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Chapter 81

"What are you talking about?" Brother Zhao almost laughed.

"I'm not talking nonsense!" Fang Zichen sat aside and grumbled: "You are a scumbag who specializes in deceiving innocent boys like me. I know that you only like my beautiful body and interesting soul. , now that you have me, you won't cherish me anymore."

Brother Zhao chuckled.

Fang Zichen poked him, and the boss was unhappy: "Why do you still have the nerve to smile? We are discussing a very profound topic now. You should be serious when facing a little boy who has just been deceived physically and mentally!"

Brother Zhao endured it . He smiled and pinched his waist: "Who lied to you?"

Fang Zichen looked at him. He didn't think much of Brother Zhao before. In modern times, he saw more people. At most, he thought he was cute because of his delicate features. Now I fell in love with her. She seems to have grown on my heart. Her round face, big eyes, and pink lips are so cute.

He deliberately made people angry and said, "I don't know who he is. I only know that his name is Brother Zhao, and his face is as round as a plate."

Brother Zhao hit him: "...your face is like a plate."

" Did I tell you?" Fang Zichen darted left and right, trying not to let him hit him: "Don't hit anyone by yourself!"

Brother Zhao couldn't hit anyone, so he threw the pillow and made a fuss for a while. When Fang Zichen lay down, he lay on Fang Zichen's back. On the chest: "My waist hurts so much."

As soon as his tone softened, Fang Zichen was at a loss. He squeezed him obediently, not lightly nor hard. He had just taken a cold shower and his palms were slightly cold. Brother Zhao thought of him again in the kitchen. Holding his waist, he trembled all over, and the horrible feeling of surging blood came up again, and he punched him angrily.

"Why did you hit someone again?" Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao raised his head and glared at him without any intimidation: "I just told you not to do it, and you still do it."

"It's not my fault!" Fang Zichen rubbed his earlobe and said cowardly: "I didn't do it the first time. Experience! Besides, when you said no, you bit me very hard, and you didn't seem to be happy when I stopped, and you kept rubbing your legs on my waist

, with a muffled voice . Stifled and shy, he said: "You, shut up."

After quarreling with others, Fang Zichen felt both physically and mentally refreshed. He didn't expect it to be so comfortable. The first eighteen years of his life were really wasted, but when he thought about it, eighteen years ago I am a minor, and my mental and physical abilities have not reached the maturity mark, so it is better not to do this kind of thing. I should do what I should do at any age, and just recharge my batteries.

He felt so good that he couldn't sleep. He rubbed Brother Zhao's soft waist and said, "Brother Zhao, let's talk!"

Brother Zhao: "What are we talking about?"

Fang Zichen: "Whatever!"

"But I I don't know what to talk about." Brother Zhao was sleepy, with tears in his eyes: "I have nothing to say."

"Nothing to say?" Fang Zichen said in surprise, "When we first got together, we stayed together all night long. Did your mother help you talk during the conversation?"

Brother Zhao: "..."

Why does this little husband like to talk nonsense so much!

When did they talk all night long?

Fang Zichen seemed to be getting older all of a sudden, and he liked to chatter: "Your name is Zhao Xu, and my name is Fang Zichen. I feel that we are really destined."

I knew Brother Zhao's name when he went to the Yamen to apply for household registration last month. Brother Zhao said it himself.

"Xu means the way the sun rises, and morning also means the sun rises. I feel that the two of us are really destined."

Brother Zhao remained silent.

Fang Zichen said again: "No wonder you like me so much."

Brother Zhao couldn't see his smug look. Although he was right, he had just been bullied and had to be tough. He said: "Why do I like you? Don't Nonsense."

"You are telling the truth again." Fang Zichen turned to his side and held his cheek with one hand. Brother Zhao opened his eyes wide and saw that his collar was slightly open, revealing his fair skin, slender neck, and perfect jawline. He smiled. Looking at him, his eyebrows were full of pride.

Fang Zichen said firmly: "Stop sophistry, I love to eat, and you also love to eat. How could there be such a coincidence in the world, you just like me."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao was convinced .

...

After a night of trouble, Brother Zhao cooked breakfast the next day. He was a little worried that Fang Zichen couldn't get up, so he was going to go back to the room to call him. Unexpectedly, Fang Zichen had already woken up. He was eating fried minced pork with pickled beans and some porridge, so he did it by himself. I ate two bowls without even looking at the buns.

On the way to work, he felt refreshed and felt a little floaty. He was in a good mood and everyone looked pretty. When he arrived at Zuixiao Tower, Shopkeeper Yang was already there.

He happened to be wearing a new set of clothes today, dark brown. Fang Zichen praised him: "Uncle Yang looks good in this outfit, and he looks several years younger."

Shopkeeper Yang liked hearing this, and he laughed, with a twinge in his eyes. He frowned, and was about to say a few words of humility when Fang Zichen said again: "It looks like forty-five or six."

Shopkeeper Yang: "..."

Shopkeeper Yang's chest lit up, and he almost gritted his teeth and said: "I just started this year." Forty-four. "

Flattery would be awkward if it were someone else.

But Fang Zichen didn't know how to write the word "embarrassment" at all.

When shamelessness reaches a certain level, it will be called a strong psychological quality. He spoke righteously, without panic or shame, and said: "I know! I was just joking with you."

Guaizi wore new shoes today. So happy.

Fang Zichen had a good eye and bought a light purple one for Brother Zhao and a yellow one for Guaizi, with two little yellow chickens pecking at rice embroidered on them.

The embroiderer's embroidery is good, lifelike, and chubby and naive.

Fang Zichen thought of the good boy squatting next to the chicken coop and imitating the chirping of chickens. He thought he would like it, so he bought it even though it was expensive.

It's just a bit big.

The good boy put them on and began to walk cautiously. After taking two steps, he would look down to see if the shoes were dirty. Brother Zhao looked funny and carried him on the back of the sheep.

It happened to be a market day today. Brother Zhou wanted to go to the town to buy some salt and thread, so he waited at the entrance of the village and wanted to go with Brother Zhao.

The village chief drove the bullock cart and stopped at the entrance of the village. People came one after another. The bullock cart was full after a while. When he saw Brother Zhou not getting on the cart, he asked.

Brother Zhou said he would wait for Brother Zhao and walk instead of taking the bullock cart.

Just as he was talking, Brother Zhao came over with the sheep.

Everyone on the bullock cart was stunned.

I saw the good boy sitting on the back of the sheep, holding a big-faced bun and chewing it.

Such a big bun would cost more than four cents!

He often does needlework and sells it in the town. When I saw the shoes on his feet, I was envious.

The shoes worn by the villagers are usually made of old clothes, like the pair on Guaizi's feet. They are made of brand-new fabric. The material is better than what they wear, costing eighty or ninety cents less.

People in the village didn't know about Fang Zichen's purchase of the sheep. Brother Zhou was a little surprised: "Where did the sheep come from?"

Brother Zhao replied: "My husband bought it."

Sheep, in addition to eating, can also be used as camels. No, not even plowing. Farmers can only sell sheep but not buy them.

Most of the people who buy sheep are people from the town.

Brother Zhou seemed to understand a little, but he still asked uncertainly: "Did he buy it for the good guy to ride?"

"Yes!" Brother Zhao nodded.

The good boy smiled and sweetly shouted: "Uncle Zhou."

Brother Zhou liked to touch his head the most: "Is riding a sheep fun?"

"It's fun." The good boy said, "I'll ride for Yo Yo when I get home. "

Brother Zhou didn't even know what to say and found it a bit funny.

How can anyone ride a sheep?

The good boy was sitting on the back of the sheep, blinking his big eyes, looking at it and being amused.

The people on the oxcart listened and admired, feeling that Fang Zichen really doted on his stepson.

We were just walking a little, but we were all afraid of getting tired. There was no child in the village who was not running around in the village or in the fields.

A sheep gets one tael more than two taels of silver!

Rich people just know how to make things.

The village chief said hello to Brother Zhao and drove the old scalper away.

Someone was still looking at Brother Zhao: "Brother Zhao seems to be running to town every day lately! What are you going to do?"

"Selling blood sausage." Someone who often goes to town to sell vegetables knew it and said, "It seems that he has been running to town recently. What kind of hot sauce are you selling? "

Apart from working in the fields, people in the village don't have any profitable skills. It's not easy to do business. Even if you have some skills, if you do well and sell well, you will be targeted.

For example, the old Jiang family of Xiaorong Village can make wontons. The stall business is good, and they are envied by their colleagues. At first, they asked gangsters to collect stall fees, and later they asked people to smash them. Fortunately, the Jiang family knew the people, otherwise the stall would be destroyed. Even if it is smashed, it is considered light, but if it is beaten and thrown back to the village half-broken, it is called unlucky.

Without a background, it is really difficult to get around in the town.

"Then how is his business?"

"It's very good. People in the town are rushing to buy that hot sauce. A bottle is so big," the man gestured, and threw a shocking thunder: "One jar, one hundred Wen ."

Everyone gasped: "Really?"

The man said, "It must be true, I was there at the time."

"What kind of hot sauce is it selling?"

Everyone was chattering, wanting to see Zhao . Brother, is the business really that good? Those who sell things choose the stalls near Brother Zhao, and those who buy things don't buy anything. They just take a look first.

Brother Zhao told the good boy to take good care of the sheep. This is the most valuable thing in their family and cannot be thrown away.

As soon as the backpack was put down, with the wooden planks laid across it, the jars of hot sauce placed one by one, and the blood sausage put aside, someone started to gather around.

If you eat too much hot sauce, you will feel a bit addictive.

One hundred cents per jar, which is not too big. I took a few spoons and lost most of it. However, I mixed the noodles twice and used them as dipping sauce. I ate them a few times. If I stopped eating, I always felt like something was missing. I couldn't eat anything. No taste at all.

So some customers thought it was expensive, so they still bit the bullet and bought it. At worst, they would eat a few kilograms less meat.

The people in the village saw Brother Zhao surrounded by a group of people. The people in the town were fighting and shouting for a jar of hot sauce.

The good boy grabbed a piece of blood sausage, squeezed out of the crowd, and wanted to give it to the old beggar across the street.

The old beggar was pitiful. He had a broken leg and was dressed in rags. Every day he pushed a broken bowl and dragged his two stumped legs around the streets. He was unkempt and skinny. The good boy secretly gave him a gift a few times. Blood sausage.

He thought he had done it covertly, but the town was full of people and people, and no matter how busy Brother Zhao was, he was always distracted by him.

It was not far across the street, right under his nose, so Brother Zhao felt relieved to let him go.

As soon as the good boy squeezed out of the crowd, he saw the old beggar being kicked and beaten by two young men. He was curled up, holding his head, and tremblingly shouting "please spare my life, please spare my life" one after another. He looked very... Unfortunately, there were people coming and going on the roadside, but no one came forward to stop him.

The good boy remembered that when he was playing with Fang Zichen, Fang Zichen rolled up his sleeves and said to him: "We are men, and men must protect girls and boys."

"Yeah!" He said, "We must respect the old and love the young, and protect Bi. We are weak people and little animals."

"Yes, that's right."

Then Fang Zichen kissed him.

If you do good deeds, you can kiss him. A sense of justice suddenly arose in Guaizi's heart. He couldn't stand it any longer. He lowered his head and bumped into one of the men as if his soles were oiled.

Chapter 82

The two men were unprepared. One of the men in green was staggered by the boy and almost fell down.

"Who the hell is looking for death?"

He cursed and glanced over, but didn't see anyone.

The companion wearing brown clothes next to him pointed at the short and cute boy.

The good boy was too short. He opened his hands like a hen protecting its calf, and protected the old beggar behind him. After hanging out with Fang Zichen for several months, his words were different from those of the children in the village: "In broad daylight, Lang Lang "Qiankun, are you beating Ren for Ximo?"

The man in green was very angry: "Little brat, if you don't want to be beaten, get out of here."

The good boy didn't fear him at all and asked, "Did he beat you?

" The man was amused by these words.

Not to mention that the old beggar was skinny and had two broken legs. Even if his legs were not broken, how dare an old man hit them?

Simply overestimating one's abilities.

The man in brown clothes shook his head: "How dare he!"

The good boy asked again: "Then he scolded you?"

The man in brown clothes said impatiently: "No."

"Then you beat him up for no reason for Simo? You still have something in your eyes?" No royal method?" Guaizi asked with a frown.

The man in Tsing Yi was very arrogant: "I'll fight you if you want! If you don't leave, I'll beat you too."

I don't know when a circle of people gathered around. There happened to be a teahouse to the left of the boy. By the window on the second floor, Mr. Wu and A middle-aged man was staring at the boy.

Yang Mingyi was also there, and he stopped when he saw the good boy rushing out.

"Good boy?"

Mr. Wu turned around and said, "Do you know that kid?"

Yang Mingyi put down the tea cup and said, "Yes, he is Brother Fang's son."

It's Brother Fang again!

Mr. Wu really took a keen interest in Fang Zichen. Yang Mingyi was afraid that his good boy would be bullied, so when he was about to get up and go downstairs, the middle-aged man stopped him.

"Don't be nervous, let's see again."

"But..."

"It's okay," the middle-aged man looked at Guaizi and said with a smile, "He won't be beaten."

"Jun Ji move If you beat the child without using your mouth, you will not be a man." The good boy started to pull the tiger skin. Although his palms holding the blood sausage were sweating and his little heart was beating a little too fast, he was not a man. He didn't show any signs of it. On the contrary, he still looked like he was not afraid of anything.

He said: "If you dare to touch me, my father will definitely make you unable to eat and carry around."

Children in the village want to go to town. Before going out, their parents come to give them many warnings: "Don't run around when you get to town. Don't offend people." He said too much, and children are generally afraid and timid when they go to strange places, and Fang Zichen likes to be clean. No matter how tired Brother Zhao is every day, he always keeps himself and his little boy clean. Guaizi always wore old, patched clothes, and he cherished his new clothes tightly. Except for the oil and water that accidentally spilled when eating, they were always clean.

When Aunt Liu gave him clothes, she thought that children would grow up quickly, so the clothes were made a little bigger. When the good boy wore them, his wrists and ankles would have to be rolled up in two layers. Although it looked a bit funny, the material of the clothes It is not difficult to see that he is excellent, and he speaks differently from the children in the village.

How can the children in the village understand the saying "a gentleman speaks but does not use his hands"?

Although the good boy is short, he has an aura of 2.8 meters at the moment. His palm-sized pink and jade-carved little face is very dignified, and there is no fear in his eyes, as if his courage is as big as his head. He is dressed in silk and satin clothes, which makes people... It is inevitable to doubt whether he really has any power in the town.

The man in green and the man in brown are ordinary people in the town. They have no power or background. Yesterday they went to a brothel together. Because they didn't have much money, they married a girl. Today they woke up and went out. But the madam and some people stopped them, saying that they were playing too much, the girl was seriously injured, and she had to pay some money for medicine.

Even if they were willing to do anything for more than a dozen taels, the madam had people beat them up and humiliate them in various ways.

After coming out of the brothel, both of them were angry. When they came to West Street, they happened to see the old beggar begging, so they came up to vent their anger.

Anyway, he is just an old beggar. If he cannot be beaten to death, the government will not care about him. The government doesn't care, and ordinary people don't care either.

He's just an old beggar, and he's helping out, but there's no benefit at all, and he might even get himself into trouble.

The man in Tsing Yi had already decided to give up. He just wanted to vent his anger and didn't want to get into trouble, but it was embarrassing to be intimidated by a little kid.

He asked: "Who is your father?"

The boy raised his little head and said, "My father is my father."

"..."

This was like farting, as if he didn't say it.

The old beggar tugged at the boy's clothes. He seemed to have no strength left, and his voice was soft and inaudible: "Child, let's go quickly..."

The boy's sense of justice was at its most inflated, and he was unwilling to leave: "Grandpa, don't be afraid. , I have benevolence behind me." After appeasing him, he turned to glare at the two men, waved his egg-sized fists, and said aggressively: "You two bad guys, go out to find out who the father is on the four streets of southeast and northwest. "If you dare to touch a hair on my head, you will be ruined."

Yang Mingyi was a little worried at first, but after hearing his big words, he suddenly felt a little speechless.

Mr. Wu shook his head and laughed: "This kid, you dare to say something."

Brother Zhao finished selling the hot sauce and saw that the good boy hadn't come back yet, so he went to look for it and happened to hear this.

He didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. Looking at the two men, he didn't know when his son had become so bold. What if the other man was not frightened and really beat him?

My son is so short and thin, if the other party kicks him, he will probably fly away.

The hot sauce was bought quickly, but the blood sausage was not easy to sell now, so it took until noon to sell out.

Brother Zhao was a little at a loss and wanted to find someone to notify Fang Zichen, but he didn't know anyone around him. The villagers from Xiaohe Village who had just set up a stall near him had already gone back.

Brother Zhao did not dare to leave, fearing that his son would be beaten if he left. He stood nervously in the crowd and did not go out, because as soon as he went out, he was wearing coarse clothes, and his good boy would be exposed.

There were a lot of people around here, and it was market day again, so the streets were blocked. The man in green and the man in brown were hesitating whether to kick the kid to save face or run away, when a few strong men pushed him aside. The crowd came over.

