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Chapter 71:

Guaizi is young, easy to coax and deceive.

At first he didn't want to say it, but Fang Zichen said: "Father wants to know, can't the good boy tell his father?"

The good boy looked up at Brother Zhao, then lowered his head: "...it can be sold for a few coins."

Brother Zhao Stunned.

Children all want toys and pocket money. Fang Zichen asked: "Do you want money?"

The good boy still doesn't know where he went wrong, but when Fang Zichen asked, he answered honestly.

"Hmm! I want to make some money to give to my father," he said a little confusedly. He was too young, his logic was not clear, and his expression ability was limited. He almost said whatever came to his mind.

"Father wants to study and spend money. Dad works hard and tiringly. The boy wants to earn money. With money, father doesn't have to work. He can accompany the boy and dad, and father can study hard. "I want to be a useful child."

"..." Fang Zichen couldn't speak for a moment.

Before time travel, you could know things all over the world that were far away from you with a palm-sized mobile phone.

He had read a post before, which said that an old man living alone in the countryside died at home for more than half a month without anyone noticing. It was not until the smell started that the neighbors noticed.

As soon as the news was reported, the old man's son was doxed and subjected to all sorts of insults online.

The last poster said that empty nesters and left-behind children have become the norm in this rural society.

As children, don't we all have a bad heart and don't know how to be filial to our parents?

Is it possible that they leave their children behind and leave their hometowns because they are stubborn and don't love their children?

When the elderly are old, it will be dangerous for them to stay at home. Children left at home will also miss their parents. Similarly, people who work outside will also miss their parents and children at home.

Who wants to leave their loved ones?

Who wants to leave their homeland?

Everything is just for money and to make a living.

He works in the town and leaves early and comes home late. He really doesn't have much time to spend with his children.

The good boy is only three years old. He should be carefree and like a little piggy. He only needs to eat, drink and sleep. But now, his child is so sensible that it makes people feel sour.

He failed to fulfill the responsibilities of a father at an age when his children needed companionship the most.

It was his dereliction of duty.

Eighteen years old is the age when self-awareness is strongest and self-centered. He can't say how he feels when he treats his good boy. He has never been a father. The word 'loving' is not something he can associate with, but this time But Er was extremely frightened, as if someone had grabbed his throat, suffocating him with despair.

Just think about it, if the good boy... is gone, he can go crazy and do anything.

Fang Zichen took a breath and was silent for a while. The heat in his eyes subsided, and then he touched Guaizi's little face and asked: "How did Guaizi know that this bug can be sold for money? Who told you?"

Guaizi carefully and carefully Glancing at Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao came over and squatted in front of him with Fang Zichen. His tone returned to normal: "It was Daddy's fault just now. Daddy shouldn't have yelled at you." It

was okay if he didn't coax him . The boy's tears fell down.

Brother Zhao wiped his tears and softened his voice: "Can you tell father and daddy?"

Guaizi has been with him since he was born and has never left him. How does he know that centipedes can be sold for money? Woolen cloth?

Brother Zhou and Aunt Liu would not tell their children such things.

There's something fishy about this.

The good boy sniffed and choked with sobs: "Tell me the old lady

who is a horse." He used to call Aunt Ma grandma, but Fang Zichen was not happy and said that when he saw Aunt Ma in the future, he would call Aunt Ma the old lady Ma.

Guaizi always remembers it.

"She said that the seller collects bugs and uses them to make wine. Each one can be sold for nine cents, and nine cents is a lot of money. The boy wanted to make a few cents, so he went to the mountains to look for it. He looked for it for a long time today. It took a lot of stones and rotten wood to find one." Guaizi said aggrievedly: "Dad, don't scold Guaizi."

He often went to the mountains to chop wood. It's not that he had never seen centipedes before, but he didn't know it at that time. This thing can be sold for money, and the centipede has many legs and can crawl very quickly. Brother Zhao said it would bite and asked him not to touch it. When we met again later, he behaved obediently and did not touch it.

When Aunt Ma said this, his eyes lit up and his heart beat fast.

He knows where there are many centipedes, and he also knows that centipedes love to stay under dark, damp rotten wood and rocks and on barren, damp thatched grass.

He is not afraid of going into the mountains alone.

Insects bite people, so they don't have to use their hands to catch them. They can use wooden sticks.

The good boy originally wanted to catch a few and save them, so that when the seller came, he could get some money from them and give his father a surprise.

The result... was indeed a surprise.

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Aunt Ma used to dislike Guaizi very much. She never wanted to say a word to him. She looked dirty even if she looked at him any more. The most disgusting words she said to Guaizi most were 'bastard, little bastard'.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

Brother Zhao's face darkened: "Why did she tell you this?"

Occasionally, there will be sellers in the village carrying things to sell, including some needlework, some dry goods, some chickens and ducks, and children's snacks, such as sugar and fried peanuts. class.

Children all want to eat sweets, and they all understand that if they want to eat sweets, they need money.

There will be bold people in the village who catch snakes, wild animals, and other things to sell, but they avoid children when doing these things, just for fear that the children will see them and follow suit.

Fang Zichen occasionally gave the good boy one or two pennies as a reward. Brother Zhao said that the child was still young, so why would he give him money? Fang Zichen laughed and said, "How can a man pick up girls and brothers if he doesn't have a penny or even a penny?" Son? '

Two days ago, a salesman came to the village at noon to sell things at the threshing floor. The good boy ran over and stood on tiptoe to look into the salesman's basket.

There were several children nearby dragging the adults over, clamoring to buy candies.

The maltose was cut into small pieces, the size of peanuts, and each piece cost a penny. The children made such a fuss that several parents bought it.

The good boy looked envious and stepped aside silently. He had a few pennies in his pocket, but he was not willing to buy it. Aunt Ma saw this and thought he had no money. Regardless of his struggle, she pulled him aside and whispered. : "Xiaoye, dear boy, do you have no money? Do you want to eat sweets and make money?"

Good boy wants to eat sweets, but he also wants to make money.

He doesn't have too many twists and turns in his mind, unlike adults.

Aunt Ma was not good to him before, she would hit him and scold him. Over the years, the obedient boy would be subconsciously afraid when facing Aunt Ma, but he never thought of anything else.

For example, why did Aunt Ma suddenly change her attitude towards him.

Why are you saying this to him.

Aunt Ma opened the medicinal wine she had just bought from the salesman, and a fishy and spicy smell wafted out instantly.

The good boy was choked to the point of vomiting.

Madam Ma's face changed, and she suppressed her anger. She pointed at the centipede soaked with a bunch of medicinal materials in the jar and asked him: "Do you know this thing?"

The boy nodded: "Yes."

"You can sell this for money." Aunt Ma said: "The salesman takes this for nine cents a piece. If I didn't have to work in the fields, I would also like to go to the mountains to catch it."

...

The good boy told the matter in detail, Brother Zhao He was shaking with anger.

Fang Zichen's chest heaved violently.

Damn it, it's the Ma family, it's the Ma family again.

He has calmed down a bit recently. He hasn't hit anyone for a long time, but those people are making trouble again, trying to stir up trouble on the other side's third young master. It's really boring.

Instead of teaching them a lesson, Fang Zichen simply changed his name to Fang Biosun.

He pursed his thin lips and suppressed the violent emotion that wanted to beat Madam Ma to paralysis. After calming down, he hugged the good boy and said seriously: "I used to call you little baby, you are a careful person, no. I'm not calling you funny, you are really my heart."

The boy's eyes were still red, with tears hanging on his raised eyelashes. He looked pitiful and aggrieved. Fang Zichen kissed him again and again, full of tears. With sourness and bitterness in his mouth, he said: "If you don't have a heart or a heart, you won't be able to live. From now on, don't do these dangerous things, okay? Centipedes are poisonous. If you are accidentally bitten..." "What do you want your father and dad to do?"

The good boy realized that he had made a mistake. Although he was only three years old, he could understand many things as long as he spoke carefully and slowly. He held Fang Zichen's face with his still thin hands and kissed him: "Father, don't be angry. The good boy knows that you are wrong. Catching bugs is dangerous. You will die. The good boy will not catch bugs anymore." He said again. Go kiss Brother Zhao and put your hands around his neck: "Kiss Daddy. Daddy won't be angry at the good boy anymore, okay?"

"Well, Daddy is not angry anymore." Brother Zhao suppressed it. Angry, he did not forget the last warning: "Don't do this next time, daddy will worry about you, you know!"

Good boy: "Yeah! Good boy, go to the west."

This matter seems to be over.

Fang Zichen didn't mention it again, nor did he carry a wooden stick and go to Ma's house to find trouble like before.

After being coaxed by him for a few words, the good boy became happy again, playing and running around with him all over the yard.

Brother Zhao couldn't swallow this breath. It didn't matter if the Ma family talked about him, scolded him, or even beat him, but they shouldn't touch his son.

Before Fang Zichen came, Guaizi was everything to him, his life, and his only sustenance amidst the constant beatings and insults from the Ma family. He was born after ten months of pregnancy and half of his life. He would fight anyone who touched his son.

That day, Brother Zhao came back from selling blood sausage. He was very hungry. He cooked something to eat and cleaned the yard. Fang Zichen was very hygienic. He had to take a bath every day, no matter whether he sweated or not. The men in the village were very particular about cleanliness. , there are also slovenly ones. When they come back tired from work, there are many people who just wash their feet and go to bed. They also change a lot of clothes after two or three days. Firstly, they are lazy, and secondly, the clothes will rot quickly if they are washed too much.

Fang Zichen only had three sets of clothes, and the ones he changed into yesterday had not been washed yet. Brother Zhao asked Guaizi to wait at home while he went to the river to wash the clothes. Halfway through the washing, Aunt Ma happened to come.

There was no one at the river at the moment, and the place for washing clothes was wide. She didn't go far, but washed next to Brother Zhao. There was a banging sound with the mallet, and water splashed all over Brother Zhao, and then she faced Zhao Brother as usual. My brother started to say some weird words about Sang and Huai. If it had been before, Brother Zhao might have pretended not to hear, or just replied a few words, but now he couldn't help it.

Or as Fang Zichen said: Offending a few people and making a few mistakes is actually not that terrible. Living a life of humiliation and fear is the most terrible thing.

For the injustice encountered, the weak chooses revenge, the strong chooses to forgive, and the wise chooses to ignore it. He does not belong to any one. He is not weak, nor strong, nor a wise man. He may take revenge, or he may choose to do so according to the situation. Ignore, or forgive.

Brother Zhao glanced at the river water splashed on his clothes and asked directly: "You deliberately induced my son to catch poisonous insects in the mountains, right?"

"Bitch, you don't want it. What a shame." Madam Ma's eyes wandered: "Hurry up and get out of here. It's bad luck to see you."

She felt guilty and spoke subconsciously.

Because of Fang Zichen's words, Ma Wen was not only embarrassed in front of the whole village, but also suffered a serious blow.

People in their twenties with little experience can easily maximize the setbacks they encounter in life. Brother Zhao ate well and was coaxed by Fang Zichen's sweet words, and his whole mental outlook changed a lot. He is no longer as taciturn and gloomy as before. Every time Ma Wen meets him, he sees him smiling. The better and gentler he is, the more uncomfortable Ma Wen is. He is depressed and can't work. Now, she lies in the house drinking every day, saying that she will marry him, but he refuses, saying that she only wants Brother Zhao. She keeps mumbling about going to find Brother Zhao even when she is drunk. Aunt Ma has nothing to do with Ma Wen.

In the past, when Ma Wen was promising, his second wife, Li, and his third wife, Sun, fawned over each other. Now, Ma Wen doesn't go to work and can't make any money. He drinks alcohol every day. The wine is made from grain, and the price of one kilogram is almost as high as the price of pork. He He drank several kilograms every day, thirty-four cents a day. If the money was used to buy meat, the whole family could eat it. Li and Sun felt that he was eating alone, and couldn't help it anymore, so they started to make all kinds of monsters. He said that the family didn't support anyone, he didn't go out to work, he didn't work on the land when he came back, he just lay around and pretended to be a young master every day, he didn't care about his fate, he just said whatever was unpleasant.

People in the village get married early and start seeing each other when they are fifteen or sixteen years old. Most of those who are single after 20 years old cannot find a wife.

Ma Wen liked Brother Zhao before. When Ma Dazhuang and Aunt Ma mentioned asking a matchmaker to help him introduce someone, he was confused. Aunt Ma and others didn't mention it again. Moreover, they also felt that Ma Wen was promising. It didn't matter if he didn't want a wife now, as long as There are many girls who have money and are older and want to get married. Now Ma Wen has lost his job. A few days ago, Aunt Ma went behind Ma Wen's back and went to a matchmaker to help her look. The matchmaker introduced a few, but none of them Well, those girls thought Ma Wen was too old and their family was noisy and had a bad reputation, so they didn't want to marry him.

