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Chapter 51

Fang Zichen laughed softly.

Brother Zhao is innocent. Even though the child is already that big, he is worse than this innocent little virgin.

I blush when I rub my legs.

If I do something more shameful, will it cause smoke and fire?

Brother Zhao glared at him. Although he was reluctant to let go, it was always not good to be found out in such a close and postured manner in someone else's home. He moved his legs slightly away, and Fang Zichen's legs came close to him again, and he couldn't catch up. Abandon.

The steam was coming through the fabric, and it was so hot that Fang Zichen seemed to feel it was not enough. He tapped his fingertips lightly on his thigh, every time, as if tapping on the tip of his heart, making his whole body numb.

There were people sitting around him. Brother Zhao wanted to squeeze him to calm him down, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was grabbed.

The palm of my hand was lightly scratched, itching. His heart was pounding, but he didn't do anything. Brother Zhao just felt so stimulated that he was in a daze. When Aunt Liu talked to him, he was so confused that he seemed to be confused and couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.

Fang Zichen stopped when he saw that it was good and answered for him along the way.

Aunt Liu had heard Brother Zhao say before that she made a cucumber dish tonight, which was crispy and fresh. She also chopped chili and minced garlic and mixed it together. Fang Zichen didn't touch the other dishes much, so he chose cucumbers instead.

Aunt Liu laughed, with deep wrinkles at the end of her eyes: "Young man Fang, do you like these cucumbers? You will bring some back later. I picked a lot the other night, so there are a few left."

Fang Zichen was also polite: "Thank you. Aunt Liu."

"Hey, why are you so polite?"

Aunt Liu was happy, and Uncle Liu was relieved after hearing this.

I know that Fang Zichen was a scholar before he became literate, and now he is working in Zuixiao Tower. He is not the same kind of person as the banker men like them. When I see him, I can't help but be a little reserved. I am always afraid that others will look down on me. If Fang Zichen is polite to them, Instead, they have to think more.

Lying in bed at night, Zhao Geer hugged the good boy inside when he fell asleep.

Maybe there is a natural magnetic field between men. The good boy is like an unweaned child, loving to cling to Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen didn't stop him and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing? You finally couldn't bear it anymore and are going to attack this young man like me?"

Thinking of what happened at Liu's house, Brother Zhao punched him: "You still What if I'm found out?

"Aren't you ashamed?" Fang Zichen said, "Don't you like it?"

Brother Zhao looked embarrassed.

Fang Zichen came closer to him, touched his face gently, and said in a deep voice: "Answer me, do you like it?"

The two of them faced each other sideways, very close to each other. There was a smile in the other's eyes, and his gaze was like water. As if he was about to drown in it, there was a faint scent of acacia on his body. Brother Zhao looked away, tried his best to control his breathing, and pretended to be confused: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"I understand what you mean," Fang Zichen said. Keep the distance between them: "I won't do this next time."

Brother Zhao hurriedly grabbed him: "I like it."

The voice was soft and inaudible, Fang Zichen asked: "Ah, what did you just say?"

Brother Zhao closed his eyes Eyes, eyelashes trembling slightly, voice trembling: "I said I like it." "

What? I didn't hear clearly."

"I said I like it."

"Ah? What did you say about you?"

Brother Zhao opened his eyes, Seeing Fang Zichen smiling, he punched him angrily: "You did it on purpose."

Fang Zichen grabbed his hand, brought it to his mouth and kissed the back of his hand. Brother Zhao curled his fingers unconsciously.

"Has your hand been cut again?" Fang Zichen said.

It was cut while weeding. We don't have gloves these days, and no matter how careful we are at work, we will always get hurt. The old and new scars are intertwined, which is a bit ugly. Brother Zhao wants to withdraw his hand, but Fang Zichen's grip is firm, and he can't get away.

"Be careful next time," Fang Zichen said numbly, "If I cut it on your hand, it hurts in my heart."

Hearing these earthy love words, Brother Zhao wanted to laugh: "It's so ugly."

"Where is it ugly?"

Brother Zhao said lowly. : "It doesn't look like my brother's hands at all."

Fang Zichen didn't agree with this: "Who said that? What should my brother's hands look like!"

Brother Zhao said quickly: "Like you."

"..." Fang Zichen blinked and came to his senses: "You mean I'm like a brother?"

"I'm not..."

"I'll give you an advantage," Fang Zichen led him He touched his abdominal muscles with his hands. They felt hard and had clear muscle lines. It was the physique that a man should have. This was not the first time that Brother Zhao touched it, but he was still ashamed.

Fang Zichen asked: "Brother, can you have this?"

Brother Zhao opened his mouth to speak, and Fang Zichen said again: "Let me touch my ultimate killer weapon for you again."

Brother Zhao didn't quite understand what he said at first, until The palm of his hand touched a hot iron rod.

His face suddenly became hot, and he lost his composure. He suddenly retracted his hands and put them behind his back, holding them tightly, so hard that his fingernails turned white.

"You, how can you give me this? Touch this for me."

"Do you still think I'm like a brother?" Fang Zichen asked back, his heart was beating loudly. It was the first time he was so shameless. He held on and thought about it. Thinking about it, it seems normal for lovers to kiss and touch each other and talk about some lewd things. After thinking about it at this stage, the gangster has become a gangster who teases people again:

"Besides, what's wrong with touching people? Maybe you will want to do it again in the future." Eat!"

Brother Zhao: "..."

Why is this person like this!

"You, don't be a hooligan."

"How can things between a husband and wife be called a hooligan?" Fang Zichen saw that his face was red and his almond-shaped eyes were wide open, as if he was ashamed and angry, like he was secretly watching an island country movie in class. The good student who was caught was only interested in it, so he couldn't help but raise

his hand to touch it: "This is called fun at best." Brother Zhao grabbed his back and bit his hand, which was not very painful. Fang Zichen smiled and said: "Bite it down if you can!"

Brother Zhao said: "..."

If he stayed any longer, he might be beaten. He sat up. Fang Zichen saw that he seemed to be taking the good boy back and putting him in the middle. In his sleep, he laughed muffledly and pulled him: "Okay, okay, I'm kidding you. Why are you so thin-skinned? You can't even say a few words. You don't know who you were at the beginning. You asked me the first night." "Do you want it?"

Brother Zhao: "..."

He wanted to hide in a crack in the ground in shame, and said in a pretentious manner: "

Okay, I won't say it, I won't say it ." , let's get some sleep."

Brother Zhao was still angry. He pinched his arm and said business with his dark eyes like Sheng Manxingzi: "Tomorrow is market day, and I want to go selling vegetables with Brother Zhou."

Fang Zichen said . He held his arms, not daring to be mean again. He was afraid that he might get the true inheritance from Grandma Rong, and it would hurt him to death. He replied seriously: "You can go if you want to, bring some money, remember to buy something to eat at noon, don't be hungry. "It's done."

Brother Zhao is very thrifty. He might not even be willing to spend a penny or two to buy food.

"Yes, I understand." Brother Zhao leaned into his arms, found a comfortable position, put his hands on his waist, and stopped moving, as if he planned to sleep like this.

Fang Zichen: "..."

When he was in love, he really wanted to get close to Brother Zhao, but sleeping like this, ahem, was really heating up.

It was hot and dry, so he fell asleep most of the night, and Brother Zhao got up before dawn the next day.

He went to the kitchen to make porridge. After cooking, he picked up his backpack and went out.

Chapter 52

In the vegetable field, Brother Zhou has already picked half a box of vegetables, and Aunt Liu is also there.

Today we mainly sell beans and cucumbers. The cabbage and radishes can be sold later. The cucumbers and beans are too old to be sold, but they will be tender and can be sold at a good price.

There was heavy fog in the mountains in the morning, and water droplets hung on the weeds. The roosters in the village were stretching their necks and crowing hard as they did their duty.

Brother Zhou looked behind him: "Where's the good boy?"

Brother Zhao then picked beans and said: "Still sleeping!"

The sun rose and the two big baskets were full. If he picked too many, he might not be able to sell them. , Brother Zhou said: "If my dear boy wakes up when he goes back, you can ask him to go to my house directly. I will wait for you at the entrance of the village first."

Today, we will take the village chief's ox cart to go to the town faster, and we can get a good seat. Stalls.

When Brother Zhao arrived home, he found that Fang Zichen had already gotten up. His shirt was half rolled up, and his sunken collarbone, white triangle area, and Adam's apple sliding up and down were all exposed. He was sitting in the yard in a daze, holding his dear boy in his arms. He didn't seem to wake up, and his eyes were still half-closed.

It's past six o'clock now. Fang Zichen didn't get up until seven o'clock before. He went to bed late last night, and now he's not in the best condition. He may need two bottles of Pulse.

There was no time to drink porridge, so Brother Zhao helped him button his clothes, grabbed two pieces of clothes on Fang Zichen's chest, and touched his warm skin with his knuckles. He loosened his fingers but didn't take them back, and told him a few words: "I've cooked the side dishes and the porridge is cold. Are you sleepy?"

He didn't dare to let Fang Zi go back to sleep in the morning, because he was afraid that he would fall asleep when he was not around later. It was dark until noon.

"Go and wash your face."

Fang Zichen raised his hand to tuck his messy hair, regained his composure, and asked slowly, "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah! If you go faster, you can get a good seat."

Brother Zhao He hugged the good boy and said to him: "Daddy is going to sell vegetables with Uncle Zhou later. After breakfast, you go to Aunt Liu's house and wait for me, you know?"

Yesterday, the good boy's hair was messy and explosive. His head was the same: "The bird nests in the west."

Brother Zhao looked funny and kissed him.

A round-trip ride on an ox cart costs two cents, which is not expensive, but few people are willing to ride on it unless they have too much stuff and are in a hurry.

There were only a few people on the train today, and Wang Damei was also there.

As soon as she saw Brother Zhao, Wang Damei immediately greeted him with a smile. Not to mention Fang Zichen's relationship, she just liked Brother Zhao's diligence and she had pitied him before.

"Brother Zhao, brother Zhou, come and sit here." She moved her position to make room.

"Thank you Aunt Wang."

Brother Zhao sat down next to her. In order not to take up too much space, he held the basket directly in his arms and asked politely: "Is Uncle Six feeling better?"

"Much better," Wang Damei said: "Before, I can't even get out of bed. After a few months, I can now walk a few steps with a cane, but I have suffered a lot and have lost a lot of weight. "

As people get older, their bodies and bones are not as strong as those of young people. The village chief's father is in his sixties. Now, he is considered old in the village.

All the old hens that lay eggs at home have been killed, but Uncle Six still hasn't made up for it, and his mental state is much worse than before.

Wang Damei felt sorry for the old man and the chicken.

I went to the market today just to buy some more chicks to raise.

At the intersection of Xiaorong Village, a few more people hitched a ride. They are all women who are going to town to sell things to support their families.

Wang Damei couldn't bear the loneliness, pointed at one of them, and whispered, "Do you know who that is?"

Brother Zhao had never been out of the village before, so he didn't know him, but everyone in other villages had heard of him.

After all, people in the village were poor, and babies were born in litters. There was no shortage of workers, and not many could afford "servants." The Ma family became famous from the day they bought Brother Zhao back.

Brother Zhou seemed to have an impression of that person, but he was not sure, and there was some discrepancy with his memory: "Is he from that scholar Wang's family?"

Wang Damei nodded, she was still a relative of the scholar Wang who had not graduated from the fifth server: "That's her. Brother Zhou

was surprised: "Why, isn't Mr. Wang only twenty-six? Why is his wife like this? Moreover, when I met her a few years ago, she didn't look like she does now..."

So old.

He didn't put it that bluntly after all.

Regardless of whether people can hear you or not, you must always speak with some compassion.