"What are you doing?"

They are all tall and tall, and everyone who often sells stalls on West Street knows them.

This group of people are local snakes on West Street, specializing in collecting protection fees. Unlike other gangsters, they charge outrageous protection fees and are indifferent. Their reputation in this area is quite good.

As soon as the leader saw the good boy, he smiled: "Hey, little guy, it's you!"

As soon as he said these words, the man in green and the man in brown knew that they had really kicked the iron plate, and looked at each other. At one glance, he wanted to sneak away, but as soon as he took two steps, two men surrounded him behind him.

The leading brother knows Guaizi, and Guaizi also knows him.

These uncles bought blood sausage from him and even praised him for his cuteness.

The obedient boy hugged the leader's leg. The elder brother bent down, pinched his little face, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you being bullied?"

"Yeah!" Guaizi nodded, pointed at the two people, and said, "They want to beat Guaizi!"

After receiving Fang Zichen's instructions, the leading brother immediately gave the younger brother a wink, and saw a group of strong men gathering around him, eager to fight. The man in green's legs trembled: "We didn't hit him. It was all a misunderstanding. It was a misunderstanding."

The leader ignored them. These two people smelled of rouge and had sly looks. Even if it was really a misunderstanding, so what? If you hit, hit.

The good boy watched them being dragged into the alley and laughed, his eyebrows arched and his voice clear: "Thank you, uncle."

Even the tough guy was impressed by his cuteness.

"Next time someone dares to bully you, tell your uncle."

After everyone dispersed, Brother Zhao walked out with a cold expression.

"Daddy~" The good boy was still happy. He rushed to Brother Zhao and asked for praise, saying, "Good boy, you do good things."

"Turn your butt around." Brother Zhao said coldly.

The good boy immediately covered his butt, confused: "Daddy?"

Brother Zhao squatted in front of him, his tone was a little reproachful, and asked: "What did I tell you before going out?"

The good boy said honestly: "Daddy said Don't run around, don't cause trouble."

Brother Zhao: "Then you did it?"

"But my father said that when the road is rough, you have to draw a sword to help."

Brother Zhao choked for a moment and said suspiciously: "That's what he said? Just this? No more?"

The good boy muttered: "Father said, you should do what you can within your ability, and don't overestimate your ability, otherwise you will die no matter what. No way."

Brother Zhao took a breath and said, his husband is not so unreliable.

"Then you rushed out just now?"

"But the good boy has a kind heart behind him." The good boy puffed out his chest and said, "My father told me that he is a kind man behind my back. He will protect me, no one bullies me." My father will beat him until he peees."

Brother Zhao: "..."

His husband is still unreliable.

These two cannot be left alone together in the future.

Brother Zhao felt a little tired.

The good boy gave the old beggar blood sausage to eat. The old beggar occasionally folded some small dragonflies from leaves and gave him small grasshoppers.

The old beggar is a good man.

Good people cannot be beaten.

The bad ones deserve to be beaten.

The good boy gently tugged on Brother Zhao's clothes, lowered his head and said, "Dad, don't be angry."

He had a small hair tied on his head, and his hair was thin and soft. Others who were malnourished would inevitably have rougher hair, but The boy is malnourished, which is reflected in his thinness.

His eyes are dark, his mouth is pink, his neck is not as big as his wrist, and he is thin and short. When he looks at people helplessly, he looks very pitiful.

Brother Zhao touched his face and said reluctantly: "Daddy is not angry, he is just worried about you."

"Good boy said to the west." Good boy's legs were pressed tightly together, his little hands were holding the corners of his clothes, and his voice was very soft: " "Being beaten will be very painful, and I want to help him."

He said it very softly, but these words hit Brother Zhao's chest like a heavy hammer. He felt a huge pain in his heart and let out a deep breath. It took a few breaths to calm down my racing heart.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he could still see the good boy curled up on the ground being beaten and scolded by the Ma family.

Only those who have experienced it and been beaten can know that being beaten is very painful.

When they were at Ma's house, Guaizi and Brother Zhao were often beaten.

Not only Ma Da Zhuang and Ma Lao Niang will hit them, but Ma Lao Er and Ma Lao San will also take action against them sometimes when they are in a bad mood. They are like the Ma family's punching bag. Anyone who is upset can be scolded and kicked.

Brother Zhao usually has to work. Sometimes it rains and it is inconvenient to take the child with him, so he tells the good boy to stay in the woodshed and not come out.

The good boy has been beaten a lot, and he is also afraid of the Ma family. He will hide whenever he sees him, but in the same yard, if he looks up but does not look down, sometimes he can hide, sometimes he cannot hide.

The Ma family must have had bad genes in their bones. Once when the good boy was about to go out, he met Ma Lao Er at the gate of the courtyard. He stepped aside in panic, lowered his head, shivering and pressed against the dirt wall, trying his best to Reduce the sense of presence, but even so, Ma Laoer still noticed him. I don't know if he was angry outside or had a quarrel with Mr. Li that day. He was in a bad mood. When he saw the good boy, he sighed and took a few steps. He went over and grabbed the good boy by his collar, lifted him up, slapped him in the face, threw him to the ground, and kicked him hard.

The good boy couldn't resist. He was beaten and it hurt a lot. He didn't cry out and just silently shed a few tears. Ma Laoer finished his anger and walked away. He lay there for a long time and struggled a few times but nothing happened. After being able to get up, Brother Zhao came back carrying firewood and saw his son, curled up like a puppy, lying alone on the ground.

When he opened his clothes, his back was bulging due to his thinness, and there were dazzling purple footprints all over it.

Brother Zhao went crazy and rushed to the main room with a hatchet, saying that he would die with the Ma family.

Among the three strong men of the Ma family, he was useless even carrying a hatchet and was beaten. The Ma family threatened him that if he dared to do this again next time, he and his son would be sold to a brothel.

These days, there is no difference in appearance between boys and men, and most of them are good people like Long Yang.

The Ma family has a contract to sell him, and they can sell him at will. Their son is still young, so Brother Zhao doesn't dare to gamble.

Guaizi knew that Brother Zhao was beaten by the Ma family because of him, and he would not tell Brother Zhao if he was beaten again. He just wiped his tears, pretended to be okay, and ran out to find Brother Zhao.

Because I have been beaten before, I know that when you are beaten, the pain will spread all over the body, making you unable to breathe, temporarily paralyzing you, and even killing you.

Chapter 83

: The good boy was beaten at Ma's house every three days. Brother Zhao felt that as a father, he failed to protect the good boy. He blamed himself very much. No amount of accusations could be made at the moment.

He was holding his dear boy and was about to say something when there was a commotion on the street. Before Brother Zhao had time to see what was going on, a cold voice came.

"Who dares to touch my son? Get out..."

The crowd automatically moved to the sides. Mr. Wu poked his head out and saw a handsome young man leading a group of people in from the street in a menacing manner.

The young man's aura was astonishing, his whole body was full of chills, and the people behind him were all heavy-backed and fierce-looking.

If you want to say that the boss who helped Guaizi appeared to be looking for trouble, then ignore Fang Zichen's extremely arrogant and fierce appearance. His aura is like a fierce butcher carrying a big knife, who enters the pig pen and wants to destroy the place. His face was filled with the aura of "Don't talk to me, or I'll kill you."

Everyone was stunned.

The surrounding area fell into silence for a moment.

Brother Zhao was stunned for a moment, and he didn't react until Fang Zichen approached with a frown.

Fang Zichen was so anxious that he couldn't breathe evenly.

Businessmen love to be sociable. Fang Zichen's adoptive father told him since he was a child, "You can make friends all over the world and you won't be afraid no matter where you go." 'In addition, he has such a mouth, he is used to talking to people and talking nonsense, and he can chat with everyone. After working in Zuixiaolou for so many months, Fang Zichen will recognize anyone in the town who has some power and dignity. Got it all right.

He has outstanding appearance, good temper, looks gentle and has an extraordinary temperament, but he is also eloquent and can chat about anything. He is also humorous and many people like to call him brother.

When Brother Zhao started selling blood sausage, he said hello to the boss on West Street and asked him to take more care of Brother Zhao. Unexpectedly, this boss was so unreliable that he was bullied. Son smashed.

When he received the news, Fang Zichen was settling accounts. When someone said that his son was about to be beaten, the brush was suddenly broken by him.

The boy was so young, Ma Xiaoshun could hold him down and beat him. If he was beaten by two grown men... he would be

either half dead or half disabled.

It happened that during lunch time, the boss of the casino was leading people to eat in the lobby. When he heard about this, he immediately called for his younger brothers to follow him.

The 'legal' system is not perfect these days. As long as the person cannot be beaten to death, the government will generally not take care of it. If it does take care of it, the most it will do is sentence the other person to jail for a few days, pay some money, and the punishment is not painful or itchy.

The people in the town look down on the people in the village. Sometimes when there is a little friction when selling things, the people in the town will punch and kick the farmers at every turn.

Fang Zichen walked fast, his mind running at high speed, thinking about all kinds of things that would happen to a good boy after being beaten. Was his nose and face already bruised and swollen? Are you already missing an arm or a leg? Are you screaming 'Father'?

Fang Zichen was so anxious that he had already thought about where the two bastards would be buried.

He panted and looked around, the coldness in his eyes was as real as: "Where are the people?"

The people around him didn't dare to breathe. When they saw him looking over, they backed away silently.

The good boy was hanging his head, but when he heard Fang Zichen's voice, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Father~"

He rushed towards Fang Zichen and hugged his legs tightly.

The good boy wanted to be praised and kissed. He let go of his hand and kept jumping like he was stepping on sparks, eager to tell Fang Zichen about his heroic deeds just now.

He opened his hands and said, "Father, hug him."

Fang Zichen didn't say anything or hug him. Instead, he squatted down, opened up the good boy's clothes, and then went to take off his pants. He saw that his belly was white and his buns were big. His butt was round and there was no sign of being spanked, so he breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the good boy.

"You scared me to death."

The good boy was so happy when he saw Fang Zichen, he was like an old hen that lays eggs and kept laughing. The child's skin is smooth and tender, like water tofu, and Fang Zichen especially likes to rub his face with him.

After rubbing against each other a few times, the boy thought it was a sign of affection, so he immediately hugged Fang Zichen's neck and rubbed his face against him.

"The good boy just helped Grandpa Bird." The good boy said, "Father, are you tired of being a good boy?"

Brother Zhao came over and pinched his little buttocks.

Fang Zichen patted Brother Zhao's hand: "You scumbag, what are you doing with your hands and feet? If you have the ability, go back and come at me." He ignored Brother Zhao's wide eyes and turned to face the good boy. He said: "My son is really good, he knows how to help others."

Brother Zhao told what happened just now, and the good boy was a bit pretentious and bullied others. He said: "My son must be taught by you." It's broken."

"How is this possible!" Fang Zichen touched the boy's forehead: "You are gentle, kind, hardworking and considerate. I, a child of a century-old good family, have two shining examples in front of him every day. How can he learn from me? Bad? It's just a joke. "

When Brother Zhao takes over the cooking, he takes the credit half way. When raising his son, he also likes to take the credit half way.

"Besides, I fed my son a lot of shit and piss, so he must be kind at the right time. Even if he grows crooked, I can still find a way to straighten him back."

Brother Zhao stared at him with big eyes, saying that he was a good boy. Zi fought for human rights: "You feed your son with shit and urine."

Fang Zichen realized that he had said the wrong thing, smiled, bumped Er Sha in his arms, and asked him: "Er Sha, come here, tell your father, you Will you learn to be a bad guy?"

"No!" Guaizi said righteously, clenching his fists seriously, "Good boy, you don't want to be a bad guy, bad guys love to beat Ren, and they also scold Renhe. If you steal something, the bad guys will go to jail and be beaten, and the beatings will hurt. The good guys will have to tie up their breasts, and the good guys will have to make good eggs."

Fang Zichen was swollen and proud after hearing this: "Look, look, how tall he is .

Brother Zhao: "..." Seeing

that Brother Zhao still seemed to be frightened, Fang Zichen held his hand, squeezed it gently, and said comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, West Street. I've said hello to people here. You and your son can walk sideways on this street. No one dares to provoke you. If there are those blind people like today again, you can run to me with your son and see. I won't chop off his legs."

This was a bit confusing. Brother Zhao opened his mouth but said nothing.

On the way here this morning, Brother Zhou asked him if he had ever been troubled after selling things in the town for so long.

The blood sausage sold very well at the beginning, and many people were jealous. Once, a man came to buy it. After eating it, he saw that his clothes were shabby and he was a brother, so he asked him bluntly, "blood sausage." How? Besides peanuts and ginger, what else is added?

Brother Zhao just wanted to sell blood sausage to earn some money for Fang Zichen to study. How could he tell him that the man directly threatened him and would smash his backpack and beat him if he didn't say anything.

But as soon as the man said the threatening words, he was taken away by a group of people who rushed up!

That group of people were the subordinates of the eldest brother who had just helped Guaizi. Brother Zhao thought they were helping to maintain order on West Street, but unexpectedly...

Brother Zhao felt warm in his heart.

Although her husband is not very reliable, in some aspects, it gives him an absolute sense of security.

Seeing that nothing happened, the boss of the casino told Fang Zichen and waved the younger brothers away.

Fang Zichen pinched Guaizi's little nose and talked to him.

"How dare you touch my son? My dear boy, do you remember what those two people look like?"

"Remember!"

"Very good. If you see them again next time, come and tell your father. See if he doesn't treat them. Cut into pieces."

How cruel this statement is!

Mr. Wu listened for a while and originally thought that the 'Brother Fang' in Yang Mingyi's words was so good at settling accounts and playing chess so well that he must be in his twenties, but he didn't expect that he was so young. He looked like he was Not as good as the weak crown.

He previously wanted to get acquainted with Fang Zichen and discuss chess skills together. Now that Fang Zichen is teaching his son, he just wants to go down and educate Fang Zichen.

The middle-aged man laughed out loud. He felt that Fang Zichen was so arrogant. He had been an official for many years and was considered the boss in Fu'an Town, but he did not dare to say to his son, "This is my territory, you can walk sideways in the future." This young man is quite arrogant.

Fang Zichen didn't understand what they were thinking, so he led Brother Zhao and walked towards East Street with the boy in his arms.

There is an old man over there who specializes in selling candied haws on a stick. He performed well today, so I bought him two bunches of candied haws on a stick and praised him.

Brother Zhao was carrying a backpack and there were people around him. Fang Zichen asked him in a low voice: "Does your waist still hurt?"

Brother Zhao's eyes fell on their linked hands, and the clean breath on Fang Zichen's body moved as he approached. Bit by bit, they invaded and surrounded him, which was inexplicably reassuring.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Brother Zhao said.

Not far from the East Street, there are also candied haws on a stick. Fang Zichen bought four skewers, and Brother Zhao and Guaizi each had two skewers.

Brother Zhao didn't want it, so he declined: "Why are you wasting this money? I'm too old to eat this."

"Then you've been eating since you were a child, why are you still eating when you're older?" Fang Zichen forced it on him: "Take it. Come on! I saw you really like food last time."

Brother Zhao had all sold out, and Fang Zichen had to go to work in the afternoon, so he had to send people to the gate of the town.

He didn't go to bed until most of the night last night and got up so early in the morning. Fang Zichen was afraid that Brother Zhao would be tired, so he told him: "Go back and eat, and rest first. If there is any work left for me, I can go back and do it in the evening."

Brother Zhao The son smiled and said, "I know."

The good boy sat on the back of the sheep obediently: "Father, the good boy will miss you!"

Fang Zichen kissed his forehead and placed another kiss on the left and right sides of his face: "I will miss you too. You."

"Father, I can't bear to leave you."

"Son of me..."

"..." Brother Zhao wanted to sigh: "That's enough."

After wandering back home, Brother Zhao . He rubbed his waist. Fang Zichen asked him twice last night. Fang Zichen asked him if his waist still hurt. He said it didn't hurt but he was lying. The table he was eating on was so hard and he hadn't experienced this for a long time. How could it be possible? It doesn't hurt.

But I couldn't rest even if I was in pain. There were too many things to do at home.

There were two buns left in the morning, so Brother Zhao heated them up and shared them with Guaizi, barely making up a meal.

In mid-October, it started to get cold in the morning and evening, but it was still hot at noon. After the buns were warmed once, they were very dry. After one swallow, the boy knitted his brows together and stretched his little neck.

Brother Zhao got a bowl of water and asked him to eat the steamed buns.

Chapter 84

As soon as they finished eating, Uncle Liu's daughter-in-law came carrying chili peppers. Chili peppers were not expensive, only three cents per pound. Brother Zhao went back to the house and counted sixty copper coins.

Uncle Liu's daughter-in-law was very happy after taking the coin. She took out her purse and was about to put it in it. Brother Zhao said, "Sister Liu, why don't you count it."

Uncle Liu's daughter-in-law is the daughter of Uncle Liu's cousin. The relationship between people is that of uncle and nephew. According to modern times, close relatives are not allowed to be together, but people here pay attention to getting closer to each other.

