could join his second brother's Black Tiger Gang, and they also wanted to please him in turn. When they saw that he wanted to relieve themselves, they even said that they would help him support the birds. Now he is not handcuffed and is in the police station! He is still a positive, optimistic and cheerful young man who respects the old and loves the young, and is as upright as a telephone pole. So, why is he teaching his children indiscriminately?

This guy really loves to talk nonsense.

Fang Zichen took a deep breath, glared at him, moved his butt out, and remained silent.

The capital of a state is naturally prosperous, with overcrowded streets and numerous shops. Vendors carrying goods and crowds of people walking back and forth shouting are unmatched by Fu'an Town.

Even on market day, Buan Town is not so lively.

Guaizi and Xiaofeng looked at the novelty and felt that their eyes couldn't see enough. They wished they could grow two more on their foreheads.

Brother Zhao was also a little excited, looking around with a small round face. There are so many people in Yuanzhou that in his eyes, pedestrians become big moving treasures.

The village chief did as Fang Zichen said and parked the ox cart outside a shop.

Knowing that they were coming, Li Yanmei asked Jiaojiao to wait at the door at noon. When she met the people, Jiaojiao shouted to the door in a rough voice: "Dad, mother, Uncle Zhao and Uncle Fang are here." After saying this, she ran towards the bullock cart again. past.

"Good boy, Brother Xiaofeng~"

Jiaojiao was very happy to see her two playmates. Lin Xiaoxia and Li Yanmei came out to help move things. When the village chief saw them, he was startled.

He asked Brother Zhao: "They came here too?"

Only Brother Zhou and Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu knew that Lin Xiaoxia's family was bought back by Fang Zichen. Brother Zhao gave a brief explanation.

The village chief couldn't help but click his tongue.

Li Yanmei had tidied up the belongings she had brought earlier. There were four rooms in the backyard, all of the same size. The doors faced the yard, and they had colored lights. When she arrived, Li Yanmei randomly picked one to live in.

When Fang Zichen came back from Yuanzhou last time, he said he rented a big commercial building. Now that he looked at it, he realized that it was really big.

Brother Zhao walked around and was extremely satisfied.

It was getting late, and it would be inconvenient and unsafe to rush back in the dark. Brother Zhao persuaded the village chief and let him stay.

There are vegetables in the car, so there is no need to buy any more. The vegetables still need to be fresh. The weather is hot and they will not last for a few days. All you need to do is buy some meat and vegetables. Li Yanmei was busy with dinner, and the poultry she brought was stuffed by Lin Xiaoxia. In the chicken coop he made, someone did these things. Brother Zhao went back to his room, folded the clothes and bedding he brought and put them in the cabinet again.

Fang Zichen was helping. He took a small box from the bag and stuffed it into the back of the cabinet. He also put a lot of winter clothes outside to cover it up. It seemed that the box was very precious.

Fang Zichen originally thought it contained silver notes, but later found out that it was not. The silver notes were hidden by Brother Zhao in another place.

So, what's in this little box? There was also a big lock on it. He was looking for clothes before and accidentally found it. He only took it and looked at it before Brother Zhao nervously snatched it away.

His eyes were intense, as if he wanted to poke a hole in the box to find out what was going on. Brother Zhao glared at him and said there was nothing in it, just some small items for personal use, and told him not to think too hard.

Fang Zichen understood it this way. He had bought many things for Brother Zhao before, such as hairbands and hairpins. Brother Zhao cherished these things so much that he was not willing to take them with him. What he gave as a gift must be to Brother Zhao. You should keep it carefully, and then when he is gone, Brother Zhao will take it out in the middle of the night, and do some things like seeing things and thinking about people. It is like this on TV, and Fang Zichen is very familiar with it.

When he thought about it, he felt wonderful again. He started working with unprecedented diligence, made the bed, and happily ran next door to help Xiaofeng.

We had a good meal in the evening. After eating and drinking, everyone was tired after a long journey. After a while, everyone felt sleepy.

The next day, Brother Zhao got up and made breakfast. When the village chief was full, he drove the oxcart back again.

Brother Zhao was sore all over, but thinking about business, he didn't want to take a break, so he took Li Yanmei out.

The first hot sauce was all sold out, and thinking of the inconvenience, Brother Zhao didn't leave any stock.

There were a lot of materials to buy, so Brother Zhao and Li Yanmei spent the whole day shopping. They came back with large and small lunch bags, went out again after dinner, and didn't come back until late in the evening.

Chapter 242

Fang Zichen had nothing to do. He was wandering around with his three children. There were many vendors selling food on both sides of the street. Let's not talk about the taste. Anyway, it looked delicious. He didn't bring any money in his pocket. He could see if he could buy it. Fang Zichen We walked with three children from the street to the end of the street, stretching our necks to swallow, until our throats were raw.

The next day, the village chief came with Hexi and La Chili.

In the past, the oxcart drove back and forth to Fu'an Town, and I didn't feel tired. But now it's far away. When the village chief went back, he felt uncomfortable and tired, and everything hurt. This will take him to Hexi. Once he is familiar with the road, from now on Let him run.

Let the boss chop the firewood he wants to deliver to Zuixiaolou.

Fang Zichen was not in a hurry to go to the academy. On the eve of the opening of the shop, he had to do a lot of things. There were few people at home. There were some things that Lin Xiaoxia and Li Yanmei couldn't do - find a duck shop, buy duck necks and feet, etc., how to price, the contract Zhao Ge'er and Fang Zichen have to decide when to bookmark and how much quantity is needed in a day.

Fang Zichen was so busy that he forgot to look for Li Yisheng. Li Yisheng happened to be on a medical visit and stopped by, only to know that he was here.

Li Yisheng punched him.

"You bastard, you didn't come to see me when you came."

Fang Zichen was munching on white ice cream, sweating. He had just been busy in the kitchen and was taking a rest outside. Unexpectedly, Li Yisheng came:

"You don't think so . I don't want to, I'm so busy these days that I don't even have time to fart, so how can I find you?"

Li Yisheng didn't believe him and looked towards the backyard: "Where are your husband and your two children? Come?"

Fang Zichen turned to the backyard and shouted: "Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao."

Brother Zhao rushed out with a kitchen knife still covered in blood.

"What are you shouting? Did something happen?"

Li Yisheng looked horrified and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

When Brother Zhao saw Li Yisheng, he paused and immediately realized who it was.

Li Yisheng's eyes, which can never be opened and cannot be seen from two meters apart, are so recognizable.

Brother Zhao hurriedly hid the knife and went away, his face a little red, and said sorry, I scared you.

"It's okay, I'm as brave as a bun." Li Yisheng said, "Are you my brother-in-law?"

Li Yisheng is three years older than Fang Zichen and older than Brother Zhao, so it's not wrong to call him brother-in-law.

Brother Zhao nodded.

Li Yisheng immediately became enthusiastic: "Oh, I finally meet you. You still don't know who I am, right?"

Brother Zhao wanted to say that I know, but Li Yisheng didn't give him a chance to speak.

"That's right, I just fell in love with your husband at the first sight. He is handsome, charming, and a handsome brother."

Brother Zhao: "..."

With such virtues, no wonder we can be brothers with our husbands! Brother Zhao smiled.

"Hello, my name is Brother Zhao."

"Oh, Brother Zhao!" Li Yisheng said: "It's a good name. It sounds good and tasteful. It's high-end and classy."

Brother Zhao: " "..."

Brother Zhao went into the backyard and called out several children who were plucking duck feathers.

Li Yisheng came over two days ago and saw that the shop was open. He thought Fang Zichen was here, so he rushed in and took a frontal photo with Lin Xiaoxia and his family, so he knew that Jiaojiao was their child.

Here I meet a seven/eight-year-old boy, and one... he is said to be four years old, but that head, some people believe that he is two years old, but look at it, he is really cute, with his big head, Her round eyes, watery pink mouth, and straight and delicate nose are a real symbol.

He sat for a consultation in the hospital. He had treated hundreds if not thousands of children, but this was the first time he saw such a lovely child. Brother Zhao also looked pretty and cute. No wonder his brother came out of the examination room. He was so anxious that

he wanted to call the children one by one.

"Hello, Uncle Li~"

Li Yisheng rubbed his hands, smiled, and touched his head and that: "Hey, okay, okay, I'm so busy today that I didn't even have time to bring you gifts. Next time, uncle will bring them to you."

"You're welcome . "Oh~" Guaizi waved his hands and said, "No, no."

Li Yisheng squatted down and pinched his face gently: "You want it, otherwise it's against the rules."

"So that's how it is!" said Guaizi, frowning. : "Uncle, don't bring too expensive gifts. Bring a few dozen taels as a gift, and it will make sense. If it is more expensive, it will appear unfamiliar, and the etiquette is less important than the affection."

Li Yisheng: "..."

Zhao Ge'er: " ······"

A gift of dozens of taels, is that enough? When did his son become so angry?

Brother Zhao rubbed his forehead, feeling guilty. He should not let his son stay with his husband all the time. He looked embarrassed and said to Li Yisheng, who kept holding his stomach and laughing: "The child is talking nonsense, don't take it seriously."

Li Yisheng laughed hard and said it was okay.

The good boy blinked his eyes and looked at Li Yisheng with stern eyes: "Uncle, my father said that you are a failed man, you have more than 20 birds, and you are also a rooster, but you are not a chicken, you are a transformed bird. "

Li Yisheng: "..."

Brother Zhao had a headache and was throbbing, but he saw Li Yisheng explaining to Guaizai in a serious manner.

"Chicken is not a chicken! He refers to the kind of person who is as pure as jade and clean and self-possessed, like uncle," Li Yisheng said seriously to the boy: "You know, in the world of mortals, the handsome and talented uncle, There have been many brothers and girls who fell in love with me at first sight and showed their love wildly, but your uncle has a rock-solid heart and is immune to temptation and always sticks to his heart. Talents with such perseverance are rare. "

"Wow~" Be good . Zai's eyes lit up: "Uncle, then you are very suitable to be a monk! If you are a monk like this, you must be a monk."

Fang Zichengang went into the backyard again to get an ice cream to eat, and came out to see Li Yisheng talking to the children. , thinking about Li Yisheng's shameless boast just now, he leaned into Brother Zhao's ear: "This person is narcissistic."

Brother Zhao's eyebrows moved slightly and he smiled: "Really?"

Fang Zichen looked at him: "This "Why are you staring at me?"

Brother Zhao said, "Aren't you the same?"

"Huh? When did I become narcissistic?" Fang Zichen said, "I usually talk. State the facts in a humble and low-key manner. When have you ever been narcissistic? Don't talk nonsense next time. It's not good to talk nonsense."

Brother Zhao laughed softly.

Fang Zichen said: "Fortunately, he is confident. If he had low self-esteem, he should be on the road to reincarnation by now."

Zhao Geer "..."

Zhao Geer changed the topic: "After I go The hospital is busy, please keep an eye on the children and don't let them run out. You came here to take the exam and they helped you a lot. Please stay for dinner tonight and I will cook more dishes. "

The city is not as good as the village. There are bad people outside. " There are so many that even if Brother Zhao doesn't say anything, Fang Zichen doesn't dare to let the child run out. The last time he went out for a walk, he had one on each hand and one sitting on his neck. Otherwise, he would be a dead dog if he was taken away: "Okay, it's all up to you."

Li Yisheng hugged the boy and kissed him a few times. The baby was so soft that he didn't want to put it down.

While the children were playing around, he secretly pointed at Xiaofeng: "Is that really your brother?"

Fang Zichen went to the backyard to get an ice cream at some point and licked it while saying: "How can it be fake? Didn't I tell you that? , my eldest son is a brother?"

"So you can be hard at nine years old?" Li Yisheng said with some admiration:

"In terms of awesomeness, it has to be you."

Fang Zichen: "..."

He doesn't want to follow. Li Yisheng also had a reason for speaking.

"What did you eat? Are you still angry?" Li Yisheng asked.

"Ice cream." Fang Zichen replied.

"What is this?"

"Ice cream! Do you want to eat it?" Fang Zichen handed the ice cream over: "Here you take a bite."

He licked the ice cream from 360 degrees, and Li Yisheng couldn't take it. Fang Zichen smiled. Yes, pointing to the backyard, let him go in and get it by himself.

This ice cream is white and soft, has a rich milky aroma, and has a melt-in-your-mouth sweet taste. It is filled with jams of different flavors. It is almost the same as the modern ones.