The matchmaker told her tactfully that it was easy to find a second-married widow at Ma Wen's age, but it would be very difficult to find a young girl aged fifteen or sixteen unless the bride price was generous.

Aunt Ma wants to have a grandson and also wants to marry a clean girl for her son.

She loved her son, and that was the only son she had. Ma Wen was the best in her eyes. Not to mention a little girl of fifteen or sixteen, he was worthy of even an immortal. A widow who was married for the second time, bah, who are you going to bury?

Ma Wen was drunk and dreaming every day. Aunt Ma was so angry that she couldn't bear to get angry at her son, so she turned her anger on Brother Zhao.

I think he is a vixen and a disaster.

She was a little scared when she came back from what she said to the good boy at that time, but when she saw that Fang Zichen never came to her door, she was no longer scared.

Brother Zhao smiled, pinched her seven inches, and hit her on the vital door: "I am a bitch? Then who is your son? He wanted to kneel down for me! He also said that as long as I go back with him, he can Separate the family and move out by yourself."

Aunt Ma yelled, "That's impossible!"

Brother Zhao said sarcastically, "What's impossible? You're so pitiful. One of the two children you gave birth to was drowned. Now, I don't want you. Are you pitiful?"

These words aroused Aunt Ma. She threw down the laundry stick and rushed towards Brother Zhao like a mad dog. She slapped him on the face: "Bitch, shut up, shut up."

Brother Zhao was unprepared at first and was pinned under her. But when he realized it, he showed no mercy and kicked her in the stomach. beat.

Although he is a brother and is not as strong as a man, he is still stronger than a woman.

His anger for many days was vented, and his eyes turned red.

Aunt Ma was in pain from being beaten, and she felt like vomiting. Her stomach seemed to be turned upside down, and she was punched one after another, hitting her flesh.

Her way of fighting a woman was either pinching or pulling her hair and clothes. In addition to the slap she received when she didn't react, Brother Zhao had a few more scratches on his neck.

After fighting for a while, someone shouted and ran over, trying to break up the fight.

They were separated. Aunt Ma was holding her stomach and could hardly stand still. She could only stare at Brother Zhao bitterly.

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There were many people standing next to him, including Brother Zhou.

"You bitch." Aunt Ma was so angry that she ran away from home: "You beat me like this, you have to send me to see a doctor and pay the money, otherwise this matter will never be over."

"Bah," Brother Zhou said . Knowing the cause of the matter, he first defended him: "Where are you injured? Do you still want to see the doctor for compensation? Some people are not very good-looking, but they think they are quite beautiful. They are as fat as a pig. I also said you crushed Brother Zhao." You're here! Pay the money."

"That's right," someone couldn't see it. "Look, Brother Zhao, your face is swollen and the corners of your mouth are bleeding. Where are you injured?

" ..." Madam Ma was beaten all over her stomach, but she couldn't take off her clothes in public: "I was really beaten by him."

No one believed it.

Aunt Ma was cursing, and all the things that came out of her mouth were human organs. Brother Zhou couldn't stand it anymore, so he helped Brother Zhao get his clothes and helped him go home. He didn't want to have to deal with Aunt Ma, because the price had really dropped.

Aunt Ma refused to let Brother Zhao go and wanted to pull him, but was stopped.

"Ma's family, you are so brave. He is Fang Zichen's husband! Are you afraid of being beaten by Fang Zichen? Or what? Your family just bought a new dining table and you are drifting away?"

These words are like a bucket of cold water. The head splashed down, calmed down, and returned home rationally.

A scene of Fang Zichen smashing her dining table into pieces with a wooden stick flashed through Madam Ma's mind unconsciously.

The whole person suddenly trembled and became numb.

Did she just...have her mind become confused? Why did she start a fight with Brother Zhao?

Brother Zhao is not scary, but Fang Zichen is scary!

"You, you, have Ansheng lived enough? Now that you've beaten someone, go back and wash your neck and wait for Fang Zichen to come to your house!"

Her face was pale and trembling, and she was inevitably a little pitiful. Someone kindly gave her an idea: "From the Ma family, why don't you go back to your parents' house and hide!"

As soon as he said this, someone next to him said, "You can hide from the first grade of junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth grade."

Aunt Ma: "... "

Liu Lezi stood up limping and gave some kind advice: "It's okay, the worst thing you can do is get beaten up. Speaking from experience, I tell you, you'd better go to the town in advance to buy some bruise medicine and go back to wash it. Take a shower or something, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of bed for more than half a month. The plaster bought at the medical clinic on West Street is good. You can buy some and try it. It's cheap and easy to use. "

"What do you want me to do? "Xin, I bought medicinal wine from the seller last time and prepared it already. Otherwise, would you dare to do it today?"

Aunt Ma: "..."

When

Fang Zichen came home from work, he found something in the yard. In the chaos, Brother Zhao was lighting a fire under the kitchen stove, and the rice was still simmering in the pot. When he saw that he was back, he did not join in as usual. Instead, he lowered his head and said a little evasively: "You are back." ! The rice isn't ready yet. You go inside and wait. It's very

hot here. There's only one pot at home. Brother Zhao would cook the rice early and cook it as soon as he comes back. The rice hadn't been cooked yet. Fang Zichen felt something was wrong and looked at him for a few seconds. Brother Zhao wanted to avoid his gaze, but after a while, Fang Zichen grabbed his chin and raised his head half way:

"What's wrong with your face?" "Been beaten?"

"No," Brother Zhao made a bad excuse: "

You fell by accident." Fang Zichen let go of his chin and looked around. He went to the corner and pulled out a branch as big as his thumb from the firewood pile, and knocked it on his palm in a threatening manner: "Be honest, or else you will be served by the family law!"

Brother Zhao was stunned: "The family law?"

"Yeah!" Fang Zichen said: "Anyone who lies will be spanked. The spankings are not many, just thirty spanks. However," he glanced up and down at Brother Zhao's thin and thin body, clicked his tongue and shook his head: "For your small body, thirty spanks are enough." , The skin will be torn and the blood will flow like a river."

Hearing this, Brother Zhao shivered subconsciously.

He didn't know what it meant to be beaten with a wooden stick, but he had experienced the feeling of being beaten with a wooden stick.

He also knew that Fang Zichen was just scaring him, but looking at the wooden root in his hand, the fear was still with him.

"...It was Mrs. Ma who beat her." Brother Zhao said immediately.

"Did that shrew of the Ma family hit you?" Fang Zichen frowned and his face turned ugly: "Why did she hit you?"

Brother Zhao was like a child who had made a mistake. Under the eager gaze of his parents holding a wooden stick, he lowered his head. He kept his head and confessed honestly: "We had a dispute, and I couldn't get angry, so we started fighting."

Brother Zhao is not a submissive person. When he was beaten at Ma's house, he didn't resist. That's because he clearly knew , the consequences of resistance are more serious.

Poverty limits people's kindness.

He was bought back to be the child foster carer of the Ma family. The Ma family can treat him however they want. When he is scolded and beaten severely, there are people in the village who can't stand it and will give the Ma family a few words of advice, but no matter how much they say, The goodwill is gone.

'Oh, you can't see it! Then take him back to raise him! Give him two mouthfuls of food."

With one sentence, everyone can be persuaded to retreat.

He didn't resist in the Ma family, but now they are no longer in the Ma family, and if Aunt Ma dares to have bad ideas about the good boy, it is no different than killing him.

The reason why Aunt Ma was able to slap him in the face at noon was because he was completely unprepared.

When Fang Zichen heard this, his face became extremely gloomy. He wanted to kill his son first and beat his husband second. The old and new hatreds were added together, and he felt like the fire was burning in his throat.

The Ma family is really too arrogant. I've been beaten twice by him, and I still don't have a long memory.

No one had ever provoked him, Third Young Master Fang, and those who had provoked him could escape unscathed.

"Damn it," Fang Zichen threw the wooden stick in his hand and said to Brother Zhao, "Does it hurt? Bear with it for now. I will vent your anger in a few days."

Brother Zhao said "hmm" in his heart I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

When he was wronged and beaten and scolded in Ma's house before, Ma Wen often said this to him, telling him to endure it.

So he endured it. What else could he do if he couldn't bear it?

Ma Wen kept saying that he liked him, but when he was wronged, he never stood up for him. He would only persuade him to endure it. He also never thought about asking Ma Wen to do anything for him. Fang Zichen was his husband, and he He hoped that Fang Zichen would vent his anger for him after knowing that he had been wronged.

In fact, Fang Zichen didn't need to do anything. Just a few words of following him to fight against Aunt Ma with the same enemy, he felt relieved in his heart.

It was clear that Liu Leizi tried to bully him before, but failed. Fang Zichen even called on him, but now Fang Zichen actually asked him to be patient. Brother Zhao was a little confused.

The good boy came back from digging for earthworms and found the injury on Brother Zhao's face. He hugged Brother Zhao's calf and asked with wrinkled features: "Daddy, does it hurt?"

Brother Zhao leaned down and touched his head. : "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Does the old lady want to beat you?" asked the boy. He said firmly. Before Brother Zhao could reply, he clenched his fists and said angrily: "Old lady Ma is a bad guy. Bad guys need to be beaten. When I grow up, I will take care of her and give her to daddy." Revenge."

Fang Zichen interrupted with a smile: "How are you going to deal with this?"

The good boy thought for a while, puffed out his little chest, and said: "When I grow up, the old lady Ma will be old and she will have to walk with a cane. I will go and grab her crutches and put her on crutches." Break it and throw it away and let her crawl back."

Brother Zhao looked at Fang Zichen subconsciously after hearing this, thinking that the good boy must have been influenced by Fang Zichen for saying such things.

A few months ago, when the Ma family was having trouble, Fang Zichen snatched Uncle Ma's crutch and broke it. In the end, Uncle Ma was helped back by his wives.

Brother Zhao said nothing, but the condemnation in his eyes was so obvious that Fang Zichen just felt that it was over.

Fortunately, I didn't see the good boy when I beat Liu Lezi last time.

In the future, if you fight or do bad things, you should stay away from children.

In the next few days, Fang Zi went out early in the morning and came back late. When he came back, he was banging on a pile of earthen pots. He didn't know what he was doing, so he played with Guaizi and asked him to learn new words.

The good boy is quite smart. He takes the time to teach him every day and has now learned several hundred words. This makes Fang Zichen extremely proud and feels that he has taught him well.

Fang Zichen's family had no land, so when Brother Zhou's family was harvesting corn, Brother Zhao came back from selling blood sausages and would carry his boy to help after dinner.

Fang Zichen happened to have a rest and followed him.

In ancient times, poor people relied on brute strength to do almost anything. Uncle Liu's land was far away from home. He was lame, so he carried corn back. It was not easy to go back and forth. Fang Zichen didn't know how to harvest corn, and compared to his brother, He was more delicate, so he was willing to learn it. This was also an easy job to get started with, but as soon as he started doing it, his neck became red, swollen and itchy due to grass clippings and dust. Fang Zichen felt extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to scratch but was stopped by Brother Zhao.

"Just wash it with water and it'll be fine." Brother Zhao dipped his hands in water and wiped his neck: "Don't scratch, it will break the skin."

"But it's so itchy!"

Brother Zhao thought for a while and helped him with his nails. Pressing, this can relieve the itching and will not break the skin: "Would this be better?"

"Yeah!"

Fang Zichen felt comfortable now. He sat on the corn stalk leaning against Brother Zhao, his face burned by the sun. Two small blushes appeared, with a face like a peach blossom and a face like jade. Guaizi and Liuliu were breaking corn not far away. Aunt Liu and Brother Zhou didn't pay attention to this. Brother Zhao was fascinated by his appearance. Suddenly she lowered her head and kissed him gently.

He was rarely like this. Except at home, Brother Zhao was very reserved and shy outside. Fang Zichen sat up straight and was stunned. He looked at Brother Zhao and saw clearly the desire in his bright eyes. When talking to Admiration, the whole person exploded.

Damn, this little guy is so flirty.

He leaned close to Brother Zhao's ear, lowered his voice and said: "In broad daylight, in front of so many people, how dare you tease me like this, you stinky scoundrel, shameless! I have lost my innocence, Zhao Guoguo , you have to be responsible for others!"

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Brother Zhao was amused by him and laughed, his eyes bright.

"Okay..." Just as he was about to speak, Brother Zhou and Aunt Liu came over. Seeing that his exposed skin was red and swollen, they persuaded him to go back.