Chili peppers are grown in every household. Just one pepper will produce many seeds. They are also spicy. People in the village usually use them as ingredients. They can only eat a few in a meal. The vegetables grown in their own fields are worthless and they are all sold. If you don't go out, a lot of it will rot in the ground, but if you don't plant it, the ground will be empty, and you'll feel like it's a waste.

Although they are all from the village, there is also a huge gap between the rich and the poor in the village.

People like He Daleng, who have been rooted in Xiaohe Village for generations, have dug up half of the mountains to open up wasteland, so the family has more land. There are also one or two vegetable plots in the village. When Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu fled with their children, When I came to Xiaohe Village, I was also lucky. There was a family in the village. The son of that family lost a lot of money in a bet, so he had no choice but to sell his land. Uncle Liu took out all his belongings and went to the village chief's house to borrow money. , I could barely scrape together enough money to buy a vegetable plot in the village.

Some people don't have vegetable plots in the village, so they can only grow vegetables in fields far away from home. Not to mention the difficulty of picking vegetables every day. It's so far away, and halfway up the mountain, it's very difficult to carry water to water the vegetables. , it took a lot of hard work, but it was finally grown. It was far away from the village, and the popularity was sparse, so the animals became arrogant. Birds pecked, worms, and mice bit them. In the end, there were no hairs left, so they died of waterlogging and drought. It's more practical than digging wild vegetables.

Liu's two vegetable plots are fully planted every year.

Oil and salt are expensive. Every time, the oil is added in drops, and the salt is given in grains. If there is less vegetable oil and salt, the food will not taste good. Moreover, there are only eight or nine people in the family, and they are not sows, so they cannot eat much vegetables. She felt that the copper plate was just like picking it up for free. Even if it was a few cents less, it didn't matter.

She smiled and said kindly: "It's okay, Brother Zhao, you are honest, I trust you."

Ms. Liu sat down in the main room with a smile.

Although she is usually a little nervous, her character is not bad and she knows how to be good.

The ancestral house of the village chief's family used to be in tatters, with the yard full of weeds, and most of the thatch used to protect the roof from the wind and rain had been swept away by the wind. The walls were crooked and the tiles were rotten, and the house was full of depression and mess.

But now the room is clean, with tables and benches, and in order.

There are several wooden piles placed on the right side of the yard near the house. It seems that Brother Zhao brought them back from the mountains and used them to sit on.

On the left side, some radish seedlings, cabbage, coriander and green onions are planted. They are green and look very pleasant.

There were kites hanging on the wall and some snacks piled on the table, all of which Fang Zichen bought.

Brother Zhao likes to eat sweets, but he is reluctant to eat them on weekdays, so he only eats a little bit every day.

When he was eating, the good boy ate, but when he didn't eat, the good boy was greedy, but he didn't make a fuss. He was really greedy, so he leaned on the table with his chin in his hands and looked at it. Just looking at it seemed to satisfy his craving. Same, and then ran away.

Brother Zhao opened the oil paper and let Mrs. Liu eat it.

Mrs. Liu took the triangular-shaped pastry, which was yellow and orange with some sesame seeds sprinkled on top. After taking a bite, she knew that this pastry was sweet and delicious, and probably not cheap.

The good boy got a piece, he was so happy that his eyes almost burst into laughter. .

"Thank you, dad."

He climbed onto the stool opposite Mrs. Liu and sat down, his two short legs dangling in the air.

The snacks were a bit powdery and would fall off easily. He ate them carefully, putting one hand under his mouth and licking the fallen crumbs clean.

He was used to being thrifty, and now that he had no shortage of snacks, he still couldn't bear to waste any of them.

The snacks were not big and she finished them in a few bites. Ms. Liu was not embarrassed to eat more, so she left after chatting for a while.

After seeing Liu off, Brother Zhao started washing the peppers and chopping garlic again.

Seeing that he was busy, the good boy took a bamboo tube and a sickle to dig out earthworms and cut the grass.

He didn't go far, he was just on the ridge of the hill. Brother Zhao could see him as soon as he came out of the yard.

The village chief and his family are the only ones in the village who have cattle. There is a lot of grass suitable for sheep to eat in the fields, beside the roads, and on the ridges of the fields.

When Angkor came back with a bundle of firewood on his back, he saw the boy mowing the grass with his little butt sticking out.

Although he may be small, he is holding the grass in his left hand and the sickle in his right hand. His mowing movements are very formal and standard, very similar to the same thing.

Others are strong and can pull it with just one stroke, but he is weak and has to cut a handful of grass back and forth. The sickle is obviously very sharp, but he is like sawing wood. He doesn't cut much grass and gets tired first. Got to sweat profusely.

Brother Wu watched for a while, walked over, and greeted with a smile: "Good boy."

Good boy raised his head and blinked: "Uncle Wu."

"What are you doing?" Brother Wu asked, because Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao After saving his life, and having given birth to a child myself, after becoming a parent, I particularly like children, and when I see a short guy with big eyes like Guai Zai, I can't resist him.

"Cut the grass and feed the sheep." The good boy blinked and looked behind him and asked, "Where is the younger brother?"

Wu Geer laughed and touched his head: "My younger brother is still young and is at home! Guai Zai

seemed a little embarrassed and said shyly: "Guai Zai, can I go to your house to see my brother when you have time?" After that, before Angkor had yet to reply, he added nervously: "I will clean it up." Hands on hands."

He said a little nervously. Except for Aunt Liu's house and He Da Leng's house, he had never been to anyone else's house in the village.

People in the Ma family often scolded him. Ma Xiaoshun led a group of children to isolate him, and sometimes some talkative women and husbands even pointed at him.

So in his shallow and limited memory, he thought that he was unpopular and unloved.

But his brother was cute, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Of course you can!" Brother Wu couldn't help but pinched his face gently: "Would you like uncle to cut it for you?"

The boy shook his head: "No, the boy is very good at his job!"

Brother Wu laughed. Made a sound.

Still awesome?

It took half an hour to cut a handful of grass. If it were cut any slower, the sheep in the family would starve to death.

In the evening, Fang Zichen came back and after dinner, Brother Zhao bathed and dried the good boy and asked Fang Zichen to carry him back to the house to get dressed.

Pour the bath water into the vegetable patch. I have been busy today and sweating again. There is still a lot of hot water in the pot. Brother Zhao plans to wash his hair. It has been a long time since he finished washing his hair and taking a bath. As soon as I arrived at the door of the room, the sweet boy's silver bell-like laughter came from inside.

The good boy was still naked with his buttocks exposed, and he didn't know what kind of game he was playing with Fang Zichen. He was like an octopus, with his two short legs tightly wrapped around Fang Zichen's neck, his hands holding his head, and his belly pressed tightly against it. Fang Zichen's face.

Fang Zichen knelt on the bed, shaking his head like a mad cow, as if he wanted to throw the good boy off.

The good boy's buttocks were facing the door. He hugged Fang Zichen so hard that his face turned red.

Fang Zichen was so dizzy and suffocated that he had no choice but to sip Guaizi's belly like jelly.

The good boy couldn't bear the itch, so he twisted around and kept laughing.

Fortunately it's not very cold right now. If it were winter, I might catch a cold.

Brother Zhao sighed and went over to take off the good boy: "Get dressed first."

Fang Zichen lay down on the bed tiredly. Brother Zhao remembered that the kitchen cabinet had not been closed yet, and there was a plate of leftovers in it. Rats were rampant at night. After the good boy got dressed, he went out again.

The boy crawled over and lay on Fang Zichen's chest: "Father, the boy wants to hear your story."

"Okay!" Fang Zichen said.

The stories that children should listen to should be educational ones, but Fang Zichen doesn't care about human affairs!

"Once upon a time, there was a child named Wang Tiezhu..."

He said that Wang Tiezhu's life was not good! Hit a ghost.

When he went to fetch water at night, there was a gurgling sound in the well. He looked out and saw a woman with disheveled hair crawling out of it. She had red fingernails and was wearing a white dress. Her body was swollen, her arms were covered with corpse spots, and her left eyeball was It had been dug out, and it was empty, crawling with maggots, and a small snake came out of her nose.

The female ghost stretched out her rotten hands with white bones exposed, and tried to drag Wang Tiezhu into the well. Wang Tiezhu was brave and fearless, and scared the female ghost away with a splash of boy urine.

Then when he went to bed at night, he heard movement under the bed. It seemed like someone was scratching the board of his bed with nails. When he looked out from the bed, he bumped into a female ghost with no whites of her eyes and a slit mouth to her ears. .

Later, he found that his back was sore. When he passed by the river, in the shadow reflected in the river, there was a female ghost with black water wrapped around his back.

Anyway, it's just a series of nonsensical ghost encounters.

The ghost will appear in the water tank, in the latrine, in the cupboard, in the cauldron, under the bed, on the back. Anyway, it is like air, everywhere and pervasive.

Fang Zichen made up the story as if it were true. At this time, an oil lamp was lit in the room. The flame was so big that the room was a little dark. The wind blew in from the open window and the roof, and the firelight swayed.

As he spoke, he also imitated that eerie voice. The sweet boy's heart almost broke when he heard it, and he hugged Fang Zichen's arm tightly with his two little hands.

The last time Liu Liu came to play at home, Fang Zichen also told ghost stories. A few days later, Brother Zhou came to visit and said he didn't know what happened to Liu Liu. He had been suspicious these past few nights and was often frightened to the point of peeing in the middle of the night.

Brother Zhao was so embarrassed at the time that he didn't dare to say anything and was too embarrassed to say anything.

Brother Zhao was standing at the door now, his forehead twitching faintly. He wanted to go back to the kitchen to get some sticks and pack the ingredients for a morning meal, but...

a gust of wind blew by, and the leaves behind the house rustled, as if mixed with... Mixed with some weird unknown sounds.

Brother Zhao's back felt cold, and he felt as if a pair of scarlet eyes were lying outside the fence, looking at him through the hole in the fence, and he ran into the room with a hiss.

When Fang Zichen saw him coming in and met Brother Zhao's cannibalistic eyes, he broke into a cold sweat and immediately stopped talking.

The good boy frowned. He drank a large bowl of bone soup in the evening. Now he was anxious. He sat up, pulled Fang Zichen's clothes, and whispered: "Father, the good boy wants to pee."

He wanted to drink water. , Fang Zichen might have gone to bring it to him immediately, but he said he wanted to pee...

he didn't want to take the good boy there.

To be honest, Fang Zichen has been in Xiaohe Village for so long that he has adapted to everything else, but he is not used to the huts here.

The huts here are really intoxicating.

I don't know if this is the case in other places, but the huts here in Xiaohe Village are quite simple. They dug a big deep pit, and then put a few wooden boards on the entrance of the pit, leaving a slit in the middle of the board, and then surrounding it. This became their hut.

Every time he went to the toilet, Fang Zichen was in "pain". If he couldn't hold it in anymore and couldn't deal with it directly outside, he really didn't want to go into the toilet. The water in the latrine was as dark as winter and had a strong smell. When something fell down, water splashed everywhere. Even though he knew that there were wooden boards blocking the splash, he would still subconsciously get up and go into the pit every time he solved the cycle of grains. It's like doing squats, so tiring.

The smell of the latrine is too great. When you go in and come out again, it's like smoked bacon. It smells both inside and out.

There are many mosquitoes in the mountains, and the mosquitoes in the latrines are always buzzing. Going to the latrine and going in and out can add two pounds to the buttocks.

At first, Fang Zichen was a little worried, fearing that he would become anemic due to mosquitoes when he went to the toilet.

Now that he had taken a shower and was clean, Fang Zichen was not happy to go.

He looked at Brother Zhao: "Brother Zhao, your son wants to pee."

Brother Zhao didn't say anything, just glanced at him lightly, walked slowly to the bed, took off his shoes, crossed him, and lay down Inside, he put his hands on his lower abdomen, closed his eyes, and said: "I fell asleep!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen was stunned.

What kind of operation is this? ?

Just sleep when you say sleep?

So awesome?

Don't be such a fool!

He poked Brother Zhao: "Brother Zhao?"

Brother Zhao didn't move and ignored him.

Fang Zichen poked again: "Brother Zhao?"

Brother Zhao was as motionless as a dead fish.

"Brother Zhao, baby, you little sweetheart, my good husband, my dear, please answer! Your son is about to wet his pants." Fang Zichen screamed randomly, one after another, and Brother Zhao's face was already red. He was deaf, but he still pretended not to hear.

You can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep. Fang Zichen was completely speechless.

The good boy couldn't hold it in anymore. Fang Zichen was really afraid that he would wet the bed. Seeing that Brother Zhao really didn't want to pay attention to them, Fang Zichen wanted the good boy to go alone.

The good boy shook his head, he almost peed after hearing it: "But the good boy is afraid of ghosts! If the female ghost takes the good boy away, his father will have no children to destroy him, and his father will be pitiful."

Fang Zichen even wanted to fool the ghost, and immediately He said to the good boy: "Er, don't be afraid of any difficulties we encounter. Face him with a smile. The best way to eliminate fear is to face fear. If a female ghost or a male ghost comes, we will kill him." Don't be afraid, take the first step bravely. Our first step is to start from the toilet. Come on, father, I believe in you. Ollie..."

He said it with righteousness and clarity, child. The most unfaithful guy, the good boy was filled with passion when he heard it. Fang Zichen whispered a few words to him again. He laughed and felt that he was already awesome on the spot. Even if there was a ghost coming, he would punch him with a small fist. , can also beat the ghost to pieces.

Guaizi stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and whined like a little wolfdog: "Guaizi is a brave man. Brave men are not afraid of ghosts. Ollie..."

He got off the bed and put on his clothes. He clenched his fists with his shoes and ran outside.

When Fang Zichen saw him going out and was gearing up to punish Brother Zhao, the obedient boy's sharp screams came from outside.

His heart skipped a beat, and he stood up like a carp, put on his shoes, and rushed outside.

Brother Zhao also got up from the bed and followed closely behind.

However, he still took a few steps slower.

Crossing the yard, bypassing the kitchen, and arriving in the backyard, he saw Fang Zichen standing at the door of the hut, looking shocked.

Brother Zhao was stunned for a moment, feeling something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

Fang Zichen pointed toward the latrine: "You, see for yourself."

He stepped aside, and Brother Zhao entered the latrine, his eyes widening.

The moon was shining brightly outside with few stars, and although it was still a little dim inside the latrine, I could barely see clearly.

The good boy was standing under the latrine, covered in sewage, with a few small sticks of wood that he usually used to wipe his buttocks stuck in his head. He raised his head and shouted to Brother Zhao with tears in his eyes: "Daddy, help! !"

Brother Zhao subconsciously looked at Fang Zichen. The two looked at each other funny for a few seconds before Fang Zichen struggled to squeeze out a sentence and asked: "What should I do?"

He was speechless.

In his more than ten years of life, he had never seen anything big or stormy, and for the first time, he was confused.

"...Get it!" Brother Zhao said.

You can't give it up!

This hut has a bit of history.

It was dug by the village chief's father when his father was still alive. Among the wooden boards on the pit, the one near the door was bitten by insects and was empty inside.

Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao have long steps, and usually they just step on the second block. Brother Zhao also told Guaizi before, asking him to pay attention, but when he went to the latrine tonight, all he could think about was, he When he takes off his pants, in the dark pit of winter, will someone stretch out a hand to poke his butt? If he punches him, will he beat that devil to death? He is a brave man, and there is nothing wrong with him. Not afraid of ghosts.

The good boy didn't have a big brain to begin with. Thinking about this, Brother Zhao forgot what he had told him before. He stepped on the wooden board and the wooden board broke. He fell directly into the pit.

This person will be fished out, dirty, as if he just crawled out of the black mud.

Fortunately, the thing that was pulled out has melted, otherwise it would be hanging on the body, which would be really embarrassing.

Fang Zichen stared at him for a while, his eyebrows twitching.

······If you smash it here, do you still get it?

It smells so good, but now it's going to stink.

Do I need to pour boiling water to kill the poison?

However, if the boiling water is poured on, his son will probably really die!

He is just such a son!

The good boy stood pitifully in the yard, his wet clothes clinging to his thin and thin body.

Just as Brother Zhao was about to get hot water in the kitchen, he saw Fang Zichen running to the side, covering his mouth, holding on to the wall, and started vomiting.

He was silent and said nothing.

I don't know what happened, but Guaizi was very strong before and kept holding back from crying. Now, after seeing Fang Zi suffering from morning sickness, tears fell from his eyes and he sobbed softly.

There is no chemical fertilizer these days, so if you want to fertilize the land, you have to use dung water from the pit.

But if a family has more than ten acres of land, that little excrement and water will not be enough.

So they usually use it to water vegetables. The villagers go up the mountain to cut firewood. When they need to urinate, and their homes are far away and they can't run back, they have to run to their own fields as much as possible.

The village chief's cow is usually let out to raise, but when it poops, it has to be picked up again!

Poor! There is no way, every stitch, every thread, every millimeter, if you can, don't use it, if you can, save it.

The manure in the latrine had been picked up by the village chief's family to water the ground before. The manure in it now only appeared after Fang Zichen moved in.

