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Chapter 41

The next day, Fang Zichen went to work. Brother Zhao carried water, cleaned up the kitchen, picked up the basket, closed the door and went to Brother Zhou's house.

He ate all the bamboo shoots he dug up a few days ago. Fang Zichen especially liked this vegetable.

Chop it up and fry it with minced meat. He can cook a big plate by himself. I also like to let him fry some and drink it with porridge in the morning.

A small tank was eaten in just a few days.

He planned to pick some more and bring them back. If there were more, he could make some sour bamboo shoots. They would be delicious when stir-fried and cooked with noodles. Fang Zichen would definitely like them more.

There is a moso bamboo growing on the south slope of the village, but the terrain there is steep and full of rocks, so it is not safe for the boy to go there.

When we arrived at Brother Zhou's house, Aunt Liu and the others happened to be having dinner. When Brother Zhao said it, Brother Zhou immediately agreed.

The good boy has already eaten. Brother Zhou asked him if he would eat. He shook his head: "The good boy has eaten. His stomach is full. Uncle Zhou eats."

He went to the yard to play alone and followed him with his eyes. Let's go, how can I still think about eating? I hurriedly took two mouthfuls of rice, put down my chopsticks and ran out immediately.

When Brother Zhou called him, he said he was full.

"I've only had two bites. I'm afraid I'm going to feel hungry in the afternoon." Aunt Liu said.

"Whatever he wants," Brother Zhou said, "The good boy is here, how can he still be in the mood to eat, and he doesn't like to eat this wild vegetable porridge, so just be hungry! It's fine if you don't starve to death."

The two children were also well-behaved . , will not run around.

Brother Zhou's family raised two old hens. He usually threw in a few vegetable leaves to feed them. The eggs they couldn't eat were too small to lay. Yoyo took his little boy to the roadside to dig for earthworms. He filled a bamboo joint with it. Walk home slowly.

In the past, Guaizi liked to squat aside and watch him feed the chickens, but today for the first time, he didn't follow him.

After Yoyo fed the chickens and came to the front yard, she saw the boy squatting on the ground with a small wooden stick and drawing earthworms.

"What are you doing?"

"Writing," the boy said, "Father taught me!"

"Wow~" Yoyo is also young, a little over three years old. He doesn't know many things clearly, but he often hears people say , people who can read are very powerful, they can be high officials and earn a lot of money.

He was a little envious. He squatted down with his chin on his hands and looked carefully. However, after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't understand what it was.

Yoyo said: "Good boy, I want to learn too."

"Okay," Good boy folded half of the stick and gave it to him: "You read to me, read and write at the same time, and you will learn how to bird in no time."

That's what Fang Zichen is like . Taught him.

When he came back in the evening after buying the book, before it got dark after dinner, he took the book and sat in the yard to read.

He didn't have much time at home in a day, and the good boy wanted to play with him. Brother Zhao took him back to the kitchen and didn't let him go for fear of disturbing Fang Zichen.

The good boy stood in the kitchen for a while, but he really missed Fang Zichen, so he walked to the window. He was so small that half of his head could only be seen through his feet, and he looked at Fang Zichen eagerly.

Fang Zichen had noticed him early, raised his eyes to meet his aggrieved gaze, smiled and waved to him.

The good boy laughed and glanced at Brother Zhao. Seeing that he wasn't paying attention, he ran out, wrapped his arms around Fang Zichen's neck, rubbed his face, and said stickyly: "Father, good boy misses you.

Fang Zichen held him in his arms and said, "How much do you miss me?" The

boy sat obediently in his arms and gestured with his hands: "Duoduodi, there are so many!"

"Why do you miss me, dad?

" Good boy, I love you father."

Fang Zichen kissed him on the cheek and said, "I love you too, can you teach me how to read?"

Good boy clapped his hands: "Okay~"

Brother Zhao stood at the door of the kitchen and Fang Zichen held his hand. He called him over and said he would teach him.

Brother Zhao hesitated: "Will it disturb you?"

"No," Fang Zichen shook his head: "Teaching you is like reviewing it again."

After half a month of teaching like this, Guaizi and Brother Zhao have learned a lot. He can also add and subtract two-digit numbers.

The sun was too hot, so the two children moved to the eaves. Brother Zhou and Aunt Liu were collecting shoe soles, while Uncle Liu was gathering straw ropes.

The sound of childish reading came in.

"When humans are born, their nature is inherently good."

"When humans are born as pigs, their nature is inherently good."

"Do you still understand the meaning of this sentence?" Guaizi asked, pointing to the words on the ground.

Liuliu thought for a while and shook his head: "I forgot."

Guaizi said seriously: "Even when people are just born, they are always kind."

"Oh! I remember."

Uncle Liu stopped, Brother Zhou and Aunt Liu looked at each other, stood up and came behind the two children.

Brother Zhou stared at the words on the ground, looking a little excited: "Good boy Liu Liu, what are you doing?"

Liu Liu took the lead and said: "Good boy is teaching me to read."

"Really?" Brother Zhou squatted down and looked. Looking at Guai Zai: "Zai Zai, do you know how to read?"

Guai Zai nodded: "Yes! Father taught me."

His forehead was so hot that he was sweating, and Aunt Liu led him into the house: "What did your father teach you?" "Ah?"

The boy's legs were numb, and it was time for review today, so he followed her: "Reading and calculating."

Aunt Liu was surprised: "He also taught you how to calculate accounts?"

"Father said? Read and understand, learn more, and if you have the ability, you can earn a lot of money. My father told me that he used to carry a big bag for a month, and sweated a lot before he could get one or two pieces of silver. Now I need to use my brain. , you can easily earn three taels of silver in a month. Knowledge is a few coins. The more you know, the more you will earn."

The boy was sitting on the bench, his calves were too short to reach the ground. , hanging in the air and dangling: "I can do simple arithmetic now, and I can't do the difficult ones." At this point, the little boy pouted, and the good boy touched his head with his little hands, looking very distressed:

"Father said that I am too When I was young, I was taught so much arithmetic first. If I was taught too much, my little head would explode."

Upon hearing this, they knew it was Fang Zichen who was trying to scare people, and Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou laughed.

"Our good boy is really good," Aunt Liu thought for a while and said, "How about Aunt Liu give you a test?"

The good boy put his hands on his legs and looked like a good boy: "Okay."

Aunt Liu thought of her . The last time I went to sell vegetables in the town, I said: "I went to sell vegetables, six handfuls cost two cents, eight handfuls cost three cents, and ten eggs, three eggs cost two cents. So how much did I sell in total?"

Brother Zhou and Uncle Liu frowned.

They all felt that Aunt Liu's question was too difficult and they didn't even know how to ask it.

Brother Zhou turned around and counted with his fingers, and the crisp voice of the obedient boy came out.

"It's forty-two cents, and there's one egg left."

Aunt Liu was speechless.

Brother Zhou was impatient: "Is your calculation correct?"

"That's right," Aunt Liu's throat was a little dry.

She has been selling vegetables for more than ten years. It is not possible to add up so much at once, but it is OK to count them in handfuls.

The boy is so young and he came out so quickly. It seems that Fang Zichen has taught him very well!

Aunt Liu touched his head: "Our little boy is so smart. If we have time in the future, can we teach him some lessons?"

"Okay~"

said the other side.

Liu Lezi and He Ergou had just returned from town. As they were walking, He Ergou suddenly stopped and pushed Liu Lezi to hide behind a tree.

"What did you do..."?

"Shh," He Ergou pointed: "Look over there, are those Brother Zhao and Ma Wen?"

When Liu Laizi heard the name Brother Zhao, his whole body felt reflexive pain.

Fang Zichen had shown no mercy when he beat him last time. More than half a month had passed, and his legs were still not strong enough, and his teeth were still missing.

He Ergou stretched out his head from behind the tree. When he saw Brother Zhao and Ma Wen getting very close, he clicked his tongue and said, "What do you think the two of them are doing? This place is so remote, could it be..." "..."

"Don't talk," Liu Lezi said.

They were not too far away, and there were no people around. Although Brother Zhao and Ma Wen spoke in low voices, they could still hear a few words clearly.

"Brother Zhao, can you give me a chance? I know it was my fault in the past, and you hated my parents, but if you are willing to give me a chance, I will separate from them when I go back. We will move out and live together." Stay far away, okay?"

Brother Zhao walked to the left, obviously not wanting to answer, and was about to go around, but Ma Wen moved to stop him.

"Brother Zhao~"

The country man can't speak, he can't say sweet words, and he can't say them out. He can only say these few words to beg people for forgiveness.

After the time at the river, Ma Wen blocked him several times from behind. Brother Zhao simply refused every time, but this stubborn man would not listen to anything.

"Can you stop pestering me?" Brother Zhao looked at him coldly and said clearly: "Just like your parents said, I am a poor person. With your conditions, what do you want? There are no girls like this. "

Ma Wen has to work with cargo ships to move goods. Although it is a hard job and he has to work outside all year round, he can't afford the high monthly salary of more than 600 yuan a month. Not a single person in the village can read, so he can't go out to find a job. It's easy, Ma Wen is considered the most promising person in the village.

"But I like you, I have liked you since I was a child." Ma Wen said.

Hearing this again, Brother Zhao felt a little funny.

What is Ma Wen's definition of like?

I like him, but I watch him being beaten and scolded, and I never stand up to say a word for him.

He thought it was funny, so he actually laughed.

"Stop saying that. You don't deserve to say the word "like" at all."

His voice was neither high nor low, but the tone was cold and particularly ruthless.

Ma Wen lowered his head. Brother Zhao was about to leave, but he grabbed him again.

"You like Fang Zichen, don't you? Because you like him, you don't want to be with me no matter what I say or beg you to do, right?"

"Yes!"

"... This is the answer Crisp," Ma Wen raised his head, his lips trembling a little: "Brother Zhao, do you think that it really doesn't hurt at all to hear what you said? We have been together for so long, and I am the one who accompanied you first? He has only been with you for two months, and you already like him so much? Is this fair to me?"

Brother Zhao didn't answer directly, but just shook off his hand and said irritably: "I

"I know, you never liked me," Ma Wen said, "I wasn't good enough to you before, and I knew you didn't like me. You also said it several times that I was the only one. " I like you on the one hand, but it's also me telling people everywhere outside that you are my husband, and it's all me..."

The wind blew in front of him, and Ma Wen's eyes were turned red,

"You give me another chance! Let me beg you, I can, I can kneel down and beg you."

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Chapter 42

"Kneel down and beg me?" Brother Zhao took a few steps back, and Ma Wen's nodding movement made the corners of his mouth slightly raised:

"Do I have to agree to it if you kneel down? When I knelt down to your parents and kowtowed to beg, When I was with them, they never promised me once. I knelt on them, but now he wants to kowtow on me. Ma Wen, don't you think this is ironic?"

Ma Wen's lowered eyes instantly raised and fell on him. On his face: "I..."

Brother Zhao interrupted him: "You didn't stand up and say a word for me at first."

"Yes, I'm sorry." Ma Wen straightened his back and looked at Brother Zhao's aggressive words. His posture became even more rickety.

He seemed to be sighing: "...Then what do you like about him? In what way am I not better than him?"

Fang Zichen, apart from being handsome and good-looking, is penniless and does not have a piece of land or a house in the village. The person who lived in the village chief's house was still talking about it, saying that Brother Zhao jumped from one fire pit to another, and his life was really miserable.

Brother Zhao clenched his fists, as if he was angered, and said to him with a cold face:

"You are not as good as him in any way. I was bullied and wronged. He would not just watch helplessly like you. He will vent his anger for me and will not look down on me. He will not abuse me casually because he thinks I owe him something. He is completely different from you."

Ma Wen was silent for a while, his face became extremely gloomy, and he suddenly said: " Then don't blame me."