Although Fang Zichen is a man, looking at his white and tender face with slender and slender fingers, you can tell that this man was probably coddled and raised at home when he was not living in Xiaohe Village. If he can come and has this kind of heart, they Already satisfied.

Fang Zichen reached out and touched Brother Zhao's back and pinched him. Seeing that his brows were furrowed, he said happily: "Then let me help Uncle Liu pick the corn back!"

He was very strong, and Uncle Liu's legs were still weak. Haoquan, limping, not to mention walking, just looking at it is difficult. The corn has been gathered, if you don't carry it back and leave it in the field, unless someone is keeping watch at night, it will definitely be stolen. Aunt Liu nodded: " That's okay."

Fang Zichen was not used to holding a shoulder pole, and it hurt to bear the burden on his shoulders. He directly put two large bags of corn under his left and right armpits and walked down the mountain with a light and vigorous pace.

Aunt Liu looked at it for a while, laughed, and said, "I said before that he carried big bags at the dock and earned dozens of pennies a day. I was thinking of exaggerating, but I didn't expect that even though Fang Xiaofang looked a little thinner, That strength is really strong." She looked at Brother Zhao and said sincerely, "You finally made it through."

When Uncle Liu was carrying the corn, he saw that Fang Zichen's face was not red and he was out of breath. Come over.

"You boy, you are so energetic!" Uncle Liu praised him.

Fang Zichen was not modest at all: "It's not a big deal. If there weren't too many bags to carry, I could carry four bags at a time."

He made two trips back and forth, his figure walking back and forth on the field ridges. It was a particularly beautiful scenery. Farming is busy now, and the fields are better than those in the village. It was even more lively, and many people saw it.

Many guys and girls were secretly eyeing him. The men were thick-skinned and didn't have so many scruples, so they stared openly and openly.

An old man said to the people working in the field: "This guy is really nice and warm-hearted. Last time he came back from work and saw me carrying firewood, he came up to help me and carried it all the way to my house. Just go back."

The man stopped, glanced at Fang Zichen, and said, "You can tell from his appearance that this guy is a good guy and has a lot of potential, and he is better than Scholar Wang from Xiaorong Village."

Everything is inferior these days, except for studying . Gao, when I heard him talking about Scholar Wang, his tone was not very good. The old man said: "Then why did Scholar Wang cheat on you?"

The man curled his lips: "Last year, I went to the market, and it rained on the way. I happened to meet the village chief, and he When I came back from his ox cart, Shusheng Wang was also on the car. "The people on the left side of the ox cart were all men and women, and the people on the right side were all men. He sat next to Wang Shusheng, a man from the village who couldn't read. One of them was in awe of scholars, and he was not familiar with them, so he didn't get too close. But as soon as he sat down, Scholar Wang looked over with a frown on his face. After scanning him up and down, he stood up and followed him inside. The man changed positions.

What he did was truly insulting.

Some of the men in their village are slovenly, but no matter how slovenly they are, they still know how to look good and will still clean themselves up when going to the market. Why does Wang Shusheng dislike him?

He's not dirty either!

"I heard someone said that when he was a child, he went to study at the old scholar in the town. He took the exam eight or nine times. So far, he has not even passed the exam. I don't know why he looks down on others. Boy Fang is much better than him. "You can't say that, "

the old man said: "Students are more particular. Although Fang Xiaozi is good and knows some words, he can't compare with those serious scholars who are going to take the imperial examination!"

Someone next to him also chimed in: "Yes, yes, no matter how good Mr. Fang is, he still works for others. It's different for Mr. Wang. If he passes the exam in the future, he will become an official and honor his ancestors."

"Tsk, Guang Guang I don't know whether he is proud of his ancestors or not. I heard that his family has sold several acres of land to support his education. His father was born in the same year as me. Looking at it now, hey, he is at least twenty years older than me. , skinny and skinny as a monkey, I don't know what to do."

"It's a bit hard now, but if Mr. Wang can really stand up, he will be able to explain to his ancestors when he dies."

"You are stupid . Well! Your ancestors will become ghosts after they die and wait for you to report to them?"

They had a heated discussion and agreed that no matter how good Fang Zichen was, he couldn't compare to Wang Shusheng, but when they found out that Fang Zichen had found the village chief, When Liu Daleng and others recommended that he should take the Tongsheng examination, his eyes almost popped out.

Xiaohe Village became lively again because of this incident.

Farmers are busiest every year in mid-August. The corn harvest is over and it's time to harvest the crops in the fields.

Although Xiaohe Village belongs to southern Daxia, rice can only be grown once a year. For example, in Puxiazhou, rice can be grown twice a year. Therefore, the living conditions of the people there are better.

There is a lot of rain in summer, so when the rice is ripe, you have to harvest it as soon as possible, otherwise it will be eaten by mice and birds. On the other hand, you are afraid of strong winds and heavy rain, and the rice will rot if it is poured into water.

Every household has a yard. Because it is a dirt ground, it is not easy to dry it directly. Many people will use bamboo to weave a large mat and spread it in the yard. This will make it much more convenient to dry or harvest the rice.

Uncle Liu's family only had a palm-sized rice field, so Brother Zhao didn't go to help.

Ma's yard is not big enough, and his family has plenty of water and land. Except for Ma Dazhuang, who is diligent, Ma Laoer and Ma Laosan are all lazy. This year, there is no longer Zhao Geer in the fields to serve him like an old scalper all day long, and the rice is growing. The harvest was not very good. Usually there were more than a dozen bags taken back, but this year there were only nine bags. They were still not sieved and mixed with straw poles. In the morning, Sanluoli pulled a mat outside the courtyard to dry the rice. After a day of drying, most of the water was dried. , the amount of rice has also decreased a lot.

In the era without technology, pesticides, and chemical fertilizers, rice yields were very low. The white-flowered rice was considered a precious commodity to the villagers. After the crops were taken back, they were generally reluctant to eat them. Except for the part that had to be turned over to the government, the rest was large. Most people would choose to sell it in the town, and then exchange it for cheaper old grain or brown rice to eat back.

Although coarse grains are unpalatable, they are cheap. One pound of rice can be exchanged for several kilograms of coarse grains. If they do not change, the family will eat only rice in two or three months, and they will not be hungry for the next eight or nine months.

In previous years, the Ma family could earn several taels just from selling rice. This year, I'm afraid they won't have much left after paying the taxes. If they all exchange it for coarse grains, it won't be enough to eat.

They were cursing at the same time, and when they saw Fang Zichen leading the obedient boy over, they immediately stopped talking. Aunt Ma was afraid that he was here to stand up for Brother Zhao, so she was terrified for several days. Then she suddenly saw him, as if he was being chased by a vicious dog, and threw away the dustpan and rushed back into the house.

The rice splashed all over the ground, and the road outside was full of sand and gravel. She could only pick it up one by one later. If she left it alone for a second, Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Li might grab the handle and attack her, but no one would do it right now. Don't pay attention to this.

Sun asked timidly: "He, he didn't hear us scolding Brother Zhao just now?"

Fang Zichen stopped not far from them and had no intention of coming over. Li said: "Probably not."

Fang Zichen Seeing them busy, like treacherous villains, they laughed insidiously.

It seemed that he was simply full, so he took the boy for a walk, and then went home with a smile.

...

It was almost noon when the blood sausages were sold out today. Brother Zhao led Guaizi to the drug store. Cinnamon bark and star anise were Chinese medicinal materials. He went to the grocery store to buy them yesterday. He didn't buy any. He went back to follow As soon as Fang Zichen said it, Fang Zichen told him to go to the drug store to buy it.

Star anise, cinnamon and these are not expensive, because they are just for trial use, so Brother Zhao bought nine taels, which was almost thirty yuan.

I bought rapeseed oil yesterday. When I got home, the father and son didn't have time to sit down for a while, drank some water, and got busy again.

The pepper stems have to be removed, the bad peppers are picked out, the peppers are washed, and the coriander is washed. Brother Zhao starts to chop the peppers, and the obedient boy sits on the door fence and helps him peel the garlic.

The garlic also needs to be minced, and I will be busy until the afternoon before all the preliminary work is ready.

Clean the pot, pour in the oil, and when the oil is hot, add the peppercorns, peppercorns, fennel, star anise, coriander and other ingredients.

Just after turning it twice, a special smell began to waft out. The boy sniffed and looked into the pot with his feet up: "Daddy, it smells so good."

"Don't get too close, be careful not to get burned by the hot oil. " It's splashed." The ingredients were fried slowly, and Brother Zhao told his assistant: "Help Dad light up the fire."

"

Brother Zhao has never read a book, but his brain is very good. It's also because he has to do a lot of work in the kitchen. Brother Zhao is very good at cooking. As long as Fang Zichen tells him, he can cook it almost exactly.

After the spices are fried and dried, take them out, pour the hot oil on the chili sauce several times, stir evenly, then add some salt, sugar and vinegar, and you're done.

The kitchen was filled with a fragrant and spicy smell that spread far and wide. People passing by couldn't help but stop and swallow.

"Brother Zhao, what are you cooking? Why does it taste so fragrant!"

"I don't know! Stir-fried meat and fried oil are not so fragrant."

"The smell is so delicious!"

More and more people smelled it When Wei came over, a few of them really couldn't bear it and wanted to ask, but thinking about it, Brother Zhao was the only one at home at the moment, so it might not be convenient for them to go.

Brother Zhao dipped his chopsticks in some hot sauce, and as soon as he put it in his mouth, a spicy and fragrant taste exploded in his mouth, and his big eyes suddenly lit up.

The good boy yelled anxiously: "Daddy, does it taste good? The good boy wants to eat it too."

Brother Zhao gave him a little.

"Wow..." The good boy's eyes widened, like two bells: "It's delicious, fragrant and fragrant."

He can eat spicy food, but Brother Zhao is afraid that he will have a stomachache if he eats too much, so he doesn't. I gave him too much food, and the good boy tasted it. Although he still wanted to eat, Brother Zhao didn't give it to him, so he didn't make a fuss and said, "Let's cover it up and leave it for father to eat."

Brother Zhao: "Yeah!" It was so delicious, no wonder Fang Zichen couldn't forget it.

There was a lot of noise outside. When he came out, he saw a circle of people standing outside, including men and women, old and young. They were all stunned.

Chapter 75

"Brother Zhao, what did you just cook!"

"Ah?" Brother Zhao realized that the hot sauce was delicious, and he wanted to sell it for money! It was impossible to tell the truth, so he said: "My husband bought some food from the restaurant yesterday. He just warmed it up and ate it."

"Oh! That's it."

Everyone believed it and felt that the food cooked in this big restaurant was really good. It's just different. This time the pot is so fragrant that half the village smells it. No wonder those big men would rather wait in line and spend a lot of money to eat in a restaurant.

After tricking the man away, Brother Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. It was not too late now. He asked the boy to look after the house while he went to the mountains to chop some firewood.

The boiled blood sausage was very useless. Xiaofeng would give him a bundle every now and then, but it wasn't enough.

It will be cold in more than a month, so you need to prepare firewood. In addition to the usual cooking materials, it is very cold here in winter. If you have money, you can buy some charcoal, but charcoal is expensive, so there are many. It is only used by wealthy people. People in the village use firewood for heating. Although firewood is smokey and can choke people, it does not cost money. As long as you are diligent and willing to put in the effort to chop it back from the mountain.

Everyone is busy with things in the fields right now. It's a good time to take advantage of this time to cut more firewood and come back. Otherwise, everyone will be done with their work by then and start going up the mountain to cut firewood for the winter. With more people, competition will increase, so we will have to go farther away. cut.

Just as we reached the foot of Nanshan Mountain, we heard a faint groan of pain from the front.

Brother Zhao stopped and took a look, only to see a brother lying on the corn stalks with a big belly in the corn field.

This man, Brother Zhao, was quite impressive, because when he went to Liu Daleng's house to have dinner, Fang Zichen stared at him for a long time.

This is Angkor's son from the bricklayer's family. He just married in from another village three years ago. He is a very gentle, hardworking, and good-tempered person. Occasionally, I would meet him on the road and say hello to him.

When we were working together at the Liu family, Brother Zhao asked him how many months it had been, and Brother Wu said it had been more than nine months. Now, looking at the situation... I am afraid that he is about to give birth.

Brother Zhao ran over and saw that Brother Ang's face was pale, his eyes were dull, his hair was messy, he was sweating, and his lower body was wet with blood. It was obvious that his amniotic fluid had broken.

There was no one around, and Brother Ang had been lying on the ground for a long time. When he saw him now, it was as if he saw a life-saving straw. He stretched out his hand towards Brother Zhao, his breath was dying, and he couldn't say a word: "Brother Zhao...er , please, please, help... help me. "

"Don't be afraid," Brother Zhao squatted next to him and comforted: "I'm going to find someone to help."