Wang Damei clicked her tongue and said: "How can I be the youngest? There is a scholar at home. She has to get up and work every day before dawn. She is only twenty-five years old, but now she is said to be a scholar. Some people believe it even if they are forty."

Brother Zhao didn't say anything.

Wang Damei didn't know what she was thinking of, and said angrily: "She was very proud when she first married Scholar Wang. When I went to her house, she looked at me like a pig in a pigsty, although she didn't say anything. It's an unpleasant thing to say, but I know that she looks down on me."

Wang Shusheng's name is Wang Zhaowen. He is the only son of the Wang family. He has been favored since birth. His mother took him to the town, and a Taoist priest gave him instructions, saying that this boy has broad eyebrows and broad ears. Thick, with deep fortune and fortune, this is a Wenqu star who descends to earth, and will have great achievements in the future.

When his mother heard this, she was happy, believed it to be true, and remembered it firmly.

Wang Zhaowen was sent to study at the scholar's house in the town when he was six years old. When he grew up, he was a scholar, had never worked, and was fair. The girls in the village wanted to marry him and become a scholar in the future.

He Cuiling came from the head of Xiaorong Village. She was very beautiful when she was young. She had to go through five levels and kill six generals before marrying the king.

She had already dreamed of becoming a scholar's wife, but Wang Dazhao failed to live up to her expectations. A child student who took the exam at the age of twelve had not passed the exam until he was twenty-six years old.

Studying costs money. He Cuiling is married and is treated harshly by her mother-in-law. She has to work every day to earn money for her husband.

Wang Dazhao stayed at home reading every day, without being exposed to the wind or rain. Although he only had good facial features, the old saying "A white face covers all ugliness, a fat body ruins everything" also applies to men.

He Cuiling was overworked and aged like her mother. Many people in the village said that even if Wang Dazhao was lucky enough to be admitted as a scholar and become rich in the future, he might not be able to look down on He Cuiling.

This is not nonsense, there is no such thing in the village, but there are many people in the town who abandon their wives and find new loves as soon as they become prosperous.

"Studying is not an ordinary waste of money," Wang Damei sighed: "Let's not talk about anything else. Paper, pens, and books are very expensive. I heard from the master that a book is worth more than a big pig.

" A big pig can be sold for more than two taels of silver.

Brother Zhou was so angry that he couldn't help but gasp: "...Are books so expensive?"

"Yeah!" Wang Damei said lowly: "If they weren't expensive, I would have sent him to study when Hexi was just born. "Isn't it better to be able to read and read like Fang Xiaozi than in the fields?"

It doesn't take much effort, just use your brain and hands, and you only get three taels of silver a month. They have been working hard for most of the year, and this is the only income they can get. very.

Brother Zhao felt his heart heavy after hearing this.

He knew that studying cost money, but he didn't expect it to be so wasteful.

Fang Zichen earns three taels of silver a month, which sounds like a lot, but he has to support him and his little boy, and also has to buy books and pens...

Brother Zhao is worried. They went early and got a good stall right in the middle.

Brother Zhou had experience in selling vegetables. He took a cloth and spread it on the ground. He took out the beans from the basket and put them in bundles.

No need to weigh, a bundle costs two cents.

There are too many people selling vegetables recently, so only a few customers come to inquire.

Not very busy, Brother Zhao said to him and walked towards the bookstore.

I didn't think much about it when I came here. I just wanted to go to the store to see if books, ink, paper and inkstones were really that expensive. But when I got to the door, I hesitated.

The waiter in the shop saw him and said hello, but Brother Zhao sighed and said nothing.

Although the clothes he was wearing were not very good, the material was new, and they were clean, it was easy to tell that his family was probably not very wealthy. The waiter had seen a lot of all kinds of people, so he could come in and take a look if he didn't want to buy, it didn't matter.

Brother Zhao went in.

He asked about the prices of some books, and the waiter took him to see the pens.

There are cheap ones and expensive ones.

But what is cheap is also expensive for farmers.

The most common brush costs three to four hundred yuan.

Ink ingots and paper are not cheap either.

Studying was a waste of money, and since his family had no land, he had to find some work.

You cannot rely on your husband for everything.

Brother Zhao was thinking about something on the way, when he passed by an alley and was suddenly pulled in.

The man was so powerful that he subconsciously opened his mouth to shout for help, but his mouth was covered again.

I could no longer shout for help.

Chapter 53

As soon as he entered the alley, Brother Zhao was pinched by his hands and his wrists were pressed against the wall. He tried to break free, but found that the man behind him was so powerful that he could not move at all. His wrists were grabbed, clamping down on him firmly.

There was a pile of groceries stacked at the entrance of the alley, completely hiding their figures.

If the other party wants to do something, they won't be discovered at all.

Brother Zhao was in a panic, his nerves were tense, and his mind went blank for a moment.

The man came up close to his back, and then... touched him.

She reached in from the corner of his clothes, followed his waist, and touched his navel. It was extremely ambiguous, and the slightly hot and humid breath caressed his ears. Brother Zhao tried to turn his body to avoid it, but the man behind him used his legs to tighten his grip. Hold tightly.

"Don't touch me..." Brother Zhao tried his best to break away from the man, but to no avail. He broke out in a cold sweat and felt a sense of despair in his heart.

The man held him tightly in his arms and wanted to pinch his chin. He turned his head and refused, but he still smelled the warm nose on his face and the faint scent of acacia, which was the same as the awe-inspiring... The nauseating smell of sweat was completely different, and the hands touching his back, the index knuckles were slightly rough and thin...

In extreme shock, his strength to break free gradually weakened. .

"Scream! No one will come to save you even if your throat is broken!" The man said, letting go of the hand covering his mouth: "The more you scream, the more excited I am."

Brother Zhao: "... ·"

"Why don't you speak?" The man put his chin on his shoulder and asked, "You don't want to struggle anymore. Why, do you like me?"

Brother Zhao begged as his breathing became rapid and his chest heaved violently. : "Let me go! Please, I have a husband."

"Oh, it turns out that little brother has a husband. You are so beautiful, so your husband is probably a good one!"

"That's not true!" Brother Zhao Suppressing his overwhelming emotions, he said: "He is less than four feet tall, short and short, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and sinister eyebrows and rat eyes."

"..." Fang Zichen's eyes suddenly widened, a little in disbelief.

Five feet is 1.66666 meters.

Less than four feet is less than 1.3333 meters.

Wu Dalang is still 1.6 meters tall!

Will he be worse than Wu Dalang now? ! ! !

Brother Zhao continued: "My husband has an ugly face, stupid mind, abnormal dementia, long upper body and short lower body..."

Fang Zichen heard the veins on his forehead jumping, frowning and grinding his teeth, his palms itched, and his chest was choking. He took a breath and said in a warning tone: "...You've had enough!"

He went too far.

If he continues talking, he might not even be able to compare with Wu Dalang's toes.

"Who told you to scare me like this?" Brother Zhao turned around and punched him in the chest.

It almost scared him to death.

"Are you scared?" Fang Zichen grabbed his hand and gently stroked the veins on it: "A person is running around here, and you don't know how to be alert. It's me today. If you really encounter this situation next time, "Look at how remote this place is, no one will come to save you. "

He lectured, "As a brother, you must be aware of wolves."

Brother Zhao had a good attitude in admitting his mistakes. I'm sorry."

I was really heartbroken just now.

He himself thinks that he is ugly and no one will like him. There are so many good-looking girls walking on the street, so no bad guy will attack him, but what if?

What if someone is so hungry and thirsty that they can't choose any meat or vegetables?

He was so frightened that he hugged Fang Zichen and asked, "Why are you here? What a coincidence!"

What a coincidence, Fang Zichen replied: "Didn't you say you and Brother Zhou were going to sell vegetables today? Well, I just wanted to take a look when I had time, but Brother Zhou said you were shopping, so I came to see you."

Brother Zhao raised his head and kissed his less obvious Adam's apple, smiling: "Will you go shopping with me?"

Fang Shou was pleasantly surprised. The end of his eyes turned red, and he was so deadly when he smiled. Let alone shopping, Fang Zichen could shoot down the sun if he wanted it. Giving it to him made his heart feel very hot.

Young people are very angry and don't need to be teased.

I had been a vegetarian for so many years before and didn't feel anything. Recently, whenever brother Zhao provokes me, it has the tendency to start a prairie fire.

He pinched Brother Zhao's thin waist.

"Let's go!"

On market day, there were many people on the street, passing each other one after another. Fang Zichen protected Brother Zhao so that no one would bump into him. The roadside on West Street is full of small stalls set up by farmers.

There was an old man selling chicken cubs. They were yellow and orange, and one the size of a fist was huddled in a cage. When Brother Zhao saw it, he couldn't move his feet.

He pulled Fang Zichen's sleeves and said nothing.

Fang Zichen smiled: "Do you like it?"

"Yeah."

"Then buy it."

He took Brother Zhao to the old man's stall and asked Brother Zhao how many he wanted to buy.

The old man said that a three cent coin is a newly hatched one.

There is a cage next to it, with a bigger one inside. It must have been fed for some time.

This kind is more expensive, costing eight cents each.

The bigger ones are easier to care for, but the smaller ones will die if you don't pay attention.

Brother Zhao stared at the chirping little yellow chickens, his eyes softened, he must be a plush lover: "I want these small ones, six females and two males."

Hens can lay eggs, There is no need to buy eggs to eat anymore.

The rooster is kept for breeding.

Fang Zichen squatted down and was also quite curious, so he reached out and touched it.

The golden velvet dumpling is soft and petite, warm and has a weak heartbeat.

The old man was happy when business came to his door. He took the small cages on the side and picked them one by one.

The little yellow chickens all look the same, there is no difference at all.

I don't know how he saw it, but Fang Zichen saw him grab it and glanced at the underbelly of the penis. It was fluffy and yellow, and he said that this was only a female, and this was only a male.

Fang Zichen was impressed and wanted to give him a thumbs up.

X-rays are not that powerful.

The vegetables were not sold very well, and most of them were left. Brother Zhou looked sad, but he was a little happy when he saw the little chicken.

Brother Zhao didn't feel very good either.

There are too many dishes left, and the weather is too hot to keep them for long. We can't finish them all at once, so we have to feed the chickens.

Months of labor! Just pay it forward in vain.

Fang Zichen couldn't see him like this.

Brother Zhao's eyes are round, but when he smiles, he is curved. He is very sweet and beautiful, like a little sun, bright and warm.

It's not easy for Brother Zhou either. Please help if you can.

"I'll go back and ask the shopkeeper if the building wants it," he said.

Brother Zhou's eyes lit up, but he hesitated: "Will it trouble you?"

Fang Zichen waved his hand: "As for asking, you guys wait here."

There are many customers in Zuixiao Restaurant, and the kitchen boy goes out to buy the food every day. He doesn't buy it anywhere, and the owner seems to appreciate Fang Zichen very much, and specifically asked him to take good care of him.

This man is a good friend of Mr. Fang Zichen, and shopkeeper Yang has a close relationship with him. He said, "Ask him to bring it. You can also pick what you grow at home and bring it to you every day. As long as it's good, I want it."

Fang Zichen is fine . Xiao, patted him on the shoulder: "Uncle Yang, after you said this, I found that you are three points more handsome."

"..." Uncle Yang laughed and scolded: "Get out of here."

Fang Zichen rolled away . .

It was almost time to get busy, so Fang Zichen didn't dare to delay and ran over.

The streets have almost dispersed by now.

Brother Zhou put the beans and cucumbers back into the basket one by one.

This season, I knew early on that it might not be easy to sell, but I didn't expect that only the first bundle was sold early in the morning.

I felt so uncomfortable that I wanted to cry.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhou." Fang Zichen ran over panting and said, "Come on, follow me to Zuixiaolou."

Brother Zhao came up to meet him: "Do you want to buy our food in your store?"