It's not that he and Brother Zhao pee a lot, but that Brother Zhao always pours the dirty water from washing pots and meat into the pit and into the yard, which will become very dirty after a long time.

They are all things produced and sold by the family, so there seems to be no need to dislike them so much.

Moreover, farmers usually carry dung water to pour vegetables, and they often get splashed. If it doesn't matter, just wash it off.

Fang Zichen comforted himself and helped carry water.

After flushing three times, Brother Zhao put the little boy into the basin. In October, the night was already a bit cold.

The good boy was shivering, and his lips turned purple from the cold. Brother Zhao was afraid that he would catch the cold, so he washed the honey locust twice and wanted to take him out. He glanced at Fang Zichen, shook his head, and stretched out his arms with a cry. With his short index finger, he said: "Daddy, my dear boy needs to be washed again."

Brother Zhao asked him to sit down and helped him rub his belly: "Okay, daddy will wash it for you." "

After washing for the last time, Fang Zichen went back to the house and took out clean towels and clothes. Guaizi stepped on Brother Zhao's thighs and dressed him obediently. His hair was thin, and it was almost dry after wiping it with the towel twice.

Guaizi In the past, they had to sleep in the middle of

the bed , but Fang Zichen was so clingy that Zhao Geer and Fang Zichen wanted to have a private chat, a kiss, and a pop, but they had to wait until he fell asleep to move him inside. He lay down by himself, and Brother Zhao wanted to go outside to tidy up, so he curled up into a small pile facing the wall. His back looked lonely and pitiful,

and then he turned over and squeezed in . Brother Zhao buried his head in his chest and held onto his clothes tightly.

He would be like this when he was beaten, scolded, or wronged at Ma's house. Brother Zhao thought he was still afraid. , then gently stroked his back and whispered comfort: "It's okay, don't be afraid, daddy is here! "

At night, all sounds can be amplified. Fang Zichen stood up and leaned over, wanting to see what the father and son were whispering behind his back,

"What are you talking about? "

The good boy raised his eyes and met his eyes. The good boy suddenly buried himself in Brother Zhao's arms again, as if he was embarrassed.

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen was stunned. He

just felt strange . It's weird.

It's just a trap. Did this fall open up the Rendu line? He was so embarrassed.

The next day, Brother Zhao was going to the town to sell hot sauce. There were a few yesterday. A guest made a reservation. He saw that the good boy had been hesitant after getting up, so after thinking about it, he asked him to stay at home.

Before leaving, he worriedly told him: "Just stay at home and don't go out to play." After he finished speaking, he felt that a child would be bored if left alone for a long time. He added: "You can also go and play with Yoyo, but don't go to the river or run to the mountains, you know?" "

Guaizi can already swim, but most of the young men who drowned in the village in the past years can swim.

Guaizi nodded: "Guaizi went west. "

He sent Brother Zhao out, stood at the door and watched Brother Zhao walk away, then turned and went back to the house.

...

Lunch time in Zui Xiaolou is the busiest time.

Shopkeeper Yang was dizzy as he dialed the abacus, and looked back at Fang Zichen.

In the afternoon, Yang Mingyi arrived late , copied two

copybooks, and played a game of chess absentmindedly, and then said: "Brother Fang, I'm here. I may not be able to come in the future. Fang Zichen

felt quite sudden: "Huh?" Why? I haven't finished studying yet!

Yang Mingyi said: "My aunt is pregnant. " "

Yang Mingyi is just a concubine, and there is a difference between legitimate concubine and concubine. Regardless of whether Mrs. Yang has a male or female child, compared with Yang Mingyi, the one in her belly is the orthodox heir of Zuixiaolou.

Fang Zichen frowned slightly and asked: "It's you Dad asked you not to come again, it was your own idea. "

Yang Mingyi lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Fang Zichen understood: "Did Mrs. Yang talk about you?"

Mrs. Yang didn't let Yang Mingyi come because she didn't want him to come in contact with the people in Zuixiao Building. Another reason was that she wanted to imprison him in the backyard. The more Yang Mingyi learned, the more he learned. , the more promising, the greater the threat to her. What Mrs. Yang said at that time was very unpleasant.

"Who do you think you are? A bastard who is neither male nor female, and dares to dream about things that are not his own, get out!"

The servants covered their mouths and laughed, as if they were mocking him.

"Yeah!" Yang Mingyi nodded. Thinking back to this, he still feels embarrassed. After a while, he said: "Father originally wanted me to inherit Zuixiaolou, but...she said that I don't have a share in Zuixiaolou."

"That's all she said. It's not like you are the one who is in charge of the family." She and your father didn't tell you not to come, so why don't you come? Besides, are you your father's child? Do you want to call him dad? " Fang Zichen didn't have the idea that the legitimate son was superior and the bastard was inferior to others. , he said:

"Since we are all his children, and we are all called daddy, why don't you have a share in Zuixiaolou? If you do evil things, have evil intentions, are ignorant, and have no skills, then forget it, but I I think you're pretty good! If your father dies in the future, this Zuixiao Building will be his inheritance. As his son, you should also have a share of the inheritance. It doesn't make sense that you won't be given half of this Zuixiao Building."

This is like saying. It was so disgraceful that Yang Mingyi's usually expressionless face became shocked: "I'm just a concubine."

His tone made Fang Zichen slightly dissatisfied: "What's wrong with the concubine? The concubine doesn't have two eyes and one mouth, they are all the same Yes, there is no saying that you will be inferior to your legitimate son after birth. Even if everyone outside thinks so, you can't think so. Once you really think so, you are really inferior."

Fang Zichen looked at Yang Mingyi . , couldn't help but think of the girl in the class who sat in the back row in the second year of high school and always kept to herself, but in physical education class, she mustered up the courage to give him water.

That girl was very shy and timid. Because she was the daughter of a mistress, she was always looked down upon in school, but Fang Zichen felt that this shouldn't be the case.

She has never made any mistakes since she was born, so why should she suffer unfair criticism?

If you are wrong, it is also your fault.

Her mother may have indeed destroyed other people's families and seduced other people's husbands, but she didn't.

That senior was isolated, teased, bullied, and forced to drop out of school.

Yang Mingyi couldn't help but squeeze the small white chess piece in his hand. The veins on the back of his hand were obvious: "But I..."

"Not that many buts." Fang Zichen interrupted him. He knew that the times were different, and there must be some differences in his thinking. Difference, he did not intend to impose his thoughts on Yang Mingyi, but said:

"We can't choose to be born, but we can choose our own life. No one stipulates that every flower must bloom into a rose. In the world Good things come from hard work, and only the weak will wait for distribution. Whether they are generals, prostitutes, poor people, or beggars, they are all ordinary people, and they are all experiencing life in their own way of survival. Robbing, not hurting others, being upright, there is no such thing as being inferior to others."

Yang Mingyi was still young after all, and Fang Zichen's words had a great impact on him. No one had ever said such words to him, and it was the most common thing he had ever heard. , that is, 'This kid is quite smart, but it's a pity that he is not only a brother, but also a bastard, alas~'.

Yang Mingyi subconsciously asked: "Brother Fang, what should I do?"

He didn't covet the nightclub, and if Yang Mutao didn't give it, he wouldn't say anything, but he wanted to learn to settle accounts, learn to play chess, and didn't want to be stuck behind. In the courtyard.

For brothers and girls, the period before they get married is the only time they can call themselves free. After they get married, they can only be trapped in a cramped backyard and a dusty kitchen. Surrounding men and children.

Yang Mingyi longs for and yearns for freedom.

Fang Zichen had just given him a splash of chicken soup for the soul, and the image in Yang Mingyi's mind had just become tall and majestic, but the next moment he said: "You come as usual and learn more skills from me. I'm not bragging. Once you learn it, you can Making money every day, just a Zuixiao Tower, it's nothing. Just like your aunt, she regards Zuixiao Tower as a treasure."

Yang Mingyi: "..."

Yang Mingyi's expression began to change . Gotta be a little weird.

Still making money every day?

You are so capable, why are you still working as the accountant in Zuixiaolou?

You're just blowing.

Yang Mingyi pursed his lips and wanted to tell Fang Zichen to be more low-key, but his mouth moved and he couldn't say anything.

Fang Zichen didn't seem to notice that he was hesitant to speak, so he patted his shoulder and said, "If Mrs. Yang talks about you again, just think that she is spitting shit. Don't take it seriously. If you call me brother, I will take it." You treat me as a brother, just be patient. When I get rich and get nominated on the gold medal list, I will come back to find a place for you."

He said it in a coaxing way, as if he was already a master of public examination and was nominated for the gold medal list. Just like picking something out of a bag, tomorrow you will be able to achieve great success.

Yang Mingyi: "..."

On duty in the afternoon, Fang Zichen chatted with shopkeeper Yang and found out that Mrs. Yang was pregnant for more than a month.

Fang Zichen was a little puzzled and thought it was too coincidental.

Almost as soon as Yang Mingyi came to Zuixiaolou to study with him, Mrs. Yang became pregnant.

I heard that Yang Mutao had five or six concubines in his backyard. He was only in his forties this year, so he was not too old. However, Mrs. Yang and those concubines had not had any movement in their stomachs for more than ten years. However, there was movement at this time. Fang Zichen just felt that there was something. So a little question.

Yang Mutao... Isn't his head green anymore?

Yang Mutao was checking the general ledger, and saw that he kept looking over his head. His eyes seemed to be hesitant to speak, but also about to move, as if he was expecting something. When he saw him looking over, he hurriedly turned away his head.

? ? ?

What is this young man doing?

After finally getting through to the end of work, Fang Zichen walked back calmly.

At this time, there was almost no one on the road. He picked up a small stick from somewhere and waved it while thinking about something.

In another half month, the weather will get colder. I don't know if it will snow here, but the roof at home needs to be repaired, quilts need to be bought, and clothes and shoes need to be bought. He originally wore a short-sleeved round-neck T-shirt. With a pair of thin trousers and a pair of flip-flops, Brother Zhao and Guaizi... don't mention it!

Winter is cold and clothes are not easy to dry. Everyone has to buy at least three sets of thick clothes. Winter clothes are expensive, so Lin Lin finally managed to save several taels of silver!

A few days ago, he was buying sheep, and the price was so high that smoke came out of his throat. In the end, he still lost two taels of silver, and now he still has four taels left in his pocket

... Oops,

my belt has to be tightened again this month.

We have to find a way to make some money, and we can't just rely on Brother Zhao.

Relying on father, relying on mother, relying on husband, he is not considered a good man. He is a handsome and strong man, how can he be a weakling?

Halfway through the journey, as soon as he turned a corner, he suddenly stopped and stood motionless.

A blind bear, more than half a meter tall and as big as an ox, was walking slowly from the opposite road.

Fang Zichen broke into a cold sweat, and his legs seemed to be cold and trembling a little.

Damn it!

Blind bear!

How can this be done?

Now Barbie is Qing.

He looked around. There were mountains on the left and mountains on the right. The grass was half as tall as a man. He could only run backwards. But, could he, a two-legged beast, outrun a four-legged one?

I've been traveling this way for several months, and I haven't run into him before. What's going on today?

Fang Zichen thought about it and realized it.

He shouldn't think about watching his boss play.

No, retribution is coming.

Blind bear! Even a wolf would be nice.

The bear opposite seemed to have noticed him, stopped and looked up at him.

Fang Zichen forced himself to calm down and not panic. What should I do now? His mind was almost racing.

Lying down and pretending to be dead?

No, if you lie down, you will really die.

Run now?

Nope either.

I ran and chased after him, but then I couldn't fly.

If you run and chase it again, there will be a pile of bones.

Why didn't this blind man run away when he saw someone? This damn thing was so embarrassing.

Fang Zichen's nerves were tense and he gritted his teeth and walked over with his limbs a little stiff.

The bear saw him moving and came over.

One walked inside and the other walked outside. The distance got closer and closer. My heart was pounding. Every step was like walking on a tightrope, like walking on thin ice. I was cautious. If I take a wrong step, if I am not careful, if I am distracted, I may not be the best. There was nothing left. Until the moment of "passing by", Fang Zichen seemed to hear the breathing in its nostrils. He was afraid that it would suddenly retaliate, so he turned back to look at it frequently. The bear didn't know what was going on. I also looked back at him frequently.

Like a pair of fateful mandarin ducks unwilling to be separated.

After walking a few dozen meters, Fang Zichen could no longer hold back and started running.

When he first came there and saw the wild boar, he didn't feel so scared.

I was really scared to the point of peeing at this moment.

Brother Zhao was cooking in the kitchen while holding some.

The good boy was sitting on the door railing at the entrance of the courtyard, holding the corners of his clothes tightly with his two little hands, looking into the distance, but Fang Zichen didn't come back for a long time. Brother Zhao called him in the kitchen and asked him to go to the backyard to feed the chickens.

Today Brother Zhao went out, and the boy sat at home for a while, then went to the vegetable field to pull weeds, and broke off a few cabbage leaves to feed the chickens. When the chickens were full, he took the sheep out and surrounded the village. After going around a circle and coming back, the sheep's belly was also full.

Even though he is young, he is not vague at all when doing things. He is already quite experienced in feeding chickens.

Tonight, stir-fry shredded pork with sour bamboo shoots and add chopped green onion and egg soup.

Brother Zhao was beating eggs when Fang Zichen rushed in from the door.

His head was covered with sweat, and his usually pale face turned red.

Brother Zhao put down the bowl. Before he could ask him what was wrong and why he was running in such a hurry, Fang Zichen started shouting.

"Brother Zhao!"

"What's wrong?" Brother Zhao asked.

Fang Zichen: "I tell you, you almost became a widow."

Brother Zhao immediately frowned: "Why are you talking nonsense again." He didn't like Fang Zichen saying such things.

"I'm not talking nonsense." Fang Zichen felt a little scared at this moment. If he encountered a tiger or a wolf, he thought he could learn from Wu Song, but Xiong Xiongzi, such a big guy, was as rough and thick as a cow. He felt that no matter how awesome he was, he couldn't be beaten to death with just one punch!

"I just met a blind bear on the road."

In modern society, except for people who are mentally ill, ordinary people would have passed by with a punch... Let you fool people here.

But in ancient times, that was nothing unusual.

There are tigers, but a bear is just blind. Isn't that normal?

A few years ago, some people went into the mountains to cut firewood and saw Xiong Xiazi's excrement by the stream. They came back and reported it to the village chief. Therefore, the village chief even held a village meeting at the sun drying field to ask the villagers to pay attention when going up the mountain to cut firewood. A little bit.

In the past winter, wolves often came to the village at night.

At that time, Brother Zhao could not sleep all night long. The Ma family's firewood shed was in tatters. The door was made of two wooden boards. There were wolves howling outside. He put the firewood behind the door and lay down on the straw with his little boy in his arms. In the pile, I was cold and scared, and I didn't dare to look away from the door for a moment.

There are many wild animals on the mountain, but they don't come out of the mountains at ordinary times.

Brother Zhao panicked for a moment when he heard this, his hands were shaking, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Are you okay?" As he said this, he wanted to untie Fang Zichen's clothes to see if he was injured.

Male animals will instinctively want to show their strongest and best side in the presence of female animals.

Fang Zichen was scared to death at that time, but he definitely couldn't say this, as it would damage his image of greatness in Brother Zhao's mind.

He took Brother Zhao's hand that was stretched out to his chest and started to blow: "It's okay, you don't have to worry, it's no match for me."

Brother Zhao was confused: "Huh?"

"I punched it, and it went directly He fell to the ground and couldn't get up." Fang Zichen said nonchalantly: "The blind man looks a little bigger, but he is actually very soft." As he spoke, he remembered the scene just now.

Why didn't the blind bear attack him?

This is the time when they are hunting like crazy and preparing to gain weight for the winter!

Could it be that... it was frightened away by the fierce masculinity in me?

One of the instincts of animals is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and this may be the case.

Thinking this way, Fang Zichen laughed proudly, and his braggadocio got louder and louder.

The blind bear was so big, he punched him, and the blind bear almost flew away. When he was fighting with the blind bear, he was so powerful, the scene was so thrilling, and how he was in Under the fangs of the blind bear, how did he use his extraordinary wisdom to avert danger?

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao is uneducated, but he is not stupid.

Fang Zichen didn't have a hair out of place and his clothes weren't dirty. Who are you trying to deceive?

He was more inclined to think that Fang Zichen really met Xiong Xiazi, but there was no fight, so he probably ran away.

His eyes fell on Fang Zichen's legs. Fang Zichen was tall and had long legs, so he should be able to outrun Blind Bear.

Brother Zhao doesn't believe it, but some people do.

Chapter 85

There was a noise at the door. Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao looked over and saw the good boy pulling on the door frame and looking at them with his head stretched out.

When he looked at Fang Zichen, there was admiration, admiration, admiration, but also a trace of uneasiness and grievance in his eyes.

Fang Zichen just felt weird that the good boy was clinging to him. Usually when he came back from work, he would jump on his lap when he saw him. Now...

he waved to the good boy: "Smash, come here."

Good boy Like a girl, she was shy, hanging her neck, fidgeting with her clothes, and walked slowly over.

This look looked very familiar. It was like this the first time he called Fang Zichen to wake up and the first time he called his father.