He stood up to leave, and was gently grabbed by the corner of his clothes. Stay, Angkor shook his head, with tears in his eyes: "Come, it's too late."

This place is far from the village, and I don't know how much time is wasted going back and forth. Moreover, the people in the village are 'fastidious' and think that girls and boys are born. Baby, that blood band is unlucky. His boss went to another village to sell goods. Now I am afraid that no man is willing to take him back. The amniotic water has broken. If the child is not born, he may die in his belly.

"Then what should we do?" This was the first time Brother Zhao encountered such a thing, and he panicked. Although he had given birth to a child before, he was still a blind cat meeting a dead mouse at that time. He narrowly escaped death and asked him to deliver babies to others. That was Absolutely not.

There were bursts of tearing pain in his lower body, and Angkor didn't know what to do. At this moment, he was at a loss, frightened and panicked, and just wanted to have someone by his side.

Brother Zhao was so anxious that he couldn't do anything except wiping the sweat of Angkor and comforting him.

As time passed by, Brother Wu hugged his belly and cried, his eyes full of reluctance: "Child, my child..."

Brother Zhao's eyes were sore, he understood. He feels this way.

When he was lying in the woodshed and the child could not be born, his first thought was not that he was afraid of death, but that he was worried about the child.

In the tenth month of pregnancy, when the baby moves or kicks, he will have a strong feeling of blood connection.

Children, in a sense, are actually half their lives.

...

"Brother Zhao?" Fang Zichen's voice suddenly came.

Brother Zhao turned around sharply: "Husband?"

His voice was shaking badly, something was wrong. Fang Zichen ran over and saw Brother Wu, and he realized: "Is this about to give birth?"

"Yes!" Brother Zhao nodded. .

Seeing a large pool of blood on the ground, Fang Zichen said loudly: "Then you're still stunned, hurry up and call 120!"

Brother Zhao: "..."

After Fang Zichen said it, he realized that he had made a mistake. There is no such thing here. 120: "What are you looking for, oh, the midwife!"

"You take Brother Ang back, and I'll call the midwife." Zhao Brother pulled out his legs and ran away.

Fang Zichen was careless and careless, not so 'fastidious'. At this moment, he didn't have time to think too much, he picked up Angkor'er and rushed towards the village.

When I arrived in the village, I met some women. As soon as they saw Angkor's situation, they understood and immediately followed him, fearing that he didn't know where Angkor's home was, so they gave him directions.

There was an old mother-in-law in Angkor's house, and her husband went to the village every day to sell earthenware pots. As soon as he put Angkor down, Zhao Ge came with the midwife.

A woman spontaneously went into the kitchen to help boil hot water. There were deep screams of pain, and basin after basin of bloody water was brought out. Fang Zichen was frightened. He had never seen such an array. Fighting, he poked Brother Zhao: "... Let's go back!"

Brother Zhao was not at ease: "Wait for a while, okay."

Seeing that he and Brother Zhao didn't look good, as if they were being beaten . Frightened, someone comforted him: "It's okay, it's like this even when giving birth."

Fang Zichen blinked and said, "Why is he still working in the fields when his belly is so big?"

His words seemed funny. , the woman laughed: "Hey, farmers, except for those who really can't get out of bed, who can't go to work? It's just a pregnancy, it's nothing. Most of them are halfway through the work, and the amniotic fluid suddenly breaks. Go into the ditch, give birth to the baby, come out and continue working."

Fang Zichen: "..."

The woman continued: "You are young and inexperienced, and it will be more difficult for you to give birth to your first child. You will have more babies in the future. The baby will just pop down."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Hey, can you not make such a sacred and serious thing as giving birth to a child as easy as taking a dump?

If this doesn't work well, it could cost someone's life.

Before the baby was born, Angkor's son lost strength. The midwives came out and shouted, asking them to cook something to eat.

Angkor's mother-in-law tremblingly walked to the kitchen, worked for a long time, and cooked half a bowl of multi-grain porridge.

The midwife only thought that she was someone who treated her daughter-in-law harshly, and she immediately lost her good looks.

"Hey, you old woman, Brother Ren is lying in there, risking half his life to give your family a grandson, you're going to deduct it like this?"

Angkor's mother-in-law said in a panic: "No, there is no food at home. , that's all."

The Wu family was living a miserable life. Brother Zhao remembered that he still had some brown sugar at home, so he ordered Fang Zichen to run back and get it.

"..."

Fang Zichen was helpless. Someone else's husband was giving birth to a child, and he, who had nothing to do with it, was running around so much that he was extremely busy.

Brown sugar is not cheap. Seeing him bring a large piece to Brother Zhao, several women smacked their lips.

I begged you, this is really generous. Such a big piece of brown sugar costs more than 20 cents, so I gave it to you.

If it were them, they would be reluctant to part with it!

However, if you think about it, you can understand that with three taels of silver a month, they may not look down on such a small amount of money. Unlike themselves, who can't make much money throughout the year, so they can't wait to break a penny into two penny.

Brother Zhao asked him to get it, so he went to get it. It can be seen that this boy Fang is also obedient to his wife. Several people with daughters at home looked at Fang Zichen with even more intense eyes. If their daughter married Fang Zichen, Then... Fang Xiaozi has no father or mother, so he will not be able to honor them when the time comes?

Angkor's mother-in-law took the brown sugar and thanked Brother Zhao profusely.

After drinking the brown sugar water, it didn't take long for Angkor to feel energetic, and soon a child's cry came from the room.

"It's born, it's born."

The midwife came out with the child in her arms. She was a woman from the next village, and the whole yard was full of women. She was just a man like Fang Zichen. She only thought that the child was his, so she hugged him specially and said nice words to please Qian: " You are so lucky, little man! Your first child is a son. Look at his features. He looks so handsome, just like you."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Fang Zichen: "...

He stepped back repeatedly and shook his head: "This child is not mine!" "

Does he still look like me? "

You're so fucking capable of telling lies.

He just took a look at the child. He was wrinkled and red, with a few sparse hairs on his head, and his eyes were swollen and unable to open. He looked like a hairless monkey. How did he look like him? ?

He probably wasn't even that angry if he said he looked like Liu Lezi.

The midwives were stunned: "Huh?"

Several women suddenly laughed.

Now that he was fine, Fang Zichen took Brother Zhao back. On the way, he was full of emotions and said to Brother Zhao: "Brother Zhao, it's been hard for you!"

Brother Zhao looked at him.

Fang Zichen said sincerely: "Not only do you have to be suppressed, but you also have to give birth to a child. It's so painful. Hey, it's not easy. It's not easy, but it's also great."

"..." Brother Zhao is covered in black clouds He raised the topic and changed the topic: "Why are you back so early today?"

Fang Zichen went to hold his hand and gently rubbed his thumb on the back of his hand: "My boss is back. He invited someone to dinner, but he didn't welcome the guests."

"Oh . !" Brother Zhao laughed: "Let's go home quickly! I have a surprise for you."

When he got home, Fang Zichen was really happy when he saw Hot Sauce. Seeing him like this, Brother Zhao felt inexplicably satisfied.

Making hot sauce was time-consuming and laborious, and his hands were sore when chopping the peppers and garlic, but at this moment, he felt that just liking Fang Zichen and making him happy, no matter how hard and tiring it was, was worth it.

I cooked the noodles in the evening. Brother Zhao rolled out thin and long noodles. When the noodles were cooked, pour on the bone soup, add a few green vegetables, a little green onion, a fried egg, fried minced meat, a spoonful of pickled beans, and a little soy sauce. , and some more hot sauce, how delicious it is~ Fang Zichen drank three bowls by himself, and was extremely satisfied.

The good boy also likes to eat like this. After eating a full bowl, his belly is bulging, and he wants to have another bowl. Children are often full and their eyes are not full, and they have no idea. In the past, at Ma's house, they made delicious food during the New Year and holidays. , Ma Xiaoshun and the others always ate vigorously. They were greedy when they were full, and vomited out when they were overstuffed. There was still half a bowl of noodles in the pot, but Brother Zhao refused to give him a bowl, saying that he was not full yet.

When the good boy heard this, he immediately said: "Well, if you don't eat too much, good boy, give it to daddy."

The father and son finished eating first and came outside. The good boy hugged Fang Zichen's neck and reported in a low voice on 'work', saying that today When he went outside Ma's house, he found that Ma's rice was already drying.

"Really!" Fang Zichen raised his eyebrows.

Chapter 76:

As soon as the sun went down, Aunt Ma, Li and Sun collected the millet and moved it into the house.

Fang Zichen asked Brother Zhao before. Brother Zhao said that rice grains are small and do not need to be dried for a long time like corn. Millet usually needs to be dried for four or five days. It rained two days ago. Counting this week, it is time to dry. alright.

In the evening, Fang Zichen sat in the yard after taking a shower. He kept his head raised. The good boy sat at his feet with a low stool and imitated him. Hope's neck was sore and he didn't see anything good. He was so crowded that Fang Zichen stood between his legs and asked, "Father, are you looking at Simo?"

"Looking at the sky." Fang Zichen said.

The good boy tilted his big head: "What's the matter of celestial phenomena?"

Fang Zichen rubbed his sore neck, trying to fool his son into not being soft-spoken: "You are still young, this matter is profound, and you don't even understand it."

Brother Zhao After washing my feet, I came over with a stool. The room was very stuffy, so I wanted to follow them to enjoy the coolness. Unexpectedly, after sitting for a while, Fang Zichen pulled me back into the room: "Go to bed early tonight."

Zhao said . Brother just thought he was sleepy, and just after midnight, he was pushed awake by Fang Zichen.

"What's wrong?" he asked drowsily.

"Get up quickly," Fang Zichen urged, "We're going to do something important."

Brother Zhao glanced outside and reminded him: "It's still dark outside."

"It's best to do things while it's dark, Yue Heifeng "High, it's perfect for doing sneaky things." Fang Zichen said.

There were no dogs in the village, so Brother Zhao thought he was really going to steal the chicken, and he was stunned.

Could a person as famous as Fang Zichen do such a thing as stealing chickens?

Should he stop it?

Does Fang Zichen want to eat chicken? In the past few months, the family has not eaten chicken once. If he wanted to eat it, he still had some money on hand. Although it was not much, it was still enough to buy a chicken.

...

Until he arrived outside the Majiayuan wall, Brother Zhao was still in a daze.

Fang Zichen saw that he looked confused and hadn't woken up yet, so he poked his cheek and asked in a low voice: "Do you know which room is the kitchen?"

In the past few days, he had been pretending to take his boy for a walk, but in fact he was at Ma's house. Check out the nearby spots, but unfortunately the Majia mud yard is a bit high and far away, so you can't see inside.

There are many Ma family members, and there are many houses built together. Six of them are next to each other, and it is really difficult to tell where the kitchen is.

The last time he came to Ma's house to teach someone a lesson, he only cared about showing off his authority.

Brother Zhao came back to his senses and without hesitation raised his finger to a small room on the far right. He had the air of risking his life to accompany a gentleman and replied: "That room."

"Yeah!" Fang Zichen said: "You are there. Wait here."

After saying this, Brother Zhao saw Fang Zichen take out something like a small bamboo tube from his arms, with a thread inserted in the middle, and then he put his left hand on the wall and turned over neatly and went in.

Fang Zichen threw the explosives in through the kitchen window, and then threw another into the main room of the Ma family. He pulled the fuse outside the wall, took out a small piece of fire, and the fuse hissed and ignited.

"Run!"

Brother Zhao only heard him shout, and then his hand was held and Fang Zichen led him to run together.

Not far away, he still didn't understand what Fang Zichen was doing.

Brother Zhao turned his head in confusion and was about to ask, when there was a loud bang behind him.

The ground beneath my feet seemed to be shaking, and my ears were ringing. In this silent night, the sound of explosions reverberated throughout Xiaohe Village.

When the dust dispersed, Ma's kitchen and the main room next to the kitchen collapsed.

Brother Zhao was stunned and speechless: "This... this..."

"Huh, let them bully you and your son," Fang Zichen took his hand and walked back, saying, "I'll help you teach me a lesson." Teach them a lesson and give you a break."

He originally wanted to go up the mountain in the middle of the night and blow up the Ma family's ancestral tomb, but after thinking about it, this move was suspected of lacking great virtue.

He had already prepared the explosives. He had waited so long to attack the Ma family because he wanted to do something big.

After coming to Xiaohe Village for a few months, he understood a lot of things and how important food was to farmers. The Ma family worked hard to take back the rice and dried it. If they were all blown to ashes, , look at them still eating a piece of cake.

Although the food was wasted when it was blown up, he couldn't steal it. Besides, feeding it to the Ma family was no different from a waste. Instead of using it to raise people who were worse than beasts, it would be better to blow it up. net.