"Yes!" Fang Zichen He picked up Brother Zhao's basket, and then mentioned Brother Zhou's: "Let's go, the building will be busy soon, let's go there quickly."

Brother Zhou was so happy that he couldn't help himself, and stretched out his hand: "I'll carry it. ! It's very heavy."

When I was carrying a big bag, one bag could hold up to four backpacks.

Brother Zhao knew that he was very strong, so he followed him obediently with the chicken in his arms. "Brother Zhou, he is very strong, it's okay, let's go!"

Fang Zichen took them to the backyard. Uncle Yang asked people to serve refreshments, but Brother Zhou was a little reserved.

In this courtyard, the floor is paved with high-quality ceramic tiles, and Shopkeeper Yang is well-dressed, looking like a gentleman.

He has never come into contact with such people, and people in the village often say that the wealthy people in the town are difficult to deal with, have bad tempers, and are inevitably nervous.

The dishes were all good and fresh. Shopkeeper Yang gave them face and glanced at them.

There are so many honest farmers, not to mention the people introduced by Fang Zichen, so they are trustworthy and do not dare to pass off inferior products.

The snacks were not eaten, so Uncle Yang had someone wrap them up and divide them into two packages and put them in Brother Zhao's backpack.

Brother Zhao is too embarrassed to ask for it.

"Take it!" Fang Zichen said: "Anyway, don't give it up for free. This is made by the fat chef in the back kitchen. The craftsmanship is not bad. You and Brother Zhou should both try it."

Shopkeeper Yang wanted to kick him aside: "You gave it to me again. " People have nicknames..."

Brother Zhou was still in a daze on the way back.

Brother Zhao took out two pieces of snacks and shared them.

Fang Zichen, who was picked by everyone, praised the deliciousness, so it must be good. It is a square piece, as long as a finger, with crushed peanuts and sesame inside. Take a bite, and your mouth will be full of fragrance.

Brother Zhou couldn't bear to eat a piece and wanted to keep it for his family.

"Shopkeeper Yang just said that I would deliver food to them in the future. Is that true?"

The happiness came so suddenly that I couldn't believe it. I was always afraid that it was Jing Ke's dream.

The chickens were chirping in their baskets, but Brother Zhao didn't mind the noise.

"It's true. You don't have to worry about not being able to sell the vegetables in the future."

It's not that Brother Zhou doesn't understand everything. Shopkeeper Yang allows him to deliver vegetables to Zuixiaolou all because of Fang Zichen. Otherwise, there are so many Vegetable farmer, why does he like his own family?

Every household uses dung water for watering, so maybe his dishes are more fragrant!

He said sincerely: "Brother Zhao, thank you."

Brother Zhao didn't understand: "Why are you thanking me?"

"Shopkeeper Yang asked me to deliver food to the building because for your husband's sake, the reason why your husband You will help me because it's for your sake. Do you think I should thank you?" Brother Zhou said, "Young man Fang must value you very much, otherwise he wouldn't be nice to me as well. I've heard people say. What is this called... Aiwujiwu?"

Brother Zhao held on to the shoulder strap, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said nothing.

Chapter 54

As soon as he got home, Brother Zhou couldn't wait to tell Aunt Liu and Uncle Liu about this.

They, farmers, have faced the loess and turned their backs to the sky all their lives. Apart from being able to farm and have a lot of strength, they have no other skills. It is difficult to establish relationships with people in the town, let alone a large restaurant like Zuixiaolou.

The two old men were very happy.

This is a long road.

When you set up a stall to sell vegetables, whether you can sell them or not sometimes depends on God's will and luck.

When it's hard to sell, the vegetables often rot in the ground. Months of hard work are in vain, but we can only feel distressed and helpless.

Aunt Liu calmed down and said, "We owe Mr. Fang a big favor."

"No," Uncle Liu said, being kind and grateful, "Isn't there a hen in the backyard? How about we give it to Zhao?" "Brother, send it over?"

Aunt Liu shook her head: "Forget it, Brother Zhao won't want that kid. We just need to remember this. He and Mr. Fang are helpless in the village. Let's help each other more in the future." Help each other."

She turned around and told Brother Zhou and Uncle Liu: "From now on, when delivering food to Zuixiaolou, we must choose the good ones and leave out the old ones that have been bitten by insects. Mr. Fang will help us open the way. I have to show sincerity and not embarrass him. "

If I send him something bad, I'm afraid the other boy will have a problem with him.

Everyone understands this principle and now they all agree.

In the next few days, Brother Zhou picked vegetables and sent them to the town every day, but he came back with an empty basket. It was not a market day, so the vegetables could not be sold so fast.

After some inquiring, the villagers understood.

Everyone is envious.

Look, there's nothing wrong with making friends with promising people! Isn't this helpful?

...

I bought chickens at home, and the backyard is bustling all day long. The little boy's favorite thing to do now is to squat by the chicken pen and chirp along with the chickens.

Brother Zhao sat aside and sighed. He wanted to make money, but he couldn't think of what he could do.

It's hard to find a job in the first place, but it's even harder when he has to take care of his children and he's a brother.

He was irritable and worried, with a hint of worry on his face. As soon as Fang Zichen came back, he tried his best to hide it, but Fang Zichen had a sharp eye and could see everything accurately.

At the dinner table that day, Brother Zhao poked at the rice grains in the bowl and seemed to be unable to swallow. Fang Zichen asked, "What's wrong? You seem to have something on your mind?"

"No," Brother Zhao didn't want to say, and he wanted to avoid worrying the other person. He made excuses to deal with it: "It's just some brother matters, it's nothing."

Fang Zichen's mind changed and he understood.

The feeling is that the aunt is here.

But...

he was extremely curious, so he gave the boy a piece of meat, pulled the stool next to Brother Zhao, and asked in a low voice: "Will your brother also come to visit?"

Brother Zhao paused and said: " What? "

Don't call me aunt these days. Fang Zichen thought for a moment and changed his words: "Even Kuishui, will your brother come?"

How could you say such a thing so carelessly? Brother Zhao's face was a little red: "...No."

After taking a bath in the evening, Brother Zhao and Guaizi had already gone to bed, but Fang Zichen didn't come in. Guaizi pinched his belly and asked: "Dad, what are you doing?" Father, Simo takes so long to take a bath? Even the good boy wants to mess with him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zichen knocked on the door, his voice was cooing, Lan Hua pointed at the small towel for washing his face, and leaned against the door, as if ashamed. He returned the greeting and said, "Hey~ Brother Zhao."

"Ah~ Father?" The good boy laughed so hard.

"..." Brother Zhao didn't understand what he was doing.

Fang Zichen twisted his waist and walked in and sat next to him, bumping him with his shoulder: "Brother Zhao, your little best friend Fang Brother came to chat with you!"

Brother Zhao burst into laughter and patted him: "What are you doing? Ah!"

"Don't take it to heart. It's so uncomfortable." Fang Zichen said, "Tell me to Brother Fang. Brother Zhao, please tell me!"

The boy laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. After a few laps, he climbed up and stuck to Fang Zichen's back, hugged his neck, and said with a smile, "Dad has turned into a girl, it's so fun!"

Fang Zichen kissed him, held him in his arms, and wanted to coax him to sleep.

There are frogs croaking and crickets chirping outside the house. Night is their paradise. At first, Fang Zichen thought they were noisy. Over the past few months, as he gradually got used to it, he was able to feel leisurely.

The good boy was already asleep. Brother Zhao held Fang Zichen's waist, pressed against his chest and said sullenly: "I want to find a job and make some money, but, I don't seem to know anything."

"Studying is necessary . It costs a lot of money, and after passing the boy student exam, he has to take the scholar exam, and the scholar has to go to the academy over there in Fucheng to study."

He didn't want to be separated from Fang Zichen.

Fucheng Academy provides accommodation for students. If he wanted to follow him, he would have to rent a house. Just a room in a small courtyard in the town would cost more than 400 yuan per month. Fucheng Academy would only be more expensive.

Food, food and accommodation cost money. Without money, he could only stay in the village and wait.

Wait for Fang Zichen to have one day off every month.

But he didn't want to wait.

Not willing to separate.

A family should stay together neatly.

When Fang Zichen asked, he answered in detail.

"I want to be with you every day, but I'm useless. I can't do anything except work in the fields."

"Who said you're useless?" Fang Zichen pinched his chin, asked him to raise his head and looked at each other, and repeated Asked: "Who said you are useless?"

Brother Zhao unconsciously looked away and replied: "No one said it, I think it myself."

"I don't allow you to underestimate yourself so much. If others say this, I will beat them , you said, I will also beat you, but since it is your first offender, I will let you go this time." Fang Zichen told Brother Zhao softly: "Never underestimate yourself, everyone has unlimited possibilities. You are the most important person to me, irreplaceable."

These words were like pouring a large bottle of honey into clear water, and it was unexpectedly sweet.

Brother Zhao couldn't help but kiss him, and Fang Zichen stroked his face: "I thought about this. I have three taels of silver a month, which is enough to eat, but if I want to go up, I will definitely have to spend money in the future. A lot of money, so,"

he felt a little embarrassed when he said this, and tried to say something nice: "Behind every successful man, there is a brother who works silently, so, Brother Zhao, I rely on you. "

Brother Zhao wanted him to rely on him, but his strength did not allow it: "But I don't know how to make money."

He was not as good at calculating as Fang Zichen. Although he had learned from him, he still didn't have the ability to stand alone.

Not even carrying a big bag.

You can't even make a few cents by washing people's clothes.

I want to follow Brother Zhou's example and grow some vegetables to sell, but I don't have any land at home.

It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice!

Fang Zichen originally planned to take him and Guaizi to the Yamen to settle down and get the paperwork and household registration on the day off, but he didn't go on the day off. Instead, he walked around the town and inspected the market. He already had an idea in mind.

"Let's make blood sausage and sell it!" he said.

This is fresh food and has not been sold in town. The ingredients used are also cheap, and the idea is that he has eaten these before. There was an old man frying and selling them at the school gate before, and they were delicious.

Brother Zhao has never heard of it: "blood sausage? What is it?"

"A kind of food," Fang Zichen said, "I will buy the ingredients and teach you how to make it tomorrow."

Brother Zhao became happy and stood up slightly: "We Are you doing business? "

If you want money quickly, you have to go to sea.

"Well," Fang Zichen said, "let's try selling it first and see how it goes."

This is a small business, and it doesn't require much investment in capital and manpower in the early stage, which is suitable for their 'clean and clear' situation.

...

Fang Zichen takes three days off a month. He took one day off before, and today he takes another day off.

After breakfast in the morning, he kissed the boy and took out his backpack. The boy sent him out. After walking far away, he looked back and saw that the boy was still standing at the door of the courtyard looking at him.

The posture has not moved, and it smells a bit like a stone.

The same thing happened to me before. At that time, I had no choice but to go to work, but today I can't go to work.

Fang Zichen couldn't bear it anymore and ran back.

"Father?" The boy ran over and held his hand, thinking he had forgotten something.

Brother Zhao also came out of the yard.

Fang Zichen said: "Are you still going to Brother Zhou's house to help today?"

Brother Zhou's house only has a few pieces of land. The two brothers are so quick and diligent that the grass will be cut to extinction by them.

Brother Zhao shook his head: "No, I'm done." Just wait until the time comes to collect it.

"Then let's go to town together!"

The boy's eyelids widened and he looked at Brother Zhao: "Daddy?"

He wanted to go.

Brother Zhao himself thought: "Well! Then I'll go back to the house and get my wallet."

The family set out on the road.

There were a few orange clouds floating in the sky in the morning. It was hot at noon, so people were working early. There were already people working in the fields on both sides of the road, and some were carrying hoes on the road. There was the sound of cocks crowing in the distance, which was peaceful and peaceful. rural scene.