Fang Zichen sighed!

When the boy was one meter away from Fang Zichen, he refused to move forward, as if he was deliberately keeping a distance and avoiding him.

Fang Zichen frowned, grabbed his armpits, and lifted him up.

The good boy exclaimed: "Ah~"

"What's wrong?" Fang Zichen asked, "Have you grown up and don't want to kiss your father anymore? Or are you shy when you see a handsome guy?"

The good boy didn't say anything, and he looked at Zhao Brother looked.

After all, he popped out of his own belly and raised him for three full years. He was always inseparable. Brother Zhao knew him best. As soon as he stuck his buttocks out, Brother Zhao knew what he was about to fart, and also knew why he farted. Why is this, but he didn't mean to speak for the good boy, he only said: "Father is asking you something!"

The good boy looked at Fang Zichen again, then lowered his eyes, clasped his two little hands together, as if making a mistake, very lightly and very He said lowly: "... The good boy stinks."

"Huh?" Fang Zichen was stunned, and then he realized what he was doing. He was probably misunderstood by his son when he vomited yesterday.

"Isn't it smelly? Wherever it is, let me smell it." He said and went to sniff Guaizi's neck.

The warm breath sprayed on his neck. The boy felt itchy and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Fang Zichen finished sniffing the left side and the right side: "It doesn't stink! It smells so good when my son smashes it. Why does it stink?"

The good boy lifted up his clothes again, revealing his white belly that bulged with his breathing. Fang Zichen understood and lowered his head to smell. After a moment, he started sucking: "It doesn't stink!"

The boy laughed, mustered up his courage, held Fang Zichen's face in his hands, and asked, "Is it really good?"

"Yeah!" Fang Zichen looked at it very seriously and touched it. The good boy's soft sideburns coaxed in a gentle voice: "It doesn't matter even if you stink! Stinky men stink, how can you be a man if you don't stink."

Brother Zhao: "..."

He is teaching his son randomly again .

The good boy was fooled again, and he was happy. His big eyes were shining brightly. He nodded fiercely: "Yes, yes, men must be stinky!"

Brother Zhao's head was full of black lines when he heard this. It can no longer be speculated.

Fang Zichen picked up the boy, bravely and proudly, waved his hand and said: "Let's go, father will avenge you."

Brother Zhao looked towards the backyard through the small window of the kitchen, and saw Fang Zichen coming outside the latrine and kicking him. He stepped out of the latrine, looked around, picked up a stick, and hit the latrine twice.

"I'm so angry that even my son dares to eat it. You're going against the grain. Believe it or not, I'll blow you up later."

The good boy climbed down from his arms, stretched out his short legs, and kicked both of the latrines. Next, he said in a sweet voice: "Kick you, kick you."

Fang Zichen faced the latrine and threatened: "From now on, if my son comes to squat in the latrine, you have to squat for him. If you mess with your son again, I will overthrow you. "Do you understand?"

"Do you understand?" Guaizihu pretended to be fierce: "You are so stinking, Guaizi won't play with you. If you dare to eat Guaizi again next time, I will ask my father to beat you." Cry."

Brother Zhao: "..."

These two father and son must be stupid people!

He used to think that Guaizi was smart and could recognize things quickly. He knew many kinds of wild vegetables when he was just over two years old. If you taught him to recognize them once, he would be able to remember them firmly and he was also diligent. But now...

he He tightened the spatula in his hand and took a breath, as if he had accepted it and compromised. When Fang Zichen came back with the boy in hand, he asked: "Can you teach your son?"

"What can't I do? Fang Zichen put his hands on his waist and said with great enthusiasm: "I am best at teaching children."

...

The dinner is simple, just stir-fry and soup.

People must learn to recognize the reality. Fang Zichen has accepted the transition from a rich second generation to a poor person/silk.

He can eat any stir-fry dish deliciously.

It hasn't been so hot recently, and his appetite has improved. After eating two large bowls of white rice, Fang Zichen said he wanted to go to the village chief's house.

Brother Zhao thought for a while and said, "Should we pay some money to the village chief's family?"

"Huh?" Fang Zichen didn't understand: "What money?"

Brother Zhao said.

Fang Zichen saved the life of the village chief's father. Because of this kindness, the village chief arranged the old house for him to live in.

But you can't just keep dominating other people's houses like this.

This is not always good.

Although the village chief's family had no objections, those outside would inevitably feel that Fang Zichen was trying to repay a favor.

A favor is a favor, and a house is a house. When Fang Zichen carried the old man back from the mountains, it was just a casual thing, without any intention of getting any benefits from him.

In that scene, a person, as long as he has some conscience, would not turn a blind eye or ignore it.

Fang Zichen said nonchalantly: "You can make the decision. I don't know much about these things."

Brother Zhao said: "Yeah! Then you will bring four hundred Wen later."

If you give the money, the house will be regarded as rented.

Fang Zichen knew a little about the house prices in the town, but there was no precedent for renting a house in the village. His own house was not enough to live in, and few people would come to the village to rent a house. A house as big as the village chief's house, and such a spacious yard. , Fang Zichen didn't quite understand how much a month's rent was, but Brother Zhao said one hundred cents, two cents for a meat bun, and three cents for two eggs. According to this price, one hundred cents is enough.

Fang Zichen pulled a stool and leaned next to Brother Zhao, bumping him with his shoulder: "You are so considerate, you are really my dear husband."

He smiled mischievously, and Brother Zhao's face turned red. He punched him in shame and anger: "What nonsense are you talking about? My son is still here!"

He has been working all year round and has a lot of strength. He also controlled his strength. Although Fang Zichen didn't feel any pain, he still said,

"You can't beat me at all times. " Where do people learn their flaws? I'm strong now, so it doesn't matter if you punch me twice. But when I get old, you can't do this anymore. When the time comes, my legs and feet will be inconvenient, I will be weak, and I will have osteoporosis. You can punch me again. Come here, I'm paralyzed."

"I'll take care of you if you're paralyzed." Brother Zhao said.

Fang Zichen: "..."

Fang Zichen probed: "What do you mean? You mean, you won't let me go when I'm old?"

Brother Zhao smiled, looking very happy, and he said "If you mess with me, I'll beat you all the same."

Fang Zichen licked his lips and couldn't say a word.

This woman has really changed a lot before and after her marriage.

I remember when Brother Zhao first came here, he was submissive, gentle, considerate, and shy. His little face would turn red after saying a few words. He couldn't think of anything after not seeing him for a day. He came back late carrying a big bag and had to run to the village entrance. Squatting down and waiting for him, you will get his virginity. Knowing that you can't live without him, you start to show your true nature, and you will punch him whenever you disagree.

Tsk...

This guy is really good and bad, but he likes it.

There were a lot of copper coins at home. Fang Zichen counted four hundred coins. Before going out, the good boy ran over and hugged his legs with a nine-ring ring in his hand. Grandma said: "Father, the good boy is going too. "

Fang Zichen doted on his stepson to the core and responded to his every request. He immediately picked up the good boy and walked out.

At this time, it was just after dinner, it was not yet dark, and all the work at home was finished. A group of people went to the grain drying field to chat, while the children chased and beat them.

Although the village is poor, the scene looks peaceful.

There is a small slope on the left side of the grain drying farm, and there is a path on it.

He Da was stunned when he saw Fang Zichen passing by with his boy in his arms, and said hello from afar.

"Fang boy, where are you going? Let's chat!"

"No." Fang Zichen said, "I'm going to the village chief's house. I have something to do with him."

He walked a little further, and a man tutted: "This way "Young man, he seems to be doting on his stepson!" I don't know what to think. "

Most of the men in the village hug their grandchildren rather than their children. They may hug their children twice when they are young, but when they grow up, they can walk and run. " Sorry, it seems like one look is too much.

Unlike Fang Zichen, the good boy is obviously three years old, and he is still holding him, so forget it, and buy him a sheep, but he is just a stepson, his own blood does not flow on his body, and it is not his own, so no matter how he raises it, he will Unfamiliar ones.

His tone was sour, and no one echoed his words.

They say walls have ears, not to mention there isn't even a wall here and there are so many people. No one wants to say anything bad about Fang Zichen for fear of being beaten.

The pain of being beaten is light, but it's like being beaten to the point of being unable to fight back and losing face like Liu Lezi and the Ma family.

Liu Lezi is shameless and wanders around the village after his legs heal, but they can't be as shameless as Liu Lezi.

And this man is Brother Zhou's father.

I heard that this old guy had been encouraging Brother Zhou to get back together. When Brother Zhou was not married, he shouted every day that Brother Zhou was a loser and it would be better to raise a pig than to raise him.

Pigs can be put on the market after a year of raising them. If they are raised well, the meat can be sold for two taels of silver.

But as for my brother, it will take more than ten years to raise him, and in the end it will only be a gift of three or four taels.

Brother Zhou's father used to yell a lot. Now he wants to see how people can make money, and he is chasing Baba. He just thinks that others can't see his thoughts.

He Da couldn't understand his behavior, so he took the small bench he brought from home and silently sat further away.

Uncle Zhou was extremely depressed when he couldn't get any support.

He turned back to look at Fang Zichen's walking back, feeling furious in his heart.

Why Brother Zhou is able to deliver food to Zuixiaolou is not because of Brother Zhao's relationship.

Brother Zhou can earn more than one tael or almost two taels a month now, but the money he earns is all at an advantage to the Liu family. However, his own father has not made even half a penny. This boy Fang really knows. He helps the Liu family, but not himself. Without him, how could Brother Zhou stand out on his own?

If Brother Zhou comes back from Heli, all the money he earns will belong to the Zhou family. If you calculate it in a small area, one tael of silver a month, then in half a year, the family will be able to build two more rooms.

The two grandsons at home have grown up, and they can no longer share the same room with their son and daughter-in-law.

The two grandsons are very smart. They asked Brother Zhou to order a variety of dishes and earn more money. When they are older, they can be sent to the academy.

There are no scholars in Xiaohe Village yet, and the Zhou family will be the only one by then.

The more Uncle Zhou thought about it, the more he thought that was the case. He patted his butt and stopped talking. He went home to discuss with his old lady how to coax Brother Zhou back.

Arriving outside the courtyard of the village chief's house, Fang Zichen saw the little boy from the village chief's house holding a bowl of egg custard and chasing a fat man to feed it.

This little fat boy is the son of his eldest brother in Hexi. He is also three years old. He doesn't know what he eats to grow. He is chubby. The flesh on his face is falling. His arms are also section by section. He looks a head taller than the good boy. .

Fang Zichen felt a little uncomfortable.

Brother He was sweating profusely after chasing him. He fed the egg custard to his mouth, but the little fat man turned his head away again and refused to eat. Even if it was fed to his mouth, he would spit it out.

Looking at it, he must be tired of eating egg custard.

The conditions of the village chief's family are considered to be very good in the village, but they are not so good that they can eat eggs casually. I guess they feel very sorry for this little fat man.

Fang Zichen touched Guaizi's smooth little face and found that his son was more sensible. Although he was short, he ate what he wanted and enjoyed it. He ate whatever was given to him and didn't choose anything. He was easy to feed.

If the good boy wants to run around the yard like that little fat guy even after eating, he will have to slap him on the butt.

Brother He saw him and came over to greet him: "Brother Fang, why are you here? Are you here to see my father? Come in quickly."

"I'm not looking for your father." Fang Zichen said, "I'm looking for your third brother. "

Although Hexi is the second son of the village chief, he has a brother and a cousin above him. He is the third oldest in the family.

Brother He's face was a little red: "Then you come in and sit down. My third brother is feeding the cows in the backyard. I'll call you."

"Thank you."

The village chief and Wang Damei heard the noise in the house and came out to call Fang Zichen to come in and sit down.

The boy didn't quite understand what they were saying. He just saw some grass on the roadside outside. The sheep seemed to like eating it. He wanted to go out and get some food.

Fang Zichen let him down and patted his little butt: "Go! Be careful. Don't get it!"

Wang Damei looked at the boy running out and smiled: "This kid looks a little fatter?"

Fang Zichen said while taking out his wallet. He's fat!"

He's as skinny as a monkey. How can he be fat?

When it comes to being fat, it's the little fat guy outside who is fat.

"If you stay with him every day, you won't feel anything. Children are the same every day." Wang Damei said.

Fang Zichen has never raised a child, but doing it every day is an exaggeration!

Can his son still be like a senior brother today and a second senior brother tomorrow?

The village chief and Wang Damei were a little confused when they saw him pouring out a pile of copper coins on the table.

"Fang boy, what are you doing?" "It's

for you." Fang Zichen said, "I can't live in your ancestral house for nothing. This is four months' rent, one hundred wen a month. Look at this price. No."

When the village chief heard this, he immediately frowned and said in a serious tone: "Take it back. You saved my father. This is a great kindness. It's just a house. How can I ask for your money? Take it back and take it. go back."

Four hundred copper coins may not sound like a lot, but they are real. Now they were piled in a small pile on the tea table. Wang Damei's eyes were a little hot, but she still said: "We don't want it, you listen to your uncle." , take it back."

"No!" Fang Zichen made a big statement: "I will refer to it in February. If someone accuses me of occupying your ancestral house for revenge, I will be punished as soon as I move in. If you do, then I'll be damned!"

He had already found out that the children's examination requires four villagers and one scholar to co-insurance. The county examiner does not need to be anonymous when marking papers. The examiner will rely on the examinee's daily routine. The reputation and reputation are used as the main reference for grading.

In other words, the popularity and popularity of the candidates' poems and essays, as well as the quality of their reputation, determine whether they can be admitted by the examiner.

The village chief stood up suddenly, his hands trembling: "What did you say? You said you want to take the county exam in February next year?"

Fang Zichen nodded: "Yes!"

The village chief: "Are you kidding?"

Fang Zichen said He curled his lips: "You think I'm so serious and serious, as if I'm joking?"

Like, very much like me!

There has never been a scholar in the village. There is a scholar Wang in Xiaorong Village. Although he has not yet passed the boy student examination in his twenties, the village chief of Xiaorong Village is extremely arrogant every time he meets. In previous years, the officers and soldiers who collected grain would Subconsciously be polite to him.

Unlike himself, the officers and soldiers were showing off to him the whole time.

The village chief was originally unwilling to accept the money from him, but now he accepted it in an unambiguous manner.

A scholar's reputation must not be tarnished in the slightest.

After chatting with them for a while, Hexi came.

Fang Zichen and He Xi came outside and asked, "Are you free recently?"

All the work in the fields was done, and October to January were the most idle times for farmers.

The busiest times of the year are mid-March and mid-August.

In February, the weather started to warm up and it was no longer so cold, so we started weeding and plowing the fields. In March, we started raising rice seedlings, which can be planted in mid-March and the end of March.

Corn is only planted around mid-March.

There is really nothing else to do at this moment except chopping firewood in the mountains and preparing some firewood for the winter.

Hexi shook his head.

Fang Zichen said: "I have a profitable job in my hand, do you want to do it?"

"What job?" He Xi asked.

Fang Zichen: "Help me collect some pumpkins."

Hexi asked doubtfully: "Why do you want pumpkins? Do you want to eat them? I have so many at home, you can just take a few back."

His family collected dozens this year When the pumpkins come back, they will all be put in the warehouse.

Pumpkin is sweet, so it is usually used as a dish or steamed to satisfy cravings, but you can't eat much.

"I want a lot." Fang Zichen said, "hundreds and thousands."

Hexi's eyes widened: "Are you kidding me? Can you finish eating that much?"

Young Master Fang Zichen came and heard that those Rich people are tired of eating too much delicacies from the mountains and seas, so they want to eat something light and novel.

But pumpkin is something that you will get tired of after just one or two meals.

Just when he was about to persuade him, Fang Zichen said: "I'm not here to eat! I have other uses."

A small pumpkin weighs four to five pounds, and a large one weighs five or six pounds. He was so stupid that he bought so many pumpkins just for eating. Hundreds or thousands of them will be eaten until death. Should the rest be used for burial?

In the past, when he had a lot of money, he couldn't finish the food after buying it, so it didn't matter if it was wasted, but it's different now.

He became a pauper.

He carried big bags at the dock, three bags cost only a copper coin. He was bleeding and sweating, exhausted, and could only earn a few dozen coins a day.

Now that he has a husband and a son, he has to support his family, and he has to live a careful life. Who wants to cheat him out of a copper coin, let alone the door, there is not even a crack in the door.

Hexi felt relieved after hearing what he said. He said "Oh" and asked, "How much do you want?"

"Yes!" Fang Zichen took out four taels of silver and gave it to him: "I want good ones, bad ones. I don't want the ones that have fallen off the stems. The pumpkins have been taken back. You can transport them to my house."

He asked Aunt Liu. The pumpkins can be stored for about a year without breaking the skin or falling off the stems.

The village chief has cattle at home, so transportation is more convenient, otherwise he would have done it himself.

Maybe it's mass production, or maybe it's just because you're tired of eating it. Plus, this thing isn't very hungry. The pumpkins here are very worthless, with only three kilograms worth a copper coin.

He gave Hexi a penny for four pumpkins.

Anyway, there is nothing to do at this time, and Hexi is happy to make some extra money.