Li Yisheng was shocked after just one bite.

"Is this ice?"

Fang Zichen glanced at him and said calmly: "Or is it shit?"

"Where did you get the ice? How did you make it? It smells like milk! And it's sweet." Li Yisheng couldn't stop eating. After I finished eating, I was afraid of going to the backyard to get it. I didn't even know the word polite.

Fang Zichen finished his rest and led his children to pluck duck feathers. Li Yisheng squatted aside. Fang Zichen noticed the medicine box he was carrying when he came and asked, "Were you just here for a medical visit?"

"Yeah!" Li Yisheng sighed and said, "Go. In the Tang Mansion, Boss Tang's father is not in good health. "

This Boss Tang is a well-known wealthy businessman in Yuanzhou. He was abandoned by his biological father since he was a child, and he lives with his father. I heard that this man is very fond of his father. Filial piety.

But his father is ninety this year. When he was young, he was too overworked and suffered from hunger and hunger. Later, Boss Tang became successful and lived a good life. He took various tonics and supplements. It is quite rare to live to ninety. .

The old man had contracted the cold at first, but could not be cured no matter how he treated it. Doctors from all over the city were called in, but there was still no effect. Later, he didn't know who to introduce him to, or he was thinking of treating a dead horse as a live doctor, so he called Li Yisheng passed by.

Although he is getting better now, a cold wind will kill most of his life. There is no telling how long he can survive now.

When Fang Zichen heard this, he also sighed.

Guai Zai and Xiao Feng were squatting aside to help. At such a young age, they were able to do it in a decent and skillful way. They must have done it often. However, Gui Zai had no idea how to pluck out the duck's hair, and the duck was badly plucked by him. , a pinch is missing here, a pinch is missing somewhere, it's like a mouse gnawing on the ground.

Li Yisheng didn't know how good Brother Zhao's business was, but Fang Zichen was so picky that he could barely make ends meet.

Li Yisheng wanted to help, but he didn't know what he thought of. He bumped Fang Zichen with his elbow: "I'll introduce you to a job, the kind that makes you rich overnight. Can you do it?"

Fang Zichen was not interested and was too busy with things at home, but Still struck by the word 'get rich overnight': "What kind of job?"

Chapter 243

"Shouyi Village." Li Yisheng said.

Fang Zichen's eyes widened and he suspected that he had heard wrong. He didn't even bother to pluck out his feathers: "What did you say?"

What kind of place is Yizhuang! That is the place where the coffins of the dead are placed.

There are many outsiders in Yuanzhou, some of whom bring their families here to do business. If an old man dies in a rented house, the landlord will not allow him to put a coffin inside, as it is considered bad luck.

Moreover, the ancients believed that fallen leaves should be returned to their roots. After death,

they would have to carry them all the way back to where they were doing business. They didn't just leave when they wanted to. They had to take care of some urgent matters at hand. During this period, the coffin would be stored in the charity village.

This is not only the case for outsiders, but also for locals. If there is a newborn child or an elderly person at home, the coffin will be carried to the charity village for storage if they are afraid of being bumped into.

And those who have some money are very particular about it. It doesn't mean that after a person dies, you can bury it whenever you want. You have to find a master to check the date and find a Feng Shui place. If you leave at the wrong time, you will be far away from the 'good' days, and most of the month will be gone. It may not be possible to bury it.

Some families may also put some funerary objects in the coffin. Ordinary people, who are not lacking in great virtue, will not take things from the dead, but there are always a few who are not afraid of death and are evil-hearted.

Previously, there were two men taking turns guarding Yizhuang, one guarding during the day and the other at night. However, one of them went back to his hometown to visit relatives, and the other couldn't see him, so he wanted to find a replacement.

Li Yisheng only knew this after dealing with that person several times.

"Are you afraid? This doesn't look like your style!" Li Yisheng raised a few fingers and said, "I heard that this job is very profitable. I don't know if it's true or not, but I think it's not too much. "Master, otherwise I wouldn't tell you."

Fang Zichen is just a man who is obsessed with money and is just guarding the coffin! What's this! Isn't it like working in a funeral parlor? As long as it doesn't break the law, there's nothing he can't do?

If others do it, he can do it.

Brother Zhao didn't know what the two people were whispering about, but after a while he saw his husband's eyes light up and he came over to tell him that he had something to do and wanted to go out.

Li Yisheng took him to find the man guarding the village.

This man's name is Big Bear. As his name suggests, he has a strong back and a strong waist. He is indeed as strong as a bear.

Big Bear knew he wanted to do this job and frowned.

"Boy, have you thought about it? This is no joke." Some people came to him a few days ago and said they wanted to do it, but those few came to him overnight before staying overnight and said they would not do it or do it. It was so scary that I barely stayed one night. As a result, Big Bear came over in the morning and saw the man frothing at the mouth and fainted at the gate.

It is not that difficult to guard Yizhuang. The gate of Yizhuang will be closed every night, and you just sit at the door to guard against those who can unlock the door and are evil-hearted.

But no matter how you say it, you are staying with the dead, and Yizhuang is outside the suburbs. When it gets dark at night, there is no one around. It is lifeless, silent and eerie, the branches are shaking, the dark forest seems to be full of demons, and the mottled tree shadows are twisted. Moving, swaying, and extremely ferocious. A mouse suddenly appears, or a crow crows, and those with a rich imagination can wet their pants on the spot.

After Daxiong finished speaking, Fang Zichen hesitated.

This man is fair and tender, with the air of a child from an aristocratic family, and his face is still childish. It seems that his family is strict, and he has no money to spend time and money, so he wants to find extra money.

He sighed and was about to say something when he heard the other party say: "I would like to ask, is this twelve taels a day, or is it twelve taels a month?"

"It must be twelve taels a day." Big Bear said: "One Are you willing to do it on the 12th of the month?"

Fang Zichen rubbed his nose.

When he first came here, he would definitely be willing to do it, but now that he is a wealthy man, and it is January 12, this will be more or less disdainful.

But twelve days a day...

"I do it, I do it." Fang Zichen said excitedly.

The big bear was stunned for a moment.

"Are you sure? My buddy went back to his hometown to visit relatives and won't be back for a month. If you want to do it and meet a client, if they can't find someone, they might have to carry the coffin! Are you sure you're not afraid?"

" Don't be afraid!" Fang Zichen said: "Is there anything more terrible than poverty?"

Da Xiong said with a smile: "The one who foamed at the mouth said the same thing. I heard that people are a little crazy now and have incontinence.

" Foaming? Is it so serious? "Fang Zichen came closer and asked softly: "Is it still haunted?"

Seeing his eyes burning, he seemed very curious, excited, and excited, "That's right... "..." Before the word "impossible" came out of his mouth, Fang Zichen slapped the table.

"If it's haunted, the price will have to increase."

Daxiong: "...Aren't you afraid?"

"Not afraid!" Fang Zichen patted his chest: "I am a man of righteousness. I learned from Maoshan. Come and fight one by one. Come and fight one by one." After collecting the corpses, I can chase them out and carry them back for you."

Big Bear laughed loudly, "Okay, brother, it's just you, but do you want to work the night shift or the day shift?

" Did the terms "night shift" and "day shift" exist in ancient times? Fang Zichen wondered: "Is there a difference?"

"Yes! The night shift is thirteen taels a night, the day shift is ten taels, you..."

"Night shift, night shift, night shift," Fang Zichen howled with excitement, his face turned red: "I have to work the night shift."

Li Yisheng didn't say anything the whole time. He knew that Fang Zichen could do it. After all, this man was greedy for money.

On the way back, Li Yisheng put his shoulder on his shoulder: "How about it, brother, is this a good job!"

"Not bad," Fang Zichen was very happy: "High-paying white-collar career, not bad, not bad."

"You can't find such a job without me, what are you going to do? Thank me?" Li Yisheng asked.

Fang Zichen immediately turned to look at him: "What are you doing? You still want the agency fee? They are all brothers, one family does not talk about two families! It's not good for you to do this."

Li Yisheng rolled his eyes at him: "Then the brothers still settle the accounts. What? I don't want the agency fee you mentioned. You provide me with ten ice creams for free every day as a thank you gift

. It's impossible, you have to eat your shit!"

Li Yisheng: "..."

People want to burn bridges when they cross the river, but this guy didn't even cross the river, so he just wanted to burn the bridge.

"You think this ice cream is cheap. The water I use is snow water from Mount Everest, the milk is produced in the Hulunbuir Prairie, and the jam is... Why are you looking at me like that?" "

Keep blowing. "Li Yisheng said: "I've never heard of Hulunbuir Prairie or Everest, and I don't know how to play it reliably."

"I don't know much about it, how pitiful it is."

Li Yisheng: "We are all people who want to make a lot of money, but you are still so arrogant."

Fang Zichen glared at him and said, "Can you speak? This is obviously a diligent and frugal housekeeper. I have a big family to support. Do you think that someone like you, who is in his twenties and has never even kissed me, is an old virgin?"

Speaking of this, Li Yisheng became angry: "How dare you say that, tell me, are you old? Are you slandering me in front of our son? "

"No! I'm just telling the truth, and what is our son? If these words get out, people will misunderstand that you are having an affair with me, and you are the one who is suppressed by me."

The two of them were noisy, chasing and fighting. , returned to the shop as if playing.

In the evening, Brother Zhao cooked a lot of home-cooked dishes, including sweet and sour pork ribs, fish with pickled vegetables, boiled meat in red oil, kung pao chicken, braised chicken with mushrooms, braised chicken nuggets, and mapo tofu.

Because the fish was bought in large quantities, the fish fillets were cooked, and the rest was used to make a fish head with chopped pepper.

Two more vegetables and a table full.

It's so delicious and delicious, just looking at it makes people drool.

Li Yisheng couldn't stop eating, as if he had just come out of the mountains after eight hundred years of hunger.

Guaizi is not to be outdone, the two are evenly matched.

Lin Xiaoxia's family is even more excited. These three people have big appetites. If they usually eat four bowls, they can eat two more bowls if they encounter good food.

The rice steaming pots at home are much larger than those at other homes.

In the past, Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen didn't eat in the store, so they bought a small pot. Now that they are in Yuanzhou, they must eat with Lin Xiaoxia's family. With a few more people, the original pot at home is smaller. Brother Zhao Later, I went to the shop again and bought another one.

When he was choosing, the waiter came over and asked how many people in his family he had, and asked him to recommend them. Brother Zhao said seven, so the waiter chose a medium-sized pot and said that this one was just right, and it would be enough to cook. Buying a big one is not only inconvenient for cleaning, but also takes up space.

Brother Zhao made an excuse and chose the loudest one.

Although there are only seven people in his family, they are all very good at eating, and each of them is as good as the other.

The pot was full tonight, and in just a short while, most of it was gone.

Brother Zhao and Xiaofeng held the bowls and silently sped up.

Li Yisheng enjoyed the meal.

In the past, he didn't like to eat at the same table with Li Yixing. Li Yixing was so good at pretending that he could only pick up two grains of rice with one chopstick. He could eat most of the rice in the bowl with one chopstick. He just took two bites when Li Yixing put down his chopsticks. , said he was full, making him look like a pig.

Li Yixing always looked at him with contempt every time.

He thought that Li Yisheng could not see him, but Li Yisheng was the clear one in Dumen.

He often wondered what kind of tutor his second uncle's family hired for Li Yixing to teach him like this.

Eating doesn't mean eating less, just two or three grains in one mouthful to appear polite, like his brother, how ferocious the speed when eating rice! But after it enters the mouth, the person chews slowly, does not turn over the food randomly, does not smack his mouth, does not include chopsticks, just the action of picking up the food is pleasing to the eye, elegant and decent, and the most important thing is that this person also eats a lot, every time Every time there are two or three bowls.

This is what a normal man should be like.

There were so many people here, and after they had eaten enough, three children and one dog were running around and making noise in the yard. Li Yisheng didn't want to go back. In the end, it was too late, and Brother Zhao gave him two ice cream sticks, and then Li Yisheng was willing to leave.

There is still a room in the backyard, but the hospital is busy in the morning and it is not convenient to stay there.

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Chapter 244

After washing up and returning to the room, Fang Zichen told Brother Zhao about making extra money. After hearing this, Brother Zhao frowned and was silent for a while:

"There is still money at home, you don't have to do this work, I can support it." "I'm thinking of you."