I saw a family of three, laughing and joking. Someone greeted them and asked them where they were going.

Ma Wen and his parents happened to be not far away. Fang Zichen glanced at it and said loudly with a smile: "Take my husband and son for a walk in the town. Old man, please do your work first!"

Brother Zhao was carrying a backpack and behaved obediently. The boy's legs were short and he couldn't walk fast, so Brother Zhao put him in a backpack.

There were a lot of things to buy today, so he carried a large backpack specially, and the little boy could barely show his little head.

Some unknown small wild flowers bloomed on the roadside, and they were bright and dazzling with dew.

Fang Zichen picked one, put it on Brother Zhao's head, and praised: "Flowers and beauties are a perfect match." What he said seemed to come from the bottom of his heart. Brother Zhao blushed at the praise: "What nonsense are you

talking about!"

Zi Xiao held Brother Zhao's neck with his short hands, came closer to smell it, and said, "Father, the good boy also wants flowers."

Fang Zichen picked another one for him and inserted it into the little tuck on the top of his head. The good boy couldn't see it. , touched it carefully with his hand, and reminded with bright eyes: "Father hasn't praised the good boy yet."

Fang Zichen was convinced and teased him: "Put the flowers on the cow dung."

The good boy: "... ·"

Daddy is a beauty, how come he turns into cow dung when we come here?"

He knew what cow dung was. He even helped the village chief pick it up when his cows were outside.

A black, ugly mess can attract flies.

The good boy was unhappy and squatted down in the backpack: "Father is a bad guy~"

Fang Zichen reached out and poked his butt through the hole under the backpack: "Are you angry? Do you want to draw circles and curse me?"

The good boy blocked it with his hand and said: "Don't poke your little boy's little butt."

"I'm going to poke him."

"Then I'll fart to make my father happy."

Fang Zichen laughed, took him out of the basket and put him on his shoulders.

The sight suddenly became higher and the field of vision broadened. The boy was scared and excited, holding his head and clamping Fang Zichen's neck tightly with his feet.

Fang Zichen grabbed his ankle and squeezed it: "Don't be so hard! Your father will die from the pinch."

The good boy chuckled.

"Should we give our little boy a good name? I can get paid in a few days, and then I have to go to the government office to get the household registration and paperwork." Fang Zichen said, "Have you ever thought about what to name him? ?"

He really hadn't thought about it, and his knowledge was limited. Brother Zhao shook his head: "You can take it!"

Fang Zichen said, "What are the children in the village called Ergou, Tiedan, Zhuzhu, etc.? After thinking about it, I decided on a few. Let's see which one is better. "

Brother Zhao: "Which ones are they?"

Fang Zichen: "Fang Yigou, Uncle Fang, Fang Tiezhu, Fang Xiaoshan, Fang Baozi, Fang Dami, Fang Zichen. Which one do you think is better?"

Brother Zhao: "..."

Fang Zichen didn't wait for his reply, and concluded his own evaluation: "I think Uncle Fang is good and domineering enough, or Fang Dami is also good. "What do you think?"

Brother Zhao: "..." I don't think it's very good.

But he didn't say what was in his heart. Brother Zhao looked at the good boy with apologetic eyes. The good boy couldn't understand. He sat on Fang Zichen's shoulder. When he looked over, he called him daddy and smiled at him again. A little face full of excitement.

Brother Zhao felt even more guilty.

He said: "I...I think it's pretty good too."

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Fang Zichen understood when he saw him like that, and laughed: "I'm lying to you, I won't cheat my son like this."

As long as it's not true, Brother Zhao breathed a sigh of relief: "Then have you thought about it for him? What's the name?"

"I've thought about it," Fang Zichen said, "It's called Fang Lanze, which comes from Lanze Er in "The orchids are full of fragrant grasses. Who do you want to leave behind?" "Zi, what do you think?"

"Fang Lanze, Lan Ze, Xiao Ze," Brother Zhao repeated, feeling very good, this time he was satisfied: "I am

not my son . Just listen to me, if you don't like it, I can choose something else." Fang Zichen said.

Guaizi probably knew what they were talking about, so he immediately jumped in: "Guaizi also thinks this sounds good."

Fang Zichen laughed at him: "Besides knowing how to fart, what else do you know? It sounds good."

"I think it's a good name too," Brother Zhao took his son's side and said, "Just decide on the name. I like this."

The matter was settled like that.

When they arrived in the town, Brother Zhao followed Fang Zichen. Fang Zichen was the one who made the decision on what to buy.

Blood sausage requires pig blood and pig intestines. Afraid of not being able to buy it too late, Fang Zichen took Brother Zhao to the pork stall as soon as he arrived in town.

"Hey, Boy Fang is here, what do you want this time?" the pork stall owner asked, picking up the big knife.

Fang Zichen came here several times to buy meat. He was fair, handsome, and dignified. There were few such people in Fu'an town. The owner of the pork stall had a deep impression of him.

Fang Zichen asked: "Are there any pig blood and pig intestines?"

These offal products are usually sold cheaply. People in the village are poor and cannot afford meat, so they buy some offal meat as a tooth sacrifice.

People in the town don't like to eat this. It's not a market day, so there happens to be plenty of it.

I bought this to try out for practice. Fang Zichen never bought too much at one time, each costing two kilograms.

We still have rice at home, so we just need to buy some more ingredients. Brother Zhao said that Aunt Liu's family grows ginger and peanuts, so you can go back and buy them at their house, which is a few cents cheaper than in the town.

Fang Zichen looked down on such a few pennies, but the wealth did not go to outsiders. Wherever he bought it, he had to listen to Brother Zhao.

After buying the seasonings and buying steamed buns and candied haws under Zhao Geer's hesitant gaze, the family went back.

Guaizai and Fang Zichen were the happiest this time. Brother Zhao was worried about money before, but now he was worried about other things.

Fang Zichen seemed to be a little too fond of the good boy. The good boy didn't ask for things. He took a look at some gadgets when he passed by. Fang Zichen bought them for him like a nouveau riche. Most of the baskets on his back were filled with snacks.

"Don't do this next time," Brother Zhao said after all the hardship: "It's enough if you can eat enough. Why buy these things? It's not enough and it's a waste of money."

"It's not just for him to eat," Fang Zichen said: "You eat too, they are all sweet, you should like them too."

He did not forget that Brother Zhao liked the desserts that Uncle Yang gave him last time, and he sipped them every time. , as if reluctant to eat it all at once.

Brother Zhao seemed to have thought of something, and said coquettishly: "I don't like sweets."

"It's the puppy that's lying to people."

Brother Zhao: "..."

"Just buy it, it's not a flower." A lot, I just want to buy you something." Fang Zichen took his hand and wrapped it in his palm, then intertwined his fingers and felt each other's warmth. He said, "I don't just want you to be with me. Good boy, I want you to be well fed and clothed. I also want you to be carefree and happy. You can ask for whatever you want. Maybe it's my machismo. I don't want to see you humiliating yourself just for some money. Even if I don't eat Even if I don't drink, I still want the best for you."

Brother Zhao stopped, the midday sun was shining on his body, but it was even hotter than before. Fang Zichen stood in the sun and looked back at him, his soft black body His hair was shining, and there was a slight smile on his face. He was so handsome, so bright, and so brilliant.

The good boy hugged his neck, lay on his shoulders, and called him daddy.

These are the two most important people in his life.

Brother Zhao's heart was full of joy, and he was obviously very happy, but his eyes were sour and misty, and he looked very hopeless.

This was not the first time that Fang Zichen had said such heart-warming words, and it was not the first time that he had heard it, but every time Fang Zichen only had to say a few sweet words to coax him, he would surrender and be defeated.

He had no ability to resist Fang Zichen's confession-like words, and he never got tired of hearing them.

...

The blood sausage should be stuffed with rice, cornmeal ground into powder, fried peanuts, some minced ginger to remove the smell and freshness, and seasoned salt. If conditions permit, more ingredients can be added.

But now the conditions don't allow it, after all, I am poor.

As soon as Brother Zhao got home, he steamed the rice first. Fang Zichen still had some conscience. He would not sit there by himself while Brother Zhao was busy and wanted to help wash the large intestine.

The large intestine had a strong smell, and the smell went straight to his forehead. He retched as soon as he lifted it out of the backpack. Brother Zhao couldn't stand it, and he also felt that he, like a young man, would probably not be able to wash it:

"I'll wash it. Go to Aunt Liu's house and buy some peanuts and ginger."

Fang Zichen really couldn't stand the smell, so he took a few whiffs. Now he felt confused and felt like he was lacking oxygen. He took a few steps back and said, "Brother Zhao, I love you. Yes, I'll leave this arduous task to you! I'll take the first step."

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the boy and rushed out of the kitchen, disappearing in a flash. Brother Zhao smiled helplessly.

Uncle Liu's family was here at the moment. Fang Zichen said he wanted to buy peanuts, and Aunt Liu immediately went to get them for him.

Her family doesn't grow many peanuts. They're not mass-produced and easy to sell, so they grow some every year for Uncle Liu to eat when he drinks.

Fang Zichen asked for a pound and was about to dig into his pockets when Aunt Liu said first: "Take it back! It doesn't cost any money."

Fang Zichen said, "How can this be done?"

Aunt Liu's family was not rich, so he would not be greedy for such a small advantage.

Aunt Liu said: "You helped my family a lot last time. These peanuts are nothing. If you want to eat them, come and get them."

The big help was referring to selling vegetables. Fang Zichen didn't think it was a big help, so he just said a word. It's not a big deal, but people have said so, and he insisted on showing off.

"Thank you Aunt Liu, but I also want some ginger."

"Just go dig it in the ground." Brother Zhou went to find a hoe: "I'll dig it for you."

Fang Zichen didn't forget to say anything, and he didn't forget anything . You're welcome: "How can you be so embarrassed? Just ask for a pound."

Brother Zhou: "..."

Aunt Liu and Uncle Liu almost laughed.

Brother Zhou laughed and said, "Then I'll dig it up and give it to you directly."

Fang Zichen was about to go back, and Guaizi was playing with Yoyo. When he saw him leaving, he hurriedly followed.

He is very diligent. He threatened to help at home, but he has little enthusiasm. He can't do anything in the kitchen except watching fire and washing vegetables. The pot at home had a hole a few days ago, and Brother Zhao asked him to buy another one. , he was puzzled at the time, thinking how could this pot break down so quickly?

Brother Zhao said that he was going to feed the chickens, and the boy wanted to help, so he stood on the small bench and helped him stir-fry, and then the pot broke.

The family was busy at the moment, so Fang Zichen coaxed him to play with Yoyo at Liu's house while he went back alone.

It's difficult to wash the large intestine. Brother Zhao hasn't come back yet. Brother Zhou only brought the ginger after washing it.

Fang Zichen was alone at home. Brother Zhou didn't want to stay too long, so he left after saying a few words to him.

After the rice was steamed, Fang Zichen turned off the heat, poured out the water in the pot and started cooking peanuts.

He was not very good at this work and did it stumblingly. After frying it, he took it out and smashed it with a bamboo tube to break it into pieces.

After working for a while, Brother Zhao came back.

Zichen had never made the blood sausage recipe before. He just saw an old man make it once and remembered it roughly.

With all the ingredients ready, let's start the enema.

The two of them were busy until they put it in the pot to cook. Brother Zhao asked, "Is this really delicious?"

He had never seen anyone do it like this before, and he felt uneasy.

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He believed in Fang Zichen in other aspects, but he didn't quite trust him when it came to cooking in the kitchen.

After all, the eldest young master can only eat but not cook.

Fang Zichen was also afraid of being slapped in the face and didn't dare to finish his words: "Yes, maybe it's delicious!" Brother Zhao looked a little disappointed. He seemed to be cheering and encouraging, and said: "I've eaten it several times before and thought it was pretty good. "Yes, if it doesn't taste good, it's probably because we made a mistake or added something less. We can just improve it next time. It's no big deal."