"Tsk, tsk, this Ma Wen is really an infatuated person." He Ergou commented in a low voice: "I think his brain is not normal. Although Brother Zhao is good-looking, he lives like Fang Zichen. After a long time, I must have done all the things I should do. I definitely don't want it anymore. If he has money, then marrying a sweet and soft girl is not better than brother? "Fuck you."

Liu Lezi was beaten by Fang Zichen and didn't want to join in the fun: "If you say a few words, if Fang Zichen hears it, you may end up in the hospital. Don't blame my brother..."

Remind you. As soon as the three words reached his throat, he was frightened back by He Ergou's startled cry.

"Fuck..." He Ergou's fingers were trembling.

Liu Lezi looked over and saw that Ma Wen was covering his arm, his face was pale, and bright red blood was dripping down his fingertips.

Brother Zhao's eyes were cold, and he held a sickle in his hand, which was stained with blood.

Liu Lezi didn't look at it just now and didn't know what happened. He Ergou said: "Ma Wen, this kid, just wanted to drag Brother Zhao into the grass, but Brother Zhao chopped him down."

The speed of the attack was too fast. Without hesitation.

Men generally love to look for excitement, and challenges are impossible.

He Ergou used to think that Brother Zhao had big eyes and stared at people in a very exciting way. Whenever Brother Zhao glared at him, his heart would get warm. But now I don't know if it's hot or not. His legs are a little soft. .

He remembered that in the past, when Brother Zhao came back from hoeing, when he was blocking the road and teasing him, Brother Zhao kept holding the handle of the hoe tightly. At that time, he thought that Brother Zhao was scared and wanted to hold on to something to embolden him. Now he is directly attacking this After seeing the scene, I thought, it couldn't be the case. He was a bitch-tongued and didn't actually take action. If he did, the hoe would probably hit him on the head.

I'll be a good boy.

The more I thought about it, the more I became afraid.

I dare not watch the show, "... let's go quickly!"

If you think about something you can't get for too long, or long for it for too long, it will become an obsession.

Ma Wen's mentality seems to have changed.

It's useless to beg and beg, you can only force yourself.

What he can't get is ruined.

This evil force is so fierce that it is completely uncontrollable.

Brother Zhao's eyes were cold: "Your parents, your second uncle and your third uncle, there is no good person in your Ma family. I used to hear people say that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. I still don't believe it. Now it seems that you are really worthy of them." Plants."

Brother Zhao came back after picking a basket full of bamboo shoots. After resting for a while, Brother Zhao came back with Guaizi in hand.

"Why did you pick so many?" Brother Zhou asked, "Is there no food at home?"

"No, my husband likes this." Brother Zhao saw him carrying a basket with some garlic leaves and cabbage in it. , said: "You just came back from the fields?"

Brother Zhou replied: "Well! As soon as we arrived at the door of the house, the good boy said that he wanted to come back, and he just happened to bring some to you on the way." He hesitated, not knowing how to speak. , Brother Zhao took the initiative to ask: "What's wrong?"

After all, they had been together for many years, Brother Zhou said: "My dear boy, did your man teach you how to read?"

Brother Zhao understood and smiled: "Yeah! You will be there in the future. If you are free, you can let him come over. Guaizi is studying very well. He has to review for half an hour every day. You can let Liuliu learn from him."

Brother Zhou smiled happily.

He didn't ask Liu Liu to learn like Fang Zichen, but he only wanted him to know a few words, so that he wouldn't be like them, who didn't know a word, faced the loess and turned his back to the sky all his life, and worked so hard that he couldn't fill his stomach.

Liu Liu couldn't wait any longer and planned to dig some earthworms.

At noon, Yoyo's chickens were full, but his chickens were still hungry.

He didn't run far, but dug on the field ridge opposite the courtyard entrance with a wooden stick.

Next to it is a small bamboo tube specially prepared for him by Brother Zhao.

After digging for a while, the bamboo tube was half full. The land was fertile and soft, and the earthworms were very big.

From a distance, Fang Zichen could see him sticking his butt out and shaking it like a wild dog digging a hole.

The earthworm, which had always been plump, was leaking out half of its body, and when it was about to shrink back, the good boy quickly grabbed it with quick eyes and hands.

Fang Zichen approached: "Good boy~"

"Father~" Good boy ran over like a firecracker. Fang Zichen squatted down to catch him: "What are you doing?"

"Digging up little bugs for the chickens to eat." Good boy. Zai was still holding that particularly fat earthworm in his hand.

"Huh?"

Guaizi pinched half of the earthworm and raised his hand.

Fang Zichen smiled, and after taking a closer look, the smile suddenly froze on his face... His stomach tightened, and he almost peed.

The earthworm kept squirming in the air, twisting and turning, growing longer and shorter, slippery and sticky, trying to drill to the left and right.

Fang Zichen's scalp was numb and his brain went blank for a moment.

He stepped back and trembled as he spoke: "Hurry, throw it away, hurry up~"

The good boy blinked his big eyes, looked up at him, then looked down at the earthworm in his hand, and looked back and forth several times. , seems to understand something.

He laughed: "Earthworm Beast Transformation~Ultraman Earthworm, Ultraman Earthworm is going to fight monsters~"

Brother Zhao was sitting in the yard peeling bamboo shoots, when a gust of black wind blew by, and then the door banged. A sound.

He was stunned, and the boy ran in from the door carrying an earthworm.

"Ultraman Earthworm is here, where are the monsters?"

He came to the door and patted: "Hurry up and open the door, monster."

Fang Zichen, like a criminal who was imprisoned unjustly, grabbed the two small pillars on the window and shouted: " Throw it away."

The boy walked to the window and said, "Father, open the door."

"That's a good idea." Fang Zichen glared at him, his molars almost shattering, "Throw it away quickly."

Guaizi was unwilling and pouted: "Ultraman Earthworm has not defeated the monster yet."

Fang Zichen said: "Where there is Ultraman Earthworm, there are only Ultraman Tiga and Ultraman Zero."

Guaizi Squeeze the earthworm: "It transformed just now, and now it is Ultraman Earthworm."

"Ultraman wants to fight monsters." Guaizi said.

Brother Zhao finally understood what was going on and burst into laughter.

Fang Zichen glared at him: "You are still smiling, look at your son, he is climbing on top of me."

Brother Zhao still smiled, with no intention of saving him from the dire straits.

I just think it should!

Usually he likes to pretend to be a monster, howling and hooting, or pretending to be a zombie, twisting his neck and head, his arms seem to have been broken, assuming weird postures, and making creepy shouts. Chasing the good boy all over the yard.

Now Guaizi is back in a round, so excited!

Fang Zichen coaxed him: "There are no monsters today, only fairies, and that one in your hand is an earthworm."

"Ah!" The good boy tilted his head: "Then what should I do?"

Ultraman can only fight monsters, not monsters. goblin.

Fang Zichen didn't dare to look at him, and looked erratically towards Brother Zhao.

He gave the good boy an idea: "Go find the hen fairy. The earthworm spirit is most afraid of the hen fairy."

The good boy was still hesitating, and Brother Zhao patted his butt: "Go, stop playing, wait a moment." Come help daddy make the fire, and daddy will fry meat for you. "

Eating meat is a big deal.

The good boy nodded: "Okay~"

Fang Zichen breathed out. Brother Zhao didn't understand that he was so afraid of this thing.

"You can come out now."

Fang Zichen came out holding on to the wall and sat down on the steps: "Damn, my legs are so scared."

"Are you so scared?" Brother Zhao sat next to him and stretched out his hand to rub him: " It won't bite."

They work in the soil all year round, so they are not afraid of it.

The limp legs were rubbed to make them comfortable, and Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief: "Although it can't bite people, I'm just afraid of this kind of thing. It looks so slippery and feels very disgusting."

A voice came from the backyard, and he said again: "Don't do it again in the future . Feed the chicken this stuff, otherwise I won't dare to eat the eggs it lays." Brother

Zhao smiled: "But you ate it last time and said it was very delicious!"

The good guys dug up earthworms for it to eat, and it gained a lot of weight.

"..."

Did the slap in the face come so quickly?

He tried to save face: "When did I say that? Did you hear it wrong?"

"Don't lie," Brother Zhao imitated him: "Your name is not Lai Zichen."

"..."

Today On what day, why are everyone jumping on his head?

Does the man at the top of the food chain still want to lose face?

The bamboo shoots have not been peeled yet, and they cannot be eaten directly. They must be boiled and soaked in water to remove the bitter taste.

Fang Zichen couldn't get tired of eating bamboo shoots for several days, and he felt a little regretful at the moment,

"What are we going to eat tonight?"

"Brother Zhou just brought some food," Brother Zhao said.

It is not convenient to live in the village. Many things are not stored for a long time on a hot day. Last night, Fang Zichen bought a pound of pork belly. Brother Zhao fried half of it, fried half until half cooked and put it in an oil tank to store it. It can be stored for a long time.

Chapter 43

Brother Zhao took out half a bowl of meat and planned to fry it with garlic leaves and cook some cabbage.

Fang Zichen helped to light the fire. When the pot was hot, he first put the meat in, and when it was cooked, he poured in the chopped garlic leaves.

A fragrance suddenly wafted from the pot.

The good boy came over after smelling the smell in the backyard. Fortunately, the surrounding people lived far away, otherwise he would have been talked to.

As soon as the good boy entered the kitchen, he wanted to run into Fang Zichen's arms. Fang Zichen put his index finger on his forehead to prevent him from getting close: "Have you washed your hands?"

"Yes," the good boy stretched out his hand to show him: "It's clean. "Really~ "

Fang Zichen lifted him up, placed him across his thighs, uncovered his clothes, and tickled him hard. The good boy didn't even react. His two little hands were grabbed and he couldn't break free, so he could only twist. He kept his small body and laughed non-stop: "Father, hehe~ He is a bad guy~ Haha, bad guy~"

Fang Zichen pinched his butt: "A bad guy is a bad guy, and a good egg has to be fried."

After a while, Fang Zichen let go The obedient boy sat obediently and helped Brother Zhao watch the fire while he went to wash the cabbage.

The cabbage grown at Brother Zhou's house is not bad. He takes good care of it. He catches insects every day. There is not even a worm hole in the leaves. They are wrapped very well. One cabbage weighs three to four pounds.

There's so much that you can't finish eating, just break off a few leaves and stir-fry a bowl.

Brother Zhao glanced at him a few times, feeling warm in his heart. It was an indescribable feeling. Being with Fang Zichen made Brother Zhao feel very safe. It was a kind of stability, even if the sky fell. There is no need to worry, it is so warm and comforting.

Fang Zichen was squatting on the side washing vegetables, and his movements could be seen to be a bit unfamiliar and clumsy. Men in the village never did these things in the kitchen. These days, it is important for a gentleman to stay in the kitchen far away. It seems that for them, it is just a matter of cooking and washing the dishes. , not a man anymore.

At first, when Fang Zichen was washing the dishes, Brother Zhao pushed him out and said that men didn't wash the dishes. It was their brother's woman who did it. Fang Zichen said, "Why can't men wash the dishes? Then men don't have to eat?"

Fang Zichen I don't mind this. I can't come back and just wait for dinner like an uncle. He goes to work and there is no land at home. Brother Zhao seems to have done nothing at home, but Fang Zichen knows that this person There is never a moment of free time. He has to carry water, clean the yard, collect firewood and find wild vegetables every day. He is even busier and more tired than him.

He washed the vegetables piece by piece very carefully. After all, they were watered with excrement water. How could he put it into his mouth if he couldn't wash it thoroughly?

"Brother Zhao, I've washed the vegetables, what else do you want me to do?"

Brother Zhao handed over the shovel: "You take over, I'll cut the vegetables."

"Oh!"

"I haven't put them away yet. Salt," Brother Zhao turned around and said, "Just put a little and stir-fry a few more times. The garlic leaves will cook quickly."

Fang Sanshao took the salt shaker and there was a small porcelain spoon in it: "How much should you put in?