After the things were done, Fang Zichen was going to pick up the boy and take him home. Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out, he saw two children surrounding the boy and pushing him.

Chapter 86

The good boy was still holding a bundle of small straw vines in his arms, being pushed around like a rubber ball. The two children seemed to be having fun seeing this, and started laughing.

The good boy staggered as he was pushed. Just as the one on the left finished pushing, the one on the right took action again. His center of gravity was unsteady and he fell to the ground with a 'snap'.

Just as Fang Zichen was about to walk over, Guaizi got up first.

"Give it back to me, this is mine," he said.

"If I don't give it, I won't give it." Zhou Dazuo said, sticking out his tongue at him, as if he wanted to be beaten, and said: "Luanluoluo, if I don't give it to you, what can you do to me? Beat me? You beat me "Can you beat me?"

"You little bastard, you still dare to rob us, haven't you been beaten enough before?" Zhou Xiaoyou snorted and said, "I take your things because I look down on you.

" Only then did he notice that the naughty boy was still holding the nine-ring chain he bought for the good boy a few days ago.

The nine-ring chain is exquisitely made. There are small bells in the nine black beads below, which jingle when moved.

The night I bought it back, Fang Zichen taught Guaizi how to play it. He moved too fast, and Guaizi had a small mind and only remembered a rough idea.

This was the first time Fang Zichen gave him a toy, and it was also his first toy. The good boy cherished it very much, and would always play with it when he was not busy.

He had just finished tearing the grass and vines beside the road, so he climbed down to the road and pulled it again. He couldn't use one hand hard, so he put the nine-ring chain on the roadside. Who knew that Zhou Dazuo and Zhou Xiaoyou came over at this time, and when they saw it Just pick it up and throw it away.

When the boy saw this, he forgot to pull the grass and vines, so he panicked and climbed up using all four limbs.

"That's me."

Zhou Dazuo and Zhou Xiaoyou are Ma Xiaoshun's "right-hand men." These three children always play in groups.

As the saying goes, people flock together and things are divided into groups. Only those with similar temperaments can mix together.

These three boys are all little bullies. They always like to bully the younger ones and do evil. Many children used to play with them, but later after they robbed them of food and entertainment, they no longer played with them.

Guaizi had been beaten by them before, so he was a little scared. He spoke in a low voice. He picked up the bundle of grass and vines that he had pulled before. It seemed that he was no longer afraid and felt safe.

Zhou Dazuo fiddled with the nine-link ring and said disdainfully: "I'm just going to play with it for a while and I'll return it to you later."

After hearing this, the good boy could only stand aside and wait helplessly while holding the grass vine.

Zhou Dazuo and Zhou Xiaoyou are almost eight years old. They are not thin, but they are not fat either. They have rattles, grasshoppers, and spinning tops at home, but there is no nine-link ring.

Spinning tops and grasshoppers were all cheap. They had bought the rattle when they were young and had grown tired of it. Now they saw the nine-link ring, which was a bit novel. The little bell would ring when it was moved. The two of them took turns shaking it a few times, and then let it go. On the way, I grabbed a stone and prepared to smash it to see what was inside.

The good boy wanted to take it back, but Zhou Xiaozuo went against his promise and refused to give it back.

"You can't do this." The boy's eyes were red, and his tone became anxious: "Just play for a while, don't keep your word."

Zhou Dazuo pushed him away: "You believe even those who lie to you, the little bastard is stupid "

The good boy wanted to go over and grab it, but was pushed aside by Zhou Xiaoyou. Zhou Xiaozuo saw that his little body was swaying and seemed to be about to fall. He thought it was a bit funny. He couldn't help but push it with Zhou Xiaoyou. Play nice boy.

They were tall and surrounded the good boy on the left and right. The good boy was like a little rabbit that strayed into a pack of wolves, being teased and played with.

"You guys are giving me something back. My father bought it for me. Give it back to me."

When he heard Fang Zichen's name, Zhou Dazuo paused for a moment. Then he thought of something and was no longer afraid. He smiled and took the picture. He slapped the boy on the face and said arrogantly: "Little bastard, I'm not afraid of your father." After saying that, he waved to Zhou Xiaoyou: "Let's go back."

He still held the nine-ring chain in his hand. It seems that he is not planning to return it to the good boy, and wants to keep it for himself.

The good boy was about to chase him, but Fang Zichen passed him in two or three steps, so fast that the hair on his temples was blown up.

Fang Zichen took a quick step and blocked the path of Zhou Dazuo and Zhou Xiaoyou.

The two of them felt a sudden darkness in front of their eyes. When they looked up, they saw Fang Zichen's face expressionless and his eyes lowered as he looked at them.

"Uncle Fang..."

Fang Zichen didn't respond, but stretched out his hand and said concisely: "Bring it here."

Zhou Dazuo hid the nine-ring chain behind his back: "This is mine."

He used to often snatch away children. The toys available to the children in the village are not expensive, and the food and play items are all home-made. Those children were robbed and went home to complain. The adults were busy and couldn't sell the things for a single copper. They also felt that it was better to do less than to do more. It was normal for children to fight and fight among themselves, so they didn't care about it or help with the begging. return.

Zhou Dazuo was not visited by adults, and the things he took were not taken back. Over time, he subconsciously felt that the things he took were his.

"Bring it here." Fang Zichen repeated.

Zhou Dazuo shook his head and took two steps back.

"This is mine, why should I give it to you?"

Why?

That's a really good question.

A breath of air shot straight from the chest to the Tianling Cap, and smoke was rising from the top of his head. Fang Zichen laughed angrily, and went to grab it. Zhou Dazuo held on to the Nine Links tightly and did not let go. Fang Zichen was not too old, and he used to be the youngest in the family. The eldest brother and the second brother both tolerated him, and since the family was rich, he had whatever he wanted. He never had to envy other people's things. It was always others who envied him and envied him. This was the first time he had robbed him, and the other person was still a child. .

But he didn't feel anything wrong. He took back what belonged to him. Even if the other person was still young, only over seven years old, he didn't feel any shame whether he was a child or an old man in his seventies.

He was very strong, and Zhou Dazuo tried his best to fight with both hands, but he was still easily broken open by him.

Zhou Xiaoyou didn't know whether he was going to step forward to help, but Fang Zichen used a free hand to push him away: "Get lost~"

The tone contained no warmth, and the glance he gave him was extremely harsh, making Zhou Xiaoyou tremble all over. , I was so scared that I almost suffocated.

He froze with fear.

Fang Zichen was particularly upset when he snatched the Nine Rings back. The boy ran over. Fang Zichen handed the Nine Rings to him and slapped Zhou Dazuo's butt twice, who was about to howl like a wolf.

Zhou Dazuo really burst into tears at this moment.

"Cry, you still have the nerve to cry!" Fang Zichen leaned down, imitated his previous actions, and patted his face: "Wasn't he very arrogant when he bullied my son just now? Didn't he say that he was not afraid of me? Why is he so cowardly? "

Zhou Dazuo cried until his nose bubbled, and he choked his neck and said, "I, I want to go back and tell my father and my grandfather." "

Go!" Fang Zichen hugged his chest and said coldly: "Go, you. Just go, come one, I will fight one, come two, I will fight a pair, what do you think your father and your grandfather are, if they move out, I will be afraid? If they dare to come, I will send them to heaven. "

Zhou Dazuo even forgot to cry.

It doesn't feel right.

Didn't Mom say that Uncle Fang has a good relationship with his money-losing uncle? He was his uncle's nephew, how could Uncle Fang dare to hit him?

And... he also said that even his father and grandfather would fight together.

He cried loudly before, which attracted his mother Qian to come over.

"Dazuo, why are you crying? Are you being bullied? Who can kill a thousand swords..."

She came out of the corner and saw Fang Zichen's back, and her cursing suddenly stopped.

Fang Zichen is tall and upright, which is different from the men in the village who are hunched, chested, or slightly shorter. Moreover, the clothes he wears are made of better material than coarse cloth. After wearing it for a few months, his hair has grown longer. , he thought it was inconvenient to eat with his eyes covered, so he had a half-crown on his head. Even if it was just a back view, it was quite recognizable.

Fang Zichen turned his head.

The strikingly handsome man's facial features came into view.

The good boy hugged his legs, looked at Zhou Dazuo, and then at Zhou Xiaoyou. He saw one of them crying and the other shaking like an epilepsy. Then he looked up at Fang Zichen's broad back and felt that he was so... Tall and so reassuring, Fang Zichen's back was deeply engraved in his heart at this moment.

No one will bully me anymore.

Qian came over and greeted with a smile: "Fang boy, have you eaten?"

At this hour, it was time to ask about midnight snacks.

Fang Zichen looked at her without saying a word. Although he was eighteen years old, he had a very youthful look on his face. He had a bad temper and did not hide it deliberately. When he was angry, it showed on his face.

Qian was flirtatious and started to talk, "I'm afraid you don't know who I am! I am Brother Zhou's sister-in-law."

Although Qian had met Fang Zichen a few times, she had never been able to talk to him.

Fang Zichen had to go to work and would go out early and come back late every day. Except for the funeral of He Da Leng's family and the time when Ma's family was about to be bombed, he took his good boy out to check out the spots and showed up in the village. The rest of the time, he rarely appeared in the village. Even though Even though he showed up, he didn't bump into Qian very much.

The only memory he had of Qian was at the dinner table at He Da Leng's house.

Qian was sitting at the table next to him that day. He was a very uneducated person. There was a plate of pork stewed vermicelli on every table that day. When Qian was picking up the vegetables, he was flipping it over and over, choosing the pork to eat. This was not enough. The pork was gone. , she didn't pick up the vermicelli in front of her, she only reached out to pick it up in front of others.

She had eaten most of the meat, and the women at the same table couldn't help but said something to her. Unexpectedly, Qian actually started a fight with them.

Fang Zichen had an image of her.

"Then what?" he asked.

Qian said "Ah" and was talking again when Zhou Dazuo rushed over. The villain was the first to complain.

"Mother~" He was crying and pointing at Fang Zichen: "He hit me."

As soon as these words came out, it was so serious that the smile on Qian's face immediately disappeared.

She has been married to Zhou Dazuo for more than ten years. She has a son who is usually so painful that he has to guard his liver and flesh. He wants to hang it under his nose. After he was born, he did not even bother to yell at Zhou Dazuo. Now his son is being taken care of. Hitting her would hurt her even more than beating her.

"Boy Fang, why did you hit my son?"

Fang Zichen raised his eyelids and looked at Zhou Dazuo, trying to laugh or not: "Why don't you tell your mother why I hit you?"

Qian immediately said Asked: "Son, why did he hit you?"

"I, I..." Zhou Dazuo hesitated. The good boy showed his head from behind Fang Zichen's calf, still holding the 'culprit' in his hand, Zhou Dazuo Zuo pointed out: "I just wanted to play with that thing with the little bastard, but the little bastard wouldn't give it to me, and then...ah~"

Before he could finish his words, Fang Zichen picked up a grass vine left by the good boy. , and slapped Zhou Dazuo's butt.

When Cao Teng threw it over, there was still a sharp sound of wind.

This time he slapped her hard, and it was even more painful than those previous slaps. It was so hot that Zhou Dzuo screamed and jumped while holding his buttocks.

"Keep your mouth clean."

Those little bastard sounds were like heavy hammers hitting Fang Zichen's already furious nerves.

He lowered his head to look at the boy, who looked up and smiled innocently at him.

The good boy is still young, so he doesn't understand what the words "little bastard" and "little bastard" mean and what they mean, but looking at the way those people pointed and looked slightly disgusted when they shouted these two words to him, he probably knew. , this little bastard and little bastard should not be a good thing.

But as for what was wrong, he didn't understand.

Because he didn't understand, he could still smile at Fang Zichen heartlessly when he was called out like this.

He had asked Brother Zhao before. Brother Zhao was silent for a long time, but did not tell him. He just held him, covered him with straw, and coaxed him to sleep. When he closed his eyes, Brother Zhao secretly wiped his tears and said, "Good boy." Zai was not asleep and knew that he was crying, so he didn't ask again.

He didn't understand many things, because Brother Zhao couldn't spare so much time to teach him. Brother Zhao was struggling to survive in the Ma family and had endless work to do every day. He was like a cow, working most of the day. Wandering around the fields for a long time, for a while he only knew how to work, work, work, as if he was numb.

The origin of his change was that night. He was so hungry that he went up the mountain to look for wild vegetables under the moonlight. Then... he was forced to become pregnant, and he regained hope in life.

Guai Zai is his first child, and he has no experience in raising children.

He tried his best and devoted all his efforts to raise the good boy until he was three years old.

Brother Zhao is usually very busy and protects his good boy closely, but no matter how closely he protects him, it is impossible to be together all the time.

He had to get up very early in the morning, the fog was heavy, and the child was sleeping a lot. If the boy didn't wake up, he would go to work in the fields first. When the boy got up, he would go to the fields to look for him alone.

At this time, Ma Xiaoshun, Zhou Dazuo and others would surround him on the way and force him to ride as a horse for them.

But Ma Xiaoshun and others compared Guaizi, who was very heavy because he was taller and bigger. Once they sat on Guaizi's back, they were so heavy that he couldn't get up, so they kicked him and called him useless.

The good boy was called a little bastard before. Brother Zhao felt bad when he heard it, but there was nothing he could do about it.

What can he do as a brother?

I came to ask someone to argue with me, but they said I couldn't win.

The women in the village quarreled fiercely, scolded others when they were ignored, and could say any unpleasant things. Brother Zhao was no match for them.

So why is it said that widows have a difficult life, with no one to do the heavy work at home? The important point is that they are bullied and have no one to protect them.

His son was wronged and couldn't stand up for him, and he felt uncomfortable. Life was already on thin ice. He could only coax the good boy and force the topic away, telling him to be careful and avoid it, and he would try his best to go there in the future. Take him with you wherever you go.

Fang Zichen was different. He was not afraid of anything. If anyone called him "good boy, little bastard, little bastard" or called him from behind, it would be fine if he couldn't hear him. If someone dared to call him like that in front of him, he would be in a hurry.

When the good boy was bullied by Ma Xiaoshun before, he was not there, so he had no intuitive feelings. Now seeing his son being bullied like this with his own eyes, he felt as if he had swallowed nine kilograms of explosives, and he was so damn angry. Exploded.

Zhou Xiaoyou's words, "Did I beat you less before?" revealed a lot of information.

Chapter 87

Zhou Xiaoyou's words were quite harsh. At that moment, Fang Zichen was thinking, had the good boy been bullied and played with like this often before he came?

Are you often beaten by other children?

He is so small, so short, so thin, only three years old!

When he was bullied and had no power to fight back, could he just cry silently? Feeling helpless? Do you... feel hopeless?

He, Brother Zhao, and Guaizi have become a family. They eat from the same pot and sleep in the same bed. They have the most intimate relationship in the world. What will happen to Guaizi when he grows up? He said, but now, he and Brother Zhao are the closest people to him. They are a family, they are inseparable, and their joys and sorrows are connected.

He is already eighteen years old. Not only is he a man, he is also the support of Brother Zhao and Guaizi.

He doesn't allow anyone to bully his brother Zhao or his good boy.

Thinking like this, his eyes turned colder when he looked at Zhou Dazuo and Zhou Xiaoyou.

If Zhou Dazuo was older, he would have to beat him so hard that he would doubt his life and even his mother wouldn't recognize him.

She dared to beat her child like this in front of her. She didn't come just now, so her child wouldn't be beaten more severely. Qian first comforted Zhou Dazuo with a few words of distress, and then shouted to Fang Zichen, wanting to forgive her. Her son asked for justice:

"Why are you beating your child? Boy Fang, you have gone too far."

"Too much?" Fang Zichen frowned slightly and said, "Is this too much? I tell you, next time, I will go too far." It could go further." Faced with Qian's disbelieving expression, he bent slightly closer to her and said word by word: "I'll hang him up and beat him."

There was silence for a while, and Qian was stunned. He came back to his senses and opened his mouth: "I, I am Brother Zhou's sister-in-law."

"What does that have to do with me?" Fang Zichen's voice was extremely cold and he said with a venomous air, "Who do you think you are? Don't worry. "Sister-in-law, Brother Zhou, is my own sister-in-law. If you mess with me, I will still make you miserable. Do you believe it?"

Sister-in-law Zhou Brother, do you have half a copper relationship with him?

Even if Brother Zhou is here, it will be useless.

"You...you..."

Qian was shocked, her pupils shrank slightly, and her face turned red at the words.

She didn't expect Fang Zichen to be so disrespectful to her.

Brother Zhou and Brother Zhao have a good relationship. Fang Zichen values ​​Brother Zhao so much. She feels that Brother Zhou should have some status in Fang Zichen's mind. She is Brother Zhou's sister-in-law. I should be more polite, but I didn't expect...

Zhou Dazuo sniffed, and he didn't expect this.

During the meal before, my grandfather, mother and second aunt all said that Uncle Fang and his brother-in-law have a good relationship. The brother-in-law is from their family, so they are different from others. Uncle Fang can beat others, but he will never beat them. .

It was because of hearing this that they dared to say that and felt confident.