The fire was roaring, and the kitchen was extremely hot. Fang Zichen took it from time to time. I poked it with a bamboo skewer, and after half an hour, the blood sausage finally healed.

It was around two o'clock in the afternoon. Fang Zichen opened the lid of the pot, and a burst of white smoke came out.

The blood sausage didn't smell very fragrant. It was cooked and looked a little dark, so it didn't look very good.

He took out a bunch, cut it into a small section, and stuffed it into his mouth under Brother Zhao's obviously expectant and anxious eyes.

"Why..." Before Brother Zhao could say any words, Fang Zichen spat it out first.

·······Don't ask, I'm afraid it won't taste good.

Fang Zichen stuck out his tongue and fanned himself with his hands: "Fuck, you're burning me to death."

Brother Zhao? ? ?

He reacted and hurriedly fetched a bowl of water. He was so nervous: "Take a sip quickly. Hurry up."

Fang Zichen was so burned that tears came out. His mouth was burning. It was better with cold water in his mouth, but it still hurt. .

Brother Zhao was extremely distressed: "Put your tongue out and let me see if there are any blisters?"

Fortunately, there were no blisters, just a white film.

If this happened to him, he could just endure it and it would be over. It was no big deal. But if it happened to Fang Zichen, Brother Zhao was worried: "Let's go see the doctor!"

"No need," Fang Zichen shook his head: "It just hurts a little. , It's okay."

Brother Zhao: "Really? Don't lie to me."

After a while, it seemed that his nerves had become numb, and he said, "I told you that you are a puppy. I don't treat people like dogs." , Are you stupid? You feel at ease, you feel at ease."

Seeing that he could still attack others, Brother Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. The blood sausage was still steaming. With Fang Zichen "Zhuyu" in front of him, he cut a small piece and blew on it before putting it into his mouth.

There was no taste after the first bite. Fang Zichen couldn't hold it back and asked angrily: "How does it feel? Is it delicious?" He even felt anxious.

After all, the smell of large intestine is so strong that it makes people nauseous. I don't know if it tastes good when cooked like this.

Although the old man at the small breakfast shop at the school gate was doing it like this, he didn't watch the whole process. He was afraid that he had missed some important link and the cooked blood sausage would smell bad.

The peanuts have been fried and are full of mellow flavor.

Chop the ginger into fine pieces to remove the fishy smell and enhance the freshness at the same time.

The salt is just right.

Not too much corn flour is used, it is glutinous, tender and refreshing.

Brother Zhao cut another piece and replied: "It's delicious."

"Is it fishy?" "Not

fishy at all!"

"That's good," Fang Zichen said, "You can make some tomorrow and try to take it to town. Let's sell it."

Brother Zhao thought it was quite delicious, but he thought that he had not eaten many good things, so it would be better if Fang Zichen had tasted it.

Fang Zichen's mouth hurt so much that he definitely couldn't eat now. In the evening, the good boy came back and saw that he was not eating. He jumped off the bench and ran to his side and asked, "Father, Simo, is he here? Don't you want to eat? If you don't eat, you will feel hungry when you go to bed at night. It's uncomfortable!"

"Father wants to cultivate immortality. I can't eat." Fang Zichen lied to him.

"Ah?"

Brother Zhao smiled, touched his face and said, "Your father's mouth was burned and he can't eat now. Be good, you eat first."

The good boy didn't move, frowned, and asked Fang Zichen to open his mouth seriously. Open your mouth and show him.

Fang Zichen did as he was told.

The good boy held his face and looked back and forth. He didn't know if he could see anything or if he could read it. Anyway, his posture was decent and it looked like that.

Fang Zichen was amused: "Good boy, little doctor, is my mouth okay?"

Good boy said seriously: "It's a little swollen."

"Ah~" Fang Zichen cooperated: "Then what should I do? Good boy, little doctor Doctor, please help me, please help me! I have an elder and a younger one, and the whole family depends on me. Nothing will happen to me!"

"Don't worry," the boy said seriously, with his hands behind his back. An old-fashioned man, imitate his idiom: "I will blow my fairy air on you, and it will cure the disease and get rid of the bird!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

He doesn't want to open his mouth and blow it to the good boy, this little boy When something blows, spittle flies everywhere, like drizzle.

He politely refused: "Ah! Is it so miraculous? But I feel that I am already healed, my waist is no longer sore, my mouth is no longer painful, and there is no need for a little doctor to take action." The

good boy shook his head: "That won't work, young man, don't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment . ."

He looked disheveled. Brother Zhao looked on and couldn't help but laugh.

Fang Zichen felt like he was in trouble.

I taught him some idioms in the past, but now I'm good at it and I use it on myself.

The situation got better in the evening. He only had two buns since noon. Fang Zichen was also hungry. Brother Zhao cut a piece of blood sausage for him and stared at it closely.

As soon as Fang Zichen chewed it twice, he couldn't help but ask: "What do you think?"

"Not bad," Fang Zichen, who has eaten delicacies from all over the world, commented: "Fresh, the taste is moderately salty, and the large intestine skin is also crispy. It's just that the cornmeal is a bit rough and not silky enough. "

Ah! What should I do?"

There is no rice mill these days, Fang Zichen said, "It would be nice if we could grind it ourselves." A little."

Brother Zhao thought about it and said, "Aunt Liu has one, but it's a small one, okay?"

"Okay! It'll be fine if you can." Brother Zhao couldn't wait to borrow it. " Good morning

."

If you do it well and set up the stall early, you can make money early.

Fang Zichen said it was good and had tasted it himself. Brother Zhao was confident and full of energy. If it hadn't been too late, he would have wanted to go to Aunt Liu's house to move the stone mill immediately.

Fang Zichen came back from rinsing his mouth. Seeing that he was still excited, he slapped his butt: "Go to sleep!"

He didn't shy away from his suspicion now. He took off his shirt and was about to sleep. Brother Zhao rested on his arm and lay in his arms, Like a fairy, her index finger traced circles on his thin chest, teasingly.

Fang Zichen grabbed his disruptive hand and said helplessly, "Stop moving. I am a young and powerful man. You are not afraid that I will go into battle with a knife and kill you."

"Not afraid," Uncle Liu's words echoed in the room. By his ear, Brother Zhao was close to him, buried in his chest, taking in the smell of his body. After a while, he said slowly: "I want to give you a son."

"... Let's forget about this first!" One good boy is enough, and the family is barely struggling to survive on food and clothing. How can we support another one? You can't let your child get drunk. Fang Zichen made excuses and praised himself: "If I really do it, this bed can't stand it."

"I booked a bed at Grandpa Wang's house and it will be delivered to my home in two days. Brother Zhao said softly.

Fang Zichen smiled. He didn't become a monk and had no desire. On the contrary, he wanted to get closer to Brother Zhao: "We'll talk about it when the time comes. It's okay to do something shameful, but we don't want children yet."

Brother Zhao raised his head. , and looked at him: "Why? Don't you like children?" After saying that, it felt wrong again.

Fang Zichen likes children, you can tell by the way he wants and wants from his good boy.

He thought this way, but Fang Zichen unexpectedly answered: "I can't tell you how I feel, I can't say I like it, and I can't say I hate it either."

Brother Zhao looked away, a little nervous: "Then what do you think of my dear... Fang Zichen

interrupted him: "Guai Zai is different and incomparable."

Guai Zai is very clingy, but not annoying. He is only three years old, but he is a very sensible child.

Whenever Brother Zhao was busy, he would follow him and help with whatever work he could.

When Fang Zichen wanted to read, he wouldn't disturb him and just squatted quietly aside.

It's good that Fang Zichen loves him, but who can guarantee that the next generation of Brother Zhao will be like a good boy? What if he is like Ma Xiaoshun?

After you refuse to listen or scold me, should you beat me or not?

At his current age, he has a very bad temper and is not very patient. He should wait a few years and become more mature!

At eighteen years old, there is no need to worry about children. Besides, now that he has one, he is already a successful man, far ahead of his peers, so why should he be anxious!

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The next day, Fang Zichen went to work. Brother Zhao had breakfast and went to Aunt Liu's house.

Her stone mill was made by Uncle Liu himself and used to grind beans. It had been left in the backyard untouched since Liu Xiaowen went to serve in the army.

Liu Xiaowen loves to eat tofu, but tofu burns oil and is not easy to make. After he left, the family was busy with all kinds of things. He only went to eat to fill his stomach, so there was no time to go there. Make tofu.

There was no need for it anyway, and the stone mill was heavy, so Uncle Liu personally carried it home to Brother Zhao.

Brother Zhao fetched water, washed the stone mill inside and out, and then went to dig ginger in Liu's vegetable field. This time he gave him money.

All I did was trivial and trivial. I was so busy that it seemed like the day passed in the blink of an eye.

In the evening, Fang Zichen came back and bought blood sausage and cornmeal. There was no time to eat, so the two of them started working in the yard before it got dark.

Fang Zichen was very strong and could push the stone mill easily, but Brother Zhao couldn't do it. He was out of breath after just a few rounds of pushing.

The obedient boy sat aside obediently and did not make any fuss. The two of them stopped until the cornmeal was ground finely and Fang Zichen felt it was ready.

The good boy ran back to the kitchen and fetched water. He took a full gourdful and sprinkled half of it before he left. "Father, daddy, drink some water."

Fang Zichen touched his face and said, "You are good."

Pure natural mountain spring water, which Fang Zichen had not seen before . If you dare to drink it directly, you are always afraid of insect eggs or leeches floating in it, but everyone in the village drinks it this way, and there has been no problem after drinking it for decades or hundreds of years. There is only one pot at home, and hot water is not convenient, not to mention it is hot in the summer. Yes, in line with the principle of 'doing as the Romans do', Fang Zichen drank like this. After a month or two, it still tasted good and he felt better.

He raised his neck and drank, drank most of it, handed the rest to Brother Zhao, and warned: "It's time to eat later, don't drink too much."

Brother Zhao finished drinking the water and went into the kitchen to stir-fry, porridge and evening meal. It will be cooked in a moment.

It's so hot in the summer that I can sweat two pounds even if I lie in bed without moving. Now that I'm working, the sweat keeps dripping down as if it's free.

The good boy imitated Brother Zhao, squeezed into his arms, and pulled his sleeves to wipe him: "Are you tired, father?" After saying that, he ran back to the room again, and when he came out again, he was holding something in his hand.

It is a fan made of bamboo strips, round, and wrapped with cloth on the side.

There wasn't one at home before, so Fang Zichen asked: "Where did this fan come from?" It was quite nice.

The good boy stood aside and fanned him, like a dedicated maid, and replied: "I asked Grandpa Liu to do it for me! I fanned my father, a big fan."

Very filial.

Fang Zichen looked at the good boy and remembered what Brother Zhao said last night.

【I want to give you a son. 】

Actually, it doesn't matter whether the son is a brother or a daughter. The Qing Dynasty has been destroyed for so long. He is not feudal and insists on having a son to carry on the family line. However, if all the children born are like good boys, then it is better to have one or two. It's not impossible.

When the time comes, one will fan him, another will squeeze his shoulders, and another will beat his legs...

Fang Zichen thought about it, and he became beautiful.

Brother Zhao called out twice in the kitchen, but no one answered. When he came out, he saw him staring at the good boy with a rippling smile.

"What are you laughing at?"

Fang Zichen coughed and led the good boy into the kitchen: "No, Brother Zhao, when did you say that bed was delivered to us last night?"

Brother Zhao served him a bed first. Bowl of porridge: "Probably the day after tomorrow!"

Fang Zichen: "Ah! It will take so long? I can't wait any longer."