The day before yesterday, Fang Zichen said that he was finished with his family affairs and was going to study in an academy. The provincial examination was no joke. There were only nine scholars in the entire town of Fu'an, including about 30 villages of different sizes, and many of them were still young. It took me over half a century to pass the exam.

It is difficult for a poor family to produce an official, firstly because the family background is not rich and powerful. The children of this family are enlightened at the age of three and are tutored by famous teachers. The house is full of books and the world is open to all rivers.

What about poor people?

Even at the age of three, I was still playing in the mud.

Those with better families still have to go to the academy to study in eight or nine months. It takes the whole family to buy a book or a pen, which leaves a huge gap.

Secondly, the "tuition fees" of good academies are expensive, and few children from farm families can afford to go to them. They have to settle for second-rate and third-rate academies.

In this way, it is a big mistake.

Brother Zhao also knew that August was almost over and he could only leave his hometown for a year. Brother Zhao wanted to take care of his family so that Fang Zichen could focus on his studies without any worries.

He knows that his husband is smart, but if there is no effort, there will be no reward.

"I know there is no shortage of money at home, but I don't want too much money and I don't need too much money. The more the better." Although I am happy to eat soft rice, as a man with ideals and ambitions, it is not a good idea to rely on his husband to support him. thing.

Fang Zichen stroked Brother Zhao's frown and said, "Okay, I'll go to the academy to register tomorrow and bring some books back to read. When the man comes back from visiting relatives, I'll go back to the academy to take classes. Anyway, I'm not in a rush for the next few days and a half." , you have to have confidence in your husband."

He came closer and bit Brother Zhao's ear. He straightened up and his face immediately turned pink. He couldn't help but laugh: "You have to know that your husband is not only powerful in bed, but also in bed. He is fierce and invincible. In other places, he is just a few steps away."

"Nonsense," Brother Zhao punched him and buried him in his arms: "It's good that you have an idea. Otherwise, I won't spare you."

"Hey," Fang Zichen said, "Xiao Fangzi obeys Master Zhao's orders."

Brother Zhao laughed again.

The next morning, Fang Zichen had breakfast and headed towards Qinghe Academy.

The store was also open. It was far away from home. As a newbie, he didn't recognize anyone. Brother Zhao stopped fussing and hung up a sign. He took a small bunch of firecrackers made by Fang Zichen and placed it at the door. After burning it, it is officially opened.

The sound of firecrackers made pedestrians on the street run away in fright. They waited until the smoke dissipated before gathering around again.

Oh, a new shop has opened.

There was red paper all over the floor, which was quite festive. But what did you just do? The sound is quite loud and quite scary. It can be heard even at the end of the street.

Pedestrians were attracted by the sound and looked at the word "three" on the shop.

【Selling food】

Selling food? What food do you sell?

People open shops to welcome guests, stay with guests, or something like that, but this shop just sells food, which is really perfunctory.

As soon as everyone entered, wow, it is so novel.

Cooked food on the left, cold drinks on the right.

The cooked food is hung with duck like this. I don't know how the duck was cooked. It is golden yellow. On the chopping board next to it, there are duck intestines, duck feet and duck neck. In another small wooden barrel, there are still duck feet soaked in it.

The cold drinks on the other side are even more incredible.

There was a huge rectangular bucket, and before I even got close to it, I felt it was cold and steaming from the top.

As soon as everyone saw it, they rushed over immediately.

There are cold drinks, popsicles, ice cream of different flavors, puddings, and various fruits, all of them colorful.

"What is this?"

"I don't know!"

"There's so much ice, this shop is so generous!"

The iced fruit is two cents more expensive than elsewhere, the popsicles without ingredients are six cents each, and the ice cream pudding costs ten cents. Six cents a piece. In Fu'an Town, there must be people shouting for money, but in Yuanzhou, there are rich people everywhere.

This is the only one in Yuanzhou. Things are rare and expensive, so the 'high-end' route is naturally more expensive.

After asking about the price, everyone dug into their wallets for the ice cream.

Within a short while, the cold items were sold out.

Ice cream pudding is suitable for all ages. Even if you don't like this flavor, there are other flavors. If you don't like it, there is also iced watermelon juice, orange juice, sweet and sour, and non-sour milk tea. If you don't like it, there is also ice cream pudding. , then you can only eat shit.

Everyone ate one. Seeing that there were so many customers, they didn't even finish what they had on hand, so they bought a second one, as if they were grabbing it. It was really delicious and very novel.

In the summer, such a mouthful should not be intimidating or joyful.

"What are you doing? You are eating from the bowl and looking at the pot. Why don't you be so greedy and let it go?"

"Bah, you have the nerve to blame me. You have eaten three of them yourself, and I only ate one. If you are greedy, let it go." "Don't let it go

." "Don't let it go." Seeing that they were about to start a fight, Lin Xiaoxia coughed and the two of them turned around. A wall of flesh, the two big bulges of breast meat on the chest were still beating faintly, bulging, as if they were about to burst the clothes and jump out. Then I looked up... The two people's anus tightened and then loosened together. Handed. The ice cream fell to the ground. Oh my God, there is such a Rakshasa in the store, it's really scary. Lin Xiaoxia picked up the ice cream, went into the backyard without saying anything, and came out with two baskets of cold treats. Although the cooked food section is not as good as the cold drink section, it is still good compared to other shops. The shop was suddenly overcrowded. Cold drinks were replenished three times, and customers came one after another. By noon, all the cold drinks in the big 'freezer' in the backyard were sold out. Li Yanmei asked if she wanted to bring out some more ice cream, but Brother Zhao said no. . For cold drinks, he takes the high-end route and uses hunger marketing methods. To create a feeling that ice cream is hard to find. If it were sold all day long, people would think it was easy to make and not worth the money! It just needs to be sold out occasionally so that customers won't find it too expensive. There were so many guests that the three children were recruited to be young men. Xiaofeng is not very good at arithmetic at the moment, so he can only help 'load' the goods in the deli area. Guaizi is responsible for the cashier, and Jiaojiao turns around to see if anyone has any luck. At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the cooked food was sold out. Brother Zhao was holding the small jar of silver, his face flushed with excitement. Yuanzhou is indeed full of rich people! Business is really easy. He didn't even bother to kill him. He took his two children and counted them for a long time... eleven taels and nine hundred and twenty-three coins. Brother Zhao's heart was pounding and his ears were shaking. Xiaofeng was happy, but Guaizi had no concept of money yet. He just felt that there was a pile full of money, and he would make a fortune.

In the past, when business was at its best in the town, it was only more than 20 taels for half a month. Now it is only half a day, and the business of the rich is really easy.

Brother Zhao hid the money and exchanged it for silver notes at the bank, otherwise it would be difficult to carry the copper coins.

He asked Li Yanmei to go out together to buy ingredients for cold dishes.

After making money, he was full of energy. Thinking about the two scholars who had just entered the store, he felt quite uncomfortable.

The two people were dressed in brocade robes, with sapphires hanging from their waists, and jade crowns tying their hair. They were flanked by two book boys, and they didn't even blink when they bought ice cream.

But his husband was different. When he went out for a stroll, he had to swallow his saliva all the way from the street to the end of the street. Everyone was a scholar, but his husband didn't have a bookboy, and he didn't have anything valuable hanging on him. Following his busy work inside and outside, now in order to make some money, he actually has to go to Shouyi Village.

It's all useless to me. If I could earn a thousand taels a month, my husband wouldn't have to be like this.

Brother Zhao was sad and distressed.

Sugar, which is considered a luxury product, is on the South Street side. South Street has many pedestrians and many high-end shops. Cloth shops and rouge shops are mostly opened here.

Just as I was about to enter the store, I heard a shout from behind.

Amid the noise among the hurried pedestrians, it seemed gentle, but also filled with uncertainty and doubt.

"Brother Zhao??"

Brother Zhao paused and turned around.

There were too many people on the street, and he didn't know where the sound came from. He was not even sure whether it was auditory hallucination caused by overwork, he asked Li Yanmei.

"Did you hear someone calling me just now?"

"No!" Li Yanmei said.

"Brother Zhao!!"

As soon as Li Yanmei finished speaking, the man called him again. This time he seemed sure, his voice was much higher, and he couldn't hide his excitement.

Li Yanmei'huh? ' As soon as Brother Zhao was shaken, he hurriedly ran toward the sound. Opposite him, a man with ragged clothes, tattered clothes, and a piece of cloth hanging on his body, with disheveled hair and unshaven beard, pushed aside the passers-by and rushed over. He hugged Brother Zhao.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao."

Brother Zhao pushed him away slightly, his voice trembling and unbelievable: "Xiaowen?"

Liu Xiaowen pushed his hair aside, revealing a pair of red eyes: "It's me!"

"You ······" Brother Zhao looked at him up and down: "You, why are you like this?" He cried with joy and sadness. Liu Xiaowen's 'dress' and the rough bones just now showed that he was afraid of being like this in recent years. Life was not easy: "We all thought you..."

"Thought I died?" Liu Xiaowen wiped his tears and choked up: "It's just a little bit close, I really can't come back, Brother Zhao , I'm so happy to see you."

The street is not a place for talking. Many people around looked over, as if they were watching a show. Brother Zhao was not used to it, so he pulled Liu Xiaowen: "Let's go back first"

...

Xiaofeng was resting in the room, and the boy rushed in hurriedly and dove into the quilt, leaving only his butt outside.

Xiaofeng was startled by his posture and opened the quilt: "What, what's wrong?"

"You Yeren." The good boy's little body kept trembling, and he pointed outside in fear, with tears in his eyes: "Daddy brought it with him. When Yeren came back, his father said, "How terrible is Yerenhui? Brother, you are afraid, you are afraid."

Xiaofeng hugged him and waved his fist, "Brother, Brother is here, he, he is here, brother, brother, hit him, hit him."

Chapter 245

Outside, Liu Xiaowen was holding a bowl and eating. Brother Zhao sat aside and listened to him talk about the past few years. He felt a little sympathetic to his experience and found it a little funny.

At first the Liu family couldn't afford the money, so Aunt Liu went to Xiaorong Village and wanted to borrow some from her son-in-law's family, but she couldn't. Liu Liu was already a few months old at that time. There had just been a new addition to the family and the child was still young. She would use it later. The amount of money received was even more, and everyone in the village was poor. There were only two members of the Liu family, and the taxes were less. The other families, four or five, paid even more. After the taxes were passed, everyone was depleted. It's hard to guarantee. In addition, the Liu family is from out of town and is not related to the people in the village. It is even more difficult to borrow money from them.

Liu Xiaowen handed over his share to Uncle Liu, and he was taken to the border by officers and soldiers.

Xiaohe Village belongs to the south. Unfortunately, Liu Xiaowen was taken to the northwest.

The southeast was guarded by troops led by the Qin family, and Xiao Xiao did not dare to invade. However, the northwest had been invaded by foreign enemies since the decline of the Zhou family.

Liu Xiaowen is a handsome man, like a young boy, only 1.73 meters tall. It is feasible for him to carry a hoe and work in the fields, but it is absolutely impossible for him to go to the battlefield and slash the enemy with a knife.

He was thin and small. He had traveled a long way to the northwest and was so thin that he had no meat. If he was allowed to go out to kill the enemy, he would only be able to kill others.

The officers and soldiers in charge of escorting, for the sake of being fellow villagers, asked him to be the leading soldier behind.

The Huotou Army, to put it bluntly, specializes in cooking for people. When marching from the front, they carry pot lids on their backs and follow them. They are chased and beaten by the enemy. Behind their troops, they also run away with pot lids on their backs. They are very safe.

Liu Xiaowen served in the army in Daxia for two years. He was in the southwest and spent all day cooking for others with a big shovel. After two years, he received twelve taels of retirement pay and came back from the southwest.

Those who were fighting at the front could use the carriages and boats provided by the government to come back. Those who worked in the kitchen at Liu Xiaowen had no missing arms or legs, so they would not be treated like this.

He bought a bag of the cheapest steamed buns and took a carriage back. The carriage was expensive, but the bullock cart would not run for long distances, and there was serious banditry outside, so he did not dare to go alone.

Hearing his accent, the groom knew that he was not from here. He was running towards the capital. In order to earn some money from Liu Xiaowen, he coaxed him into the carriage, saying that he would go back to Yuanzhou and take the waterway to the capital. It arrived in a month and a half.

Liu Xiaowen didn't know whether it was true or not. He just thought he had met a good person and was homesick. He didn't think much about it and hurriedly got into the carriage.