However, he was beaten just now!

"The children are just playing around, you tell me, why bother!" Qian said.

"You call this playing around?" Fang Zichen tried his best to catch his breath and said, "Then you lend me your son for a day tomorrow and I'll play around with him like this. Do you think that's okay?"

That's definitely not okay!

Although she didn't know why her son was so good, but to make Fang Zichen so angry, she was afraid that the good boy would be bullied enough.

Qian ignored him and continued to stir up trouble, saying, "My son is still a child! It's normal for him to be careless in what he says and does. Can't you just let him have some control?"

Zhou Dazuo was almost eight years old. With modern family conditions Yes, children of this age who grew up in a greenhouse know a lot of things, not to mention that this is ancient times, and the children of poor people have long been the masters. It would be a joke to talk to him about this now.

Fang Zichen's expression seemed to be a smile but not a smile: "I gave in! I told him to get out."

Qian: "..."

Qian choked and said: "He's just a wild...he It's someone else's child, not your own. What's the matter with you? I'm telling you, this is someone else's child! It's so irritating

to think about someone else's child calling me father. Jin Ban: "You care about me, your family lives by the seaside? I don't care about that. If a dung picker passes by your door, you will have to taste it?"

"Look at what you said, your son is being bullied. Then there is something wrong with your son! My son is very good and never bullies others. Why does he only bully your son but not others?" Qian said.

"That's strange to me too." Fang Zichen scolded her: "Why is it that he bullies my son and no one else bullies my son?"

Qian only wanted to protect her son, but when her son was beaten, she wanted Fang Zichen to give an explanation. Knowing that this little man was so sharp-tongued, looking at the other party's posture, it seemed that he didn't want to let them go, and seemed to want to attack her son.

"Young boy Fang." She said, "How about we adults don't get involved in the affairs between children? It's inevitable that you would be childish to compete with a child."

Fang Zichen held his breath in his heart, sparing no effort or any mercy. Said: "I'm childish? Then you are mature. Why aren't you buried when you are mature?" "

..." Qian almost choked: "It's normal for children to fight and fight. You In this way, let me see whose children are willing to play with yours in the future. "

Is this called playing around?"

When children play together, there will always be times when they are out of proportion, and if they are accidentally hurt, he will not be so angry.

But this is a one-sided insult.

Besides, given Zhou Dazuo's character, he really didn't want his son to play with such a person. He might even be led astray by having fun with him. Who would he cry to when the time comes?

"If you don't want to, just don't want to. Who cares? If I'm playing like this with your son, I might as well go to the town and buy a puppy and a piglet to play with my son." Fang Zichen looked at the good boy and said, "Hey, what do you mean? Really?"

"Yes, yes!" Guaizi was very happy. Like Brother Zhao, he liked fluffy things. He used to like the chickens at home, but now that the chickens have grown up, he doesn't like them anymore. After being touched by him, he put his hand in and even pecked him.

Fang Zichen just talked casually, in order to antagonize Mr. Qian. The good boy only thought that Fang Zichen really wanted to buy it for him. Now his little eyes were shining, and he hugged Fang Zichen's calf harder and harder: "Father, I love and little The dog is playing."

Qian was silenced.

If it had been anyone else, she might have yelled loudly at this moment, but she didn't dare to face Fang Zichen.

On the contrary, she didn't even dare to mess with Fang Zichen.

She is still thinking about flattering! Don't dare to offend people too thoroughly.

Fang Zichen lowered his eyes and said, "I'm in a bad mood right now, don't mess with me."

"I..."

"Your son bullied my son first. I wanted to give him a lesson, after all, it's all You're from a village, but you still want to mess with me. Do you really think I have no temper?" Fang Zichen said, "If you want to die, get out of here, otherwise I won't mind fighting with you."

As he said that, he glanced over with a sharp look . .

The two children, whose hair is not fully grown yet, know how to bully the younger one, stir up trouble, spit shit, and insist on irritating him again and again. Who can blame him for being beaten?

At this moment, he was extremely angry. Although Qian was a woman and could not be beaten directly, he had hundreds of ways to retaliate against others, but there were still twenty or thirty kinds, which would definitely make Qian feel miserable. .

His gaze was so cold and cold that it looked like the biting cold wind in the twelfth lunar month.

The tall and straight figure is also very oppressive at this moment.

Under his cool and cold gaze, the warm blood began to turn into frost, then condensed and turned cold.

Qian's face changed, his whole body felt as if he had been stabbed, his scalp was numb, and he was panicking. For the first time, he had a creepy fear of being eaten by a wild beast.

This made her soul tremble.

Qian could only bluff. The woman in the village had seen the greatest world and traveled the farthest distance, but it was just Fu'an Town. Fang Zichen's look made her a little unbearable.

As for Zhou Dazuo and Zhou Xiaoyou, they were even more direct and their legs were shaking.

Mr. Qian hesitated and was speechless.

She took the two children and ran away, while Zhou Dazuo was still wiping his tears.

This is what the village chief saw when he went out.

Although he didn't know the whole story, for some reason, he felt that Fang Zichen must be threatening others again.

He originally thought that Fang Zichen was going to take the scientific examination, so he should take it easy recently and at least not fight. Even if it was justified, the reputation of fighting would not be good if it spread out.

Who would have thought...it would be a step too late.

Fang Zichen didn't think so much. Could reputation be more important than his little son?

That's impossible!

He snorted, picked up the boy and was about to return it.

The boy pointed his little short finger at the ground: "Father, there are still sheep and grass."

"Oh, yes!"

This is what his son worked so hard to pull, and he can't do it. leave.

In a flash of surprise from the village chief, Fang Zichen had already tucked the grass vine under his arm and walked home.

Guaizi hugged his neck, put his face against his, rubbed it, and kissed him again. He asked in a grandmotherly voice: "Father, did you buy a puppy for Guaizi when you were in Ximo? Guaizi likes it so much." Little dog. "

The village is poor and no one has a dog. When Brother Zhao is not with Fang Zichen, the Ma family pays close attention to him. In addition, the marriage contract is with the Ma family, and there is a lot of work for Brother Zhao. My son has never been out of Xiaohe Village. Since he was born, the good boy has almost always been around the palm-sized, barren place of Xiaohe Village.

The first time I saw puppies was when I was setting up a stall selling blood sausage with Brother Zhao. An old man picked two bamboo cages and set up a stall opposite them, with several newborn puppies in them.

The puppy was just born, fluffy and fat like a ball. It was squatting in the bamboo cage and whining all the time.

The good boy stared at the puppies all morning that day. It wasn't until the old man sold out and left with the bamboo cage that he reluctantly looked back.

He likes dogs very much, but no matter how much he likes them, he won't clamor for them.

Fang Zichen: "..."

He just opened his mouth to criticize Mr. Qian, but now he didn't know what to say.

The only four taels of silver I have in my body were given to Hexi just now, but now I don't have any, so what can I buy with them?

In modern times, it can be used as underwear. What can it be used for?

However, it was rare for Erzai to ask for something from him. They were both close to each other and they were flirting with each other. If you want to buy something, you have to buy it.

Not to mention a dog, even an elephant would have to travel across mountains and rivers, and cross the ocean to Africa to be brought back to his son.

When it got dark, Fang Zichen happened to arrive home and happened to meet Angkor at the courtyard gate.

He is here to deliver sheep grass.

A large bundle was lying at my feet.

The jars used to hold hot sauce are small and have narrow mouths, so ordinary people rarely use them. It is inconvenient to hold oil and salt, so there are fewer people cooking and selling them.

Brother Zhao asked Du Xiaodu to help burn the pot, which was actually a matter of mutual benefit and win-win cooperation, but Du Xiaodu and Brother Wu didn't think so.

Du Xiaodu's family has been making pots for generations, and his skills are not bad, but there is no way to sell them in the town. If he chooses to sell them in the town, he will not be able to sell them very well.

Rich people have many connections and connections, so it is easy for them to make money, but it is difficult for farmers to earn even half a penny.

People in the village live very frugally. Their clothes have to be mended for three years and three years. They can no longer wear the big ones or the small ones. When the small ones can no longer be worn, they are not willing to throw them away. They have to wash them and put them away. Leave it for your grandson to wear. If it's very worn and tattered, you can cut it into insoles. Otherwise, you won't waste a single cent.

Crock pots, which contain oil and salt for making pickles, are used by every household, and they have to buy a few. But the farmers take good care of the things they buy and don't break them easily. A crock pot can Use it for twenty or thirty years.

Therefore, the earthen jars of Du Xiaodu's family were not very popular, and with the addition of Mr. Tian at home, life was noisy.

Angkor's mother-in-law is also poor. She is from Shilitun, which is very mountainous and there are no major roads yet.

The ancients believed that having more children means more blessings. He had nine brothers and sisters in his family.

He is the youngest, and his eldest sister is nearly twenty years older than him.

If his family hadn't been rich and poor, he wouldn't have been able to marry Du Xiaodu.

Now there is a way out for the family to help Brother Zhao burn pots. In addition to the previous help, Brother Wu and Du Xiaodu regard him as a benefactor and are very grateful.

A few days ago, she found out that he had given birth to a baby, and Mrs. Angkor even asked her sixth brother to bring him two wax rabbits.

I gave one to Brother Zhao now.

Brother Zhao refused, but in the end he couldn't match Angkor's enthusiasm, so he finally had to accept it.

Brother Zhao saw that his face was not very good, probably because he was too tired just after giving birth.

He remembered that he was like this at the beginning. On the third day after giving birth to a good boy, the Ma family called him to go to the ground.

Brother Zhao could not help but feel the same way at this moment. He took Brother Ang into the main room and made him a cup of sugar water.

Angkor was a little embarrassed, but he still took it and drank.

Fang Zichen picked up the bundle of grass and went to the backyard to untie it. The boy squatted aside and fed the sheep with the grass. Fang Zichen returned to the main room. Brother Zhao thought for a while and made him another cup of sugar water.

It won't work if you don't soak him. Angkor has already been soaked. If you pour clean water for him, I'm afraid he will be called a scumbag again later.

He was a little afraid of Fang Zichen's mouth. When he spoke coaxingly, he could make people happy from the bottom of their hearts, but when he said stupid things, he could also make people want to punch him.

It's really something that people both love and hate!

This candy was impure. Fang Zichen didn't want to drink it after two sips, and the sweet boy ran in from the door.

Fang Zichen was at home, and his favorite sheep had to sit in the back row. As soon as Fang Zichen left, he fed the grass in his hands, threw some more grass into the sheep pen, and came back.

He called Uncle Wu, and immediately squeezed in between Fang Zichen's legs, crawling on him like a monkey.

Fang Zichen picked him up and said, "Would you like some sugar water? My father just took a few sips."

"Drink!" said the boy.

The sugar water is not too sweet, but the boy is still happy to drink it.

Wu Geer sat for a while and planned to go back. Fang Zichen suddenly asked: "Where are your children? Are they all taken care of by your mother-in-law?"

Angkor was slightly stunned: "Yeah!"

Fang Zichen glanced at him twice. Angkor's face was a little green, his frame was small, his cheeks were sunken, he only had a pair of straw sandals on his feet, and his clothes were full of patches.

This look inevitably makes people feel pitiful.

Back at He Da Leng's house, he was washing vegetables with a big belly. Because he was thin, his belly looked very big. In addition, it was the first time he saw his brother who looked like a man with a big belly, so Fang Zichen took a few more glances.

Brother Wu was a little embarrassed when he looked at him, and his neck drooped slightly. Brother Zhao pursed his lips and pinched his waist.

Fang Zichen hissed, his skin tightening.

"What are you doing?"

Brother Zhao opened his eyes and lied: "There was a mosquito there just now."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Do you really think I'm stupid?

Do you have the words 'I'm mentally retarded' written on my forehead? How dare you do this to me!

He didn't know how to show mercy at all, so he pinched Brother Zhao in retaliation, and then said to Brother Wu: "The place where I work is hiring a guy who washes vegetables and dishes. Do you want to go?"

Brother Wu suddenly raised his head. , in disbelief: "Ah~ this..." He didn't expect that a pie would fall from the sky, and the pie accidentally hit him on the head. He was confused for a moment and thought he was dreaming. , after reacting, he said excitedly: "I want to go, I want to go."

"Then you come to me tomorrow morning and I will take you there." Fang Zichen said.

Angkor was so happy that he couldn't help himself: "Okay."

After a few more simple words, the people left, and Brother Zhao went into the kitchen to boil water.

Fang Zichen said to help him, but he refused directly and said: "No!"

It was a bit abnormal.

The good boy clings to him, but in fact Brother Zhao clings to him too. He just wants to get closer to Fang Zichen. He wants to turn around and see the person just by looking back.

In the past, if he had said this, Brother Zhao would have definitely said yes, then went into the kitchen, not giving him any work to do, and just letting him sit and watch the fire.

Fang Zichen leaned forward, Brother Zhao pushed him away, Fang Zichen leaned forward again, Brother Zhao glared at him with big eyes, patted him, but refused to speak to him.

No matter how dull Fang Zichen's senses were, he could still taste it.

"What's wrong with you?"

Chapter 88

After cleaning the pot and licking the water into it, Brother Zhao sat on a small stool after a busy time and was adding firewood to the stove. Fang Zichen stood diagonally opposite him, with his two long legs crossed and leaning against the stove. , he looked away as if it was an eyesore, not looking at him.

"Ouch, you don't want to see such a handsome guy?" Fang Zichen poked him and asked, "Why are you angry? Tell me."

Brother Zhao ignored him.

Inexplicable.

Fang Zichen thought for a while, his mind was so full of smoke that he couldn't even think of what made Brother Zhao angry.

Brother Zhao had just made him some sugar water, and then suddenly pinched him, which lasted only a few minutes.

It shouldn't be the person who provoked it before, otherwise it wouldn't be sugar water, it should be arsenic/frost.

What did he do in the past few minutes to make Brother Zhao angry?

He couldn't figure it out, so Fang Zichen didn't tell him when he asked. Fang Zichen didn't ask anymore. He had many ways to manage people. He stood up straight and made a gesture to walk out: "If you don't tell me, then I'll run away from home. When I arrive, Don't cry when there is no man anymore."

This is true.

Brother Zhao stood up and grabbed him.

Fang Zichen stopped and raised his eyes.

I can't cure you, little one.

snort!

He pinched Brother Zhao's nose and said, "Are you willing to talk now?"

Brother Zhao hugged his waist and stopped being angry. He said dullly, "Why were you staring at him just now?"

"Ah? Fang Zichen was shocked: "Who am I looking at? Brother Wu?"

Brother Zhao buried himself in his chest and smelled the dry and sharp breath on his body: "Yeah!"

Fang Zichen looked stunned.

This is such an injustice!

Dou E was not as unjust as he was.

He just looked at Angkor, and the whole process didn't last more than one second.

It sounds like he is a gangster who covets Angkor's beauty and keeps staring at her.

Brother Ang is already married and has children. Even without Brother Zhao, he would not be so impolite and rude.

He, Fang Zichen, was a strong-willed man and would not do such dishonorable things.

"I just looked at him, just once. How could you say it's always been?" Fang Zichen said, "It's damaging to my reputation to say that!"

"I saw it all." Brother Zhao said.

"Then even if I look at him, I have no other thoughts about him!" Fang Zichen said seriously: "You will misunderstand me, you must not understand me."

Brother Zhao's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say What to order, Fang Zichen said again: "Because everyone who knows me knows that I am clean and self-sufficient, not close to women, and I am a rare good man."

Brother Zhao "..."

Fang Zichen touched his Head, serious: "You have to believe me."

"You are the best at rhetoric, I don't believe you." Although Brother Zhao said this, his expression was obviously much more relaxed.

His possessiveness over Fang Zichen became more and more intense. When Fang Zichen stared at Angkor, he felt like he was jealous, and his anger surged. He knew that this was inappropriate and he couldn't lose his temper. But he just couldn't control himself.

"That's not rhetoric, that's sweet talk." Fang Zichen leaned down and kissed his bun: "That's how I treat you. I'm very cold in front of other brothers and girls."

Brother Zhao He laughed: "Fart, you're not interested in him, so why are you introducing him to work?"

"Isn't his family very poor?" Fang Zichen knew what his family was like last time when he took Angkor back. His brother also told him that Du Xiaodu's family was one of the poorest in the village.

Aunt Liu's house can't even compare.

There are two women in the back kitchen of Zuixiao House who specialize in washing vegetables. One of them retired from old age and returned to her hometown last week, but she introduced her daughter-in-law here and took over her duties.

This is how it is when looking for a job in town. Almost all are introduced by acquaintances. For example, most of the kitchen helpers in Zuixiaolou are relatives of the fat chef. The kitchen is almost his whole family, and everyone in the store The guy was introduced by an acquaintance of Shopkeeper Yang.

Therefore, it is very difficult for farmers to find a job because they have no other options in the town.

The daughter-in-law has been here for a few days, and the fat master is not very satisfied with her.

She's a bit of a cheater.

Everyone knows that when peeling a radish, you have to peel it more slowly when it is thin, and faster when it is thicker. In order to save effort, she had a big arm and almost two kilograms of radish passed through her hands, and only half a kilogram was left after peeling.