Brother Zhao blushed, shook his hand and almost dropped the bowl into the pot, saying: "It's broad daylight "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Fang Zichen looked outside and saw that it was almost dark and it was still broad daylight? !

Just after dinner, Fang Zichen was washing dishes, and Brother Zhou's voice came from outside.

People in the village don't go out at night, and if they have something to do, they have to wait until daytime to find it, unless it's urgent.

Brother Zhao quickly went to open the door. Outside the courtyard door, Brother Zhou's eyes were red, as if he had just cried.

"What's wrong?" He stepped aside and allowed Brother Zhou to enter.

They sat down in the main room, and Brother Zhao lit an oil lamp. A yellow chrysanthemum lit up the room.

Afraid that the two best friends were going to whisper something, Fang Zichen picked up his sweet boy and walked outside.

Brother Zhou wiped his tears and said aggrievedly: "My mother came to see me today."

"..." Brother Zhao didn't understand.

Xiaohe Village is neither big nor small. From Fang Zichen's perspective, it is considered small. But for the villages under Fu'an Town, in terms of scale, Xiaohe Village and Xiaorongshu are medium-sized villages, and the smaller ones are like Jiuli Village. , Shili Village is called a small village. It is so deep in the mountains that there are no major roads yet.

Brother Zhou married into this village. His mother's family is at the west end of the village, and his husband's family is at the east end of the village. Each family is busy with their own affairs, so they don't get to see each other every day, but the village is so big, there are always people they meet on the way to work, and they are all the same. It's a village, but not far away. Isn't it normal for a mother to come to see her brother?

Why are you crying?

Brother Zhou was also quite thin, and his shadow on the ground was a small ball. He hugged his knees, buried his head in his legs, and said in a dull voice: "She wants me to go back."

Brother Zhao was dumb and speechless. .

Liu Xiaowen was taken to the border gate, and no news was returned for several years, but what kind of place was the border gate? He eats people without spitting out bones. After ten visits, two times, one has a broken arm and the other is lame. Liu Xiaowen was only a little man in his seventeens when he went there. Most people in the village thought that he was probably gone.

But no one dared to say this in front of the Liu family. Liu Dazhi was a simple and honest man, and would not fight with them if he heard this, but in the end, he still had to have some conscience.

Without Liu Xiaowen, to put it harshly, Brother Zhou is no different from being a widow now.

Aunt Liu is in poor health and can only do light work, but Uncle Liu is very capable. Now that he is old, can he still be counted on?

What will Brother Zhou do then?

It is better to go home and find someone again while you are still young. Even though you have been married before, it is not as good as the innocent brother and girl, and you cannot marry into a good family, but there are still widowers whose wives have died in villages ten miles away, and there are always people who want them.

"My mother asked me to remarry. She said that even if I don't remarry, it would be better to stay home than now." Brother Zhou said, "But I don't want to."

Since ancient times, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has not been good, but Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu treated Brother Zhou The child is not thin, no different from his own child.

When he married Liu Xiaowen, it was not because of his parents' orders or the matchmaker's advice, but because he liked it.

Everyone in the village guessed that Liu Xiaowen might be dead, and it was not like he had never thought of this possibility.

Even if Liu Xiaowen is really dead, it has only been three years now. Even if his body is still cold, he still has to keep his filial piety for three years. What does it matter if he is gone now?

And...

"My mother persuaded me to go back, but she didn't let me take Liuliu with me. She said that Liuliu was a son of the Liu family, and he was a boy. It would be difficult for me to marry him, and he would be a burden.

" Because of these words, Brother Zhou couldn't help but quarreled with his mother: "I don't care about my parents. They are adults and can take care of themselves, but Liuliu is still so young. I was pregnant for ten months, and it came from me." How can I abandon him as a piece of meat?"

Brother Zhao asked with concern, "What do you think?"

"I want to guard my home and wait for Xiaowen to come back." Buried with too much pain in his heart, Brother Zhou choked with sobs, "Even if I can't wait for him to come back, it's okay. This is my home. I don't want to If I go back, I don't want to remarry, and I don't feel bitter now."

"If I remarry, how can I have the nerve to go find him when I go down there? I can't let go of my parents, and I can't let go of Liuliu. It was hard to say it before, but it's much better now. Now, with your husband's help, I can focus on growing vegetables and earn forty or fifty cash a day!"

As if thinking of something, he frowned and said with a worried expression: "And my two sisters-in-law will tolerate me when I go back. Before I got married, you wanted me to sleep in the woodshed and free up the house for their son. You also know that my mother is like a god, and my brother is like shit. She will never say a word for me. "I'm living well now, so I don't want to go back."

Brother Zhao said, "Since you have figured it out and have your own ideas, why are

you still crying?" Brother Zhou replied.

"You are married, and now the Liu family is your root. If Aunt Liu and Uncle Liu treat you badly, I will support you with both hands if you want to go back. But Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu treat you well, and it will be difficult for you to marry again." Brother Zhao told the truth and gave his own opinion: "Although Liuliu is only three years old, he is sensible. He will be able to help you if you raise him for a few more years. We understand what conditions we have. Rich people will look down on us like this." Yes, you have to work at Liu's house and you have to work at other people's houses. What's the difference?"

Brother Zhou nodded: "I think so too."

Brother Zhao glanced outside the door and saw a faint moonlight outside. , Fang Zichen and Guai Zai were still in the yard, facing the gate, singing.

There is a little frog in the happy pond.

It dances like it's possessed by a prince.

No frog can compare to his cool eyes.

One day it will be awakened by the princess.

La la la...

The lyrics are weird. It's different from the ones hummed by the children in the village, "The second dog marries a puppy and gives birth to a litter of puppies." But it's a little nice to hear. Brother Zhao was about to close his eyes. Fang Zichen seemed to feel something, and raised his eyes to look over, his eyes full of tenderness and love.

Tenderness and pampering were for the good boy. As soon as he saw him, he laughed and glared at him, full of mischievous anger.

Brother Zhao coughed, regained consciousness and began to chase people away inhumanely: "It's getting late, you should go back, otherwise Aunt Liu will be worried."

Brother Zhou originally wanted to find someone to talk to him about what was on his mind, and he kept suppressing it. Unfortunately, it was hard to talk to Aunt Liu about this matter. Brother Zhao was the only one who could talk to him in the village.

Unknowingly, it was getting dark, and Brother Zhou was about to get up when Aunt Liu's voice came from outside.

"Boy Fang, is my Brother Zhou here?"

"Well, he's chatting with Brother Zhao inside!"

After taking a bath and lying on the bed, Brother Zhao was feeling depressed because of Brother Zhou's affairs. He had to get up early to do blood work tomorrow. He went to set up a stall and forced himself to fall asleep, but he couldn't fall asleep despite tossing and turning.

Fang Zichen hugged his waist: "What's wrong?"

Chapter 58

When Brother Zhou talked about this matter, Fang Zichen was outside the door. Brother Zhou did not shy away from it, and Fang Zichen was not a loudmouthed woman, so Brother Zhao told the matter.

Fang Zichen clicked his tongue and put his hands under his head. He may not know much about the ways of the world, but he is very smart: "Why don't you call Brother Zhou early in the morning and not late in the evening? Why do you call Brother Zhou back at this time?" "

Uncle Liu helped me with the housework before, but now Uncle Liu hurts his leg and can't get off the ground. Brother Zhou is busy inside and outside, so he has lost a lot of weight in the past half month," Brother Zhao guessed: "Uncle Zhou and Aunt Li must feel sorry for him."

This thought was simple. Fang Zichen said, "I don't think so."

Brother Zhao looked at him intently.

Fang Zichen said: "If they feel sorry for Brother Zhou, then the children they raised should understand him and understand how important children are as a father. Brother Zhou is just a child, how can he treat Liuliu? Anyone with a discerning eye can tell It can be seen that they persuaded him to abandon Liuliu and remarry, which is no different from tearing out his heart. If I were Uncle Zhou and I really loved my brother, I would not be willing to do this to him. Moreover, Uncle Liu's leg was injured. It's been more than half a month, why didn't you come to persuade me at the beginning and only come now?"

Brother Zhao thought about it, and this seems to be right.

And judging from the meaning of Brother Zhou's words, Aunt Li wanted him to go home first and make the decision to remarry slowly, without any rush.

But Brother Zhou is not young anymore. It is not easy for him to get pregnant as he gets older. It is difficult to find someone for a second marriage, but it will be even harder when he gets older.

What do Aunt Li think?

Fang Zichen nodded at the center of his eyebrows: "Don't frown, it's so ugly."

"Do you dislike me?" Brother Zhao pinched his rolled Adam's apple and asked, "Husband, what do you mean by Aunt Li?"

"Zhou My brother's delivery of food to Zuixiao Lou must have made his family jealous," Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao was stunned for a moment: "No, it's impossible!"

"What's impossible? He has a good relationship with you. Now doesn't everyone in the village say that I helped him because of your face?" Fang Zichen analyzed it for him. , said: "Brother Zhou delivers food to our store every day. He can earn more than thirty or forty cash per trip. The minimum guarantee is one tael of silver a month. How can his parents not be jealous? Uncle Yang originally asked him to give it to the store Delivering food means acknowledging him as a person. If he returns to his parents' home, the Liu family will no longer be able to deliver food to the store. The road will have to go to the Zhou family. Brother Zhou and Li will go back to their parents' home and stay in the boudoir again. If you use the vegetables grown on the Zhou family's land, don't you have to hand it over to the Zhou family? "

The Zhou family wants Brother Zhou to go back and pawn them off.

Brother Zhao's face was full of astonishment: "Why is this so!"

But thinking about it, there are traces to follow.

Before Brother Zhou got married, Uncle Zhou and Aunt Li didn't pay much attention to him. Brother Zhou had been having a hard time in the past few years, and they didn't see them helping him. Now he suddenly came to care about him, and their feelings were all calculated.

It's only one tael of silver a month. The elders in the village are exhausted and can't earn this amount. It's normal to be jealous.

"Go to sleep!" Fang Zichen held him in his arms: "I have to get up early tomorrow. Brother Zhou is not stupid. He can only choose how to go, west or east, and we can't control it. "

He is my good friend," Brother Zhao hugged him, feeling depressed: "When I was first sold to the Ma family, the children in the village ignored me,"

he said softly . thing.

At that time, Brother Zhao was only seven years old, and he was also the age where he loved to play. When he was walking, he saw children of the same age playing together in groups. It was not unenviable. At the age of six or seven, he had already started to help the family with some light work in the village. My son, when we were cutting pig grass, digging wild vegetables, and doing laundry, the little girl and the little brothers always met each other and walked together, but he was the only one alone.

Brother Zhao tried to talk to them at that time, but they ignored him. Only Liu Xiaowen and Brother Zhou were willing to talk to him. They were older than Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao had never worked before, so at the beginning It would be a bad job. If the pigs and vegetables were cut in a basket, they would be beaten when they went back. Liu Xiaowen and Zhou Geer came to help him after they finished the work themselves.

Liu Xiaowen and Brother Zhou were his only companions throughout his childhood. Being with them gave him a rare respite from the heavy work. They were also the only light in his dark days.

Now Liu Xiaowen is far away in the frontier, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. The only one who can be considered a friend is Brother Zhou.

Fang Zichen sighed, feeling uncontrollably uncomfortable in his heart.

If you like someone, you can't bear to see him suffer any injustice. Even if what happened was in the past where he never appeared, but now in this silent night, listening to Brother Zhao recounting the past events one by one, he was ostracized. , being wronged, his heart felt like being stabbed lightly by a needle, not fatal enough, but densely packed, but full of pain.

He supported Brother Zhao's slightly convex back and slid down, finally stopping at his side. Fang Zichen hugged him tighter, close to his face, breathing hotly, and said slowly: "It's all over, it's okay. , Just give Brother Zhou a warning."