On the way, he chatted with the driver, who had a good attitude. He also lamented that there are many kind-hearted people in the world.

Finally, when he arrived in the capital, he said goodbye to the groom. He asked someone where he could make a boat. The man was from the capital and was well-dressed. Seeing that he was not as well-dressed as a beggar in the city, he asked him where he came from and where he wanted to go.

Liu Xiaowen also felt that he was out of tune with the people in the capital. He was reserved and had low self-esteem. He always lowered his head when talking to others, and replied: "I am from Yuanling in the northwest, and I want to go back to my hometown of Yuanzhou."

"Huh?... "The man's eyes widened when he heard this.

"Then why didn't you just go to Jiangzhou? Why did you come to the capital? You've already taken a long detour."

"The coachman said that it would be faster to take the waterway to the capital," Liu Xiaowen said.

The man's eyes became pitiful: "You have been deceived. The waterway from Beijing only goes south to Lingnan, and from Lingnan to Yuanzhou. There is no waterway in the middle. You can only transfer the carriage to Xiayang, Xiayang to Nanping, and Nanping to Luo The river is the only waterway to Yuanzhou. If you take this route, you won't be able to return home in a year or so. If you go directly from Yuanling to Jiangzhou, then transfer a carriage to Funan, you can take a boat back. "

Liu Xiaowen was confused. He had never heard of many place names, but he also caught the key points and couldn't help but panic: "This, this..."

The man said bluntly: "You are going to the original place. Are you serving in the military? I heard that the retirement fee is only a dozen taels! Even if there is a boat from the capital to Yuanzhou, you can't even afford a carriage. "You can't afford

a carriage ." After sitting for half a month, I went to Jiuliang.

What can you do with the little money left?

I thought I met a good person, but I didn't expect that he was a wicked person.

Liu Xiaowen had no friends and didn't know who to ask for help, so he had to find a job first. He didn't know a word of Chinese characters, so he did hard work continuously for more than half a year before he was worthy of thirty taels.

This must belong to the dignitaries all over the capital. If you smash a brick into it, there will be two official plots, so that you can earn so much in half a year. If you change it to other places, you don't have to think about it. If you don't starve to death, Everyone has to say Amitabha, God bless you.

Everywhere he goes, all the money is given to the horseman. When he is penniless, he will try his best to find work. The places in the prefecture are not bad. The prefecture is rich. There are many jobs and the wages are high. If It would be miserable when he went to town. People saw him as thin and refused to take care of him in many jobs. They were afraid that he would be exhausted from doing it and get involved in a lawsuit. There were not many rich people in town, and it was a small place. , people are not very courageous.

Unable to find a job, Liu Xiaowen could only beg for food, but everyone was poor and had too much time to take care of themselves. How could there be any spare money to pity him? He didn't have enough to eat, couldn't sleep well, and was even thinner. He finally managed to collect enough fare to go to the next city. Because he was in ragged clothes and skinny, the masters in the city were no longer willing to work with him. Liu Xiaowen I can only go back to my old business and make a living.

He started from Xiayang and begged all the way, asking for food for more than two years and almost three years. He finally arrived in Yuanzhou a few days ago.

If he knows the way and is not afraid of meeting gangsters, he can walk back. But Liu Xiaowen is a villager and has never been out of Fu'an Town. He doesn't know where it is outside. He really couldn't get money before. He gritted his teeth and thought. When he couldn't do it anymore, he just walked back and forgot about it. He took the more than ten coins he had collected, bought ten steamed buns and carried them on his back. Then he set out on the road boldly and high-spirited, walking all the way along the official road. He walked for nine days and eight nights. As a result, he was spared.

He first took a carriage from Pingxing Town to Luzhou, and then walked back to Pingxing Town from Luzhou.

The past three years have been so bitter and difficult that outsiders can't describe them.

Li Yanmei listened a few times in the yard, her expression full of weirdness.

I felt that this man was really pitiful, but I couldn't help but want to laugh.

Brother Zhao couldn't help but sigh as he watched him shed tears while picking up food, and listened to his 'heroic deeds'.

Liu Xiaowen has been like this since he was a child. He can remember a sentence for several years, but Xiaohe Village is only so big and the mountains are so small. This person does not remember the way and has no sense of direction. Walking on the trails on the mountain is difficult. Walk back and forth, and walk again the next day, and ask him if he still remembers where this road leads?

Can he reply to you: "Have we ever been on this road before? Why don't I remember it?"

Liu Xiaowen finished eating, finished talking about his own affairs, and asked some questions about his family. He knew that his father, mother, and husband were all doing well . Okay, then I asked about Brother Zhao.

He came up with a hundred thousand questions in a row.

"How have you been over the years?"

"Where are the children?"

"Did the Ma family bully you again?"

"They must have bullied you. The Ma family just helps the beasts."

"I'm back this time, and I'll protect you. Don't look at me like that. Although I've been miserable these past few years, I learned a few tricks from others in the army. I can swing a spatula very well and hit people like a tiger."

"Why are you here?

"Are you and Ma Wen together? Why are you so confused?" "Are you working in this store? Will your boss scold you if

you bring me in? "

? "Have I caused any trouble for you?"

Brother Zhao talked to him about what happened in the past six months.

Liu Xiaowen was happy for him and couldn't help but laugh. The excitement of meeting his best friends had dissipated a little, and then he remembered what was going on. He looked around and rubbed his side pants with his hands.

"Where's the child! Where is it! Let me see you."

Brother Zhao shouted outside.

Then a child ran into the house.

Liu Xiaowen was so happy that he felt like he had met his own child. He was so excited that he couldn't sit still, so he stepped forward and hugged him.

"Ouch! This kid is growing up so fast." He said with sore eyes. He regarded Brother Zhao as his younger brother and the good boy as his own child. He touched Xiaofeng's face and said, "You look good. You look good." , when I left, this child was as small as a kitten. I didn't dare to hold him hard. Now in the blink of an eye, he has grown so big. He is so tall. He doesn't look like a four-year-old at all. "

Xiao Feng tried his best to explain: "I, I don't, it's not..."

Liu Xiaowen hugged the child tightly and couldn't help himself, and said: "Come on, call me uncle."

He and Zhou Geer both said . He is older than Brother Zhao, so he should be called uncle, but Brother Zhou said that calling him uncle seemed old, so he asked the good boy to call him uncle. When Liu Xiaowen sneaked into Ma's house to deliver chicken soup to Brother Zhao, he hugged the good boy. , also one mouthful of "uncle hugs uncle hugs".

Brother Zhao looked at Xiaofeng suppressing his blush and said amusedly: "This is Xiaofeng, not a good boy."

"Huh?" Liu Xiaowen let go of his hand and looked at Xiaofeng: "Are you Meng's son? "

Xiao Feng nodded. He didn't have any impression of Liu Xiaowen. He couldn't help but be curious when he saw someone with an unshaven beard and an afro.

Liu Xiaowen didn't care. He was not a good boy, but he was from the same village. He finally came back and it was rare to see a second villager. It was a fellow villager who burst into tears when he saw a fellow villager.

"Xiao Feng, you have grown so big." He said: "When you married with your mother, you were still young, only a little over three years old. Now I look at you, you are a big man. Come on. Let uncle take a good look at it."

When Meng remarried Liu Gouzi, Liu Xiaowen had not yet gone to serve in the military. He had met Xiaofeng a few times at that time, but after a few years, the child looked the same every day. He had grown up and changed so much that if Brother Zhao didn't tell him, he wouldn't have recognized it.

Brother Zhao was a little at a loss when he saw Xiaofeng, and his body was stiff. Liu Xiaowen didn't know that he was a brother, so he patted him on the back, squeezed his shoulders, and said that the child was really good-looking and strong.

Xiaofeng's face turned red.

Brother Zhao pulled him over and asked, "Where is your brother?"

"Hide, hide in the house, he, he is afraid." Xiaofeng said.

"What are you afraid of?" Liu Xiaowen wondered.

"I'll go take a look." Brother Zhao arrived at Xiaofeng's room and saw the sweet boy's big head hiding under the thin quilt, with his small ass as big as a bowl exposed.

Brother Zhao patted it, and the boy's butt tightened, and he stretched out his two little hands to cover it.

"Ye Ren, come here, Ye Ren, come here, don't be a good boy, a good boy, you're a stinky boy, you hurry up, or your father will come back and beat you, oooooo~"

"What nonsense are you talking about." Brother Zhao pulled him out: "Go and meet your Uncle Liu."

The good boy's hair was disheveled, and his little hair was tilted to one side: "The good boy is afraid. Yeren will cut off a few drops of the child's penis and bite a few drops of the child's ass. The good boy is afraid."

Brother Zhao The son tried his best to calm down his tone: "Uncle Liu, you are not a savage! There are no savages in the world. Don't listen to your father's nonsense."

"Father is not talking nonsense. Father has seen birds. That savage ran out of Shennongjia. I miss you, father." , was punched by his father and saw with his own eyes that Simo would be lying!"

Brother Zhao couldn't help but feel a headache when he saw that he believed Fang Zichen's words. In the end, he persuaded him to go out.

It turns out to be Yoyodi's father!

Then you have to meet.

He is not afraid of him anymore if he is a human being.

Chapter 246

The good boy rushed into the kitchen and shouted: "Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu~"

When Liu Xiaowen saw him, he glanced at him: "Hey, good boy? Are you a good boy?"

"It's me!" The boy looked at Liu Xiaowen curiously. Liu Xiaowen not only had disheveled hair, but also had a dark face. It was not dirty, but sunburned. The good boy was hugged by Liu Xiaowen and said: "Uncle, daddy said, you are Yoyodi's father." , Then I, Ximo, haven't seen you before? I went to visit Yoyo, and I saw Uncle Zhou, Grandma Liu, and Grandpa Liu, but I didn't see you? Are you going to be a monkey in the mountains?"

"Ah? ?······" Liu Xiaowen was a little confused.

The good boy scratched his head: "Father said that if a bird is disobedient or not diligent, he will be driven to the mountains to work as a monkey, and then there will be a lot of hair on his face, like uncle. This is called, called~" He thought hard , Liu Xiaowen suddenly hit his head and said loudly: "Ah, my dear, I think of birds, this is called returning to my ancestors."

Liu Xiaowen: "..."

Liu Xiaowen thought this child was really funny, so he pinched him and slid He still couldn't put it down with his cute little face. He still remembered that back then, this little guy was born prematurely. Two days after he was born, he was still wrinkled and red. The hair on his head was colorless, as light as down, and his whole body was small. , was not as big as his palm, and his cry was weak and pitiful, just like a cat. But in the next few days, after drinking a few meals of goat milk he brought, the little guy's appearance immediately changed. Brother Zhao took him out, The midwife in the village saw her and praised her beauty. She said that she had been delivering babies for decades and had never seen anything like this. She looked so handsome. I still don't know what she will look like in the future!

Now Liu Xiaowen looked at him again, and he was really good-looking. He touched the good boy's head, feeling soft in his heart, and followed his words to educate him.

"Yes, yes, uncle was driven to the mountains to be a monkey by your Grandpa Liu because he was disobedient. He just came back now, so we, good boy, must be obedient in the future!"

Good boy nodded: "Good boy, Xi said! Children should be obedient and obedient. Dad loves them. Father loves them

. Otherwise, people will call you a dwarf when you go out."

"Good boy, you are not a dwarf." He said righteously, "Good boy, you are a mini-dwarf."

He looked serious, as if he had been hurt. He held on and made excuses: "Father said that the concentrated essence is the essence. My head is weighed down by all the drops of IQ! How big is your brain? It's all filled with brain matter! You have been suffering from this age for a long time. You shouldn't bear any weight, so the good boy is not tall."

Liu Xiaowen was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, thinking that this child was really funny.

The water had been heated in the kitchen, and Brother Zhao came in and asked him to take a shower first. It was not convenient to buy clothes outside at this time, so he went back to the room and gave him a set of clothes that he had never worn.

Anyway, they are similar in stature and Liu Xiaowen can fit in them.

After taking a shower, changing clothes, and shaving, Liu Xiaowen was finally able to meet people.

When he came out of the bathroom, Li Yanmei was working in the yard with a few children. Seeing his clean appearance, she smiled and joked that he finally looked like a human being.

Liu Xiaowen has a delicate appearance and looks very much like Aunt Liu. The good boy feels friendly when he looks at him like this. Looking at Liu Xiaowen, he can't help but say that he misses Grandma Liu.