" Brother cut the vegetables without replying: "A little is enough."

A little?

What do you mean by a little bit?

A spoonful is a little bit, and a half spoonful is a little bit too!

Fang Zichen didn't ask any more questions. He had never seen pork before, so he couldn't have seen pigs running away!

He put in half a spoonful, stir-fried it well, picked up a piece of lean meat, blew on it and handed it to the good boy: "Try it, taste it and see if it tastes good enough."

At this time, he was still making trouble, and the good boy couldn't reach it with his mouth. , stretched his neck, and when he was about to bite, he lifted the chopsticks up again. The good boy stood on tiptoes, and as soon as his mouth touched the meat, he lifted up the chopsticks again.

The good boy licked his lips, pouted and hugged his calf: "Daddy is bad~"

Fang Zichen said with a smile, "I won't tease you anymore, here you

go." "Ah~" The good boy took a bite and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Does it taste good enough?"

The good boy nodded: "Enough~"

"Is it delicious?"

The good boy sat back on the small bench and nodded wildly: "Good time, it's so fragrant."

Fang Zichen took the credit half way: " My cooking skills are good even if I cook shit."

Brother Zhao curled his lips, this person is always shameless.

The cabbage was fried separately, with a lot of lard, and Brother Zhao was a good cook, so Fang Zichen was satisfied with the meal.

It was still dark after dinner, and the days were always longer in summer. Brother Zhao heated up the water and gave the boy a bath in the yard.

Fang Zichen sat aside. The good boy's hair used to be tied up in a bun, but now it was washed and let down, and the hot water made his little face turn red.

Fang Zichen pinched it: "Why do you look like a little girl?"

The good boy stood naked in the wooden basin: "I don't think it's a girl, I have a small penis."

Fang Zichen was happy: "Oh! Yes, you have a penis."

Brother Zhao glared at them: "Don't talk nonsense."

Guaizi thought about playing with Fang Zichen and said, "Dad, are you clean?"

Brother Zhao was about to speak. Fang Zichen knelt down to the side: "Let me take a look, oh, it's not clean yet." He pointed to the little strawberry on the chest of the boy: "You see, it's not all in vain yet."

"This is grandma," the boy rubbed it himself. He rubbed: "It drips like this, and daddy drips like this too. If it's not tied, it's not clean."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Fang Zichen burst out laughing.

It rained heavily in the evening, and the wind was blowing hard outside. The rain in summer is heavy, and the wind is also strong.

Fang Zichen carried the wooden plank to the next house. Brother Zhao followed him with Guaizi in his arms,

"Why don't we repair the house!"

Moving around when it rains is really troublesome.

Fang Zichen was cash-strapped. Hexi and the others had already cut the thatch before. All he had to do was lay it out. After thinking about it, Fang Zichen shook his head and said, "Let's wait a while, otherwise it will be too hot and not ventilated and I won't be able to sleep."

There was no air conditioning in ancient times . There was no electric fan, and Fang Zichen was so hot that he couldn't sleep when he first arrived. The thatch was not insulated, the roof was completely repaired, and the windows were too small to let in the wind. It was really close to a heater.

Brother Zhao, who was born and raised here, didn't think it was anything. It was hot, but not unbearable. However, he listened to Fang Zichen and nodded: "It's okay."

In early July, the beans in the ground were growing just right. In the morning, Fang Zichen As soon as he left, Brother Zhao went back to the house to get his purse, called the boy to pick up the basket and go to Aunt Liu's house.

Zhenghong met Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou on the way.

"Where are you going?" Brother Zhou asked.

Brother Zhao said directly that he wanted to buy some beans with Brother Zhou.

Aunt Liu just thought he wanted to eat: "You can tell me whether to buy it or not. Just go and pick what you want to eat from the fields."

"I want to make some sour beans, and I want more." Brother Zhao said.

The eldest young master Fang Zichen can't even drink plain porridge. He used to cook some vegetables for him, but with the recent heat, Fang Zichen's appetite has not been good.

When I came back in the evening, I couldn't eat much, so Brother Zhao wanted to make some appetizers.

The pickled beans are delicious. Chop them up and stir-fry them with some chili pepper and minced meat. The taste is delicious.

People in the village don't like to eat this sour food very much. There is not much oil in the stomach. If you continue to eat sour food, it will be really unbearable.

Aunt Liu smiled and said, "Young man Fang wants to eat it, right?"

The four of them walked to the field. The good boy knew how to do simple tasks and followed Brother Zhao to pick beans.

Brother Zhao replied: "No, it's been hot recently and he doesn't have a good appetite. I want to get him some appetizers."

Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou helped him pick them together. After all, he was older and had eaten more salt. Aunt Liu said: "He should be called this or that, water. He is not acclimatized."

"What do you mean?" Brother Zhou asked from the side.

"I also heard what people said," Aunt Liu explained: "I just don't adapt to our place. Just like when your father and I escaped from the north, we didn't adapt when we first arrived in the village. The food was different and the accommodation was different. It was different. I really felt uncomfortable everywhere at that time, but after living there for a long time, I got used to it."

Brother Zhao thought about it and said, "That's probably it. He always felt that it was hot here. Just now. At first, he would lie down for a long time before falling asleep.

"It was still hot before?" Brother Zhou said in surprise, "He was very hot in August and September."

Xiaohe Village belongs to the southern part of Daxia . However, it is a little different from the south today. It is not too hot in May and June, but it is the hottest time in July, August and September, when the farming season begins.

Brother Zhao thought of the sweat on Fang Zichen's forehead when he woke up in the morning, and was worried: "I don't know what to do. I think he seems to have lost weight recently."

Aunt Liu comforted: "It's okay, I'll get used to it over time. The weather It's hot. If you can't eat or sleep, you will lose weight. Young man, don't be afraid."

Brother Zhao's face still didn't look good. She added: "Get him something he likes to eat and give him more tonic. These sour beans are appetizing. "He should like it."

"Well," Brother Zhao said, "I think so too."

People in the village said that the gentlemen in the town would buy some ice at home in the summer. True or false.

Ice only exists in winter. It melts when the weather gets hot. How can it be kept until summer?

So some people said it was a lie. After all, no one had ever entered the houses of those masters.

But Brother Zhao knew this was true. When he was not abducted, his family was wealthy. In the summer, he would have two basins of ice in his house.

Now he doesn't know much, and his family doesn't have much money. He's worried that Fang Zichen can only worry about these small things.

The basket was filled quickly. Brother Zhao had never sold vegetables before, and he didn't know what the price would be for so much. When he asked Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou didn't want it even if he died.

Aunt Liu also said: "These beans have a lot of knots. If you don't come to pick them, we won't be able to sell them all. They will definitely rot in the ground, so just take them back! You can pick whatever you want to eat in the future, don't tell Auntie You're welcome. "

The most valuable thing in rural areas is the vegetables grown on one's own land.

In the summer, every household grows a lot, and they all sell it in the town. Not only is the competition huge, but the prices are not high.

Brother Zhao took out twenty coins and stuffed it into Brother Zhou's hand, and pressed it: "If you don't accept it, I will go to the town to buy it myself next time."

When he said this, Brother Zhou could only accept it.

There was a pot maker in the village, so Brother Zhao went and bought one. It was larger and more expensive, costing twenty-six cents. He was carrying beans to wash at the river. The boy was like a tail. Wherever he went, the boy would go.

We are not at Ma's house now. Brother Zhao feels sorry for his son, so he wants to let him stay at home and wait. The good boy doesn't want to, and he can't take any time off at a young age: "I want to help dad with work, don't let him." Daddy is tired."

Chapter 44

Brother Zhao had to wait until the sun was not so hot in the evening before taking him with him and teaching him how to do it.

Both ends of the beans must be pinched off, otherwise they will taste stale. Don't use them where there are wormholes, and break off the rotten ones. It is not a small task to wash the beans one by one in a large basket.

Guaizi squatted with him by the river and washed together. Halfway through washing, his little face wrinkled up and said,

"Daddy, Guaizi wants to pee."

The upper reaches of the river are not deep, but very shallow. Usually few people come here to wash clothes. They are all downstream, and there is a small ditch behind them, which was specially dug to divert water to the ground.

Brother Zhao pointed to the shoal in the small ditch, which was full of pebbles: "You go there to pee."

...

Fang Zichen was about to finish work tonight, and when he got home, he found that there was no one in the house.

The yard was quiet.

Usually Brother Zhao would wait for him at home while he was off work, but it was strange today.

Worried that something had happened, Fang Zichen wiped his sweat and turned around to go out to look for someone before he could rest. Brother Zhao happened to come in from outside with Guaizi in hand.

Brother Zhao's face was a little weird, he seemed to be smiling, but he didn't seem to be smiling, but he was holding it back with all his strength. There was embarrassment and distress in his eyes. Anyway, Fang Zichen couldn't understand what was going on. He was the top scholar in liberal arts, and he couldn't even describe it. In

the past, when he came back from work, the good boy would sweetly call him "Father" and then rush over to him with a crooked look on his face. Today was an exception again.

There was something wrong with the way the boy walked, and he looked very pitiful. He was wiping tears and his eyes were red. He had obviously been crying for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zichen asked distressedly.

"Oh, father, father, wuwuwu~" As soon as the good boy heard Fang Zichen's voice, he felt even more aggrieved. He squirmed and couldn't open his legs like a big girl, walked up to Fang Zichen, and said in a crying tone: " The little bird is in pain, woohoo~"

Fang Zichen was confused: "...what?"

He picked up the good boy and looked at Brother Zhao.

Brother Zhao pursed his lips, suppressed the smile that he almost couldn't hold back, coughed, and said awkwardly: "He, he was pinched there."

Fang Zichen: "..."

He immediately sat down at the door He stopped him and asked the good boy to lie on his back with his pants down to his knees. Fang Zichen took a closer look and saw that his son was a little worm as big as a little finger and was drooping listlessly. His hair was red and he seemed to have taken off his clothes. layer of skin.

"What's going on?" Fang Zichen exclaimed.

Brother Zhao went to the kitchen and put down his backpack. When he came out, he couldn't hold back his laughter and said, "I got caught by a crab."

? ? ?

Fang Zichen couldn't hold back: "Pfft..."

"Ugh, father, don't laugh." There were still tears on the good boy's face.

That part of a man's whole body is the weakest point and the most vulnerable. Although it's just a little bit of skin peeling off, it's not hard to imagine that the boy must have been in terrible pain at that time.

Fang Zichen suppressed his laughter, and his expression was now the same as that of Brother Zhao.

"I'm sorry, I, I haha~"

"Uuuuuu~" The boy felt aggrieved: "Father can't laugh, it hurts, dad can't laugh."

Brother Zhao couldn't hold it back, turned around and ran back to the kitchen.

Fang Zichen stopped laughing: "...Does it still hurt?"

The boy sobbed, sniffed, and said, "Yeah! It still hurts."

Fang Zichen frowned, and there was nothing he could do now.

The good boy's eyelashes were moist and the tip of his nose was red. He said, "Father, blow it and it won't hurt anymore."

"...Okay, father, I'll blow it for you."

Fang Zichen coaxed him for a while before hugging him . Follow him into the kitchen.

The rice has been cooked. When it is done, put it on the plate and wash the pot before cooking.

There are no pressure cookers or rice cookers these days. People in the village usually have two pots, one for cooking and one for stir-frying.

This pot was bought by Brother Zhao. At that time, Fang Zichen was still carrying big bags at the dock. The family was short of everything, so he only bought one. He originally thought that he would make up for it when he had more money, but Fang Zichen still had to study now, so he was even more frugal.

Why doesn't anyone in the village study? Is it because I'm not good at reading? Of course not. On the contrary, everyone knows that studying is the only way out for banker guys like them. But why no one goes to study is not because studying costs money.

The man studying in Xiaorong Village heard that he spent more than one tael of silver a month, not counting the cost of pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

A little more than one tael of silver would cost you thirteen or four taels a year. If you don't eat or drink, you won't be able to make that much even if you sell everything you grow in the field.