Eyelashes trembled slightly, Brother Zhao kissed his chin gently: "Yes."

Everyone cleans up the snow on their own, no matter how others have nosebleeds, help can only help. this.

The next day before dawn, Brother Zhao got up. As soon as he moved, he had not yet put on his clothes, and the bedridden king also got up.

"Did I wake you up?" Brother Zhao held him down: "You can sleep a little longer, it's still early before dawn."

Fang Zichen was still dazed, holding his head with one hand and squeezing his eyebrows with the other. : "I'm going to help you."

It's not convenient for one person to make blood sausage, and it's difficult to do it without anyone to help.

Brother Zhao felt so warm that he handed the clothes to him: "Then you put on your clothes first, and I'll get some water to wash your face."

The temperature was not that hot in the morning, and after washing with cold water, he felt refreshed.

The good boy was still sleeping. It was about three o'clock at this time. Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao started working by the firelight in the stove.

I have experience, and I can do it quickly again. After everything is done and put in the pot to cook, the chickens in the village start to crow.

Brother Zhao washed his hands and asked, "It's too late to cook porridge today. I'll order some noodles for you, okay?"

He's been busy since getting up, and Fang Zichen was very tired: "No, I'll eat blood sausage later. I don't want to eat noodles." He was considerate when he arrived and asked, "Do you want to eat? I'll cook it for you."

Mr. Fang didn't even hold a spatula before he came here. One mouthful, anyway, with Brother Zhao's temperament, he won't eat it, and Brother Zhao will definitely not eat it either...

"Okay!" Brother Zhao smiled sweetly.

"..." Fang Zichen's mind was stuck: "You really eat it?"

Brother Zhao smiled and said, "Yeah! I want to eat it."

Fang Zichen's mouth twitched and he couldn't brag anymore, so he coughed strategically He said honestly: "Noodles don't taste good. Eating them every day can lead to malnutrition. We won't eat noodles today. Be good and my husband will boil eggs for you."

The blood sausage is still boiling in the pot. Wash the eggs and throw away the pot. Here, OK, super simple.

Brother Zhao pursed his lips and tried not to laugh.

How could Fang Zichen know how to cook noodles? He couldn't even take a picture of cucumbers. Last time he brought a few back from Aunt Liu's house, and he wanted to take pictures himself, but he stabbed them behind his back and the cucumbers didn't even know where to fly. After searching for a long time, my feelings disappeared into the pyre.

Blood sausage is not easy to cook. After a quarrel, Fang Zichen remembered the business. Yesterday, Uncle Yang said that his boss was coming today. He said he had something to explain and asked him to rush early and arrive before 7:30. Fang Zichen could not wait for Brother Zhao to come with him. , washed his hands and was about to leave. Brother Zhao picked up the eggs and wrapped them in vegetable leaves and handed them to him:

"Eat on the way, there is still some time, there is no rush."

​​It will be around six o'clock, there is really no need to be too anxious, Fang Zichen He told him: "Take your good boy to sell over there on West Street. There are many people there. Don't go anywhere else. Do

you understand?" Brother Zhao nodded: "I understand, don't worry."

Fang Zichen took the eggs and left. .

Before leaving the village entrance, someone came down the mountain on the left. The man was carrying a large bundle of firewood. He was probably quite short and was hidden by the weeds on the roadside. Fang Zichen didn't even see him.

He is so diligent. With such a big bundle of firewood, he would have gone to the mountains before dawn.

This scene made Fang Zichen inexplicably think of how Brother Zhao had gotten up early in the morning to collect firewood when he first arrived, and his clothes were all soaked by the fog.

"Ah..."

Just as he was lost in thought, there was a sound from the left. The man's feet slipped and he rolled down into the ditch. Firewood followed closely and fell on him.

Xiaofeng fell so hard that his eyes were filled with stars, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. The ditch was uneven and his back was sore. The firewood was too heavy and heavy, and he couldn't push it away. After struggling several times to no avail, he could only Can lie down tired.

"Are you okay?" A voice came from the roadside.

Fang Zichen moved the firewood away and unexpectedly found a thin child lying in the ditch.

The child was dressed in rags, and the clothes were extremely ill-fitting and too short. His two muddy legs were so slender that they looked like they could be easily broken.

Fang Zichen was not a soft-hearted person, but his appearance reminded him of Brother Zhao and Guaizi, and he felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart.

Xiaofeng climbed out of the ditch and bowed to Fang Zichen and said thank you: "Thank you... thank you... Uncle Fang."

Fang Zichen was stunned for a moment, a little surprised: "You know Me? "He has never seen this child.

"Yeah!" Xiaofeng nodded, seeming a little reserved and a little embarrassed. The shoe on his right foot was torn, and his toes were exposed. He kept shrinking in, his posture twisted: "You...you are, Uncle Zhao. I know Brother

Zhao emotionally, but I don't know how the other person feels when he talks like this. Fang Zichen feels tired for him. He smiles and wants the other person to relax: "Don't be nervous.

" Feng said: "I, I'm not nervous."

Fang Zichen laughed again: "Aren't you nervous? If you weren't nervous, you would stutter when you speak."

Xiaofeng said honestly: "I, I am just small, small. Stuttering."

Fang Zichen: "..."

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Fang Zichen's smile froze on his face and he almost couldn't hold it back. He asked casually: "Have you had breakfast?"

Xiaofeng shook his head and lowered his eyes to look at the ground: "Not yet... no."

He was very skinny . , strange and pity, Brother Zhao brought him three eggs and just ate one, Fang Zichen handed it to him: "Eat it!"

Eggs are not cheap, Xiaofeng didn't dare to ask for them: "No, no need. "

Just take it," Fang Zichen stuffed it directly into his arms: "This bundle of firewood is quite heavy. You are still young, so don't carry too much at once. Be careful. I'm going to work in a hurry. I won't tell you anymore." ."

Xiaofeng held the two eggs, a little panicked, and wanted to catch up, but Fang Zichen's long legs surpassed the horse's legs and he walked too fast, so he couldn't catch up.

Due to this delay, Fang Zichen hurriedly rushed in. As soon as he walked in, his boss Yang Mutao walked in behind, with a young boy by his side.

The waiters and kitchen workers in the store are all standing in the hall at the moment. This scene and situation are similar to a morning meeting in a modern company.

The big boss Yang Mutao spoke.

The ancients may have been better at talking. He talked eloquently for more than half an hour, and Fang Zichen felt sleepy after listening to it. In fact, in summary, the general idea was that he was going out for a trip, and before he came back, shopkeeper Yang had full control over the affairs of the store.

After the show was over, Fang Zichen was about to return to his post to shine when he was stopped by Yang Mutao alone.

"Zi Chen, come with me."

He turned and went upstairs. There was his exclusive 'lounge' on the third floor. Fang Zichen had gone in several times before.

After closing the door, Fang Zichen found that there was someone else in the room, the young boy who came with Yang Mutao before.

I didn't look closely at it at the time, but now that I have a look...it's pretty good.

Although this young man is young, he is very handsome. He has sharp eyebrows, long and narrow eyes, and a straight and narrow nose. He looks elegant and elegant, like a scholar who writes and reads books. But there was a meanness in his eyes, which seemed particularly inhumane.

"Zi Chen," Yang Mutao took the young boy in his arms and introduced him: "This is my child. He is a brother. His name is Yang Mingyi. He is eleven years old this year. Mingyi, this is your brother Fang."

"Brother Fang." Yang Mingyi took the lead. He shouted: "Hello."

Fang Zichen nodded: "Hello." He had heard of Yang Mingyi before.

Whether in ancient times or modern times, people love gossip. He heard from the women in the kitchen who were responsible for washing dishes and vegetables that Yang Mutao had several concubines in his family, but he didn't know why. So far, the ones under his knees were all. There is only one brother.

Yang Mingyi didn't often come to Zuixiaolou. The ladies kept praising him for his good looks, saying that he was as good as heaven and earth, as if he had received money from others. Fang Zichen asked out of curiosity: "So good-looking? How does he compare with me?" ?"

The aunt didn't know whether she was giving him face in front of him or it was the truth, but she said: "My little boss is still a little worse than you."

I have been at Zuixiaolou for almost a month, and today I finally came. When he saw the person, Fang Zichen confirmed that all the ladies were honest. Yang Mingyi was good-looking, but compared to himself, he was indeed a little bit worse.

As if to have a long conversation, Yang Mutao asked Fang Zichen to sit down across the table. Yang Mingyi poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him with both hands. Although his temperament was still cold, he was polite: "Brother Fang."

"Thank you."

Yang Mutao said: " Zichen, you must have heard about my situation, right now, I only have one child, Brother Yi, and I will definitely leave it to him after Zuixiaolou. This child is eleven years old this year, and I want him to stay with you. Do you think you can learn how to calculate accounts? "

Fang Zichen is good at accounting, and before he came to work, shopkeeper Yang reported to him that the greedy accountant before had cheated the restaurant of hundreds of taels of silver. After learning this lesson, Yang Mutao did not dare to tell anyone. If so, he sent someone to investigate and found out Fang Zichen's origins clearly. He was dedicated and honest when he carried big bags at the dock, and he didn't cheat at all. He also saw his performance in the past month.

Probably because he came from overseas, Fang Zichen's accounting method is different from theirs, but it is very easy to use, fast and accurate.

Yang Mutao checked the accounts and found that he had not made any mistakes in the past month, so he began to think about it and wanted Yang Mingyi to learn from him.

My brother is going to get married after all. If he learns well, not only Zuixiaolou, but also when he is in charge of the backyard finance in the future.

When he was still young before, he always felt that if he worked harder, the beauties in the backyard could give him another son and a half. But now, almost ten years later, he is already in his forties, and he used to not blush seven times a night. He is out of breath. He can fight another 300 rounds in another room. Now his waist is no longer strong. The old scalper is old and exhausted. The seeds he sowed have not grown any flowers. Now he can only concentrate on cultivating Yi. brothers.

Fang Zichen was a little embarrassed: "I would be very happy, but the store is really busy, I'm afraid I don't have time!"

But... money can make all the difference.

"..."

Yang Mingyi pursed his lips and said nothing. He was a quiet and reserved person.

Yang Mutao was old and cunning. He had been doing business for such a long time, so he couldn't say he could tell people accurately. However, Fang Zichen didn't play tricks in front of him, and he spoke straightforwardly. He immediately said: "I won't disturb you for much time, just one at noon." At this time, my brother will settle the score, and I won't let you teach me for nothing. I'll give you three taels of silver a month. What do you think?"

"How embarrassing is this?" Fang Zichen smiled cheerfully and said, There was no trace of embarrassment on his face.

This kid, Yang Mutao shook his head helplessly and laughed: "Then I will send him home first and come back at noon."

Fang Zichen said: "Anything is fine!"

...

After the blood sausage was cooked, Brother Zhao took it out and put oil paper in the basket on his back. , will not leak water or oil.

The good boy got up too. He used to get up early. Every time he opened his eyes, Fang Zichen was still there. He didn't see Fang Zichen this time. He curled his lips, climbed out of bed, rubbed his eyes, and walked to the kitchen.

"Daddy~"

Brother Zhao took him to wash his face, and cut a piece of blood sausage and gave it to him to cool down.

The blood sausage was round, bigger than the mouth, and longer than the face. The good boy had never eaten it, so he held it for a while and looked at it before taking a small bite. His confused eyes immediately lit up.

"Is it delicious?" Brother Zhao asked.

"Good luck! Is this Simo?" The good boy laughed after getting the delicious food: "Daddy, did you pass the first time?"

"Daddy has eaten it. This is blood sausage. Today I went to town with daddy to sell blood sausage. Okay?"

"Okay~"

Brother Zhao picked up the basket, covered it with a half-meter-long wooden board, closed the courtyard door, and led the boy to the town.