Listening to what he said, Liu Xiaowen knew that the child must have been close to his family in the past few years since he had been away. However, after chatting for a while, the child spoke only about his father. He must have been greatly affected, and Liu Xiaowen couldn't help but become curious about the father he mentioned.

Brother Gang Zhao didn't elaborate, he only said that the person came from overseas and rescued him, and then the Ma family came to trouble, and he was with the person after that.

The man passed the examination as a scholar, took him and his children to study in Yuanzhou, and opened a shop casually.

Liu Xiaowen squatted next to Brother Zhao and washed the duck feet with him.

Brother Zhao said: "This is not much work, you should rest first."

"No need." Liu Xiaowen insisted on helping: "It's not tiring to beg for food, just sit on the street all day, and just shout when you see someone coming over with a bowl. "

'Please do me a favor and reward those who stutter!' 'It doesn't take much effort to say this. I was hungry first, so I didn't have much energy. Now I'm full and my whole body is full of energy.

He used to have a good relationship with Brother Zhao, and even though they hadn't seen each other for several years, they didn't feel alienated at all.

"Where did the one from your family go?" He asked mysteriously: "Why haven't I seen him?"

Just now Lin Xiaoxia came back from outside. Liu Xiaowen thought he was the one from his brother's family. When he saw him tall and tall I can't help but take a breath when I think of what I once said to Brother Zhao, "If he gets married in the future and is bullied, just tell him and he will vent his anger."

However, when Lin Xiaoxia called Brother Zhao "Master", he realized that he had misunderstood. This man was not Brother Zhao's husband, but from the family of the sturdy eldest sister who just chopped bones with bang bang.

Brother Zhao said while peeling the skin off the duck's feet: "I went to the academy to sign up."

When he said this, he couldn't help but be confused.

When Fang Zichen left in the morning, he said that it was easy to sign up and he would be back in no time. But when he left, he was so busy that he didn't think about it. Now that he thought about it, his husband had been gone for most of the day.

Did you go somewhere else to play on the way back?

Thinking of Fang Zichen's behavior, taking his children to dig onions and digging them into the river, Brother Zhao really thought it was possible.

"What does he look like? Can you describe it to me?" Liu Xiaowen said.

"I don't know what to say," Brother Zhao paused unconsciously, as if trying to find an appropriate word in his brain. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that any word he used to describe his husband was too shallow.

"It just looks good." Finally he said: "You look good when you smile, you look good when you are angry, you look good when you eat, you look good when you sleep..."

Liu Xiaowen couldn't stand listening anymore: "Did he pee on you?" They all think it looks good." After saying this, he saw Brother Zhao nodded seriously, feeling that his brother had changed.

Brother Zhao showed a smile: "My husband is so good-looking!"

Liu Xiaowen frowned as he looked at his coveted pig-like look.

The good boy listened and came over.

"Dad is right. My father is indeed a handsome idiot. He is the most handsome in the world."

Liu Xiaowen: "..."

He traveled all over the world and sat on the street begging for food for so many years. He didn't see anyone . However, when he was in the capital, he saw all the playboys passing by, but he didn't think any of them were stunningly handsome.

Rumor has it that he is a young master of the Hou Mansion who is talented, knowledgeable, knowledgeable, and good at playing the piano and poetry. His brother-in-law is Meng Ruqing, a handsome man who was famous in the capital at that time.

This brother is unparalleled in beauty. Li Chengan is his nephew and uncle, and he is very similar to Meng Ruqing.

But with just this three-point similarity, he has become the dream lover of many girls and boys in the capital.

There are many rumors in the village, and most of them are untrue. When Liu Xiaowen was doing the job of moving firewood in the back kitchen of a small restaurant, he listened to the waiter in front of him and didn't take it seriously. Later, when he went out to the street, he saw Li Chengan passing by on horseback. , with just a quick glance, I felt that this rumor was not too exaggerated.

Li Chengan was good-looking, and Liu Xiaowen felt ashamed after just one glance at him. He had an extraordinary appearance, outstanding temperament, and was handsome, but he didn't think he was too handsome.

Brother Zhao likes his husband because he is good in everything. He feels that even if the man picks his nose in front of Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao can still say that he is stylish.

Not to mention the good boy, at such a young age, what do you know? This kid just now is indistinguishable from humans to monkeys!

Liu Xiaowen spoke again, he had endless worries: "Then have you asked him whether he had married a wife and had children before coming to our Daxia."

Brother Zhao shook his head.

He didn't ask about it, but when he asked Fang Zichen if he wanted it for the first time, Fang Zichen said that he was not a human being and said that he was too young to do such a thing and begged him to let him go. Later, the relationship between the two got better. Fang Zichen wanted to be intimate with him, but he had to study. How could he have a wife like this before?

Seeing his denial, Liu Xiaowen frowned, with confusion on his face.

"It shouldn't be!"

"What?" Brother Zhao asked.

"You said he came from a wealthy family, but those from wealthy families usually get married in their teens. Even if the daughter-in-law is not married, she still has a lot of concubines."

Brother Zhao immediately said: "My husband "No."

"Ah? Is it because he has some hidden disease, or is he not very popular?"

"How is that possible?" Brother Zhao blushed a little: "Does he have any hidden disease?" Don't you know?"

"That's right." Liu Xiaowen said, "Then Ba Cheng is not popular. No one is willing to follow him." "

Unpopular?"

That's impossible.

It was because he was so popular that he was drugged and almost gave up. He even beat away many matchmakers.

Brother Zhao looked at Liu Xiaowen displeased: "My husband is not unpopular, he has high vision."

Liu Xiaowen glanced at Brother Zhao up and down: "I think this is impossible. If he has high vision, he can find you like this "What did you just say? "

Brother Zhao narrowed his eyes.

Seeing his murderous eyes, Liu Xiaowen smiled and moved to the side: "Don't be angry. It's not that you are bad. This is what you and Brother Zhou do in my eyes."

He gave a thumbs up, which was quite right. This is not to flatter, Brother Zhao is indeed well-behaved and cute, but Liu Xiaowen has been living in the outside world for several years, so he knows how much those in the high-end compound look down on poor people like them.

Sometimes he was just passing by, and when someone happened to go out and bump into him, everyone would say it was unlucky. They didn't understand before that he was sleeping under the eaves outside, and the servants would sweep him away, saying he was really brave and didn't even look anywhere. How dare you sleep here? Is this a place where even dogs and cats lie down?

When people in the village marry a daughter-in-law, they all look at the family background of the other person, how many acres of land, how many houses there are, how much dowry there is, whether they can work, and whether they can get help if they get married.

Marriage is like an exchange of interests.

This is especially true for wealthy families. Due to the orders of their parents and the words of the matchmaker, they may not have even met each other before marriage, and they will pursue maximizing interests without feelings.

If the other party came from a rich family, how could he think highly of villagers like them?

"It's different from what you said." Brother Zhao took a deep breath and felt the urge to punch Liu Xiaowen in order to send him on his way. He rubbed the duck in his hand vigorously and said, "You will know when my husband comes back tonight. "

Liu Xiaowen saw that the duck's claws were about to be crushed into mud by him, and he didn't dare to say anything anymore.

As long as the other party is good.

In the evening, Fang Zichen came back carrying a box of books.

As soon as he arrived at the door, the boy rushed out from the backyard when he heard the noise: "Father~"

"Oh, my baby!" Fang Zichen threw the box, caught the boy and hugged him.

The good boy held his face with wrinkled little hands, rubbed his face with his, and then said, "Where are you going today? Good boy, I don't even see you. Think about it." "

Father misses you too." Fang Zichen squeezed his hand and saw He turned a little white and asked: "Did you pluck duck feathers again today?"

"Well! After the good boy finished his exercise, he sold things with his father and brother. There were so many drops of kernels in the store that the good boy couldn't even collect them at the cash register. After finishing the bird, kill the duck."

Fang Zichen praised him a few words, and the good boy covered his mouth and laughed shyly.

Fang Zichen was stunned, feeling that his son had really grown up after not seeing him for a day. If he had praised him like this before, this damn kid must have climbed up the pole. He said he thought so too, but now he is even ashamed.

Do you still know how to cover your face and smile without showing your teeth? I don't know which yellow-flowered girl I learned from.

Chapter 247

His son would be ashamed if he did it. It's rare, it's really rare.

Fang Zichen wondered whether he should buy a handkerchief or something for his son to use.

Fang Zichen looked at the novelty, but suddenly felt as if a fiery gaze had been looking at him.

He looked back and saw a thin, monkey-like, dark man, like an African refugee, leaning on the door of the backyard to peek at him. When he saw him, his face turned red, he came out from behind the door and stood there. She straightened up and smiled at him.

Fang Zichen was confused: "Who are you?"

Liu Xiaowen looked very nervous and didn't know where to put his hands: "I, I am Liu Xiaowen."

"Ah!!" Fang Zichen was a little shocked: "Are you Liu Liu's father?"

"Yes. " Ah, yes."

"Are you still alive?" Fang Zichen walked over and said, "I heard from Brother Zhao that you have been serving for many years and have not come back. The northwest is in chaos and there are no swords and eyes. I thought you were dead. It's dead, the grass on the grave has grown again and again!"

Liu Xiaowen: "..."

"It's good to be back." Fang Zichen patted him on the shoulder happily.

Seeing him holding the boy, Liu Xiaowen took the initiative to help him move the box. First, he saw Fang Zichen carrying it without blushing or breathing. He thought it was very light, but when he lifted it, it didn't move at all.

He used all his strength again, his face turned red and his farts were about to spit out before he could lift the box.

Liu Xiaowen let go of his hand.

After being hungry for several years, my body is exhausted.

Fang Zichen smiled, put the good boy on the ground, freed his hands, and walked over: "I'll do it, it's very heavy."

Carrying the box back to the room, Fang Zichen held the good boy again and sat on the doorrail of the door, sticky. It's vague. I haven't seen you for a day, but I still miss it.

Liu Xiaowen secretly glanced at Fang Zichen several times, and remembered what Brother Zhao said at noon. His brother was indeed not bragging. This man is indeed good-looking. He is a man, and his heart beats wildly just looking at him, but he may be a good-looking person. They all had something in common, and he actually felt that the eyes of Brother Zhao's husband looked very much like the prince of the Hou family he had seen in the capital.

However, this man was much prettier than the prince of the Hou family. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while. He didn't know how to describe Fang Zichen. He could only think of what the waiter said when he was working in the kitchen of a small restaurant in the capital. Fang Zichen should be one of them. The kind I mentioned was dignified in appearance and extraordinary in temperament.

He felt a little ashamed when facing such people.

After Brother Zhao finished his work, he wiped his hands and came over. He sat next to Fang Zichen.

"Is everything going well today? Why did it take so long?"

"Don't mention it."

Fang Zichen became depressed when he talked about it.

He got the household registration documents in the morning and rushed to the academy excitedly. It turned out that the academy was good. It was built on the top of a mountain. Studying was like seeking Buddhism. He finally climbed up. The doorman saw that he was not wearing the uniform of the academy and stopped him. , saying that the academy was full of people and was not allowed to enter. He took out the household registration documents and came out. The doorman looked around and told him to wait for a while. He wanted to go in and report.

The doorman had been there for almost half an hour but didn't come back. He thought that as the premier academy in Yizhou, Qinghe Academy should be quite big, so Fang Zichen continued to wait. As a result, he was exhausted every day and he didn't come back after an hour passed. , this was a bit too much, Fang Zichen thought he had been let off the hook, and was about to pat his butt and go back, when the doorman came back panting and said he could go in.

Fang Zichen didn't know the procedures of the ancient academy. He followed the doorman and after walking for a while, he met the master in charge of the academy.

The man looked back and forth with his household registration, and then raised his eyes to look at him with a contemptuous and arrogant attitude: "Are you Fang Zichen?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Isn't it written on the household registration?

Did you just watch it for nothing?

He waited for an hour, feeling a little irritated. If he waited outside, he might say back, "Are you blind?" 'However, he was patient and nodded: "Yeah!"

Grandpa said that a real man can only be able to bend and stretch, and can pick up and put down.

Whatever position he is in, he should do something. If he is above ten thousand people, then he can be unscrupulous and walk sideways like a crab. If he falls into the dust, he should bow his head and be humble. Now that he is raising a family and traveling thousands of miles to study, he needs to have a more correct attitude.