Who dares to send their children to study?

Although Fang Zichen can earn three taels of silver a month, he doesn't know how to save money. All he eats is white rice. How much money can he have left in a month?

Brother Zhao felt a little worried when he thought about this.

Hearing the noise, he came back to his senses.

"What are you thinking about?" Fang Zichen leaned closer and asked.

Brother Zhao was cutting beans on the chopping board: "It's nothing."

It seemed like there was something wrong at first glance, but Fang Zichen had something more curious about now, so he didn't hold on to it,

"Brother Zhao, I'm a little confused, my dear," he said At this point, he couldn't help it anymore: "Why did he get caught in the crab?"

The boy sat obediently on the small bench and looked at the fire, with his hands on his thighs, like a good boy who was taking class seriously. Brother Zhao With his back turned to him, he smiled without scruples, but did not make a sound,

"He went with me to wash the beans, and halfway through washing he shouted that he needed to pee, so I asked him to go to the edge of the ditch. Who knows~"

"No ," Fang Zichen wondered: "Can the crab fly? Otherwise, the claws of your crabs are as long as arms?" Fang Zichen was silent for two seconds

.

, asked: "Is the good boy my son?"

Brother Zhao had already said this and nodded immediately.

"Who urinates while squatting?" Fang Zichen was speechless: "You taught him to do this?"

Brother Zhao shook his head.

How does he know how a man should urinate?

He himself was standing, but Guaizi was still young. He had never raised children and had no experience. In addition, he was often too busy at Ma's house and worried about a bite of food every day, so this kind of thing didn't happen. Notice.

I have never carefully observed what other children do.

After living with Fang Zichen, he had become accustomed to the good boy squatting and peeing like this, so he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Fang Zichen also thought about it at this moment and said: "It's okay, I will teach him from now on. Men still have to teach men things!"

His tone was quite emotional, and he suddenly felt that he had a heavy responsibility: "Single-parent families are really good for their children. It's not good for him to grow up. You used to take care of him by yourself, and you may not have considered it thoroughly or paid attention to some aspects. But now that I'm here, you can rest assured. I promise to teach him well and become a person who is useful to the country and the people. Man."

He said so passionately that Brother Zhao wanted to laugh.

He didn't have such high expectations for Guaizi, he just wanted him to grow up healthy and safe.

When talking about Guaizai, Fang Zichen talked more, and asked questions one after another,

"I found that many children in our village are called Gou Sheng Niudan Huzi, etc. How do you think of naming him Guaizai. "

I've been called a lot, but this name is still cute.

There is no one with this name in all the villages. There is superstition in the village, and children have a bad fate. Only by taking a low life can the children grow up well.

Brother Zhao smiled: "Because he has been very well-behaved since he was a child and rarely cried. He was very hungry, so he cried lightly a few times."

Fang Zichen added his lips. There were some things that were difficult to ask before. Firstly, I'm not familiar with him, and secondly, my identity is wrong. Although it's not easy to ask now, I still can't help myself.

He always has an inexplicable hostility towards his current predecessor.

"Then, where's that beast?"

"What?"

"I just raped you, that beast!" "

..." Brother Zhao had a strange expression on his face. When Fang Zichen saw him staring at him, his hands stopped: "Why are you looking at me like that? Aren't you happy if I call him a beast?"

Brother Zhao withdrew his eyes and lowered his eyes, then cut the beans and said in a low voice: "He disappeared after that night."

Fang Zichen said . He made a sound, very shameless, and then asked: "Then it must be very hard for you when you are pregnant with your sweet boy!"

"...Yeah." Brother Zhao did not deny it.

Because it was indeed hard work, when the Ma family found out that he was pregnant, they angrily insulted and kicked him in all kinds of ways. The baby almost aborted at that time.

They forced him to abort the child, but he refused to do so. The Ma family was afraid of embarrassment and wanted to force them, so he said that if the child was gone, he would not live.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, the Ma family had no choice but to compromise. It wasn't that they were reluctant to let him die, but they just thought that they would lose money if he died.

In this way, the child was saved.

During the pregnancy, he never had a full meal and had to find wild vegetables to eat by himself every day. The Ma family was careful and wanted the baby to fall by itself, so they kept asking him to do a lot of work because he didn't have enough food and accommodation and was overworked. , the child was born prematurely at the end of February.

It was midnight when it started. He lay in the straw pile used for heating in the woodshed, found some clothes and spread it under him. He chewed the stick alone, panicking and fearing. He was in pain for most of the night and exhausted all his strength. The child was born just when he thought he was about to die.

Guaizi was very young when he came out, just like a newborn cat. He found the scissors he borrowed from Aunt Liu's house and cut his umbilical cord. After wrapping it in clothes, he burst into tears.

"I just gave birth to a baby and was not in good health. I couldn't go out to find food. I was hungry for two days. Aunt Liu didn't see me going out to work. She was a little worried, so she called Xiaowen to come find me at night." Brother Zhao said calmly. Said: "Knowing that I gave birth to a child, Aunt Liu brought him a lot of things to give to me."

At that time, Brother Zhou had already given birth to Liu Liu, and there were children's clothes at home. Aunt Liu did not expect that he would be born prematurely, and she did not have time . To get ready, Liu Xiaowen brought three sets of clothes for Guaizi. They were for Liuliu, and Liuliu didn't even have to wear them.

When Brother Zhou gave birth to a baby, Aunt Liu gave him an egg every day and killed three chickens. But knowing that Brother Zhao was born prematurely and fearing that it would be bad for his health, Aunt Liu killed six chickens in total for him. Liu Xiaowen delivered it in the middle of the night for several days.

At first he was embarrassed. Aunt Liu's family was not rich either. Brother Zhao said to Liu Xiaowen that all he needed was to give him a whole-grain pancake. Liu Xiaowen immediately scolded him,

"A few chickens are more important than you. Look at what you are like now." "Liu Xiaowen has a good relationship with Brother Zhao. Thinking of crawling into Ma's house in the middle of the night, Brother Zhao was lying quietly in the haystack, his eyes were tight and his bones were broken, and his legs became weak immediately.

I still have lingering fears.

There was something wrong with his voice. He closed his eyes and was silent for a moment before saying: "You take good care of yourself. I will go to the town to buy you chickens when they are gone. If the Ma family calls you to work, you go to me. I will I'll help you do it, don't be brave, you have a child now, you are no longer alone, you know!"

He had been lying there for less than three days when the Ma family impatiently called him to get up and go to work.

Seeing him going out with a child and a hoe, he deliberately said: "This bitch is so stubborn that she won't even die."

Although Liu Xiaowen said that, he couldn't help with such tasks as cooking, feeding pigs, and washing clothes. .

Those days were really hard. After all, it was due to the loss of body due to premature birth. During the confinement period, Brother Zhao was extremely weak and his face was pale. When working, his legs and hands were shaking.

You are truly lucky to be alive.

Chapter 45

Now, for all the hardships he endured in the past, he still can't sum it up with the simple word "it's not hard work".

Brother Zhao seemed to be chatting, as if he was talking about other people's affairs. There was no expression on his face. He didn't deliberately say anything serious about the things he stated. He even glossed over some things with a few words, but Fang Zichen could imagine it. .

Sixteen years old, alone, with a big belly, having to work in the fields despite being extremely inconvenient, not having enough food and clothing, giving birth to a child alone in a small room without wind and rain in the coldest month of winter. .

He was only sixteen years old at that time. Giving birth was such a painful and dangerous thing, and without anyone around, he should have been scared and helpless.

Feeling like he was being pressed down by a huge boulder, Fang Zichen closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Zhao, I admire you. I was not here before and made you suffer. Now that I am here, you Just be prepared, follow me and drink spicy food from now on, I will be good to you."

He waved his fist, seriously and solemnly: "If anyone bullies you, you should tell me, and you should tell me if you are wronged. , I will protect you and pamper you for the rest of my life."

Fang Zichen didn't say sweet words or sweet words. If he wanted to coax people, he could say a hundred words, but this time he only said the most pragmatic ones. What I want to hear most.

Brother Zhao didn't have much reaction when talking about the past, but now he shed tears. As soon as the knife was released, he turned around and hugged Fang Zichen's waist with great strength, as if he wanted to embed him into his flesh and blood.

In the past, he was always alone, no matter what, he was always alone when he was in pain, when he was uncomfortable, when he was happy, when he was eating, when every family had a lively reunion on New Year's Eve.

One person lay like a dog in a dilapidated woodshed, one person went up the mountain to chop wood, another person went to the fields, and another person looked for wild vegetables.

Although he spoke calmly and expressionlessly when talking about the past, he was still stunned, and his fragile nerves were caught in the web woven by memories.

Brother Zhao whispered softly: "Why."

Why did you leave in the first place? Why didn't you come earlier?

Fang Zichen couldn't tell which one was more self-blaming or distressed.

He shouldn't ask, shouldn't open up Brother Zhao's old wounds.

As a bystander, no matter what the reason, he was scratching his head to understand clearly, and his curious behavior was like tearing open the other party's wounds, which was cruel to Brother Zhao.

Today I accidentally touched Brother Zhao's sore spot and caused such a situation. This is the biggest lesson.

Fang Zichen felt his shoulders were a little wet, and his heart was contracting uncontrollably. Zhao Geer's choking voice came out. He patted his back gently, and stroked his palm across Zhao Geer's thin back, transmitting warmth through the thin coarse cloth. . Fang Zichen

k​​He shed a few tears, like a rabbit, with red eyes. He pressed his hands on Fang Zichen's chest, and his heartbeat and body temperature could be heard from his palms: "You must keep your word."

Fang Zichen touched his face, hugged him, and said a thousand words Thousands of words were stuck in my throat, and I only picked a few words and said: "Of course, I have said it before. There is no need for me to swear that there will be five thunder bombs every day!"

"...I believe you. ." Brother Zhao said. None of them paid attention to Guaizi, who was busy 'talking about love'. Guaizi squeezed in between the two of them, and Fang Zichen acted mischievously, hugging Brother Zhao hard and clamping him down. The good boy was sandwiched between his four legs like a sandwich biscuit, unable to move, and he was a little confused.

Brother Zhao laughed softly twice. Fang Zichen loosened his hand and moved away. The good boy raised his head and raised his hands towards him: "Father, you want to hug me too."

" Okay." Fang Zichen picked him up and said, "Good boy ." She kissed him on the face and stretched her neck to kiss Brother Zhao's face: "Dad, if you don't cry, my dear boy will be in pain. My dear boy won't cry, and my father won't cry either."

"... "..."

Brother Zhao laughed immediately. Fang Zichen remembered that when his second brother got into trouble, his adoptive father always sighed and said, "It is better to have a daughter than to have a son. A daughter is obedient and a caring little cotton-padded jacket." Fang Zichen sneered at this statement. Who said a daughter is a caring little cotton-padded jacket? His son can carry nine cotton-padded jackets if he hits one person. In summer, it starts to rain more frequently.

The fence outside the home was in disrepair and was mostly rotten, so Brother Zhao went to the back mountain to cut some bamboo and planned to build a new one.

After cooking breakfast for Fang Zichen in the morning, he took a hatchet and started chopping in the yard. Fang Zichen came over and asked, "What are you doing?"

When he came back from work last night, he found a shovel in the yard. Bamboo, I just didn't have time to ask at that time. Brother Zhao said: "Cleaved the courtyard."

"What's the use of this?" Fang Zichen said. This piece of bamboo is only about the thickness of your index finger when split, and it can be used to fence the yard to protect against hens and old dogs.

But this village is so poor that no one knows how to raise chickens, and there is not enough food for everyone, let alone What dog. He said: "Stop working blindly. When you have money and hire someone to surround it with bricks, that will be called solid."