Before time travel, his grandmother was a lady from an official family, his grandfather was a soldier, and his adoptive mother was a rich man from a wealthy family. He had a strict tutor and received a top-notch education. Coupled with his own temperament, his educational quality was impeccable. He has no airs, respects the old and loves the young, and does not look down on anyone, but he also believes that "people respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot." 'If anyone dares to stab him, he will definitely stab him into pieces.

If you dare to attack his husband's son, it is no different from slapping him in the face.

Hearing this, Brother Zhao felt an inexplicable soreness in his heart, and something was about to overflow from his chest. He thought... that Fang Zichen had forgotten about it. It turned out that Fang Zichen had always remembered it, even though it had passed. For several days.

His throat was dry and he couldn't speak. Fang Zichen looked up and saw that the moon was bright and it looked like it would be good weather tomorrow, but if I was not mistaken, it would rain in the middle of the night.

By then, all traces of the fire line will be washed away. There was no gunpowder these days, and the Ma family would probably not be able to figure out that he did it even if they tried hard.

"Let's go back quickly! If someone sees us, we'll be in trouble." Fang Zichen said.

The sound of the explosion was very loud. Brother Zhao heard

the sound of women from the Ma family crying not far behind him, and also saw someone coming here holding a torch in the distance.

He didn't know how Fang Zichen did what happened to the Ma family, but he stayed up most of the night and wandered around the Ma family. Linking the two things together, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.

"Then let's go quickly!" Brother Zhao was a little anxious.

But they finally took a step too slow. Halfway through, the village chief and the men in his family came towards them. After all, this was the first time he had done something bad. Brother Zhao couldn't help but turn pale and his palms were sweating. He subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at Fang Zichen, wondering what to do.

Fang Zichen had a strong psychological quality and his expression did not change. It seemed that he often did this kind of immoral thing and had rich experience in dealing with unexpected things that might expose his secrets. He squeezed Brother Zhao's hand and said: "Don't worry, I'm here." What are you afraid of?"

When the village chief saw Fang Zichen, he was a little surprised: "Fang Zichen, what are you..."

"Village chief," Fang Zichen said preemptively, "The Ma family's house collapsed."

The village chief frowned. "His house was just renovated in recent years, how could it collapse?"

He heard a loud bang and followed the sound, but he didn't actually know what happened.

I have been busy with the autumn harvest recently, and everyone in the village went to bed early and slept soundly.

"I don't know either!" Fang Zichen also looked confused, with a very realistic expression: "I was in a daze when I heard a bang, and then I took Brother Zhao to take a shortcut and ran over to take a look, and saw that his house collapsed. "

Young people love to join in the fun and are usually not active in anything. As soon as there is a fight between kittens and puppies, they will run faster than anyone else. The village chief does not doubt his words, and Brother Zhao is sweating profusely, so he is probably Running.

It's not easy for Brother Zhao to join in the fun.

Hexi was disheveled to join in the fun. He poked his head out from behind the village chief and asked, "Fang Zichen, do you want to come with us to see it again?"

"What's there to see?" Fang Zichen shook his head: "The house collapsed for no reason. "I think it's unlucky, so I won't join in the fun. It's better to go home and sleep better."

Fang Zichen, Brother Zhao, and the Ma family didn't deal with each other very well. At this time, they were indeed a little bit like watching the fun and taking pleasure in others' misfortune. The director waved his hand: "Then you go back quickly! It's late at night."

Until he got home and lay on the bed, Brother Zhao still had an unreal feeling.

Fang Zichen, his husband, took it out on him.

Together they went to blow up the Ma family's house.

And he was almost discovered by the village chief and others.

This night was a bit exciting and exciting. This was something he had never experienced in the previous nineteen years of his life.

Seeing that he was tossing and turning and not sleeping, Fang Zichen raised his upper body, leaned over the good boy, and asked softly: "Why aren't you sleeping yet? Can't you sleep?"

The warm breath brushed across his cheeks, and the two of them were very close to each other. Brother Zhao Er only felt his heart pounding, his body couldn't help but tighten, and his breathing slowed down unconsciously. He lowered his eyes and said: "It's a bit exciting, I can't sleep."

His eyelashes were long and curled, and when he raised his eyes and lowered his eyes, he looked like a The butterfly rests on the blooming flowers, waving its wings gently. Those wings are more attractive than the flowers.

Fang Zichen couldn't help but raise his hand and touch it easily. Brother Zhao didn't stop him, but closed his eyes obediently.

Fang Zichen thought, real people are more beautiful than flowers! His throat was a little hoarse and he said: "Are you happy?"

Brother Zhao nodded: "I'm happy."

Fang Zichen took back his hand and lay down again, and said in a sleepy voice: "I'm happy! Then when the Ma family rebuilds the kitchen, Let's blow it up again."

Brother Zhao: "..."

He didn't know whether to be happy or to sympathize with Ma.

The moonlight was still very bright, and it had not been blocked by the sudden black clouds in the sky. It poured in from the windows and the roof, illuminating this small space. Listening to Fang Zichen's gradually calming breathing, Brother Zhao opened his eyes and sat up slowly.

Fang Zichen was already asleep.

The calm look when he closed his eyes was very gentle, which was different from the sharp look when he opened his eyes.

He has excellent facial features, strong eyebrows, and always smiles. He looks very perverse and heartless.

Brother Zhao traced his outline in the air and thought, it's great that such a good person belongs to him.

When Brother Zhao got up the next day, Fang Zichen had already gone to work, and it was the good boy who called him up.

Brother Zhao came to the backyard and saw the good boy squatting outside the chicken pen and chirping with the chickens.

Brother Zhao touched his little face: "Have you had breakfast?"

"Yeah," the good boy said in a sweet voice, "Father has steamed the buns a few times, many times."

What kind of buns are they?

It was a ball of noodles left over from making noodles last night. Fang Zichen added some sugar, broke it into a lump the size of a fist and threw it into the pot to steam.

There is no shape to speak of.

Brother Zhao nodded and entered the kitchen. There were still two steamed buns in the pot. He felt warm in his heart. He wasn't going to make blood sausages for sale today. After eating, he took some pig blood to Brother Zhou's house. I came back for lunch at noon, and then took my boy to the river to wash clothes. As soon as I came back and entered the yard, I covered my mouth and laughed.

At this time, the whole village was discussing the Ma family's affairs.

Chapter 77

The Ma family is in dire straits now. Not only did the house collapse, but all the newly harvested grain stacked in the main room were blown up, not even a grain was left. The farmers have been counting on this for the whole year. I'm living on some food, but now... I'm going to die.

Aunt Ma and her sisters-in-law have been crying since midnight and haven't stopped yet.

Brother Zhao just felt that it was right, and the tone in his heart was finally revealed.

Ma's house was in a mess, and the main room and kitchen were in ruins overnight.

The only two rooms in their house were unoccupied. When Fang Zichen made the explosives, their lethality was calculated carefully. If he said he wanted to blow up one-third of an acre of the Ma family's land, then it would definitely be one-third of an acre. It would never happen. One point more or one point less.

But he didn't calculate that there was an old sow and a dozen chickens raised in the Ma family's backyard. These were originally kept for the New Year, but now they were all hit by gravel and died.

The old sow had been raised for many years and could give birth to two to three litters a year, and she was very successful, always having twelve litters.

The old sows in the village are fed pig grass. They don't grow much fat, and the meat is old and cannot be sold at a high price. The Ma family used to be very rare for it, but now it will die and cry to death.

After Fang Zichen knew that he had hurt an innocent old sow, he was sad for two seconds and said: "Amitabha, it's a sin, it's a sin."

After the elderly man and woman in the village came to Ma's house and took a look around, they saw that she was burning The anxious land shook his head, feeling that the Ma family had committed too many sins, and God couldn't bear to look down upon them, so he sent Thunder God to chop them down.

As soon as this word spread, everyone in the village believed it. Aunt Ma heard it when she was carrying water, and she sighed. Then she said to the woman who was pointing at her and whispering: "What sin have we committed? Tell me." You know, otherwise you won't be able to leave today."

She was worried and wanted to find someone to vent her anger on.

The woman said: "What do you want to say, what did you do without knowing it?"

"That's right," an old man said, "your head wanted to drown the good boy back then, and you and your family did the same to Brother Zhao. He was beaten and scolded, how many times did you almost beat him to death? Let's not talk about Brother Zhao. You can do it to a child as young as a good boy. He is an inhumane thing. Look, this Retribution will come soon." "I heard that

some people tricked children into catching poisonous insects in the mountains."

Really?"

After hearing this, Madam Ma didn't dare to choke.

When she didn't speak, those people became even more energetic. Aunt Ma had bullied them a lot in the past.

There was no water in the paddy field. She didn't know how to dig ditches to divert water. She secretly dug the ridge of their family's field. When she was found out, she acted like a fool. The vegetable field near her family was well surrounded by bamboo fences, so she deliberately made a hole. , and then drive the chickens in and ruin the vegetables that people have worked so hard to grow. It is really extremely bad.

They talked for a while, and Aunt Ma felt flustered. Although she didn't want to admit it, she felt that what they said seemed to make sense.

If he hadn't done too many evil things, why was it that there were many houses in the village and the Wang family next to hers were fine, but her family was the only one who was troubled?

In all her decades of living, she has never seen anyone's house destroyed by lightning.

The more I thought about it, the more I became afraid, and the more I thought about it, the more I regretted it. If I had known better, I wouldn't have tricked that little bastard into catching poisonous insects.

...

The hot sauce was ready. Brother Zhao went to several shops in the town and bought some small bottles. He filled 20 bottles and planned to test-sell them tomorrow to see how they go.

The next day when the stall was opened and the hot sauce was opened, customers smelled the aroma and immediately asked about it.

Brother Zhao said it was home-made hot sauce, and a bottle cost one hundred yuan.

He felt so guilty when he said this. Yesterday, he discussed with Fang Zichen about the appropriate price for a bottle. He himself thought that twenty cents would be enough. After all, the jar was small, and at twenty cents a bottle, it only contained rapeseeds. Oil is a little more expensive, chili sauce and garlic are cheap, and spices only cost 30 renminbi. After taking into account the cost, a bottle of chili can still earn 30 renminbi.

Who would have thought that when Fang Zichen heard this, he directly said that he would sell it for a hundred coins. Brother Zhao wanted to touch his forehead on the spot to see if he had a fever. Fang Zichen squeezed his hand and said that there is no treachery and no business, although it is a little more expensive. , but someone must buy it.

No one has ever sold hot sauce in Buan Town. Food here is relatively simple. The hot sauce they sell is expensive, not because of the raw materials, but because it is 'novel'. They only have things that no one else sells, as long as they are good. For food, people are willing to pay for it, even if it costs more than one tael a bottle.

Xiaohe Village is poor, and everyone is definitely reluctant to spend a hundred cash to buy something that can't fill their stomachs. But to the people in the town, this hundred cash is just a small amount of money.

Moreover, Brother Zhao only calculated the price of the ingredients, and he did not include his own labor. Chopping peppers, mincing garlic, frying spices, etc., what is not tiring?

This hot sauce is really delicious, not to mention mixed with noodles, even with shit.

Fang Zichen felt that a hundred coins was cheap.

When the guests heard this, the blood sausage in their hands trembled and almost dropped to the ground: "What the hell! You can sell such a small bottle at such a high price."

Brother Zhao folded a few small wooden sticks and let them taste some for themselves, watching them After trying it, his eyes lit up. He said: "It's a bit expensive," Brother Zhao said nonsense: "But we put a lot of rapeseed oil in it, as well as a lot of expensive spices, sugar and salt. To be honest, a bottle One hundred Wen is actually just my hard-earned money. "

Fu'an Town is not rich in rapeseed oil. The rapeseed oil sold in the town is imported from other counties, so it is not cheaper than lard. Much more expensive.

The chili sauce is very oily. It can be seen that a lot of rapeseed oil was used. As for the spices mentioned, I didn't see it, but the chili sauce smells fragrant and tastes fragrant, spicy and numb. Anyway, it tastes good. It's very special, fragrant but not greasy, spicy but not dry. It makes people want to take a second bite after taking the first bite, and they can't stop.

Seeing that they were all very interested, Brother Zhao was not scared away by his one hundred coins, so he knew for sure: "This chili sauce is a bit salty when eaten alone. If it is accompanied by steamed buns, noodles, porridge, etc., then it will be better." It's so delicious, my husband loves it very much."

The guests were all aroused by these words and wanted to try it. One hundred yuan doesn't seem to be very expensive!

A few men who were carrying goods at the dock said generously: "Give our brothers two bottles."