The master in charge casually threw his household registration on the desk in front of him, and asked him something more, what books have you read, and do you plan to end up next year? The college exam in March, why did it take so long?

Fang Zichen walked over one by one. After asking the questions, the steward told him the rules of the academy.

This scholar's words are very literate, but the general idea is that classes start at eight in the morning, but morning reading has to be done at seven o'clock, a break at 11:30, and classes at two o'clock in the afternoon until five o'clock in the afternoon. Lunch can be taken in the academy They eat in the cafeteria, but no noise or fights are allowed in the academy. They must dress appropriately and behave appropriately. They must not be unkempt and unkempt, and they are not allowed to cause trouble when they go out. Academic studies and the reputation of the academy are the most important thing.

He was talking intermittently, as if he was just making up whatever came to mind. He was not professional at all. Fang Zichen was confused by what he heard. These college rules were very similar to the school rules, and he understood them even if he didn't tell them.

You can live in the academy, but it is more expensive. Fang Zichen can't live on campus, so the scattered expenses add up to almost 20 taels.

The most expensive thing is the hospital uniform. Fang Zichen came in at the wrong time. Everyone was in class and he didn't see anyone. He didn't know what the material was, but it was so expensive. If the material was not good, he would have to ask for it. There's a fuss.

The man handed him a wooden sign and told him to go to the Baijia Clothing Store at the foot of the mountain on Liu'an Street and have his measurements measured. Only after he got the uniforms could he come to the hospital to study.

This is against the rules.

It has never been said that students make their own school uniforms. The first set is bought by the school. If it wears out, you can customize it yourself. Moreover, he heard someone say that the uniforms of Qinghe Academy are all made by the academy. distributed uniformly.

This man also had a bad attitude towards himself. He was lazy and was doing something for him. But halfway through, he held the tea and drank it. He drank it for a long time, leaving him standing there alone, as if He forgot.

Fang Zichen stretched out his hands and was about to take the sign, but before he even touched it, the Master let go of his hand and the sign fell to the ground with a clang.

Fang Zichen: "..."

This scene seems familiar!

Last year at Zuixiaolou, Hao Desheng was like this when checking out. He doesn't think he is like Yin Bao, who is loved by everyone, flowers bloom when flowers bloom, and cars have flat tires, but this old man's attitude is quite intriguing.

The master frowned, his face immediately darkened, and scolded him for being slow and frizzy.

Fang Zichen's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything. He silently bent down and picked it up.

The master waved his hand and said he could go.

Fang Zichen was stunned.

Qinghe Academy is divided into two colleges. The first college is mostly for scholars, while the second college is for those who have good qualifications and have obtained Tongsheng.

Tongsheng only admits the top five students in each town in each session, and those with good qualifications first did not take the scientific examination, and secondly did not fill out the paper for selection. How on earth do they know that he has good qualifications? Who should be from a good family background and given more money? Whoever has better qualifications may be better.

Fang Zichen took a deep breath. In his situation, he should be admitted to the same hospital, but there are so many classes A, B, C and D in the same hospital. Which class should he go to?

He opened his mouth to ask, and the master looked at him as if he was impatient. He spoke briefly and concisely, saying Class C.

Fang Zichen asked again, what are the grades for classes A, B, C and D?

There are many people in Class A who have taken the provincial examination but failed, and there are still some who are ready to be dismissed.

Class B is regarded as the orthodox key scholar class. Although Bing and Ding are also scholar classes, they are different from Class B.

The three teachers in Class B have rich teaching experience and the most profound knowledge among all the teachers in Qinghe.

With Fang Zichen's 'score', he should have been admitted to Class B, but now he was assigned to Class C.

"Master, who are the people in Class B?" Fang Zichen asked.

The master said: "Bai Huanan, Ji Zinzhou and other top students."

Fang Zichen stared at him for a long time, and said with a cold face: "We are the first in the college examination, why can they enter Class B, but I have to enter Class C?" ?"

The Master said plausibly. He only said that he had read very few books. Bai Huanan Ji Zinzhou had already read a lot of books. He was extremely knowledgeable and had read a mountain of books. He could certainly get into Class B. And you! Even if you are ranked first in the college examination, so what, who knows if it is just good luck. To be a human being, you must have self-awareness. Don't be so ambitious at a young age, do not know what is meant, and have wishful thinking.

Fang Zichen laughed angrily.

He admitted that after years of hard study, he had indeed only read the book for half a year. However, a person might have to go over a book several times before he could read it and memorize it thoroughly. He only had to read it once. In this way, he was better than others. He saved a lot of time, and he didn't get something for nothing. He studied hard for ten years in Bai Huanan Ji Zinzhou. He didn't brag about anything else. To put it mildly, he still had nine years of compulsory education!

How could he be so lucky?

Even if he was lucky, why was he the lucky one and not one of Bai Hua Nan Ji's sailors was lucky?

If your strength doesn't allow it, no matter how lucky you are, you will have to eat shit.

The Master saw that his face was not so good, so he laughed, and slandered him again, saying that he was indeed from the countryside, and his vision was shallow. After taking the exam a few times, he felt that he was better than others. But there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the country. Country people , no knowledge.

At first he was impatient to talk to Fang Zichen, but now he began to 'preach', one sentence after another.

Most of the people in the village were illiterate, so they began to scold various human organs, and even greeted people from eighteen generations of their ancestors. The master's 'preaching' was still as refined as ever, but the derogation in his words was more intense than scolding people. The ancestors are even more unbearable. Fang Zichen's fists hardened when he heard this.

He said calmly and suddenly asked the master, is there anyone in your family who is an official in the court?

The master was interrupted by him. He scolded him rudely before replying: "No, why are you asking like this?"

Fang Zichen didn't answer and asked instead: "Where are the relatives over there?"

The master said again: No, this person should He is a proud man, saying that in his family, whether the main family or a branch, he is the most promising one.

As he was talking, he heard Fang Zichen laughing, as if he was very happy. He was confused and was about to ask why you were laughing, when Fang Zichen strode over with a gloomy look on his face and a terrifying breath.

"What do you want..."?

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Chapter 248

Fang Zichen didn't say anything. He picked up his household registration with one hand, put it under the desk with the other, and then turned the entire desk over.

The teacup and teapot on it fell to the ground and shattered with two clangs, and the brown tea that flowed out soaked all the books that fell aside.

The porcelain pen washer carved with green bamboo also fell aside and broke into several pieces. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were scattered on the ground.

The incident happened suddenly and without any warning. The master was stunned. When he came to his senses, he pointed at Fang Zichen with a trembling finger, his face full of disbelief.

"You, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Fang Zichen breathed out, as if he was about to become an immortal. He felt so comfortable: "Can't you see what you are doing? Are you blind?"

"You are presumptuous." The master was angry. His face was red. There were many dandy boys in the academy, but no one had ever dared to touch his face like Fang Zichen did.

"You are like this if you don't obey my teachings? You are really from the village and don't know the etiquette. If you enter the academy, although I am not your teacher, I am older than you, so you need to call me master. In this way, So you have to respect your teacher, you..."

"Respect your teacher?" Fang Zichen kicked the inkstone that rolled to the ground, then stepped on the leg of the table that fell to the ground, and grabbed the master's clothes. The leader pulled him closer and looked at him condescendingly:

"What is a teacher and what is the Tao? Even if I respect the teacher and respect the Tao, I am also a respected good teacher and the righteous Tao. Who are you? Why do you keep talking like a countryman? What's wrong with the people from the mountains? Are you eating your rice? People say you don't forget the people who dug the wells when drinking water, but you are looking down on people. Why, no one else has any knowledge, but you are the only one who has?"

The master choked in his throat and glared at him: "You, you are making excuses, let go!" He tried to pry Fang Zichen's hand from his collar to find out. The opponent's hands were like rocks, and he couldn't break them open. Then there was a cold scoff from above his head.

"Immortal."

The master couldn't believe what he heard. He raised his eyes suddenly. Fang Zichen said with a cold face: "Immortal, don't think that you will be fine if you eat a few more years of white rice and read a few more books. Tell me, you are so arrogant and rude to me. You are still far from lecturing me!"

The master was so angry that he was trembling all over and could not speak.

Fang Zichen let go, took out the silver he had just handed over from the small drawer of the desk, then threw the wooden sign on the master, snorted and walked away.

I don't want to leave you here, I have my own place to stay.

There is more than one academy in Yuanzhou.

Qinghe is not good, but there are also Pingqing and Shangan. There are too many. Why should I be so angry?

That old guy is neither his father nor his grandfather, and he doesn't owe him anything, so he dares to lecture him like this. He is so audacious that he doesn't know what to say.

If he goes to study somewhere else, he won't suffer from this cowardice here.

Oh shit.

Fang Zichen was fuming, grinding his back teeth and feeling windy when he walked. As he approached the courtyard gate, he saw a stone tablet standing on the left side with only four words on it - educate people and study.

On the wall of the adjacent courtyard there are also introductions to the masters' achievements and responsibilities.

Fang Zichen only glanced at it, his eyes fixed on one place.

The old man who loves love is called Bai Wenhui.

This man was just born with a Jinshi, he thought he was a second-class Jinshi! In the end, only one or three people dared to do this.

Fang Zichen stood up and landed, leaving a bright shoe print on the word Bai Wenhui.

...

Mr. Wu was about to leave the hospital and rush home. From a distance, he saw a person standing under the wall of the academy. He didn't know what he saw, but he stepped on it.

This is simply disrespectful.

Mr. Wu frowned and immediately wanted to step forward and scold him.

As he got closer, he felt that the figure behind him was inexplicably familiar, and he couldn't help but feel afraid.

The other party put his hands on his waist and cursed: "A mere first or third grader dares to point fingers at me. It's really like a dragon swimming in shallow water and being teased by a shrimp, and a tiger falling flat and being bullied by dogs. A successful cat is more powerful than a tiger, but a fallen phoenix is ​​not as good as a phoenix." Chicken."

Mr. Wu: "..."

He knows who this person is without even asking.

Apart from Fang Zichen, no one else in the world can be found with such a loud tone and such a "morally corrupt" style.

"Boy Fang." He said.

Fang Zichen didn't feel at all guilty of being a thief or being caught. He turned around to see him, blinked, and said happily: "Old man Wu, why are you here?" "

I..."

"Oh~" Fang Zichen Thinking of his status as a juren, he immediately asked: "You teach here?"

There used to be a slogan in the school called "My Home", and hygiene depends on everyone. If this old man were the master here, he would understand what he said about Qinghe Academy last time. For the sake of fame and reputation, why was this old man so angry at him?

That's right. Mr. Wu nodded and asked him, "Why are you here?" He was excited in his heart, but it didn't show on his face: "Do you want to come here to study?"

Fang Zichen nodded and shook his head.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Wu asked with an eyebrow raised.

Fang Zichen walked out with him: "I asked some people before, and everyone said that Qinghe Academy is good. Later, after many secret investigations, I felt that this academy is indeed not bad, so I just tried to make do with it."

He didn't see Mr. Wu gradually turning blue. With a face full of anger and disgust, he continued: "I wanted to sign up today, but that old man Bai Wenhui actually spit shit and humiliated me."

Mr. Wu paused and immediately said: "He humiliated you . ?"

He didn't believe that Fang Zichen would tell lies. Although Fang Zichen was a bit glib and did not do his job properly, and his words were somewhat exaggerated. 90% of the things that came through his mouth were embellished, but everything was based on 'facts'. The exaggeration and embellishment that goes into it.

So when he said that Bai Wenhui was rude, it must be true.

"That's not true." Fang Zichen waited for him outside the courtyard gate for an hour, and told him all about how he was humiliated and humiliated by Bai Wenhui, and how he endured the humiliation and burden.

The final summary: "I still won't come to this academy. A person with high ambitions dares to be admitted into the academy to be a master. The dean is not afraid of misleading others. He is also a den of snakes and rats. I am innocent." , Positive, optimistic and cheerful good man, you can't come here to teach them bad things."

Mr. Wu: "..."

What does this have to do with him? Why did he end up in a nest with humans, snakes, and rats?

Kill a bunch of people with one stick.

"People outside say that Qinghe Academy is good. Rumors about this are always exaggerated." Fang Zichen sighed, looked at Mr. Wu and said, "Old man, why don't you find another place to teach and educate people! This place is really not good. That's great."

Mr. Wu thought it could be saved. "Actually, Qinghe Academy is not as bad as you said, maybe it's just like this."