He has short legs, and Brother Zhao wants to hug him, but the good boy refuses to let him go: "Daddy carries a heavy load, and the good boy is a man, so the good boy can walk by himself."

Brother Zhao smiled helplessly, and had no choice but to slow down.

The good boy is also sensible and is afraid of wasting time. His chopstick-long legs are almost out of the afterimage, and his face is trembling and turning red.

No one has ever sold this thing in Fu'an town. Brother Zhao put the wooden board across the basket and put the blood sausage on it. The passers-by looked at it curiously, and some people came up to ask, but no one bought it. .

Blood sausage has no fragrance when it's cold. A palm-long section costs three cents, which is more expensive than meat buns. Ordinary people can afford it, but no one's money is blown by the wind. I haven't eaten it, and I can't smell it. Son, I didn't even buy it.

Brother Zhao was so shy that he didn't dare to ask to buy it. He stood there in a daze. Seeing that he couldn't buy the blood sausage, he was anxious and panicked.

Fang Zichen glanced at it from a distance and turned back. He was not busy now. He recruited two guys. They were sweet-mouthed and relatively good at making trouble.

"Brother Fang, what's the matter?" Sun Dahu asked.

"Well," Fang Zichen said, "You two can do me a favor."

He was very popular in the store, so Sun Dahu and Wang Xiaojiu agreed and praised Haikou, saying: "Don't say a favor, as long as you ask Brother Fang, you can go up and down the knife mountain." In the sea of ​​​​fire, brothers are duty-bound."

"..." There is no need to be so exaggerated.

Fang Zichen waved to them to come closer and said softly: "You go... like this... and then like this..."

After listening, Wang Xiaojiu patted his chest with a smile: "Brother Fang, You didn't see it, don't worry, we promise to do a great job."

Chapter 60

People were coming and going on West Street. There was a stall selling wontons across the street. There were so many customers that the owner and his wife were busy. The business of selling pancakes next to it was also very good. Brother Zhao looked envious.

The good boy hugged his legs and stared at the people passing by, quietly.

"Hey, Brother Zhao, it turns out that you bought blood sausage in a different place. No wonder I can't find you on East Street."

Two people walked towards me. Their tone was very familiar and they spoke loudly. Several passers-by passed by. They all looked over.

Brother Zhao frowned slightly, he didn't know these two people.

"Give me one," Sun Dahu licked his mouth and said, "I miss you after not eating for a few days. You said you moved without saying a word, making it easy for us old customers to find you."

"That's right." Wang Xiaojiu

chimed in: "Your blood sausage is super delicious. I think about it every day. It's a pity that you are the only one selling it in the whole town. There is no other place." , Brother Zhao was a little confused at first.

He didn't know these two people, but they knew who he was, and they also knew that the thing he sold was called blood sausage. Someone murmured, "Isn't this the guy from Zuixiaolou?" He suddenly realized it and cooperated. .

Brother Zhao cut two pieces of blood sausage and handed them over. Sun Dahu and Wang Xiaojiu looked at each other, gritted their teeth and started eating.

They had made big promises when they arrived, and when they saw the blood sausage, made from pig waste, they made a plan in an instant. Even if it tasted like shit, they would bite the bullet and swallow it, bragging about it without conscience, and with their Eloquence, you can fool people easily. You can talk dead and live, and live and talk dead. This thing, if you give them a cup of tea, you can blow it into a flower. The result, hey, don't say it, Pretty good.

Although the appearance of this thing is not very good, it looks like that, but the taste is quite good, tender and smooth, and the casing on the outside is very chewy, and the more you eat it, the more flavorful it becomes. It is really good.

After Sun Dahu finished eating, he said, "Brother Zhao, cut another one for me."

Seeing that they were enjoying the food, a passerby asked Brother Zhao to cut another one for me. After all, it was only three cents. I worked as a waiter at Zuixiao Restaurant. I had never eaten anything and I was still looking for blood sausage for so long, so it shouldn't be much different.

Gradually, people started to gather around.

Brother Zhao was so busy that he didn't even have time to collect the money. A small hand stretched out from behind the basket, followed closely by a milky sound.

"Uncle, three cents."

The big man took two steps forward and met a pair of big black eyes.

The kid looked quite cute. The big man smiled and said, "Hey, can you still collect money?" The

good boy nodded: "Yes~"

The big man was holding two blood sausages in his hand and biting one in his mouth. He asked with slurred speech: "Then how much should I give you?"

Without even thinking about it, the good boy said: "Nine cents."

"Oh, hey," the big man was shocked, and he couldn't swallow the words in his mouth. He was addicted to chewing the large intestine skin and praised him: "He is so smart! No wonder his head is so big."

"..." Fang Zichen walked towards him and happened to hear this sentence.

Why do you mean your head is so big? ?

He said this as if his son was a big-headed baby.

Although he had felt so before.

But it's excusable. Guaizi was too thin before. He didn't have a ton of flesh on his body, so his head looked a bit big, like an African refugee.

Much better now.

Many people gathered around the stall, but Fang Zichen did not come forward to help. He stood aside and looked at it. The blood sausage was delicious, had a good texture, and was soft. Some customers wanted to take it back and give it to the elderly at home to try, but the blood sausage was a bit oily. It's really inconvenient to hold it with dirty hands.

He thought for a while that he could go back to the mountains to chop some bamboo and get some bamboo sticks. When the time comes, he could cut the blood sausage and stick it in like a candied haws.

A basket of blood sausages was sold out in half an hour. Sun Dahu and Wang Xiaojiu retired: "Sister-in-law, let's go back first."

He was in his early twenties and older than Fang Zichen. He was called "sister-in-law". Lang Rang Zhao Geer was a little confused: "...Thank you."

"Why are you so polite!"

After the people left, Zhao Geer began to pack things.

The blood sausage is selling better than expected. I will make more tomorrow. I will go to the pork stall to buy some food later. I also want to buy peanuts. Aunt Liu's house is running out. He was thinking in his mind when he heard the sweet voice of the good boy.

"Father, why are you here?"

The good boy's head was covered in sweat. He was tired and hot. Fang Zichen felt distressed. He didn't think his mother was ugly, and he didn't think his son was dirty. He kissed the good boy between his eyebrows: " I miss you and your daddy."

The good boy touched his face and pouted: "The good boy also misses his father, and the good boy also wants to kiss his father!"

Brother Zhao put the things in order and asked with a smile: "In the store. "Aren't you busy?"

"You're busy!"

"Then why are you here?"

Fang Zichen picked up the boy and said, "I don't worry about you. I'm afraid that you won't be able to sell your things. I'm here to comfort you and show you what I have done. " Gentle and considerate."

Brother Zhao glared at him and raised his hand to help him push his slightly longer hair behind his ears: "No, he's not a child."

He also had to go shopping, and it was inconvenient to take the boy with him. Fang Zichen couldn't stay out for too long. After thinking about it, he decided to take Guaizi back to the store first, and then take him back after Brother Zhao had bought something.

Brother Zhao was slightly hesitant: "Is this okay? Does Shopkeeper Yang have any objections?"

Uncle Yang has a close relationship with him, so if he has any objections, Fang Zichen waved his hand: "It's okay, go hurry up!"

... ...

It was around one o'clock, after dinner, and there was no one in the store. As soon as Sun Dahu and Wang Xiaojiu came back, several dog friends gathered around them.

"Hey, hey, what did Brother Fang just ask you to do?"

"His husband is selling things over there on West Street." Sun Dahu pulled a stool and sat down. He had just come back from outside and was very thirsty. He poured himself out. Drinking a cup of tea: "Brother Fang asked me and Xiaojiu to go over and make a scene for his husband."

"Then have you met Mr. Fang?"

"Nonsense."

The dog friend next to him became excited: "Hey, hey, hey, Then tell me, brothers, what does his husband look like? Isn't he very handsome?"

Wang Xiaojiu interjected: "What does it matter to you whether he is beautiful or not? If he is beautiful, you still want to recruit Brother Fang. "

It can be pulled down," the dog friend said, "I can't dig it out. I'm just curious about whether that guy is so powerful that he can actually bring down Brother Fang." Someone

next to him said, "I'm curious too."

curious.

Fang Zichen is now the frontman of Zui Xiaolou. The boss of the pawn shop, Lu, used to come to the store to eat every ten and a half days. Now he runs here every day. He used to stay in the private room to dine, but this month he only sits in the lobby on the first floor. , said he was looking at Fang Zichen, looking at the meal.

Fang Zichen also advised him to eat less. Before, he looked like he was five months pregnant, but now he looked like he was about to give birth.

There were many customers coming in and out of the store, and many girls and boys expressed interest in Fang Zichen openly or covertly, but he ignored any of them.

Wang Xiaojiu and others were puzzled. There was a girl from the waiter's family in the town. Her family was considered a top wealthy family in Fu'an Town. They only had one girl in the family. Her eyes were like eyes and her nose was like nose. She was also pretty and pretty. If Fang Zichen agreed, That is, a pheasant flies up a branch and turns into a phoenix. From now on, you can count real money until your eyes are dazzled and your hands are cramped. That's all, Fang Zichen didn't say anything.

After staying together for a long time, he realized that he was already a husband and a son. .

Fang Zichen knew that they were gossiping about him, but he didn't pay much attention.

Handsome people are like this, attracting attention wherever they go, he is used to it.

Just like a celebrity, it's obviously none of their business, but fans want to know where such a handsome man fell into, who is that evil girl, and what does she look like?

Fang Zichen's eyes seemed to be on his forehead. They were very high and no one could look down on him. He kept saying "My husband is the best and I love him the most" every day. They heard it too much and they became curious.

Wang Xiaojiu thought for a while, but couldn't describe it with his dry vocabulary, so he copied Fang Zichen: "Well, Brother Zhao has big eyes, a round face, and a pink mouth. He's quite cute."

"Then what? "

"What then?"

"It's gone?"

"It's gone!" Wang Xiaojiu said.

Brother Zhao doesn't think he's good-looking, and he's not ugly either.

Anyway, he is good-looking, but not top-notch like Fang Zichen.

"I'm so envious of Brother Fang," a waiter said, lying on the table, "I'm eighteen, I have a husband and a son, and I still have to work for three taels of silver a month. I feel sad."

"I'm envious too." Sun Dahu said.

"You should be envious," Wang Xiaojiu said mercilessly: "I'm twenty-three, and I don't even have a wife yet."

Sun Dahu didn't like to hear this: "We had it before, didn't we get married and separated?"

Wang Xiaojiu despised him: " You still have the nerve to say that being cheated on is very honorable?"

Sun Dahu said distressedly: "Hey, don't you regret it now? If I had known that it was so difficult to marry a wife, I should have pretended not to know when I was cheated on, and it has ended up like this. I haven't asked for a wife in several years."

Several people nearby burst into laughter.

Fang Zichen happened to come in from the door with Guaizi in his arms. Wang Xiaojiu jumped over first: "Brother Fang, you're back."

"Yeah!" Fang Zichen was about to teach Guaizi how to call someone when shopkeeper Yang spoke first and his eyes fell on Guaizi. .

"Oh, what is this?"

"My son." Fang Zichen smiled and patted the little butt of the good boy: "Good boy, call me grandpa."

The good boy said crisply: "Hello, grandpa."

"Okay, okay," Yang The shopkeeper smiled and pinched the little boy's face. At his age, he had little resistance to children. He asked kindly: "How old is the boy?"

The boy raised three fingers: "Grandpa, the boy is three years old." "Bird."

Shopkeeper Yang: "..."

Shopkeeper Yang was a little shocked. He knew that Fang Zichen had a son. He originally thought that he was young, just eighteen years old, and the child was only one or two years old, but it turned out that he was young. Three years old?

Boy Fang can get someone pregnant at the age of fourteen?

It's really a generation of talented people. It's amazing. It's amazing.