The work at the dock is hard and the money is high. There is no need to be so picky about yourself, and this hot sauce is indeed It's really good. I'll buy it and eat it with steamed buns. Steamed buns are cheap and can make you hungry. If you want to eat wonton dumplings, even a big man would have to eat two or three bowls to be full. But a bowl of wonton dumplings costs nine cents. The stuffing is said to be chives and pork, but actually it tastes like it's full of leeks, which is very messy. You'll be full after eating three steamed buns, and you can save a lot of money with one meal!

The first one was immediately followed by the second one, and twenty bottles of hot sauce were quickly sold out.

When there were a few bottles left, the guests almost grabbed them. Zhao Geer was holding a small bag of copper coins and his heart was pounding. But when he saw that most of the blood sausages were still unsold, he felt confused again. .

Usually the baskets of blood sausages would be sold out by noon, but today there were quite a few left. After asking around a bit, I found out that there were people buying blood sausages in the next street today.

Blood sausage is a simple thing to make. You can figure it out after eating it a few times. Seeing that it sells well, there must be people who will follow suit. Brother Zhao had already thought of it, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

It was not until the afternoon that the blood sausage was finally sold out. Brother Zhao wanted to buy some more small bottles, but when he asked about it in the store, he was kicked out.

"Go, go, I'm annoyed when I see your brother."

Brother Zhao was stunned for a moment, and was pushed out of the door. He still felt a little embarrassed and uncomfortable. It's not like he didn't give money to buy things, he I want to buy a small jar, but I won't have it if I don't have it. Why do I do this?

The boss was so energetic that Brother Zhao staggered and almost fell down, when someone suddenly grabbed him from behind.

"Are you okay?"

A very gentle voice came from above his head. Brother Zhao blinked and noticed that the two of them were very close, so he immediately took two steps back to put some distance between them.

"It's okay. Thank you just now."

Brother Zhao's eyes were as clear and clear as a child's, his eyebrows were pretty and picturesque, his cheeks were slightly red, and there was a little sweat on the tip of his nose. Zhang Huaiwen saw his appearance clearly, and his heart skipped a beat. shoot.

His eyes were bright, and it was very rude to look at a brother like this. Brother Zhao frowned slightly, thanked him, turned around and wanted to leave, but Zhang Huaiwen called him to stop him.

"etc......"

Chapter 78

Brother Zhao frowned slightly, thanked him and turned around to leave, but Zhang Huaiwen stopped him and asked his name rather rudely.

Brother Zhao finally raised his eyes to look at him at this time. Zhang Huaiwen was dressed in blue silk and satin clothes, with his hair tied high, a glass pendant hanging around his waist, and a small fan with pictures of mountains and rivers in his right hand. Literati are bookish.

The guarded and vigilant look in his eyes was so obvious that Zhang Huaiwen also reacted and quickly apologized for his rudeness.

Men and women guard against each other, and no one suddenly asks each other's name as soon as they meet. It's better that the young man in front of him has never been married. If he has been married, his behavior is harassing a married man.

However, he secretly glanced at Brother Zhao again. This boy looked young and not well-dressed. He should be a boy from the village. Although it was said that girls in the village got married quickly, there were some in the 17th and 18th. All the children have been born, but some parents will force their children to work at home for a few more years. Zhang Huaiwen sincerely hopes that the little brother he has finally fallen in love with is not married yet~

"Dad... "

The good boy ran over from the side dragging his backpack and hugged Brother Zhao's calf.

Zhang Huaiwen: "..."

Zhang Huaiwen seemed to be unbelievably frightened. He took a few steps back and looked at Brother Zhao, then at Guaizi. His eyes kept darting back and forth between them until he saw them. The same little mouth as a child, the whole body is cracked.

Brother Zhao ignored him, took the good boy and left.

When he got home, he started counting coins while sitting on the bed. Fang Zichen had taught him the multiplication table. He could count one hundred coins, one bottle and twenty bottles, and he could pick his toes, but Brother Zhao just wanted to count them again.

The copper plates should be piled up into a small hill, and the good boy would lie on the bed with his mouth open, his eyes as wide as a bull's eye, and he looked like a little money addict.

"Dad, there are so many drops of silver. We will make a fortune!"

Brother Zhao also thought so. He counted it three times, two thousand and ninety-three cash. Two thousand cash was the income from selling hot sauce, and ninety-three cash was the blood. intestinal income.

A bottle of hot sauce topped a basket of blood sausage on his back.

One tael of silver is equivalent to a thousand coins. In such a long time, he earned more than two taels of silver. Brother Zhao was so excited that his heart beat violently, his cheeks were hot, and his whole body felt a little swollen. He felt that he had the ability and could finally make him The little husband was so fed up with him.

other side.

Du Xiaodu went to another village to sell goods for four days and finally came back.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, he heard the weak cry of a child coming from his house, like a kitten meowing. He didn't react at first until Aunt Du came out of the kitchen with a bowl of porridge, saw him, and urged her. He said: "I'm finally back. Why are you standing there? Why don't you hurry up and see Angkor and your son?"

"Angkor has given birth?"

"Yes! It's been several days since the birth."

Du Xiaodu threw it away He grabbed the pole and rushed into the house. Angkor was leaning on the bedside, holding his son and coaxing him softly.

"Korean Ang."

"Are you back?" Brother Ang was happy to see him. When he sat down on the bed, he couldn't help complaining: "Why did you come back?"

Du Xiaodu looked at him with red eyes. He seemed to be about to cry, and said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to give birth so soon. I, I thought it would take a few days."

He was too embarrassed to come back if the goods were not sold out. The house was tight, and he I just want to sell more goods and earn more money, otherwise Angkor will not know what to eat when he gives birth to a child.

He was a grown man, and when he saw Angkor's son crying, he just thought it was because he was not around when he gave birth to the child, which made him scared.

Think about it, when a daughter-in-law gives birth to a baby, there will be a crowd of people waiting outside the house, but her husband is pitiful. When the baby is born, he is not around.

After Du Xiaodu comforted the child, he carefully hugged the child, looked left and right, and smiled with a silly look on his face.

"My son looks like you!"

"Really? But I think he looks like you." Angkor said with a smile.

Aunt Du didn't know what she thought of. She laughed a few times and interjected: "The midwife said that my little grandson looks like Mr. Fang."

"...Huh?"

Du Xiaodu knew Fang Zichen and had met him several times. , I was deeply impressed by his face.

"This can't be possible!" He stared at his son again. The child had grown up for a few days. Now he was white and tender, and not as ugly as before. But to say he looked like Fang Zichen was really nonsense.

Wu Geer said to Du Xiaodu: "Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen are the saviors of me and my child."

Du Xiaodu was slightly stunned: "What's going on?"

Wu Geer told what happened that day, and Du Xiaodu Du was frightened when he heard this.

The Nanshan side is not too far from the village, but during this period of busy farming, the farmland in the village is mainly concentrated at the foot of the North Mountain. No one goes to the Nanshan side. If Zhao Geer did not go to Nanshan to chop wood, then Angkor· ····

Du Xiaodu didn't dare to think about it further.

Aunt Du touched the bowl and felt it was no longer so hot. She handed the porridge to Angkor and said, "That day when Mr. Fang came back with you in his arms, the blood on your body was all over him. I don't know if he can wash it off. Later, The midwife said you didn't have the strength. Seeing that we didn't have anything to eat at home, Brother Zhao asked him to run home and get brown sugar. The porridge now was also brought by Brother Zhao."

She turned and looked at Du Xiao. Du, said seriously: "We owe a lot of kindness to others. We must not be ungrateful. You must remember it for the rest of your life."

"Mother," Du Xiaodu nodded and said, "I know."

This time I made some money, Du Xiaodu Du ran to town and bought grain, two kilograms of meat, and half a kilogram of Yitang. When Fang Zichen came back in the evening, he and Angkor went to the house with their children in their arms.

Fang Zichen was a little surprised to see Brother Wu. He didn't expect that he would get out of bed just a few days ago. Doesn't this brother need to be in confinement?

Brother Zhao liked children very much, so Brother Wu handed the child to him and asked him to hold it. Brother Zhao coaxed him. The child was spitting bubbles, his face was as chubby as a big white bun, and his eyes were black. He looked very clear, waving his little fists and looking very excited.

"Husband, look, she's so cute!"

Fang Zichen didn't look at her, but his heart was trembling now when he thought of the 'surprise glimpse' that day.

The good boys surrounded Brother Zhao, and the younger brothers kept shouting.

Wu Geer and Du Xiaodu chatted with them for a while, and finally wanted to kneel down. Zhao Geer hurriedly avoided them.

Du Xiaodu said he didn't know how to thank them. Brother Zhao thought for a while and asked him if he could help burn some small pots.

The jars for hot sauce are small, and I usually use wide-mouth jars for oil and salt. The twenty jars I bought before were bought by Brother Zhao after he traveled all over Fu'an Town. I happened to not have much money with me that day, so blood Brother Zhao was afraid that he would get the intestinal oil and not be able to wash it off. When selling blood sausage, he was always wearing old clothes, so when he went to the last grocery store that day, he emptied his entire wallet and was still short of two cents, so he asked Can the boss be a little cheaper?

It happened that there were several small jars in the store that had not been sold and were gathering dust. Ordinary people rarely used these small jars. They were afraid that they would never sell them again if they missed the opportunity, so the boss patiently gave him a lower price. Although he had read two articles, he felt that Brother Zhao was a poor man. The second time he saw him, he lost his good looks.

Brother Zhao asked Du Xiaodu to help him burn it, but it was not without money. Du Xiaodu didn't expect to come to say thank you, and negotiated a business deal.

Brother Zhao told him very clearly, and he also understood that if Brother Zhao's hot sauce business does well, his business will be long-lasting. Now if he is asked to provide thirty a day at two cents each, then One day was sixty cents, Du Xiaodu calculated the sum secretly, his heart was about to fly, and he wished he could go back and light the fire right now.

...

Entering October, Brother Zhao has made hot sauce several times, and it has sold well in the town. Every time, customers are almost rushing to get it.

The more hot sauce he made, the less blood sausage Zhao Geer made, which gave Fang Zichen more rest. Zhou Geer's house couldn't supply the hot sauce, so he went to He Da Leng's house to ask about Uncle Liu's chili peppers and I grow a lot of garlic, and I'm worried that I won't be able to sell it! Knowing that he wanted to buy chili peppers, he took him directly to the field.

"How many do you want?" Uncle Liu asked.

Brother Zhao looked at it and saw that the peppers in Uncle Liu's house were very good, and the red ones were very pleasing to the eye. He said: "The peppers cost thirty kilograms a day, and the garlic costs fifteen kilograms."

After making hot sauce several times, Brother Zhao I figured out the rule. Add chili pepper and garlic in a ratio of two to one, and the hot sauce will be more delicious. If there is too much garlic, the taste will be strong and the taste will be greasy. If there is too little garlic, the taste will not be fragrant enough.

Two to one is best.

"What?" Uncle Liu was confused and asked curiously: "You want so much, do you eat it yourself or..." The

food you eat at home weighs thirty kilograms a day, so I'm afraid you don't want to breathe fire.

Brother Zhao replied: "I started a small business." When he got home, Uncle Liu's daughter-in-law came over and said, "Dad, why did Brother Zhao come to you?"

Uncle Liu glanced at her and said, He said, "I want to buy some chili peppers from our family."

I originally thought it was a good thing, such as asking their family to send food to Zuixiaolou or something, but that's it! The daughter-in-law said "oh" in a somewhat disappointed tone and raised her feet to straighten up. When he was about to feed the chickens in the backyard, Uncle Liu added: "I will give him thirty kilograms of chili peppers and fifteen kilograms of garlic every day."

"What?" The daughter-in-law's voice was raised by two tones: "Dad, you don't have a donkey. "Me?"

"I'm full," Uncle Liu said.

The daughter-in-law smiled and turned around to wonder what Brother Zhao was doing with so much chili and garlic. Uncle Liu glared at him: "He just uses it to do some small business. Don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

The daughter-in-law said, "I know. "

Farmers don't know many skills, but those who have some skills that can make money are kept hidden, and no one is stupid enough to come and ask.

"By the way," the daughter-in-law said, "Dad, where did you put the bacon I brought back from my parents' house last time? I sent it to Brother Zhao's house. The bacon my mother made was so delicious."

It was rare for her to be like this Uncle Liu was so generous that he couldn't help but ask: "Is your bacon not poisonous?"

Daughter-in-law: "..."

Chapter 79

Yang Mingyi knew that Fang Zichen was going to take the imperial examination, so he brought some books from home and lent them to him. This saved him a lot of money to buy books. Fang Zichen was so happy that he taught Yang Mingyi more carefully. His writing was better than the copybooks sold in bookstores, so Yang Mingyi asked if he could teach him.