"That's enough for one person." Fang Zichen said: "Have you ever heard of the saying that one mouse dropping spoils a pot of soup? For some things, you only need to peek at a corner to know the whole story. Come up He also told me once that the masters in this academy are so awesome. It's all about Jinshi's understanding of the Yuan Dynasty. Jinshi is the second-class scholar, and the same Jinshi is the third-class scholar. If you talk about extraordinary qualifications and extraordinary knowledge, Bai Wenhui is of this level. Yes, then your academy is obviously not very good."

Mr. Wu: "..."

This brat is still so irritating.

Unfortunately, he couldn't refute even a single sentence.

Fang Zichen shook his head: "The old immortal Bai Wenhui's knowledge is not very good, and he is also morally corrupt. If people like him are retained in the academy, no wonder he even recruits scum like Sun Shangcheng. He teaches and educates people, but he must first be a good person before he can do anything. If you don't know how to teach, what's the use of reading?"

Mr. Wu thought of Sun Shangcheng and his face turned blue again.

When Jiang Zhengxu wrote to him earlier, telling him about Sun Shangcheng, he still thought it was ridiculous - how could a scholar do such an unconscionable thing.

Knowing what Guaizi had suffered, he wanted to visit him, but after all, Sun Shangcheng was from his academy, so this was a discredit to the academy. Before the matter spread, Jiang Zhengxu sent him a letter in advance, At that time, he was very busy with this matter, but at least it did not damage the reputation of the academy. Later, after he finished his work, more than a month passed. He heard that the good boy had recovered and could eat two bowls of rice, so he did not go there. , I only had people give me some supplements.

In the past, the academy only recruited students from the county examination and the government examination. Those who ranked top before the academy examination were not investigated. The academy recruits so many people every year. If we visited and investigated them one by one, we would probably find those who were in the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse and whose reputation would be compromised. , are not allowed to take part in the scientific examinations, so the college did not investigate the scholars who came to study.

Fortunately, the news about Sun Shangcheng was obtained in advance and they had already taken countermeasures before it reached Yuanzhou. Otherwise, the reputation that the academy had finally built up would have been destroyed in one day.

...

When I happened to arrive at the courtyard gate, the doorman saw Fang Zichen and Mr. Wu coming hand in hand. His eyes were a little dodgey. There was no place to hide here, and there was no way to hide, so he had to step forward to greet him anxiously.

Mr. Wu looked at him and pointed at Fang Zichen: "Xiaohua, do you still remember him?"

Although Xiaohua is a doorman, Xiaohua is seventeen years old, but it is inappropriate to call the doorkeeper, so he calls like this Yes, it's the same thing with Shutong.

The names of people with the same text are quite elegant.

Xiaohua said he remembered.

Mr. Wu asked him: "This boy said that he had been waiting outside the door for more than half an hour. Is this true?"

"Yes." Xiaohua did not dare to lie. Seeing Mr. Wu's face becoming more and more gloomy, he was afraid that people would misunderstand that he had left his post without permission. He made people wait for such a long time, and explained hurriedly: "The student didn't mean it. When the scholar came, I went in to inform him, but Master Bai asked him to wait outside, saying it was to test the man's will. "

Mr. Wu flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly.

Take a test?

When did the academy have such a rule?

It's not his turn to accept disciples and teach them, so what's his exam?

At that time, other masters complained to him, saying that Bai Wenhui was very knowledgeable, but he was too small. If a student accidentally offends him and apologizes or gives a gift, he will suppress him at every turn. Two students couldn't bear it and ended up changing classes.

But Bai Wenhui had two jobs, teaching students in the second college and managing the college's admissions. The burden on his shoulders was heavier than that of other teachers. Knowing this, he did not make a mistake.

There is a tendency of comparison among students, and the same is true among masters. Mr. Wu did not listen to what others said, but only believed in what he saw. Now he never imagined that this was actually the case.

How could Fang Zichen recognize Bai Wenhui? Since he didn't recognize him, there was no way he could offend him.

Bai Wenhui was like this, Wu Lao thought about it, he should be doing it for Bai Huanan. He had heard earlier that Bai Wenhui loved his nephew very much. This year, Bai Huanan lost to Fang Zichen in the college entrance examination, and Fang Zichen passed the government examination only half a year after the college entrance examination. This made three people prepare for the college examination. How can the love of Baihuanan, which has lasted for almost four years, be so embarrassing?

Thinking that he regarded Fang Zichen's passing as lucky, Bai Wenhui felt unconvinced on Bai Huanan's behalf.

Mr. Wu stopped and took Fang Zichen back.

"What are you doing?" Fang Zichen said: "I'm already hungry and want to go home for dinner."

Mr. Wu "..."

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Chapter 249

Mr. Wu didn't know what to say.

This kid doesn't know if he is big-hearted or heartless. At this time, he still thinks about eating?

According to this kid, he would eat anything, and he would not give up if he didn't make the other person angry and lose half his life when being treated like this.

Are you a reformer today?

When he arrived at Bai Wenhui's place and saw the mess on the ground, Mr. Wu realized that this was a change of temper.

Even a dog can't change its habit of eating shit!

This kid also has a really big memory. He overturned someone's desk here. He was so angry and even stamped on someone's name. If other scholars saw those footprints, I don't know what they would think!

Bai Wenhui shivered with anger when he saw Fang Zichen. He had just been wiping the books when someone came in. He pointed at the person and wanted to curse. When he saw Master Wu on the side, he immediately changed his attitude.

"Dean, why are you here?"

Fang Zichen thought that this person must be a dog, so he started barking at him. When he saw the dean, he started to lower his head and stick out his tongue. The dean is amazing!

Not... Dean? ?

Is this person the dean?

Fang Zichen's eyes gleamed again.

Damn, with such thick thighs, if he had known about it earlier, he would have established a relationship and found a back door, and he wouldn't have had to suffer that bad luck just now.

"Why am I here, what do you think?"

Mr. Wu scolded Bai Wenhui until he dropped his head to his chest. At such an old age, he still has trouble getting along with a junior. After all these years, he has really lived like a dog. Gone in the stomach.

Bai Huanan didn't get the top spot. That's because his skills are inferior to others. You are literate and knowledgeable, but you abuse your power to embarrass others. It's really inappropriate.

Fang Zichen nodded fiercely at the side.

"That's right, a man who is almost fifty years old has already died in a dog's belly." He turned around and saw Mr. Wu panting violently with anger. He quickly gave him a favor and said most flatteringly: "Don't be angry, old man. Don't be angry. At your age, the soil is buried up to your throat. You should be careful. It's better to die than to live. It's not worth it to be so angry."

Elder Wu: "..."

Elder Wu glared at him: " If you say less, I can live a few more years."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen closed his mouth gloomily.

When Bai Wenhui saw the two of them acting like this, he knew that they were probably very close to each other.

Because he had never seen the dean interact like this with anyone. If he was really angry, he would have thrown up his sleeves and left.

After Bai Wenhui finished packing, Mr. Wu stared at him and asked him to handle Fang Zichen's enrollment in person.

Finally, Mr. Wu said: "Arrange him to enter Class B."

Bai Wenhui: "Yes, yes, yes."

Mr. Wu sneered: "You are so embarrassed for Xiao Sanyuan to enter Class C."

Bai Wenhui did not dare to speak.

In the first hospital, classes B, C, and D adopt a shift system. Those who do not perform well in monthly exams will be dismissed. This system can not only give students a sense of urgency, but also allow them to get more capable students. Good education.

If Fang Zichen was not Xiao Sanyuan, he should indeed be in Class C. If he showed promise, he could be promoted to Class B.

Although this person had no background, Bai Wenhui did not dare to go too far. It would be unjustifiable to put him in Class D, but he was blameless in Class C.

After all, those talented people who came to the college exams in previous years, even those who topped the list, were admitted to Class C.

In the past, the dean had never cared about these talented people, but now he was uncharacteristically different.

It's a pity that Fang Zichen is not only at the top of the list, but also tops the list three times in a row. The orthodox Xiao Sanyuan is naturally different.

Bai Wenhui knew about this before, but he thought that the dean was usually busy and had met so many outstanding students, so he didn't take it to heart about Xiao Sanyuan. He just wanted to vent his anger, but he didn't expect that the other person was the same person. The dean met.

It's really a waste of time to offend people.

Fang Zichen poked Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu looked at him: "What are you doing again?"

Fang Zichen smiled. Once he smiled, he looked harmless to humans and animals. His facial features, which were so arrogant and sharp, would become much softer, and his brows were gentle. He could be as obedient as he wanted. In the past, his father His parents, even his unsmiling eldest brother, who was already a domineering general worker, all hated him the most. He smiled and said he wanted stars, and they all wanted to pick the moon and give it to him.

"Can I go through the back door?"

Mr. Wu's expression softened visibly: "Huh?"

Isn't the back door open?

Fang Zichen rubbed his hands and whispered: "I want to enter Class A."

Mr. Wu suspected that he had heard wrongly, and his tone became louder again.

"What did you say?"

"I want to enter Class A." Fang Zichen repeated.

Mr. Wu panted heavily and looked at Fang Zichen intently, as if to see if he was joking. Fang Zichen smiled at him, and even took the initiative to bring a stool from the side and patted it:

"Old man, sit down. Sit down, don't stand."

I have been standing for a long time, and I have never seen anyone so 'filial' before, but now I am quite good at currying favor with him.

If it had been anyone else, he would have screamed and rolled away, but Fang Zichen laughed. As soon as he sat down, he immediately pressed his shoulders and hit his back diligently, as much as possible.

Bai Wenhui was full of disdain when he saw him like this.

The dean is famous for being selfless. Where is Class A? Come in if you want? If that were the case, he would have already arranged for his nephew to be involved.

Fang Zichen was destined to work in vain.

He was just about to watch the show quietly, but unexpectedly he heard Mr. Wu ask: "Have you thought about it?"

Bai Wenhui was completely shocked?

This... the dean wants to agree?

"Think about it." Fang Zichen pinched Mr. Wu's shoulder and said, "There's still a year until August next year! As long as I read more books, hang beams to prod my buttocks, and chisel walls to steal the light, Huang Tian will definitely pay off his hard work. "Human."

Mr. Wu glanced at him and said thoughtfully: "You are so confident, but I think it is a little too anxious. The provincial examination is not as good as the college examination."

Fang Zichen said enthusiastically. It is said that if you pass the exam and become a scholar, you can earn six taels of silver a month!"

Mr. Wu: "..."

He knows.

Fang Zichen continued: "If I don't take the exam next year, I have to wait another three years. If I pass the exam earlier, I can get it earlier. If I wait three years, I will lose a lot of money. I will lose at least several hundred taels!"

Wu Old: "..."

Bai Wenhui: "..."

This guy's tone is really extraordinary! I haven't passed the exam yet, so I'm just thinking about the monthly exams.

And he said this as if he was 100% sure to pass the exam as soon as he got on the field.

Mr. Wu was silent for a while, and was squeezed comfortably by Fang Zichen again, and...

he thought that if he didn't agree, this kid would immediately turn around and go to other colleges, so just go in! If you don't pass the exam, it doesn't matter. You should just gain experience.

However, Class A progresses quickly, unlike Class B. Although Class B is slower, the lectures are detailed. Class B to Class A is a transitional stage. Class A has probably finished teaching the contents of the provincial examination. Now Go through it again to deepen your impression, fill in the gaps and expand.

Fang Zichen knows it all, isn't it just like the three years of high school? The new knowledge taught in the first two years will be reviewed and checked for omissions in the second year, and then papers will be written and discussed. Class A is the senior year of high school, and Class B, C, and D are the first two years of high school.

Fang Zichen had just taken the high school entrance examination and wanted to take the college entrance examination directly, but he could only jump directly to the third year of high school.

It's a bit difficult, but there are many benefits if you pass the exam.

Mr. Wu relaxed, but before Fang Zichen could say thanks, Bai Wenhui stepped forward first.

"Dean, this is against the rules."

Fang Zichen felt that this man was really annoying, so he pointed at him and started to yell at him.

"Rules? What are rules? What the dean says are the rules. Whose owns this academy? It belongs to the dean. He is the boss. He can do whatever he wants. You little guy, it is your turn to comment? How dare you force me again? "Fuck me, do you believe me?"

"You..."