Brother Zhao looked at him expressionlessly: "Then we have to wait seven or eight years later, then this will happen." The courtyard fence is all rotten." Who are you looking down on? Fang Zichen was not happy to hear such words and glared at him: "You have to be more confident in your man. Our yard is as big as a palm.

Even using good bricks doesn't cost much. It's worth waiting for seven days." Eight years later."

"I, Fang Zichen, am a man who can stand up to the sky, but I can't even build a yard. If I say it, I will be laughed at."

Brother Zhao thinks that he is quite confident, and his tone is not ordinary. , but still couldn't help but hit him, and said bluntly: "If you blow big words now, you will be laughed at if you can't do it later."

Fang Zichen: "..."

"Hurry up and have breakfast!" Brother Zhao After thinking for a while, he said to him: "It rained heavily before, and the roof of Aunt Liu's house was blown to pieces. They have to repair it today.

They must be very busy. Can I go over and help?" When he gave birth to Guaizi, Aunt Liu's house It was a great help, and when we were at Ma's house, Aunt Ma told him that he was a bastard, and she didn't give him anything but eyes and mouth.

Apart from being slapped by her from time to time, he was not even given anything to eat. The good boy was able to live until he was three years old because Brother Zhao saved his own rations to feed him and Aunt Liu's family secretly helped from time to time.

I should help you with this. "You can go when you have time," Fang Zichen thought for a moment and then said, "How about I stop going to work today and come with you?" "No," Brother Zhao shook his head and said, "Thatch is easy to build, we can be busy. You have to come here, and you don't know how to repair the roof." Fang Chen: "..." You look down on people again. However, he, a modern person living in a high-rise building, really didn't know how to repair a house, so Fang Zichen went to work.

There were not many people in the restaurant in the morning. At lunch time, customers came one after another. Fang Zichen was busy for a while. He paid the bill quickly and was handsome. The customers were willing to line up to wait for him. Abacus thunderbolt There was such a loud noise that there was no time to fart.

In the afternoon, I finally had a little leisure time. After eating in the kitchen, I saw that there was nothing to do, so I took out my book and started reading again.

But after just a moment, he felt a burning gaze staring at him. Fang Zichen raised his head, glanced over, and saw Brother Zhao outside the door.

He frowned subconsciously, said something to Uncle Yang, and ran out the door quickly.

Question: "Brother Zhao, why are you in town? Did something happen at home?"

Chapter 46

Brother Zhao saw that his face was not very good. He just thought that he had taken the initiative to see him and was embarrassing him. The roof fell off, and his head and legs were bleeding. I went to the village chief's house to borrow a bullock cart. Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou, I took him to the town to see the doctor. The doctor said it was nothing serious, so I... "I just wanted to stop by to see you."

Uncle Liu probably stepped on a moss-covered beam and fell down accidentally.

"Oh!" Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief: "It's nothing serious. I was scared to death. When I saw you coming suddenly, I thought something happened at home."

Brother Zhao grabbed the corner of his clothes and asked in a nagging voice: "Aren't you annoyed with me? ?"

He said softly and lowered his head. There were people coming and going outside, and there was some noise. Fang Zichen didn't hear it. The farmers were busy and they might not have lunch. In addition, something happened to Uncle Liu, so they came to the town. He probably hadn't eaten yet, so Fang Zichen took Brother Zhao's hand and said, "You probably haven't eaten yet! Let's go and buy you a big meat bun."

A meat bun costs two cents!

Brother Zhao agreed: "No need to buy it. We will go back when Uncle Liu gets the medicine and we will eat it when we get home."

"You have been working since you got up early. You will not starve to death when you get home. I am not short of this money now. " ."

Fang Zichen forced Brother Zhao to buy buns.

The boss of the steamed bun shop said that steamed buns cost one penny each and meat buns cost two cents. He asked the boss to make eight meat buns for him. When he took the buns from the boss, he thought about it and said four more.

Brother Zhao pulled his sleeves: "Why did you buy so many? One is enough for each of us."

Fang Zichen did not listen to the advice: "Two of you each, and take the remaining four back to Guaizi and Liuyou. " Eat."

After buying everything, Brother Zhao stopped talking.

On the way to the hospital, Fang Zichen handed him two buns: "Eat it, don't be hungry."

Brother Zhao took the buns and felt sour and swollen: "Have you eaten yet?"

"Morning ?" Eat it. "

For people who eat branyan vegetables all year round, meat buns are undoubtedly delicious.

Eating the steamed buns without making a sound, Brother Zhao's eyes were so sore. He had never eaten meat buns since he was trafficked. On the one hand, the Ma family was poor, but on the other hand, no one loved him. People were willing to spend two cents on meat buns for him.

He is like a dog raised by the Ma family. If the Ma family has leftovers, they will give him a few bites. If there is nothing left, they will let him eat as he pleases.

It was okay to go home hungry and eat again, but Fang Zichen insisted on buying him steamed buns, not wanting him to go hungry.

Outside the hospital, Uncle Liu was lying on the bullock cart, and Aunt Liu and Brother Liu were already waiting.

Fang Zichen pulled Brother Zhao and ran over.

"Uncle Liu," he asked, "Is everything okay?"

"It's nothing serious," Uncle Liu said, "I just broke my bone. The doctor applied medicine and said it would be fine if I went back to recuperate. Why did you come here?" Are you back to work?"

"I'll come over with Brother Zhao and buy you two buns to cushion your stomach."

Aunt Liu hurriedly refused: "Why don't we go back and eat, what are you doing with that money? " Take it back."

"I've eaten it all. No one will eat it when I take it back. I bought it all, and Brother Zhao has eaten it, so just eat it. It's not worth much," Fang Zichen said.

Aunt Liu thought that Zuixiao Restaurant was the largest restaurant in their town. I heard that the waiters there could earn five or six hundred yuan a month. Fang Zichen worked there as a bill collector, and his monthly income was even higher than that of the waiters, three or two taels a month. Silver and more than a dozen coins are indeed not enough for him.

However, it is not good to take advantage of others for nothing.

She sighed and took the bun: "Thank you, Mr. Chen."

"It's okay, then you should be careful on the way back," Fang Zichen lowered his head and said to Brother Zhao next to him: "Then I'll go back first.

"Hmm!" Back

to the restaurant, there were three tables of guests in the hall. Uncle Yang was idle, and when he saw him coming back, he asked, "Is that brother just now your husband?"

"Yes!"

Uncle Yang thought about Brother Zhao's appearance just now, and said, "Your husband seems to be quite good. "

really.

Brother Zhao has a small round face and big eyes. At first glance, he looks like a good-looking child with a well-behaved and lively personality.

But the reality is that he is good, but not very cheerful, and he is not virtuous and considerate like a nineteen-year-old.

Seeing Fang Zichen nodding in agreement, Uncle Yang added: "That child looks innocent at first glance. You have a lot of eyes and you are stubborn. You are a perfect match for that child. Only a couple with complementary personalities can survive."

"I have a lot of eyes . ?" Fang Zichen put down the book in his hand and asked seriously: "Do you have any misunderstandings about me?"

"I have lived for decades and been a shopkeeper in this building for ten years. I haven't seen anyone. , you can tell people right, don't believe me, in the alley where I live, in the house next door to my house, the two couples have bad tempers, they quarrel every day, their voices are as loud as dogs barking, they make The people around us have no peace all day long."

"Noisy every day?" Fang Zichen thought he was exaggerating and asked, "There are so many things for them to quarrel with?"

He had never quarreled with Brother Zhao.

Even if you want to quarrel, you can't find anything to quarrel with.

"Why not," Uncle Yang said: "They can argue for a long time about trivial matters, and the sound is as loud as standing in your own home."

"Uh, when they argue, you all Don't you want to persuade me? What a bad impact this has." Fang Zichen said.

Uncle Yang has been tortured for a long time, and now he has lost his temper when talking about the couple. He is focusing on two things while reviewing the accounts:

"Who dares to persuade them! One morning they had a fight, and my brother couldn't stand it anymore, so he said in the yard I just said, "Next door, can you please stop arguing? You are arguing every day, and you are not letting anyone live." It was meaningless, so the woman threw a rotten egg into my yard. After that, he cursed at my house for more than half a month, and several residents around him couldn't bear it, and now they all moved away."

Fang Zichen patted Uncle Yang on the shoulder: "Uncle, I sympathize with you for three seconds."

"... "Hey," Uncle Yang sighed, and continued: "One night I fell asleep and heard the noise next door. "

This is terrible.

It's still noisy in the middle of the night. Doesn't it sound good when you sleep?

Fang Zichen saw that he was complaining vigorously, so he followed his words and asked: "Why are they arguing?"

Uncle Yang's face was a little confused: "I guess they were doing something at that time! Anyway, I heard the woman yelling, 'You stabbed me. What are you doing with all your strength? Are you going to stab me to death? I just slept with my hands on the quilt. This kind of thing doesn't sound right to me."

"Is that woman so tough?" Fang Zichen was now curious.

In these feudal days, speaking from his personal experience, a kiss on the mouth or artificial respiration would destroy a person's innocence, and what happened in the room was even more taboo in front of outsiders.

Uncle Yang said: "She is quite tough. She is the daughter of Li Da, a pork stall on North Street. She and her father killed pigs for several years before getting married."

Fang Zichen: "..."

"Then her husband dares to follow She is noisy, but her courage is commendable!"

"Why don't you dare?" Uncle Yang said: "He was the tiger-fighting hero that made a lot of noise in the town in the past few years."

Fang Zichen: "..."

He has heard of the deeds of this tiger-fighting hero.

Rumor has it that the hero was two meters tall and so powerful that he could blow the big tiger's head off with two punches.

I don't know if the rumors are true or not, but the woman who fights with the tiger-fighting hero every day is not afraid of being punched twice and beating her up.

This woman's courage is even more worthy of praise.

When he returned home from work that evening, before he reached the village entrance, he saw a boy squatting on the roadside waiting for him from a distance.

Chapter 47

When he returned home from work the next night, before he reached the entrance of the village, he saw a boy squatting on the roadside waiting for him from a distance.

A small lump.

"Good boy..." He ran over in a few steps: "Why are you here? Aren't you playing with brother Yoyo?"

"I'm waiting for father here." Good boy walked over and held his hand affectionately. He raised his head, opened his two big black eyes, and said, "Thank you, father."

Fang Zichen knelt down and touched his little head: "Why are you thanking me?"

"My father bought me a few bags, so I have to thank my father. " ." said the good-looking grandma.

Brother Zhao came back in the afternoon and brought him steamed buns and told him that his father bought them, so he kept thinking about thanking Fang Zichen.

Guaizi figured that Fang Zichen was coming back from work, so he came to the village entrance early to wait.

Brother Zhao told him that only polite children will be liked by adults.

So he said again: "Thank you, father. When the good boy grows up, he will definitely respect his father."

Seeing his solemn words and serious face, Fang Zichen was happy and deliberately asked him: "Then how do you want to be filial to your father?" "Father?"

"..." "Well~"

The good boy doesn't know how to be filial to his parents. He just heard the old people in the village often say to his children: "Good boy, you know how to be filial to your grandma. Grandma's love for you is not in vain." ', after hearing this kind of talk a lot, he felt that a good child should be filial to his parents. As for the method of filial piety, he didn't know.

"Uh" couldn't say "Uh" for a while. Fang Zichen saw his little face wrinkled, almost turning into a little old man, and laughed.

After a while, the good boy said: "In the future, good boy, when he has some money, he will also buy delicious food for his father. When his father gets old and cannot move in bed, good boy will not kick his father out. He will serve you." He will bring you joy and urine, feed you, help you bathe, and when you die, the good boy will break your basin, carry your coffin, and offer you incense and burn some money during festivals."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen couldn't laugh anymore.

I thank you!

he thought.

"Father," Guaizi said, "Yooyou also ate a few bags. Originally, he wanted to come with me to wait for you, but Uncle Zhou's family was very busy, so I came by myself. He asked me to help him say thank you to you. "

Well," Fang Zichen held his hand and walked home: "You are both polite and good children. Is your father back? Are you still helping at Grandma Liu's house?