"What's wrong with this?" Fang Zichen's arrogance reached the sky, and he said boldly: "Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, just tell me what you want to learn. Once you are a teacher, you will always be a father. I will teach you."

"... "Yang Mingyi was silent for a moment: "Can you play chess?"

"Yes!" Fang Zichen said without hesitation.

Yang Mingyi looked at him suspiciously and took out the chess pieces: "Then let's play the next game?"

Fang Zichen gave him three moves at the beginning. Yang Mingyi usually had no one to play with him in the Yang family's backyard.

The maids are afraid of him, Yang Mutao's concubines hate him, and his mistress despises him. In addition, he talks little and has a cold temper. He always walks alone wherever he goes. Ever since he became literate at the age of six, he has always been alone. I stayed in my yard and read quietly. What I read most was chess records. I played chess with myself and pretended that someone was playing with me. Over the years, my chess skills became quite exquisite.

The old dean of Anhe Academy praised him.

Fang Zichen asked him to make three moves. He thought that Fang Zichen's chess skills were not good and he was just blowing the cannon. Unexpectedly, after three moves, Fang Zichen's chess style changed and he suddenly started to press forward step by step. Every move was his killer move. His mind took a step forward, but before he could even get his hand back, Fang Zichen dropped the black piece with a "pop" sound, almost without thinking, blocking his newly found way out.

Back and forth, you come and I go. After half a stick of incense, sweat gradually broke out on Yang Mingyi's forehead, and the speed of playing chess became slower.

Fang Zichen didn't rush him. The wind blew from the window behind him, which was cool and comfortable. He put his face on one hand and leaned against the table, lazily.

Everything is under control.

No matter where Yang Mingyi goes, within three steps, he can kill Yang Mingyi without leaving any trace behind.

His budget was correct. Yang Mingyi could not survive the last three moves. On the chessboard, the white stone was surrounded by the black stones, and there was no way out.

He frowned, biting his lower lip, his face was a little pale, and he looked deeply shocked. Fang Zichen did not regard him as a brother, and patted his shoulder: "Play chess with me, how can you last so long? He's already quite good. A man can bend and stretch. He can win and lose. "

Except for Yang Mutao, no man has ever touched him like this. Yang Mingyi stiffened and looked at Fang Zichen with a careless expression of 'Good brother. Follow me, go up the mountain to fight tigers and come down from the mountain to fight bullfights. I will protect you. He opened his mouth and said softly: "Brother Fang, you are awesome."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fang Zichen didn't understand what it meant. Modesty: "I just play casually." He quipped, and also went to praise Yang Mingyi, quite a bit of a 'share the blessings and share the hardships' attitude, and said: "You are also very good at chess, but it's a pity that you met someone like me. He's super powerful. Don't worry, as long as you follow me and learn just one and a half of his moves, you will be able to defeat all the invincibles in the world." You

can't even brush your teeth for eight hundred years with this tone.

Yang Mingyi said: "Let's play another round!"

"Okay."

After one round, another round comes.

Fang Zichen's temper was out of control, and he was already limited in the next two or three games.

"Let's get here first today!"

Yang Mingyi shook his head. The more he lost, the more stubborn he became, and he was competing with the stronger ones. His mind was running at high speed the whole time, making every step, which was exciting and enjoyable.

"...We have three urgent needs, so we should retreat first." Fang Zichen used a move to escape and ran away in a hurry.

Yang Mingyi frowned and thought about the chessboard. After half a cup of tea, an old man walked in, stroking his beard.

"Brother Yi, what are you looking at?"

"Grandpa," Yang Mingyi was a little surprised, but his face was still cold and he couldn't tell clearly: "Why are you here?"

"I haven't seen you for a while, so come and take a look." Mr. Wu As he said that, he walked to the table. The table was clean, books, paper and ink were pushed to the side. There was a chessboard in the center, with black and white pieces, which were particularly conspicuous.

His eyes were attracted to the chessboard almost instantly.

People who love to play chess will know the situation on the chessboard with just a cursory glance. It can be said that the white stone was killed by the black stone and was completely helpless.

Yang Mingyi made him half a cup of tea, and after a while he asked: "Grandpa, do you think there is a way to crack this white boy?" Mr.

Wu became more and more surprised as he looked at it. He didn't even bother to drink the tea. He lowered his eyes and thought for a long time, and finally He shook his head and sighed: "No."

He knew that Yang Mingyi loved chess and had the habit of playing two roles. He praised: "We haven't seen each other for a few days. Brother Yi has become a lot better at chess!"

He was relieved, feeling that he was no longer a match for his grandson, but Yang Mingyi actually shook his head.

"I was holding the white one, and Brother Fang left the black one."

"Brother Fang?" Mr. Wu said angrily almost instantly: "Is your father having an illegitimate child outside?"

"No," Yang Mingyi explained. : "It's the teacher who taught me bookkeeping."

When he said this, Mr. Wu remembered that Yang Mingyi had told him such a thing before, but he didn't take it to heart at the time. He just thought he was a good bookkeeper. He is just a human being, but no matter how powerful he is, he still belongs to the three religions and nine streams. He is mixed among the lowest business houses and is nothing worth paying attention to. But looking at it today, this person seems to have something.

Mr. Wu turned his attention back to the chessboard. The more he looked at the movement of the black stones, the more he admired him. He felt that every move made by the black stones was extremely tricky. It seemed that there was a way for the white stones to retreat. But when the white stones moved one step, the opponent only had to move one stone. , he can surround the white piece in an instant. A typical move would look like ten moves, but he himself would not be able to play such a move.

Mr. Wu was so impressed that he asked Yang Mingyi, who was also fascinated: "Who are you, Brother Fang? You want to introduce me to grandpa."

"It's the one who collects the bills downstairs..." Zui Xiaolou got busy. At that time, shopkeeper Yang would also collect the accounts together. Yang Mingyi didn't know how to describe Fang Zichen for a while, and Guaizi's words that made him speechless until now suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Father looks so handsome when he works. He's the best."

Mr. Wu paused when he saw him, and then said: "The youngest and most handsome one."

"..." Mr. Wu went downstairs to look for someone. Shopkeeper Yang was at the front desk, and Fang Zi had gone out early in the morning.

Yesterday I paid a monthly salary. Because of my good performance, plus the few taels that I taught Yang Mingyi, I got a total of twelve taels. Fang Zichen went home and turned in half of it. In exchange for six kisses from Brother Zhao, he was very happy. He went out this morning. Put all the six taels of silver in your pocket.

He wants to spend huge sums of money to buy a horse for his son.

Xiaohe Village is not too far away from Fu'an Town. Fang Zichen is tall and has long legs, so it only takes 30 minutes to walk there. Brother Zhao has to go to the town to sell things every day. There is no one at home to help take care of the good boy, and he is too embarrassed to be in trouble all the time. Brother Zhou, Aunt Liu, and other children in the village didn't play with Guaizi very much, so Brother Zhao always took him with him.

The dirt road from the village to Fu'an Town is not easy to walk, with many potholes and bumps, and a lot of pebbles. The good boy wears shoes with thin soles. He is afraid that Brother Zhao will be tired, so he won't let him carry him, so he walks alone every day.

The child's skin is very tender. After more than a month, the soles of his feet were full of bubbles. Brother Zhao helped him bathe every day, but he didn't notice it. A few nights ago, he was playing with Fang Zichen, and Fang Zichen wanted to scratch his feet. discovered.

The blisters on his feet were worn out again, exposing the red flesh inside. When Fang Zichen saw it, his whole body felt very sad. When he asked him if it hurt, he shook his head and said no.

The good boy was small, much smaller than an ordinary three-year-old child, and his feet were as long as thumbs. Fang Zichen held it gently, squeezed it, and took a deep breath: "Why don't you tell father and dad?"

The good boy moved his little toes. Brother Zhao was still busy in the kitchen. He hugged Fang Zichen and whispered in his ear: "Daddy will be sad. Good boy, tie up the baby's clothes and don't make dad sad."

Fang Zichen touched it . I touched his head and felt a sense of loss of control and anxiety. I thought that I had lived for eighteen years and had never been beaten or scolded. To say that the biggest injury and the biggest pain would be the extraction of teeth. Something happened.

He had never experienced how far he had walked before the soles of his feet were rubbed and blistered. If the blisters burst, would it hurt? How painful would it be? He had never experienced it, but he had never experienced it and could not imagine it.

His son was smashed and suffered.

Brother Zhao took a bath, closed the courtyard door, and returned to the house. The boy was already asleep.

The light from the oil lamp was dim, and Fang Zichen kept looking at the boy, frowning, as if he was distressed, depressed, and solemn.

Brother Zhao carried the good boy into the bed, lay down, hugged his thin waist, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The soles of my feet were blistered when I hit them," Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao immediately sat up again, raised his feet and looked at them. There was no good skin on the soles of his feet. He understood what was going on almost instantly, and his eyes turned red.

Feeling distressed and blaming myself.

He stayed with his son every day and didn't even notice him.

"Don't cry." Fang Zichen hugged him.

Brother Zhao stared at the boy's feet, calmed down for a long time, and said in a low voice: "

It's all my fault." Fang Zichen poked him and said, "Don't talk nonsense, how can I blame you?"

"I..." "..."

"I'll beat you up if you talk nonsense again."

Brother Zhao was so frightened by the villain that he didn't dare to say anything anymore. He got out of bed and got a needle to pop out the unbroken blisters.

Fang Zichen tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep. After thinking about it all night, he still wanted to buy a horse for his son. With the carriage, he would be able to free his son's two short legs.

Large cattle and horses, chickens and ducks can be sold on West Street, but cattle and horses are only available at the horse market on East Street.

The smell in the horse market was so strong that Fang Zichen was dazed by the smoke. As soon as he appeared, the boss came up to him and asked him what he wanted to buy.

Cattle and horses are not cheap to sell, often costing more than a dozen or twenty taels. It is rare to be able to spend so much money in one go. Often no customers come for ten days and a half.

There were also people who couldn't afford it to watch the fun, but most of those people were wearing shabby clothes. Unlike Fang Zichen, who had a delicate appearance and noble temperament, like a pampered nobleman.

Fang Zichen learned horse racing at an equestrian club when he was a child, and later became a master. On his thirteenth birthday, his adoptive father bought him a white purebred Arabian from abroad. During holidays, he would ride it, and he also learned a lot about horses. know.

The horses in the racecourse were all "old, weak, sick and disabled". Fang Zichen walked around and found only one horse that could barely get by.

Fang Zichen pointed to the reddish-brown horse and asked, "How much is this horse?"

"Young Master, you have such good eyesight." The boss is a funny-looking man with a goatee and two eyes... ·As big as a soybean, he rubbed his hands and smiled: "This horse is only four years old. When it can run and pull, we will sell it for twenty-nine taels."

"..." Fang Zichen suspected that he heard wrong: "How much?"

The boss's attitude was very good: "Twenty-nine taels."

A strong man here only costs 60 taels, and a horse only costs 29 taels? ? !

This is the series We Are Not As Good as Horses.

Fang Zichen wanted to turn around and leave, but he felt like he was losing face. He thought back then, he would buy BMWs and Ferraris whenever he wanted, and then throw away the card when he liked it. By the way, he said "just swipe" now... Damn it, He is truly a hero, not to mention his bravery.

He coughed, his face not red, his heart not beating, and asked: "Can it be cheaper?"

"Oh, sir, it can't be cheaper, this horse is a good horse!" The boss opened the horse's mouth and touched it. legs, introduced: "Look at its teeth, look at its legs, and look at its hair, which is black and shiny. We transported it from the Western Regions thousands of miles away, and in the face of When facing obstacles, its joint movements, flexibility and stability are very good, and it can travel hundreds of miles a day, comparable to a sweaty BMW.

" Fang Zichen: "..."

The wind is very strong today . , can play as well as you.

He said: "Make it cheaper!"

"It really doesn't work!"

"Then forget it." Fang Zichen raised his feet and was about to leave. The boss held him back with a look of distress on his face: "Then how much cheaper do you want, young master? Let's go." We can discuss it!"

Fang Zichen had never negotiated the price before buying anything, and he felt it was a bit fun at the moment. He went back and forth with the boss for almost an hour. His mouth was dry, and he suddenly cut from twenty-nine taels to two. At eleven taels, the boss's heart was bleeding.

In fact, it is not a loss at twenty-one taels, but the profit is small. When they do business, they always raise the price to the highest price first, leaving customers with room to bargain.

The part that is cut off will make the customer feel that they have made a big deal.

Then hello, my hello, everyone.

Those who buy things are smiling, and those who sell things are also cheerful.