"What are you doing?" Fang Zichen hugged him with his thighs and started holding chicken feathers as arrows, with his hands on his waist and his nostrils pointing up. I'm angry. I really want the old man to fire you! I'm not joking. I'm serious."

Mr. Wu wanted to kick him: "Okay." He motioned for Fang Zichen to shut up and looked at Bai Wenhui: "Press me. It's okay."

Bai Wenhui's chest was heaving. He looked at Mr. Wu and seemed to want to say something more, but remembering what Fang Zichen had just said, he didn't dare to say anything anymore. He took a deep breath and asked Fang Zichen about his clothing size and registered it. , took out another sign.

With this sign, you can come here directly to collect the college uniforms, some books and other items distributed by the college three days later.

After coming out of Bai Wenhui's place, Fang Zichen fanned Mr. Wu with his hand, and then pulled his sleeves to wipe his sweat, which was very mean.

Mr. Wu looked at him funny, without thinking too much, and said: "Come on, haven't you been admitted to Class A? Are you still doing this? You, you, let me tell you what you are good at. You love to cause trouble wherever you go. After all, he is a master, so you just turned the table over. You are really not showing any face to others, and you are not afraid of offending anyone."

"What are you afraid of? I asked him beforehand. He has no relatives who are officials, and he has no backing. If he does, he will settle the accounts with his wife. , If not, you still have to eat the food while it's hot. I'm not the kind of brainless person, I do things carefully!" Fang Zichen said proudly.

Mr. Wu looked at him coolly, smiling: "Oh? Then I should praise you?"

Fang Zichen shook his head: "That's not necessary."

"If a person has a backing, what should you do?" Mr. Wu asked curiously.

Fang Zichen waved his fist: "If you can't hit him head-on, why don't I secretly put a sack on him? I put a sack on him and dragged him to an alley. He yelled at me every day for no response, and he yelled at me for not being able to do anything. Then I can only let me do whatever I want." Then I beat him until he was half paralyzed."

Old Wu: "..."

Old Wu's hands were itchy: "Didn't you say that you respect the elderly and

love the young ?" young?

"Yeah! That's why I didn't hit him, I just flipped the table. It was just a joke," Fang Zichen said flatteringly: "Old man, I want to take a month's leave."

Mr. Wu's voice was even higher: "What do you mean? What? You just signed up and you're thinking of taking a month off?"

Chapter 250

Fang Zichen grimaced, and his eyes turned red for a moment: "Do you think I don't want to study hard? The heart of patriotism and love for the people in my chest is always beating loudly. I can't wait to join the court and become an official immediately. Serve the people and do great things for the court, but..." He choked up when he said this.

"Now that I have a husband and children, I have to think about them. If I don't care about my family, why should I care about everyone? You may not know that my son suffered a lot. In order to save him, my husband and I scrimped on food and clothing. Since then, I had to squeeze money out of my teeth to get enough money to give to the hospital. Now my family is completely empty. For the past six months, my husband and I have lived on a bowl of wild vegetables every day. There is too much soup and not enough vegetables. Take a sip, I'll take a sip."

The veins on Mr. Wu's forehead throbbed faintly. His fists were itching, and now his feet are itching as well.

Fang Zichen's complexion is rosy and shiny. How can he be like this after eating wild vegetables for half a year? In July, he wrote to Yang Mingyi and asked about Fang Zichen. Yang Mingyi had not been to Xiaohe Village since the New Year. Fang Zichen stayed in the village every day. He didn't know what he was doing recently, so he went to the shop to find Brother Zhao. Son, Brother Zhao said that he took his children up the mountains to look for chickens and fish in rivers every day, without doing anything serious. Yang Mingyi knew what his grandfather was thinking, and was afraid that writing as Brother Zhao said would make him very popular. So he was more euphemistic, saying that Fang Zichen went to the mountains to hunt, went down to the river to do laundry, was diligent in housework, and occasionally read a book.

Therefore, this is because he doesn't know and wants to fool him!

"I don't have enough to eat or clothes to keep warm." Fang Zichen hunched over and wiped his tears again. His figure seemed to be forced by life, and his spine was crushed: "My son has not grown in size for more than half a year. For most of this year, he has not grown. ! Not tall at all, and now he is as thin as a monkey. Before, in the village, a group of monkeys ran down from the mountains, and my son hit me. I couldn't tell which one was hit by me. I've been looking for most of the day but couldn't find it...

" Mr. Wu: "..."

Are you treating him like a monkey?

Mr. Wu couldn't listen anymore, so he slapped him in the face and took a deep breath: "Speak humanly."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen became serious, stopped pretending, and stood up straight: "Front I have found a high-paying job and I want to work for a month."

Seeing him talk about this, he couldn't restrain his excitement and asked curiously: "What kind of job?"

Fang Zichen replied: "Guarding Yizhuang.

Mr. Wu twitched his mouth and said reluctantly: "What did you say?" "

Guard Yizhuang!" Fang Zichen looked at him: "Old man, your ears are not working properly."

"How can you go? " It's not shameful to do that kind of thing," Mr. Wu said subconsciously.

Although he was different from other literati, from the bottom of his heart, he still felt that this kind of work that ordinary people did not want to do could not be put on the stage, and it would not be nice to talk about it.

Fang Zichen was unhappy when he heard this: "Old man, your thinking is very bad. How can you be embarrassed if you are down-to-earth and don't steal or grab the money you earn from the work you do? Three hundred and sixty lines, everything goes out Number one scholar! Why don't you understand this?"

Mr. Wu was suddenly speechless.

"Do you think that anyone who wants to do my job can do it! You don't even dare to do it for you. I heard that there was a guy in front of me who was so frightened that he is still incontinent! You probably can't do it if I ask you to do it. , But I can do things that I can't do. If others do it, you should give them a thumbs up instead of saying something embarrassing." Fang Zichen said.

He used to go out to eat with his grandma. The food in the hotel was good. He said he wanted to be a chef when he grew up. His grandma smiled and touched his head and said yes! Then grandma will be very happy.

I went to the company to play, and I saw a bodyguard standing outside the office dressed in black, with a walkie-talkie in his ear, his hands behind his back, and his aura. He said he wanted to be a security guard when he grew up, and his father said he was awesome. , is an idealistic person. By becoming a bodyguard, he can protect himself and others.

When he was a child, he wanted to be a garbage collector, a cleaner, a cook, a case handler and an arrester, or a man in a white coat. No matter what he did, his family always agreed. They never said this would not work or that would not work. This profession is disgraceful, but Old Man Wu, a master who has been teaching and educating people for most of his life, still says such things.

Ideological awareness needs to be improved!

Mr. Wu was silent for a while and looked at Fang Zichen deeply.

Fang Zichen couldn't speak anymore and took two steps to the side: "Old man, why are you looking at me like this? You think I'm handsome, talented and capable, and you suddenly fell in love with me?"

Mr. Wu: " ······"

Seeing that he was shaking with anger, Fang Zichen laughed: "I was just joking, to liven up the atmosphere! Don't be angry, don't be angry."

Although it is a year before leaving home, you still have to study. There are a lot of things, and in Mr. Wu's opinion, time is tight. Now Fang Zichen is still thinking about making extra money. He knows that this kid is greedy for money. If he is forced to go, he will definitely be obedient, but he will inevitably have to nag him. Most of the year.

He was really afraid of this man's mouth.

Mr. Wu took him to the study room, picked out a box of books, and told him to take it back and read it. If he encountered something he didn't understand, he would come back to him.

Fang Zichen obeyed and kept nodding.

Recalling what shopkeeper Yang had said to him, Mr. Wu warned seriously: "Don't think of any crooked ideas. You have to return it to me after reading it. Don't just try to resell it."

Fang Zichen said sarcastically and blushed . "I know."

Mr. Wu turned around and asked about Guaizi. He said that the child was now four years old and it was time for him to become enlightened. But did he find a wife for him?

Fang Zichen shook his head.

Mr. Wu said: "Then send me there!"

Although Mr. Wu only has a son and a daughter, his younger daughter has passed away, and now he only has one child.

But Wu Zeyu got married early, had one wife and two concubines, and now has several children at home.

Mr. Wu didn't teach often, usually two or three times every three or four days. During the rest of the time, except for school affairs, he would spend most of his time teaching a few children at home.

Wu Zeyu is incompetent. He is now in his thirties and has been off a few times. He seems to be in love with Class A and does not want to be separated. Now he is still squatting in Class A, and his buttocks are about to grow.

Mr. Wu knew how much he weighed. Wu Zeyu had only reached the end of his life. Climbing up would be more difficult than a sow climbing a tree. Therefore, he put his hope in the children at home, hoping that they would be successful. .

He sat down at the foot of the mountain in his house, and Fang Zichen's eyes rolled.

If you come by yourself in the morning, you can carry your child there, and when you go back in the evening, you can take your child back with you. This is like having a kindergarten downstairs in the company, which is very convenient.

At first he was reluctant to let go of his son, so he didn't respond. Now it couldn't be better. Afraid of being regretted, Fang Zichen picked up the box and said: "Old man, I will send the child to you tomorrow. Thank you for this book. I will give it to you right away when I get back." Shang incense, pray to God to give you a long life, and you don't have to send it away."

Mr. Wu couldn't help but laugh when he saw him walking away quickly with the box on his back.

Although this kid is a bit confused, he sees some things more openly and clearly than he does.

Sigh...

After all, I am getting old and can't compare.

This meeting was still between classes, and Fang Zichen didn't see anyone along the way. It was a bit far away from where the previous class was, and he could only hear faint readings.

Let's not talk about other things, the greening of this academy is quite good, with shady green plants, flowers and plants along the road, and some stone tablets carved with anecdotes of famous people, which is quite elegant.

...

When Brother Zhao heard what he said, he couldn't help but worry: "That master won't trouble you in the future, right?"

Fang Zichen and the other two brothers put their arms around his shoulders and said, "What are you thinking! He wants to trouble me? Are you kidding me? It's a good

thing if you don't cause trouble for him. Just keep it in your stomach. Don't think too much. If you think too much, you won't be able to eat or sleep at night. You should lose weight when you fall asleep. : "Isn't it good to be thin?"

"It's not good." Fang Zichen pinched his face: "I like you like this. It's slippery when I hold it. I really can't put it down. Kissing it is like kissing jelly."

Brother Zhao said no. I don't know what jelly is, but after hearing this, I feel sweet in my heart.

Because Fang Zichen had to work in the evening, he had to eat dinner quickly.

Brother Zhao was busy in the kitchen, and Liu Xiaowen came over to help. Brother Zhao saw that he hesitated to speak several times, but never said anything, so he simply asked directly.

"What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

"Yeah!" Liu Xiaowen scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "Brother Zhao, can you lend me some money? I want to come back tomorrow." I met Guaizi today, and he wanted to go around. tight.

A few months after the child was born, he went to serve in the army. Now that the child is four years old, he has never seen the child and does not know what the child looks like.

Is it like him? Or does he look like Brother Zhou?

He asked Brother Zhao, and Brother Zhao said he was more like him.

He missed his son, his husband, his parents, and couldn't wait to go back.

But his pockets were full of air. Although Yuanzhou didn't want to leave Fu'an Town, he had run the wrong way several times in the first place. He still dared to wander around because he was afraid that he would be close to home in Yuanzhou after finally arriving. , and went far away again, to Rao Jingcheng.

Fang Zichen had a strong temperament and an outstanding appearance. Liu Xiaowen didn't dare to look at him. He always felt that there was too much difference between them. Fang secretly watched Fang Zichen getting along with Brother Zhao, and he knew that Brother Zhao was right. His husband was He was embarrassed to look at the sticky energy of the father and son who doted on them very much. Brother Zhao had survived, so that he could feel at ease when he returned to the village.

He added a piece of firewood to the stove and heard Brother Zhao say: "You stay here and work! Brother Zhou and the others will be here in two days."

"Ah?"

Brother Zhao asked Brother Zhou to come After talking about working here, seeing Liu Xiaowen still dumbfounded, he asked: "Or do you want to go back?"

Liu Xiaowen shook his head.

The farmland at home was tight, so when he went back to guard the little farmland, he couldn't even get enough to eat after paying the taxes. In the past, he had to tighten his belt to live a life, but now that he had a way out, he had to come out.

Liu Xiaowen patted Brother Zhao on the shoulder.

"Brother Zhao," he wanted to say thank you, but after thinking about it, he didn't know what to say. After doing so, he only said two words: "Thank you."

Brother Zhao smiled: "There is no need between us. So polite."