" Cook for your father."

"Your father is really kind," Fang Zichen said.

Some of the vegetables in the yard are ready to eat. Brother Zhao fried a plate of green vegetables and a plate of pickled beans.

Pickled beans are easy to make. Chop them up and seal them in a jar. It can be eaten in three or four days in the hot summer.

It's not very sour at this point, so you can scoop it out and stir-fry it with chopped chilies without washing it. It's sour and spicy, which is the most appetizing.

The porridge was cooked at noon, and it was already cold now. Fang Zichen scooped a few spoons into the porridge, stirred it, and drank a few mouthfuls of it before finishing the bowl.

Guaizi also imitated him and asked Brother Zhao to do it for him.

His eating movements and some of his hobbies are very similar to Fang Zichen.

Guaizi is not very good at using chopsticks. Fang Zichen bought him a small wooden spoon before, and now he is eating deliciously, but it is a bit pitiful because he has to stand up to eat every meal.

The crops in the field, corn, will be harvested in another month. At this time, there are a lot of mice in the field. If the grass is removed, there will be fewer mice.

Uncle Liu broke his leg and couldn't get out of bed now. I didn't dare to expect him to get out of bed again.

Weeds had to be weeded and vegetables had to be sold, so Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou were a little busy.

After Brother Zhao finishes his work at home every day, he takes his boy to help.

From time to time, I would bump into Ma Wen on the road.

This man still refused to give up and would stop him and say something every time.

As I came and went, I saw more and more people.

Rumors flew all over the village in an instant.

"Are Brother Zhao and Ma Wen getting along again?"

"You're blind, you didn't see Brother Zhao's expression. I think it was probably Ma Wen who was forcing him to do something."

"I think so too, Ma Wen used to Who doesn't know that he won't marry anyone other than Brother Zhao? He has such a big family, so

Brother Zhao would be stupid to get along with him. He looks good, has a job, and is not good enough for Brother Zhao."

"That's right, what kind of thing is Brother? He's neither a man nor a woman. He's not as strong as a man, and he's not as good as us women in giving birth. He's tough. " It's a blessing that Ma Wen has earned in his eight lifetimes!

Who didn't know that you wanted to marry your daughter to Ma Wen?" I don't like your daughter."

"Brother Zhao is not a good person either. He is like Fang Boy. He doesn't know where to hide when he meets other men. He goes out every day. He is really dishonest

. I was very poor. I heard before that I could earn some money by carrying big bags at the dock. Now there is no work at the dock. I still go to town every day and never chop down bundles of firewood to sell. I look like I have a tender face, and I can't tell you that I haven't done anything at all. He is probably a lazy man, so Brother Zhao won't be beaten or scolded if he follows him, but he has no money or food. I think he probably regrets it, and maybe he wants to hook up with Ma Wen again. "

" Didn't someone say that last time ? Did you see them having sex by the river? They were just sleeping outside, right

? You can be a cheap father again."

They were talking, laughing, talking about everything.

Fang Zi went out early in the morning and came back late. He didn't have much contact with the villagers, so he didn't understand this.

Just after taking a break at noon that day, a waiter came over: "Brother Fang, someone is looking for you outside."

All the waiters in the building, big and small, called him that. They admired his ability and were willing to call him brother.

Fang Zichen put down the book: "Who is it?"

"I don't know."

Fang Zichen came out and saw that it was Hexi.

Only Aunt Liu and the village chief's family knew that he worked in Zuixiaolou. Aunt Liu's family was told by Brother Zhao.

The village chief's family knew that it was Hexi who said it.

Zichen came to work half a month ago, and happened to meet Hexi selling firewood in the town, so he hitched a ride. The oxcart was swaying. Hexi asked a question while chatting on the road, and he took the opportunity to answer.

It was hot at noon, and Fang Zichen asked him to come in and have a drink of water. Hexi acted cautiously and said, "No need."

Fang Zichen didn't force it, and went in to pour a bowl of water for him: "What do you want to see me for?"

Hexi drank some water. , said: "My mother called me here. There has been news about Ma Wen and Brother Zhao in the village recently. Have you heard about it?"

"Ma Wen? Brother Zhao, his ex-husband?" Fang Zichen knew this as soon as he heard the surname Ma. The family is afraid that something might happen again.

Sure enough, Hexi opened his mouth and told about Ma Wen.

The incident between Brother Zhao and Ma Wen was spreading in the village. Seeing that Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen didn't seem to know about it, Wang Damei thought of giving it a heads up.

Gossip should be stopped if it can be stopped. If it continues to spread, there is no telling what will be spread in the end. In the end, it will bring bad reputation to Brother Zhao.

Fang Zichen said calmly: "I know about this. Thank you for going there."

"It's not hard, it's just a side trip." Hexi scratched his head and asked in confusion: "Aren't you angry?"

What if his husband was killed? Being harassed like this and being gossiped about like this, whether true or false, he must be annoyed.

Fang Zichen said with a smile: "Just say it, if the mouth is on their face, I won't lose a piece of flesh, and it won't hurt or itch. Why should I be angry."

That's what he said, but Hexi always felt that his smile was a bit scary. , a bit gnashing of teeth.

He usually gets off work at six o'clock, but today Fang Zichen asked for two hours of leave in advance.

He had gone out to meet people since noon and came back. His face turned grim. Uncle Yang asked, "What's the matter? Is there something going on at home?" Fang

Zichen packed up his things and said, "No, someone wants to poach me while I'm not paying attention."

"Ah, who is so outrageous?" Uncle Yang was also angry: "If the house collapses, people will die!" Fang

Zichen: "..." The author has something

to say:

I can't bear a restless heart, and my name changes again and again (●''●)

Chapter 48

As the saying goes, rushing early is better than rushing late. When Fang Zichen returned to Xiaohe Village, Brother Zhao happened to be pestered by Ma Wen.

Someone saw Fang Zichen at the entrance of the village and ran over immediately: "Boy Fang, you're back, just in time. Go and take a look. Brother Zhao was blocked by Ma Wen again. There's a quarrel right now!"

This is true. Brother Zhao was now questioning Ma Wen with red eyes: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Ma Wen's eyes dodge: "I, I don't know what you are talking about."

"You don't know?" Brother Zhao sneered and said : "You purposely blocked me in a crowded place, just to make others say that you and I don't know each other. I didn't even think of this at the beginning. I don't know if people in the village are gossiping about me. If Brother Zhou hadn't told me, I would have been kept in the dark. Ma Wen, I know exactly what you have in mind. "

"...I didn't,"

Ma Wen tried to explain. Er didn't give him a chance, looked at him, and said coldly: "Are you thinking that if Fang Zichen hears those gossips and becomes suspicious of me and doesn't want me anymore, I have nowhere to go and my reputation is not good. As a child, I can only follow you in the end?"

Ma Wen was still trying to argue: "Brother Zhao, you misunderstood me, I didn't think so."

"Then why do you keep pestering me again and again? What are the misleading words?"

Brother Zhao said sarcastically: "Ma Wen, you are really bad to the core. I didn't hate you so much before. Now you are so despicable and disgusting."

Ma Wen choked suddenly . , Brother Zhao was not polite at all, and his secret intentions were exposed so ruthlessly. While he felt embarrassed, his reason was also angered.

He simply admitted: "Yes, I do think so. You should have belonged to me. Now I am just trying to find a way to get you back. What's wrong? Brother Zhao, I like you! "

Once Once again, Ma Wen seemed to be unable to explain anything, and Brother Zhao was very irritated. Just as he was about to say something, a cold and cold voice suddenly interrupted.

"I like your numbness..."

Brother Zhao widened his eyes in a childlike manner.

Ma Wen turned to look. Fang Zichen raised his eyebrows slightly and was full of anger. He was holding a wooden stick in his right hand and walked slowly towards him. One end of the wooden stick was dragged diagonally on the ground and made a muffled sound when it hit the protruding stones. .

The sound seemed to have a shocking effect, a sound like a knock on the heart.

Ma Wen's nerves became tense and he lost his composure. He pursed his lips and his hands shook slightly.

Liu Lezi crawled to the door that day in an attempt to seek help and escape. The sight of a bruised nose and swollen face suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Husband," Brother Zhao said, his palms sweating, and he forced a smile on his lips: "You, why are you back so early?"

Fang Zichen didn't reply or look at him. It only fell on Ma Wen.

Brother Zhao pursed his lips, and his heart tightened.

Thinking that Brother Zhou told him about the gossip in the village and that Fang Zichen suddenly came back early at this time, he must have known about it.

Brother Zhao panicked and didn't have time to explain anything. His hand was suddenly held, and he was pulled behind him by Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen glanced at Ma Wen up and down, and said with a smile: "So it's you!"

He had seen this man in the town before, and at the time he thought he looked like Ma Dazhuang! Qingqing turns out to be Ma Dazhuang's son.

"I heard your name is Ma Wen?" Fang Zichen still smiled, and he was gentle and elegant, praising him: "What a good name, swine fever and horse fever Ma Wen, your name is very easy to pronounce."

Ma Wen's face was ashen.

Many people gathered around to watch the fun.

Some of them didn't think it was a big deal, and even ran to call Ma Dazhuang and Aunt Ma, saying in unclear words: "Oh, Dazhuang, your son and Fang Zichen got into a fight, and they are going to die now, and you are still at home." , hurry up and have a look."

Fang Zichen felt a fire in his chest and was about to explode, but he still pretended to be cool in front of Brother Zhao.

Brother Zhao was protected behind him, and Fang Zichen covered him tightly. Ma Wen took a deep breath and said directly: "You should know, Brother Zhao was originally my husband."

"Then what?"

"Zhao I was not at home when my brother was sold to you, but Brother Zhao is my husband, I like him, and I want to buy him back," Ma Wen said.

Fang Zichen thought that his desire to eat shit might be more realistic, and said coldly: "Go away, don't get close to Brother Zhao again, or I will beat you every time."

Ma Wen's eyes were dim and unclear, and he was afraid, but he held on: "Why, you are not allowed to get close to him, are you afraid that he will fall in love with me?"

"Fall in love with you?" Fang Zichen said as if he had heard a big joke, and couldn't help but laugh, looking very happy:

"What do you like about you? Do you like you to be uglier than me? Or do you like you to be shorter than me? He has a husband like me, which is hard for ordinary people to look at, and he still likes you? Unless he has a brain problem and is blind. "

Ma Wen: "········"

This is speechless.

Because what they say is true.

Ma Wen didn't want to lose face in front of Brother Zhao and be compared to the dust like this, so he said: "I have a job at the boat shop in the town. I can earn six to seven hundred cash a month. What about you? You can't do anything but carry things at the dock. Big bag, what else?"

Someone around them nodded.

This makes sense, what's the use of being good-looking, being well-fed and well-clothed is the most real thing.

Brother Zhou stood among the onlookers and was speechless when he heard the words.

You dare to shout in front of only three taels of silver with six to seven hundred yuan. You really don't know the heights of heaven and earth.

Fang Zichen didn't say anything, he just felt that the Ma family was really bad.

As the saying goes, parents are children's first teachers. When children start to imitate and learn things, they will be more or less affected by their parents if they stay with them.

There is a certain truth in the old saying that if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked. If the upper beam is not straight, if the child has not been exposed to positive education, and has not been corrected the day after tomorrow, then the child will probably be completely like his parents.

Ma Wen is a typical example.

Like those in the Ma family, he is selfish, has no conscience, and has no ability to distinguish right from wrong.

If Brother Zhao liked him, Fang Zichen wouldn't say anything. But it was obvious that Brother Zhao didn't like him, and Ma Wen himself didn't have the ability to protect Brother Zhao. Now that Brother Zhao had become someone else's husband, he still It's really disgusting to do this.