The boss told Fang Zichen that he could give him twenty-one taels, if he wanted.

Fang Zichen shook his head and waved his hands: "I can't afford it!"

The boss asked: "Young master, do you still think it's expensive? Then you can just tell me a price! If it suits me, I'll sell it. If it doesn't, you can choose something else."

Fang Zichen smiled. : "Six taels of silver."

Boss: "..."

Six taels of silver?

Want to buy a horse with six taels of silver?

Buy shit!

...

Fang Zichen was so embarrassed that he ended up riding a sheep at the horse market.

It's only two taels of silver, about the same price as a pig.

If you can't afford to ride a horse, just ride a sheep!

The big sheep may not be able to ride it, but the little boy can definitely do it.

Moreover, sheep are much easier to raise than horses, and they eat less. Just cut the grass and throw it to them.

When he came back with the sheep in the evening, Brother Zhao was stunned.

"You, why did you buy a sheep?"

Fang Zichen waved to the good boy: "Give me a ride."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao didn't know what to say, Fang Zichen hugged him Put the good boy on the sheep's back, let the good boy grab the sheep's horns, and lead the sheep all over the yard.

"Hey, is it fun to ride a sheep?"

None of the children in the village have a sheep ride, so I am the only one. Moreover, the lamb is white and well-behaved, and will bleat to itself. The little boy is so excited that his little face is He was flushed and clutching the horns tightly: "It's fun~"

Brother Zhao didn't even know what to say.

I have heard of people riding oxen and horses, but I have never heard of people riding sheep.

While teaching the good boy how to ride a sheep, Fang Zichen said to Brother Zhao: "When he learns how to ride a sheep, you can let him sit on the back of the sheep in the morning, and you can just hold the rope. The sheep won't bite, so you don't have to be afraid. Oh, by the way, I also bought you a pair of shoes, let's go and see if they fit."

Brother Zhao saw it just now and touched it. The soles were very thick and he liked the color. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he thought in his heart. Nuannuan pulled Fang Zichen, stood on tiptoes and kissed him.

Fang Zichen's heart was pounding, his heart rate was accelerating, and his eyebrows were furrowed: "Damn, you annoying little goblin, go and cook. Let's have an in-depth discussion tonight."

Chapter 80

"...What are you talking about?" Brother Zhao's heartbeat was also erratic. He glared at Fang Zichen, turned around and ran into the kitchen.

Steaming rice takes longer, making noodles faster, but there seems to be little flour left, not enough for tonight's meal.

There is also a small piece of lean meat in the cupboard. Uncle Liu's daughter-in-law brought a piece of bacon at noon, but the bacon is difficult to wash, so I won't cook it today. Let's cut some lean meat and stir-fry cabbage to make a meal first!

Brother Zhao washed the rice and poured it into the pot. He realized that everything he was thinking about was inseparable from "hurry up and make the rice", and his whole face felt hot.

But thinking about the first two times... if Fang Zichen gave up halfway again, he would... take advantage of it.

Fang Zichen let the boy ride the sheep by himself. Anyway, the sheep were short and docile, and would not break if dropped. He entered the kitchen and wanted to help, but he was attracted by something dark and furry on the stove. Lived.

He looked left and right, but he couldn't see what it was: "What is this?"

Brother Zhao glanced at him quickly: "Bacon."

Fang Zichen pinched it and it was hard, then scratched it . Banging it on the table.

Bang bang bang.

"..." Fang Zichen asked with extreme suspicion: "It's already hairy and still so hard, can it be eaten?"

"Yes."

Fang Zichen smelled it, and there was a smell of smoke, and he just scratched it. , his hands were also pitch black, and he said with disdain: "This thing is probably not even eaten by dogs."

"How could it be," Brother Zhao said, "It tastes good when fried."

I didn't want to cook it . But when Fang Zichen said this, he wanted to slap Fang Zichen in the face: "Go dig some wild onions from the top of the west mountain, and I'll cook them for you tonight."

"Oh! Okay!"

Fang Zichen was carrying a basket. When he was about to go out, Brother Zhao was worried: "Do you know what wild onions look like?"

"...Who are you looking down on?" Fang Zichen was unhappy: "Don't wild onions look like onions?"

He ate noodles After eating it for so many years, it's not like I don't even recognize Cong. Brother Zhao is looking down on others.

snort.

I must give him a good meal tonight and make him cry.

Seeing that he was about to go out, the good boy ran over and held his hand: "Good boy, go and help, the good boy is the best at digging wild vegetables."

With the good boy following him, Brother Zhao felt relieved.

However, the rice was cooked and the bacon was washed, but Fang Zichen and Guai Zai were not back yet.

There are a lot of wild onions at the foot of the West Mountain, and it's not far from home, so it won't take so long.

Brother Zhao was worried, so he removed the fire, locked the door, and went out to look for it. As a result, I passed by the small river where I usually wash clothes and heard the sound of a good boy laughing.

He looked for the sound and went over. The father and son were swimming in different styles in the river. The basket and clothes were placed on the bank, with only a handful of green onions in them.

The good boy was naked and looked like a little piglet. After more than a month of learning, he could now swim. The father and son swam so selflessly that Brother Zhao almost laughed in anger.

The small ones are unreliable, and the big ones are not much better.

I dug some green onions and threw them into the river, forgetting to even return home.

He stared for a long time, no matter how careless he was, he could notice it. Fang Zichen didn't feel cold at first, but after being stared at like this, he suddenly felt cold.

He patted the little boy's butt, and then one of them swam back to the shore.

Fang Zichen coughed and asked, "Brother Zhao, why are you here?"

Brother Zhao smiled coldly: "What do you say!"

Don't ask me to say it.

I dare not say.

Fang Zichen was chattering. After climbing ashore, Brother Zhao's expression became even colder. The eyes looking at him were mixed with some indescribable emotions.

It seemed like he was angry, but also like he was shy. I only glanced at him briefly, then hurriedly went to dress the good boy.

Fang Zichen lowered his head, raised his eyebrows, and solved the case.

He chuckled softly, leaned behind Brother Zhao, and leaned against his ear: "Does it look good?"

Brother Zhao's ears turned red. Fang Zichen's wet clothes clung to his body. He had broad shoulders and narrow waist, and slender limbs. Although he looks thin, it is not difficult to imagine how powerful his body is under the clothes. Under Fang Zichen's playful eyes, he put on the trousers of the boy in a hurry, and his voice became hoarse: "Go back quickly!"

Several women washing vegetables upstream kept looking here, and Brother Zhao wanted to take off his clothes. Fang Zichen put it on, but he was wearing it thinly, so he didn't dare to, so he could only urge people to go back quickly.

Brother Zhao likes Fang Zichen and can't control his possessiveness. If anyone looks at Fang Zichen, he will get angry.

Fang Zichen walked slowly: "You didn't even answer me."

Brother Zhao remained calm and led the boy to the other side, blocking other people's sight. Fang Zichen stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes: "Look. What's on my hand?"

His palm is neither thick nor thin, and the back of his hand is smooth and delicate. It is a noble hand that has never done any rough work.

Brother Zhao's voice was very low: "What's there?"

Fang Zichen didn't say anything, he just shook his hand, then snapped his fingers, and a wild chrysanthemum suddenly appeared in his hand.

It was obvious that there was nothing in his hand just now. This was so amazing. Brother Zhao and Guaizi's eyes widened instantly. Fang Zichen waved his hand again, and another wild chrysanthemum appeared.

Such a show off made Brother Zhao and Guaizi stunned and screaming in shock.

The good boy even forgot to walk and kept asking Fang Zichen how he did it and if he was a god.

...

The bacon and wild onions we had for dinner were so fragrant. Seeing that Fang Zichen could eat it with great enthusiasm, Brother Zhao laughed: "Didn't you just say that you won't even eat it if you feed the dog?" "

Yes!" Fang Zichen said in a daze: " Dogs don't eat, people eat."

After eating, he took the boy for a walk and then carried him back to the room. After swimming for a while, the boy was tired and lay down on the bed. Fang Zichen just took the photo. After hitting him a few times, his eyelids started to fight.

"Father..."

"Huh?" "

My dear boy, you're sleepy."

"Go to sleep when you're sleepy! No need to report." Fang Zichen's heart was itching and he wished he could sleep quickly.

Brother Zhao took a shower and just came out of the kitchen when he saw Fang Zichen tiptoeing out of the house and closing the door.

Brother Zhao was a little nervous and asked hesitantly: "...Aren't you going to sleep?"

Fang Zichen shushed and pulled him into the kitchen. The kitchen door was slammed shut, and Brother Zhao was pressed against On the door panel, Fang Zichen caressed Brother Zhao's face, tracing his eyebrows inch by inch.

...This little goblin has a face as round as a bun and is quite cute.

Brother Zhao was a little shy and took the lead to look away: "You, um~"

Fang Zichen suddenly kissed him.

Caught off guard, Brother Zhao froze slightly, and then felt the soft meat on the roof of his mouth being gently licked by the tip of his tongue, licking all his body fluids until it overflowed.

Fang Zichen's heart beat faster and his face was swollen, as if he had drunk alcohol. Everything in front of him was so unreal. He acted according to his heart, his movements were unfamiliar, but cautious. Brother Zhao hugged his neck and closed it slowly. Blinded.

Fang Zichen's kiss deepened, his hands held him tighter, and his lips and tongues entangled. After a while, Fang Zichen let go of him, hugged his legs, and lifted him up.

Brother Zhao was put on the table and his face turned red: "Aren't we going back to the room?"

"Not going back." Fang Zichen gasped.

My dear boy is in the room. What if there is a loud noise and he wakes up?

Fang Zichen had made up his mind to make Brother Zhao cry tonight.

Stars of fire were leaking from the stove, and Brother Zhao covered his eyes with the back of his hands.

This is the table for eating, how can it be...

He is afraid that he will never be able to look at this table again.

Fang Zichen took off his clothes, his eyes fell on his snow-white and thin chest, he narrowed his eyes slightly and rubbed it with his palms.

His palms were slightly cold, and Brother Zhao trembled. Under his caress, he couldn't help but let out a low moan, with a crying tone, which was extremely seductive.

Fang Zichen couldn't hold it back anymore and leaned forward for a kiss.

"Brother Zhao~"

The unfamiliar breath became ambiguous, the sparks faded, the room became dark, and the five senses became sharp.

When he was possessed, Brother Zhao heard Fang Zichen whisper in his ear: "Brother Zhao, I love you, don't be afraid...".

Brother Zhao's pupils suddenly contracted, and his lips, which were bright red from being kissed, trembled violently. He opened and closed them for a long time without being able to speak.

Fang Zichen paused for a moment, but seemed to understand.

He leaned over Brother Zhao's ear, hugged him tightly, and said, "If you don't leave, you will never leave."

He had a serious look on his face, and when his eyes fell on him, Brother Zhao felt his heart numb.

Fang Zichen pressed his forehead against him, breathing mingled with each other. He could smell his special smell on the tip of his nose. Hearing his promise, he should be happy. Moreover, they were really together, but Brother Zhao felt out of breath. , my heart hurt unbearably, and my eye sockets suddenly felt sore.

It's been too long...

This moment, it's really been too long...

Fang Zichen didn't understand why he was crying, so he kissed his tears away, resisted the impulse, and asked in a hoarse voice: "I'll do it Does it hurt you?"

Brother Zhao shook his head.

"Then why are you crying?" Fang Zichen suddenly realized: "Oh, you feel so good."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Fang Zichen, the sixth child, is still talking: "Listen to them, you will cry when you feel so good. "

Brother Zhao: "..."

Fang Zichen laughed and brushed his hair. His handsome features reflected the moonlight outside the window, and every word seemed to be confusing, making people uncomfortable. The magic of conscious obsession: "Don't worry, I will make you cry enough tonight."

A man must keep his word.

As soon as he said it, let alone a four-horse horse, it was difficult to catch up with nine horses at his current speed.

Fang Zichen kept his word.

Brother Zhao's voice became hoarse at the end. He felt as if he had been run over. His legs were a little weak and his feet were shaking slightly. Fang Zichen used the remaining hot water to wipe his body and carried him back to the room.

He hurriedly took a cold shower and returned to bed. He smiled obediently at Brother Zhao and said, "Brother Zhao, come on, tell me how you feel afterward. Okay, let's keep going. What can we do?" No, you can tell me and I'll think about it."

Brother Zhao wanted to kick him, but he couldn't do anything and could only give him a look: "I don't want to talk to you."

Fang Zichen was stunned when he heard this. Why do you talk more like a scumbag than me? You just slept with me and you were like this. If you sleep with me a few more times, won't you be tired of me? Tsk, you are such a scumbag."