Aunt Ma and Ma Dazhuang both lost their running shoes and rushed over in a panic.

Aunt Ma started howling from afar, scolding Fang Zichen for killing a thousand swords and scolding him for his eighteenth generation of ancestors. When she got closer and saw that her son was still fine, she suddenly became speechless.

Fang Zichen smiled, and Aunt Ma looked particularly familiar with the wooden stick in his hand: "Scold? Why don't you scold me anymore?"

Aunt Ma still dared to scold, and she didn't dare to express her anger. She pulled Ma Wen and left.

She is very naughty now. The last time Ma Wen was stabbed by Brother Zhao, she felt very distressed. If it had been anyone else, she would have caused trouble in the family that morning, but when it came to Brother Zhao, she would only dare to curse at home for eight or nine days. .

When Ma Wen was about to leave, Fang Zichen suddenly said from behind: "Hey, you said you earn six to seven hundred wen a month. Since you earn so much, you can go to Zuixiao Tower when you have time. I work as a bookkeeper there. Seeing that you are like this Because I know how to make money, I can give you a discount."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhou covered his mouth and laughed. This was really not an ordinary sarcasm.

The people in the village were still stunned and did not react for a while.

Who doesn't know about Zuixiao Tower? Good guy, Fang Xiaozi is actually the accountant there. It's incredible.

Hexi jumped out of the crowd and asked with a smile: "How much money do you need to earn in a month? I heard that all the waiters earn more than 600 yuan, so you must have a lot."

Fang Zichen said calmly: "Not much, just three taels. Money, barely enough to make ends meet."

Those watching the excitement said: "..."

Someone looked at Ma Wen subconsciously, and saw that his face was changing from blue to white, then red. How exciting.

Hexi let out a 'wow', his voice rose, he looked at Ma Wen and said with a smile: "Three taels of silver, is that a lot? That six hundred coins is nothing, I don't know what some people are like. "

Everyone was still immersed in the monthly three taels of silver and couldn't get out of it. Brother Zhao didn't say anything during the whole process. He pressed his forehead against Fang Zichen's broad back and smelled the scent of acacia on his clothes. He was initially panicked. Gradually calmed down.

The summer clothes were thin, and the warm breath seemed to be spraying directly on his back. Brother Zhao noticed that his body trembled, as if he had discovered something, and laughed softly, drawing circles on his back with his fingertips.

It felt like an insect crawling, soft, itchy, crispy and numb. Fang Zichen didn't want to teach Ma Wen a lesson now, but wanted to teach him the latter one first.

He said a few harsh words and took Brother Zhao back

to Aunt Liu's house. There was no one at home at the moment.

Chapter 49

Fang Zichen was so agitated that he couldn't express it in words, and his increasingly strong possessiveness towards Brother Zhao made him a little distressed.

He is busy working to make money, leaving early and coming back late every day. He may neglect family affairs, brother Zhao, and the good boy. He is not qualified to say anything.

There was no stage of falling in love and getting to know each other. He and Brother Zhao were paired together in a leaping way. In terms of personality and temperament, a lot of them needed to be adjusted.

He understood these principles, but when he thought that Ma Wen had been pestering Brother Zhao for so long, and Brother Zhao didn't even say a word to him, he felt a little uncomfortable.

The same thing happened with Liu Lezi. If someone else hadn't told him, he probably wouldn't have understood.

...

Zhao Geer survived the bullying and scolding of the Ma family and learned the ability to watch people's emotions early on. For example, now, he can feel that Fang Zichen is obviously in a worried mood.

Why are you angry?

Is it...

"Husband," Brother Zhao grasped the corner of his clothes and explained in a low voice: "Ma Wen and I are not what the villagers said. He and I have nothing. I have no intention of going back. I I don't like him either, I..."

Fang Zichen asked in a cold voice with no expression, "He has been pestering you for a long time, why didn't you tell me before? "

Because I forgot."

It's also because such a trivial matter is not worth talking about.

Fang Zichen had to go to work and review his homework, and Brother Zhao didn't want to disturb him with such things.

But who knew it would get worse and worse, and the gossip would be so unpleasant later on.

He didn't know how to speak, and finally he could only say: "I'm sorry."

"I don't need you to apologize," Fang Zichen said, "I just want to know why? If it were me, and I was entangled by other women outside, the scandal was rumored Everyone knows that you are my husband, my bedside person, and my closest person. Everyone knows it, but you don't know. What do you think?"

He paused for a moment, serious and serious. : "I believe you have nothing to do with Ma Wen. I just don't understand why you didn't tell me."

Brother Zhao was stimulated by these words and instantly understood how he felt.

He suddenly panicked: "I, I'm just afraid of disturbing you, afraid that you will be distracted... I'm sorry."

Fang Zichen's tone had no warmth at all and was very unfamiliar: "I'm afraid of this and that, so I won't say anything. Donate what you don't need to those in need. "

The first time he spoke to Brother Zhao like this, when they first met, Brother Zhao would have burst into tears, but now he was determined to do so. After looking at him for a few breaths, he took a deep breath, gathered courage from his body, and walked to Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen snorted, turning around with his back to him as if he didn't want to see him.

Brother Zhao walked around and walked up to him. Fang Zichen snorted again and turned his back to him.

The third time, Brother Zhao didn't give him a chance to turn around. He quickly hugged him, stood on tiptoes and kissed his lips gently. He exhaled like blue and softly pleaded:

"I'm sorry, I I know I was wrong. I won't do this again next time. Don't be angry with me, okay?"

Fang Zichen was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss: "You, just apologize, why did you kiss me suddenly?"

Brother Zhao ? The pinna of his ears slowly became hot, but he boldly kissed him again: "I'm sorry, don't be angry."

It was only the second kiss in broad daylight, and it was inevitable that he was a little shy. Fang Zichen's heartbeat was a little fast, and the tips of his ears began to tingle. Hong, this is the first time he has been so nervous.

"...You are such a foul person."

"Then are you still angry?"

Fang Zichen frowned: "I can't get rid of the anger with just two kisses."

After saying these words, it was considered a reconciliation.

Brother Zhao laughed muffledly and pulled him back to his room. As soon as he closed the door, Fang Zichen hugged his waist from behind and kissed the side of his neck.

Itching and numbing all over his body, Brother Zhao turned around and hugged his neck.

After all, they are still young and passionate. Although they are already husband and wife, this meeting is like a couple in love. There is a raging fire, and there are sparks floating in the air, which can ignite at a moment.

"Don't do this next time," Fang Zichen's Adam's apple rolled, his voice was hoarse, and his chest rose and fell quietly. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Brother Zhao's:

"I don't want you to worry about anything. We are husband and wife, and everything is okay. We should face it together, I, I don't want you to be entangled with other men, and I don't want you to be touched by others. You can only be mine and mine alone."

Brother Zhao put his palm on his chest and gasped . Thought: "I understand, I'm only yours, and I only belong to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body became lighter, and Fang Zichen carried him to the bed and pressed him under him.

His mouth was penetrated and licked, Fang Zichen unbuttoned his clothes and put his hand inside.

The skin is smooth and delicate. It has been hidden from light for a long time under the coarse cloth. It is as white as snow. It seems that there is not enough kisses in one place, from the lips to the neck, and then from the neck to the chest.

Brother Zhao did not move or struggle, his posture was like a sacrifice.

He inserted his hands into Fang Zichen's soft hair and followed his soft hair.

The skin around his heart suddenly tightened, and Fang Zichen took a sip.

Dusk has arrived, and the setting sun shines through the window like blood. The two of them kiss each other, as if they are in love with each other, and ambiguous sounds are heard.

"Daddy~"

the good boy's voice sounded in the courtyard.

"..."

Fang Zichen was excited again, and then he lay down on Brother Zhao's neck in a funny way, and said speechlessly: "This little bastard, you are so frightened that I'm scared to death again."

Brother Zhao He also lost his temper after being punished by the obedient boy, and pushed the person on him: "Hurry up and open the door."

"Okay."

Fang Zichen sat up and straightened his clothes. The low-collared clothes could not cover the fresh strawberry marks on his neck. He touched it and felt a little stinging. He looked at Brother Zhao and said with a half-smile, "You are so cruel, I'm afraid a layer of skin will be chewed off."

Brother Zhao's ears were warm and his heart was beating fast. He turned his head awkwardly.

Brother Zhao couldn't help it and was inexperienced.

Fang Zichen leaned down and kissed his earlobe gently: "It's okay. It's normal to lose control when facing a handsome guy. I forgive you."

There was movement in the room, but no one answered. The good boy hummed. I brought a stool from the kitchen and put it under the window and stepped on it.

"Father~" he exclaimed, looking very happy: "Father, why did you come back? Are you and dad going to bed? But it's not dark yet!"

Brother Zhao: "... ·Hurry up and open the door. "

How bad it is for others to hear this!

There is no way to sleep in broad daylight. When I heard these words, I knew what they were doing without even thinking.

Fang Zichen came out, picked up the boy from the stool, and patted his butt:

"You little brat."

The boy chuckled: "Father, why don't you hurry up when Simo comes back today? Do you want to mess with the boy?"

Fang Zichen: "...I miss you."

It was rare that he came back early. Fang Zichen put a basket on the boy's neck: "Let's go, father will take you to catch crabs."

The boy had a shadow on crabs: "Father, crabs can bite the kernels. It hurts. We won't go." "

Fang Zichen thought for a while: "Why don't you go to get revenge? Then let's go and catch fish!"

"Go~"

There are not many other things in Xiaohe Village, only small rivers and streams.

Brother Zhao also followed, he knew where there were many fish and shrimps.

Children and young men in the village often come to the river to pack some food for dinner. Meat is expensive, but the food in the river does not cost money. There are many people who come to catch it. If you are lucky, you can get half a catty.

Fang Zichen asked Guaizi and Brother Zhao to block the downstream stream with baskets. He took a stick to the upper reaches and stirred it all the way. When he was halfway there, Guaizi called him:

"Father, there are fish and birds. There are fish and birds." "

In half an hour, I weighed more than two kilograms, all of which were fish the size of my little finger.

Seeing the little boy looking up at him with admiration, Fang Zichen started to blather again. He said, "It's not a big deal. People who are promising are better than others in everything they do. From now on, you must follow the example of your father and be a wise person." People with comprehensive development of Germany and the United States, you know!"

Guaizi didn't know, but he still nodded.

Brother Zhao was also happy and thought he was about to go back. Fang Zichen wiped his sweat and said with bright eyes: "Brother Zhao, I want to go swimming."

In the summer, if you don't go to play, can it still be called summer?

Just like eating hot pot and spicy hot pot, how can you not eat spicy food?

He knew how to swim, and Brother Zhao didn't want to spoil the fun, so he just let him go: "Then I'll go back and prepare dinner."

Guaizi wanted to watch him swim, so he didn't go back with Brother Zhao.

As soon as he arrived at the river, Fang Zichen was so impatient that he didn't even take off his clothes. He jumped up and dived into the water. He disappeared without a trace and not a single bubble appeared.

The good boy panicked and hurriedly shouted: "Father~"

Fang Zichen didn't say anything and swam quietly to the river. Suddenly he jumped out, roared and splashed water on him.

The good boy was startled at first, and then chuckled.

Fang Zichen opened his hand to him: "Come down, father will teach you how to swim."

Children all like to play in water, and the good boy was so happy when he heard this, he took off his clothes twice and rushed towards Fang Zichen.

The little piglet was as if it had fallen into the water, its buttocks were so white that they shone brightly.

Fang Zichen was afraid that the boy would be in trouble if he choked on the water, so he caught it steadily.

The good boy's armpits were pinched by Fang Zichen. The river was bottomless. At first, he was a little scared. He tried to paddle his feet twice and found that Fang Zichen was holding him steady. At that moment, his little arms and short legs started to flutter, and water splashed everywhere. splashing, very excited:

"Father, it's so fun."

...

Brother Zhou was carrying firewood, and from a distance he saw Fang Zichen holding up the good boy, pushing him into the water one by one, and the good boy kept moving with both hands. Waving it, my liver and gallbladder were split instantly, and I threw the firewood and ran over.

"Good boy~"

One kid and one kid were having fun in the river, but no one heard.

As he got closer, he heard the good boy's laughter, and Brother Zhou stopped at the riverside.

"Er, look, this is breaststroke, does it look like a frog?" Fang Zichen was showing off his swimming skills: "This is the dog crawl, this is the backstroke."

"Father, good boys must learn it too, and good boys must learn it too. "

Okay, I'll teach you everything."

The good boy was having fun. When he turned around and saw Brother Zhou, he immediately shouted,

"Uncle Zhou~"

Brother Zhou calmed down and asked, "What are you doing?

" , My dear boy, it's fun to learn swimming!"

Brother Zhou said coquettishly.

He thought that Fang Zichen was so angry after hearing those gossips that he wanted to drown the good boy!

No matter how talented he was, and he spent more time playing than teaching, the good boy still hadn't learned yet, so Fang Zichen put him on his back and led him around like a horse.

The good boy was so happy that his laughter could be heard from far away.

Chapter 50

Brother Zhao's rice was cooked, but he hadn't gone back yet, so he came over and happened to see this scene.

"Are you still swimming? Come up quickly, you will catch a cold later."

The little boy's belly was cold and his lips were purple, like a popsicle. Brother Zhao dressed him up, and he kept looking back on the way back. Hope, reluctant to leave.

Good boy rarely does this. Brother Zhao asked funnyly: "Isn't it fun?"

"Fun." Good boy went to hold Fang Zichen's hand and whispered: "Father, good boy still wants to come next time."

He would be like this He said that it was the same when he flew a kite last time, but after such a long time, Fang Zichen didn't take him there again, and he didn't make a fuss.

The swallow kite was hanging on the wall. He looked at it eagerly every day, obviously he had not forgotten it, but he never bothered them to play with it.

Although he is only three years old, he is so sensible and heartwarming at such a young age.

"Okay, I will bring you when my father comes home from work tomorrow."

"Okay~"

Clean the small fish, fry it in oil, then add garlic and chili beans to simmer, and sprinkle some onions and purple pepper before taking it out of the pot. Su leaves, stir-fry twice, are fragrant and delicious.

There is no fishy smell, and the spines are fried to a crispy texture. It is stewed and tastes sour and spicy, a bit like pickled fish. Both Guaizi and Fang Zichen love to eat it. They put one after another into their mouths and squinted slightly. The look is exactly the same.

Finally, a large plate was eaten.

Fang Zichen ate a lot, which made Brother Zhao feel relieved.

The good boy's belly was swollen after eating, so Fang Zichen asked him to lie on his lap and slowly massaged his belly.

The good boy narrowed his eyes comfortably and opened his pink and tender mouth slightly, like a kitten.

He has a well-behaved and soft personality, which Fang Zichen has long admired. But sometimes he can't help but think that he is a son after all. If he becomes so soft, he may lose his masculinity. A man must be like him. Let's go. If you go out and charm thousands of young girls, at least all of them will blush when they look at it. When they are older, they will have to teach them some manly things.

The next afternoon, Brother Zhao took his boy to help weed the cornfield of Brother Zhou's house. Aunt Liu looked sad.

It was time for the autumn harvest. The man in the family had a broken leg and was afraid he would not recover in a few months. They were immigrants and the land they were assigned was far away from home. Every autumn harvest had to be carried back. In previous years, it was Uncle Liu who did it. She is weak. I can do some light work, but this year I'm afraid I'll have to rely on Brother Zhou.

After all, my brother is not as strong as a man. Although he is married to his husband, they have been together for several years and their affection is not much less than that of their biological son. Aunt Liu still feels sorry for Brother Zhou.

As the evening approached, the good boy shouted outside: "Dad, the sky is dark, let's go back and cook and wait for father."

Brother Zhou said, "Come to my house to eat tonight."

Brother Zhao has helped with so much work , you can't ignore the meal, no matter how good the relationship is, you can't say nothing. He didn't mention it before when there was no good food at home. Aunt Liu specifically told her before going out today. She bought meat at home and treated guests not shabbily. It was just right. You can call Fang Zichen together.

Brother Zhao knew this and did not refuse.

There was no need to go back to cook, so I didn't rush back. The boy seemed a little disappointed, but he didn't make a fuss. He sat listlessly under the tree with a handful of wild vegetables he had just dug.

When Yoyo talked to him, he seemed to have no energy to answer.

Brother Zhou was surprised by the novelty and worried: "What's wrong with my dear boy? Is he suffering from heat stroke?"

"No, he probably misses his father." Brother Zhao said firmly.

Brother Zhou laughed: "It's only been less than a day. I'm afraid even my own body can't compare to this stickiness."

Brother Zhao stopped mowing the grass, but Brother Zhou didn't notice it and continued: "Fang Zichen said to He is really good, no wonder the good boy clings to him."

The Chinese have a saying, "Cao Cao is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zichen's voice came from far away.

"Brother Zhao, my dear boy, where are you?"

The boy's ears twitched, and he changed his dejected look before. He stood up and ran down the mountain: "Father, my boy is here, here he is. Yo~"

Brother Zhao and Brother Zhou were in the cornfield. Fang Zichen didn't see it. The weeds on the roadside were taller than Guaizi. When he took a closer look, he saw the handful of cannons above Guaizi's head pointing towards him. Come running.

This was something he personally combed for Guaizi in the morning, and he was the only one in the village.

After all, the good boy is too young to understand beauty and ugliness, but he is quite beautiful himself. Brother Zhao is too embarrassed to take him out, and Brother Zhou and Aunt Liu are laughing so hard when they see her.

The good boy threw himself into Fang Zichen's arms and was picked up by Fang Zichen: "Father, are you here?"

Fang Zichen hugged him hard and wiped his sweat: "I do what I promised you yesterday. Come and find me." Go swimming! Do you miss your father?"

The boy's eyes suddenly lit up, and he rubbed his face against him. This was not enough, and he pursed his lips and kissed him: "I miss you so much, so much, so much. My brain is going to explode."

This is an exaggeration.

Brother Zhao couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

Liuliu also ran over, eager.

My dear boy, I told him about swimming. It sounds really fun!

He also loves to play in the water, but Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou don't have time and don't know how to swim, so they don't let him go to the river to play.

Children in the village have drowned in it before. When summer comes, the river becomes a restricted area for children.

Fang Zichen picked him up with a free hand: "Yoo Liu wants to go too?"

Liu Liu nodded vigorously, excitedly: "Yes."

"Then ask your dad, and I will take you there if he gives it.

" The brother's voice came from the cornfield: "Take them with you!"

After staying in the mountains for an afternoon, the child squatted in the ground digging wild vegetables and sweated all over. He felt itchy if he got grass clippings on his body. It was a good time to go back and wash himself. With Fang Zichen here, Brother Zhou wasn't worried at all.

Holding the two babies in his arms, Fang Zichen shouted to Brother Zhao in a pretentious manner: "Brother Zhao, do you need my help with any work?" He obviously didn't want to work, he just wanted to play in the water, and he wanted to bitch on purpose, fuck. Being considerate of his character, he didn't give anyone a chance to reply, and then said another sentence: "If not, I'll go back."

Brother Zhao: "..."

The two children are not good-looking, and they are in the water again. Fang Zichen went home and got a wooden basin that they usually used for bathing. The hen walked to the river with great pride like a hen leading her chicks.

I thought Fang Zichen had forgotten about it, but now the boy was so excited that he clenched his little fists tightly. As soon as he reached the river, he took off all his clothes without Fang Zichen's explanation.

Fang Zichen asked the two little guys to sit in the basin and pushed them to the middle of the river.

It would be safer to teach children to swim in the shallow water near the shore, but there are many aquatic plants there and the bottom is covered with mud. If you step on it, it will turn into a yellow river in an instant, so it is not feasible.

Sitting in the basin is like riding on a boat. It feels novel and makes Guaizi and Liuliu very excited.

Fang Zichen taught him one by one. When teaching Liu Liu, he made the good boy sit in the wooden basin like a little boy sitting on a lotus.

Although it is sour, I have to admit that the beast who raped Brother Zhao is not bad at all. The good boy is not only cute, but also extremely smart and courageous. He practices holding his breath and movements, and he has a decent look. He has taught him It will happen once.

When it's Yoyo's turn, the good boy will stick out his butt as big as a bowl and lie down beside the barrel to look at them. His butt is dazzling with white, and its shape and size are almost the same as white bread.

When the two children were tired from practicing, Fang Zichen asked them to sit in the wooden basin and push them around.

The two children kept laughing, crisp and contagious, and Fang Zichen pushed harder.

"Father is tired of it, hurry up, hurry up, it's time to fly."

"Uncle, it's fun~"

Hearing that the boy said he was going to Aunt Liu's house for dinner tonight, he brought the child back, changed his clothes, and carried the fish he bought there. Let's go to Aunt Liu's house.

I met several villagers on the road and found out that he worked in Zuixiaolou. They all looked at him differently.

Curiosity, awe, I think this person is amazing, he is so promising at such a young age.

Someone said hello: "Young man Fang, are you back from work?"

"Yes!" The other party was a eldest sister in her thirties. Fang Zichen didn't know him, but he was the first to say hello. He asked: "Sister, have you eaten?"

It seemed that I didn't expect Fang Zichen to bother me. He just wanted to give it a try. The other party immediately laughed: "No, I just came back from the fields. Where are you going with the fish?"

"Go to Aunt Liu" Fang Zichen replied.

Brother Zhao has a good relationship with the Liu family, and everyone knows: "Then you go first! This fish doesn't live long out of the water, so it tastes fresh."

When he led the child away, some people envied him: "The Liu family You are really blessed by Brother Zhao."

"Look at what you said, how come you are blessed? The one who makes money is also the one who makes money. Could it be that he would give hair to the Liu family?"

"So you women are so lucky. Long knowledge but short knowledge, what kind of place is Zuixiao Building and who are the people who come in and out of it? Mr. Fang manages the accounts there. He has not known many people for a long time. If anything happens to the Liu family in the future, they and Brother Zhao will We have a good relationship, can Mr. Fang help me?"

"It's like this, if someone is easy to do, no one would dare to offend him if he has a big backer."

Uncle Liu was dragging his legs to knit a backpack in the yard. If his legs were broken, he should lie down in bed. Take a break, but after working for most of my life, I feel uncomfortable when I have some free time, and I always want to find some work to do.

Today, the family asked someone to buy two kilograms of pork belly in the town. Aunt He cut it and stewed it with cabbage. Seeing Fang Zichen bring the fish, she said that the family bought meat and had something to eat, and asked him to take it back and save it for tomorrow night.

It's just a fish, not worth a lot of money. Fang Zichen said that this fish won't survive, so let her watch and cook it! It's not big anyway, so many people can eat it all.

But I really can't compliment Aunt Liu's cooking skills. When Brother Zhao and the others came back to start dinner, Fang Zichen took two chopsticks out of the plate of fish. The smell was too strong.

Brother Zhou and the others enjoyed a good meal. Brother Zhao didn't say anything, but he had lived together for so long and was attentive. He was very aware of Fang Zichen's pickiness.

Brother Zhao picked a leaner piece of pork belly on the plate and put it in his bowl: "Eat a little, this piece is not fat."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Where is it not fat?

The white ass is almost the same as that of a good boy. Isn't it fat?

Fang Zichen smiled, and rubbed Brother Zhao's legs under the dining table like a gangster, and then they didn't separate again, staying close to each other.

Brother Zhao's hand shook and the cabbage leaves were almost unsteady. Brother Zhou glanced at it unintentionally and asked: "Brother Zhao, is it too hot? Why is your face so red?"

Brother Zhao: "... ··"