How much does this cost?

The fat chef is a cook, and she hates the wastage of ingredients. I told her several times, and she said she understood every time, but she would go her own way next time.

No, the fat master asked her mother-in-law to take her back two days ago.

We haven't hired anyone yet.

Now, apart from shopkeeper Yang, he is considered the second-in-command in Zuixiao Tower. It's very simple to put someone in there.

Originally, he wanted Brother Zhou to go, but after meeting Brother Wu just now and seeing how pitiful he was, Fang Zichen wanted to help, and never wanted Brother Zhao to misunderstand.

He trapped Brother Zhao between himself and the stove, leaving him with no way out, and then lowered his head and kissed him.

Brother Zhao tilted his head back and accepted his slightly brutal kiss.

Fang Zichen clasped the back of his head with his palm, and after a moment, he suddenly whispered: "Brother Zhao, I want you."

Brother Zhao trembled all over, his thick eyelashes blinked a few times, and his face was filled with embarrassment. He was red, his eyes were filled with mist, and his voice was very soft: "...No."

The good boy was playing with the nine-ring chain in the yard, and he hadn't taken a bath yet. Why, how could he do it now?

But they haven't been intimate since the last time, and Brother Zhao also longed for Fang Zichen.

"Let's wait a little later, wait until the good boy goes to bed, okay?"

The man seemed to be born with a skill, and he was a self-taught man when it came to playing gangster. Fang Zichen picked up Brother Zhao's chin, looked at each other, and asked him Said: "But you just misunderstood me and hurt my young heart. Now I urgently need to hear a few sweet words."

Brother Zhao's eyes dodge: "I won't say."

After all, he is a reserved ancient man, where is his shame? As thick as Fang Zichen, Fang Zichen seemed shameless, opening and closing his mouth to say, "I love you, I love Layou." "

It was so embarrassing to hear that.

Fang Zichen sucked his lips, licked against his mouth, and put his hand under Brother Zhao's clothes.

Brother Zhao was so frightened that he pushed his chest with his hands, but the other party remained firm. He couldn't move, he was worried about the good boy outside, and didn't dare to make any big movements.

The fluid flowed out from the corner of his mouth, his legs couldn't stop becoming weak, and his heart almost stopped beating.

The air around him seemed to become sticky, Fang Zichen held his waist and gently poked the end of his red eyes: "Why are you so stupid!

Brother Zhao patted his hand: "Then you don't like it? " "

Fang Zichen looked at him, and suddenly the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "I like it, how could I not like it? I like stupid people like you the most. Being with you makes me very smart."

Brother Zhao: "· "..."

Brother Zhao stood up on tiptoes in anger and bit him on the face.

When the water was hot, Fang Zichen went out to the yard, hugged Guaizi and began to take off his clothes.

It is obviously delicious and delicious. After raising it for so long, it is a pig that can weigh hundreds of pounds, but the good boy is still skinny. Fang Zichen pointed to the ribs that were obviously protruding on his small chest and sighed: "Hey, it seems there is no hope of being sold at the end of the year."

The good boy was naked and twisted his butt: "The good boy is not a pig."

Fang Zichen pinched his butt: "You are. It was your father who was a pig back then. I picked you up from the circle."

"Huh?" Guaizi frowned and touched his nose, seeming to believe it.

Fang Zichen laughed and flicked his forehead: "As stupid as your father."

As he said that, he sighed again.

If his own biological child inherited some of his intelligence, he wouldn't have to worry about anything.

After the whole family had taken a bath, Fang Zichen kept coaxing the boy to sleep.

Brother Zhao was lying on the bed. Seeing him roaring anxiously, he felt like laughing for no reason.

Fang Zichen told a few stories. After almost half an hour, the boy was lying in his arms without moving. He lowered his head and was about to move the boy inside. But as soon as he moved, the boy raised his eyes. The two eyes were big and gleaming with excitement.

Fang Zichen: "..."

Ah! !

This little bastard wasn't even asleep?

His mouth was dry as he told the story, but in the end... it was all in vain?

The good boy blinked his eyes and stretched out his little hand to touch his face.

Children's body temperature is always very high, and Fang Zichen only felt warm. He grabbed the good boy's hand and kissed him on the back.

The good boy said: "Father, good boy, you still want to listen."

"What are you listening to? It's time to go to sleep." Fang Zichen said to him again: "Children must go to bed early and get up early, otherwise they will not grow taller in the future. A little dwarf can't find a wife and has no home, so he can only live in the forest."

Brother Zhao laughed when he heard this and pulled the good boy into his arms.

When children listen to stories, some fall asleep while listening, but some become more and more excited as they listen.

Brother Zhao coaxed him in a low voice and patted his back gently, but after a while, his eyelids started to fight.

Fang Zichen poked the good boy and saw that he was really asleep. He smiled and said, "You still have the ability."

Brother Zhao held the good boy inside and slept next to Fang Zichen. Fang Zichen stopped him. In his arms, Brother Zhao kissed his Adam's apple and went to untie his clothes with a blushing face. Fang Zichen thought he looked even cute like this and laughed unconsciously.

"Please lower your voice later. It will be embarrassing if you wake up your son."

His eyes were deep and there was a slight smile in them. Even though he had seen it many times, Brother Zhao still couldn't resist it.

Beauty always captivates the heart.

He closed his eyes, his clothes were torn open by Fang Zichen, and his skin felt cold for a moment, but quickly warmed up again.

Fang Zichen kissed his eyebrows and buried his face into his neck.

"Brother Zhao..." He sucked on the soft flesh on Brother Zhao's neck and said in a hoarse voice: "I love you."

Brother Zhao held his face and said in a caring tone: "... ····I love you more."

·······

This work is extremely hard.

Brother Zhao had already lost all his strength.

His body was covered with sweat and his breathing became rapid. He could only rely on Fang Zichen's arms to calm down.

Fang Zichen kissed him fiercely.

Brother Zhao turned away from him with trembling hands, and stared at him with blurred eyes without any deterrence.

Fang Zichen laughed angrily: "Are you still staring? Look at my shoulders, look at my back."

There were a row of tooth marks on his shoulders, and his lean back was full of scratches.

It wouldn't be so serious in a fight.

Brother Zhao felt extremely guilty.

"I told you to slow down."

Fang Zichen snorted, put on his clothes and walked out, but Brother Zhao grabbed him.

"Where are you going?"

"Here's some water for you!" Fang Zichen raised his eyebrows and said, "You sweat a lot, at least wipe it off."

Brother Zhao pursed his lips, feeling warm in his heart.

There is no man like this in the village.

He was washing clothes by the river. Those wives who had been married for many years were more cheeky and occasionally talked about things in the house.

It's always not easy for a female brother. She does no less work than a man during the day. After doing that work at night, the man just turns over and sleeps when he feels comfortable, while he has to drag his tired and sore body to get hot water.

The last time he couldn't move, it was Fang Zichen who helped him.

He let go, but Fang Zichen came back in a few steps, sat on the edge of the bed, and pinched his bun face.

"I said I'm a good man, and I'm not just saying it. How about it? Are you super touched now? Do you feel super happy?"

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao didn't expect him He would say such shameless words and push him: "Hurry up, I want to sleep."

"Hey, Xiao Fangzi obeys your order. Mr. Zhao, please wait a moment." Fang Zichen bowed his body and retreated.

Brother Zhao couldn't help it, he buried himself into the pillow and laughed.

Chapter 89

When the water was hot, Fang Zichen brought it into the room. After Brother Zhao wiped himself and changed into clean clothes, Fang Zichen took the water out, then took a cold shower outside and ran in.

He felt that it was a great improvement for him to be able to achieve this step. After all, he had been taken care of by others before.

Damn, Brother Zhao is really lucky.

It was the first of many times for him.

As soon as he lay down on the bed, Brother Zhao hugged his waist and buried himself in his arms.

"...I used to be very miserable too." Brother Zhao suddenly said softly.

"Huh?" Fang Zichen lowered his eyes to look at him.

Brother Zhao knew that Fang Zichen was a bit soft-hearted. Brother Wu had just given birth to a child and would be busy working outside. He felt that he was pitiful. Brother Zhao wanted Fang Zichen to 'pity' him too.

He knew that Fang Zichen had him in his heart and had feelings for him, but he was greedy and not satisfied. He always wanted to make Fang Zichen feel more, more, and more for him.

"On the third day after I gave birth to my little boy, I was pulled up by the Ma family to work in the fields."

The moonlight in late autumn was bright, shining in from the window, and the crickets and frogs that were always rustling in summer were no longer there in this season. Silence.

Brother Zhao said it very softly, but very clearly.

Most of the people in the village are in poverty. A large family lives together and there is a lot of work. No woman can stay in bed for a month after giving birth.

Most of them would lie down for five or six days and then go to work in the fields.

Zhao Geer lay down for three days. In fact, speaking of it, he was almost the same as Angkor Er.

But Angkor's life was always better than his. When he gave birth, he had a midwife, and his mother-in-law took care of him after that. He also gave him three kilograms of rice, but he was different at that time.

He was alone, experiencing it for the first time as a teenager. He was panicked, scared, and helpless.

Without a midwife, he was in unbearable pain and his whimpering sounds were heard outside. He was also scolded by Aunt Ma for being noisy in the middle of the night.

The baby couldn't be born, and his stomach hurt too much. He wanted to find someone to ask what was going on, but he looked around and found no one except for the firewood, the broken mud walls, and the cold wind blowing outside.

He chewed a piece of wood and lay alone in a pile of damp straw. The child was not born until midnight, and he was hungry for two days after that.

If Liu Xiaowen hadn't found him, he might have died along with his son in that cold winter.

My brother had no milk. He didn't know what to feed the good boy when he was born. He rummaged through the woodshed and found nothing except a handful of wild vegetables.

Brother Zhao had no choice but to feed him water.

People in the village grow pumpkins in cornfields. The pumpkins will be fully mature around September or October.

Rich people are used to eating big fish and meat, and occasionally want to eat some vegetables to relieve their tiredness. However, poor people may not be able to eat meat all year round. In their eyes, pumpkins and vegetables are almost like wild vegetables and worthless.

I plant a lot of pumpkins, and when harvesting I only pick the big ones. I harvest the good ones, the bad ones, and the small ones and leave them in the ground. If they rot, they can fertilize the ground.

Maybe the only people who do this are 'rich' people like the village chief and He Daleng

. There are many people in the village who don't have enough to eat.

Some families have less land and more children. They have to pay grain taxes after the autumn harvest, so there is not much food left at home. Although pumpkins are not as good as meat, they can be preserved in the long and cold winter.

So many people harvest pumpkins cleanly.

Brother Zhao finished his work very late every day. When he came back from the fields and cooked meals for the Ma family, he couldn't take a breath. When they were resting, he went up the mountain with a big belly to look for pumpkins in their fields.

It was dark at night and it was inconvenient for him to squat with his big belly, so he knelt down and rummaged through the grass and corn stalks. If he was lucky, he could find two or three in a night. If he was not lucky, he could find them all regardless of how many acres of land he had. Not.

He didn't dare to take the pumpkin he found back to the Ma family, fearing that the Ma family would find out and snatch it to feed the pigs, so he hid it in the mountains and thought of saving it to eat when he gave birth to a child.

Otherwise, it would be cold in winter, there would be no wild vegetables, and he would starve to death. He would be like a hamster, desperately hoarding food.

He originally planned to come to the mountain to give birth to the baby on the day he was going to give birth. After the baby was born, he could cook pumpkin for him to eat.

Steam the pumpkin until soft, mash it, add some water and stir it again. The child can eat it. Then go help Aunt He chop wood and exchange some old clothes with her, so that the child will have something to wrap it in after birth. .

But who would have thought that before he could get ready, he was so tired that he gave birth prematurely.

He was injured when giving birth and was so weak that he couldn't walk at all. The winter that year seemed to be against him. It was colder than in previous years. It had been drizzling for days and the wind was blowing hard, and it always carried a biting chill every day. The cold was blowing, and he didn't dare to go out with the child in his arms.

Liu Xiaowen brought him food for a few days, but the good times did not last long. Shortly afterwards, because the Liu family could not pay the money, Liu Xiaowen was arrested and taken to the border.

Brother Zhou became seriously ill because of this. Aunt Liu and Uncle Liu were busy taking care of him and the children, so naturally they couldn't take care of Brother Zhao.

Liu Xiaowen has a sister who married into the Jiang family in Xiaorong Village eight or nine years ago. The Jiang family did some small business in the town and lived a pretty good life. Liu Xiaoli heard the news from somewhere and secretly took her with her ten I found kilograms of white rice noodles.

"You hide, don't be discovered by the Ma family. If the child is hungry, just cook some paste for the child to eat. This food is nutritious and eating it is good for the child. I can't help you with anything, I can only do my best. "

Brother Zhao accepted it.

Relying on the rice flour and the pumpkin he hid, the child finally survived that winter.

This was the second time he told Fang Zichen about the past.

Fang Zichen felt bad when he heard this.

I feel uncomfortable every time I hear it.

He held Brother Zhao's waist tight and rested his chin on top of his head.

The room was silent.

Brother Zhao listened to the steady and powerful heartbeat in his chest. Now when he thinks about that dark and lightless past, he doesn't seem to feel so suffocated anymore.

Fang Zichen didn't speak, but after a while, he called him in a deep voice: "Brother Zhao."

These three words seemed to carry a thousand words for him.

It was full of heartache and sorrow.

Fang Zichen kissed the top of his head, held his face, and pressed his forehead against his forehead.

His expression was more serious than ever before, and the corner of his eyes showed Brother Zhao's still slightly immature look.

"Brother Zhao~" he shouted again.

Brother Zhao was stunned, and then gently pecked his mouth.

Fang Zichen said: "Pregnancy, childbirth, and confinement are one-stop services. You were not able to do confinement at that time, so why not make up for it now! I will ask for leave from shopkeeper Yang tomorrow and come back to serve you. Do you agree? No confinement." My son's life is incomplete."

Brother Zhao laughed and said, "How can this happen? My son is already three years old, why is he still in confinement?"

Fang Zichen said nonchalantly: "Let's make it up!"

"No." Brother Zhao is used to being busy, and he's not used to it being made to lie still. Besides, he can earn so much money by making hot sauce. If he works at the stall for one less day, he will earn three or four taels less. He can't bear it, but ······· He poked Fang Zichen's chest, with a doubtful tone, and asked: "Can you serve others?"

"Hey, you underestimate people, don't you? Isn't it just me who was serving you? Otherwise, you thought the hot water Did it fall from the sky with a bang?" Fang Zichen was unhappy again: "I can cook now."

That didn't seem to be proof enough, so he added: "I'll show you my skills when I come back tomorrow night. I know, I graduated from New Oriental, and my skills are not limited. I am the best at taking the blame."

Although Brother Zhao only understood it half-heartedly, he also knew that this young man was probably bragging again.

... After

the village chief

left Fang Zichen the next evening, the village chief went back to the house to think about it, and sternly warned Wang Damei not to tell anyone about Fang Zichen's participation in the imperial examination.

This woman in his family has a big mouth. If he didn't tell her, he can guarantee that everyone in Xiaohe Village, old and young, would know about it by tomorrow.

Wang Damei was puzzled: "This is a good thing, why can't I say it?"

The village chief naturally has his concerns.

When Fang Zichen told him that he was going to take part in the imperial examination, he got excited, but after he calmed down, he came to his senses.

Fang Zichen works every day, and there are so many guests coming in and out of Zui Xiaolou for dinner. Where does he find the time to read?

Even if he could read before, he was from overseas after all, so he was completely different from Daxia.

How can the child exam be so simple?

Although he is a man from the village, he has not come into contact with many scholars, but Scholar Wang from Xiaorong Village has been studying under the old scholar in the town since he was a child, and he studies very hard. He has taken the exam countless times in the past ten years. I didn't pass the exam, and every time the results of the child exam are released, there are hundreds of people, and only 23 people can be famous. It's difficult to take the child exam.

Fang Zichen is a young man, a son of a rich family. He is always lawless and bold. He has never studied seriously and took the scientific examination. It is naturally a good thing if he passes the examination. If he fails, the whole village will know about it. If you make fun of him for not overestimating his abilities, wouldn't that be a disgrace to him?

Young people care about face the most. Maybe when we find out that they are the ones who spread the news, we will still be angry with them!

Not to mention anything else, just because Fang Zichen was kind to his family, they couldn't do anything to harm him.

That's not kind!

······However, he still had to go to Brother Zhao and ask him to keep an eye on Fang Zichen so that he wouldn't cause any trouble again and ruin his reputation and make him unable to pass the exam.

...

In the middle of the night, Fang Zichen was shaken awake by Brother Zhao.

He rubbed his eyes and his voice was muffled. He was very angry when he woke up, but now he was sleeping soundly. When he was suddenly woken up, he almost frowned instantly, but when he saw it was Brother Zhao, the anger was forced again. He pressed down and asked: "What are you doing?"

Brother Zhao was also sleepy: "Can you take the boy out to urinate?"

In the past, he would carry the boy to urinate, but this time he didn't dare to go.

Afraid of ghosts.

You definitely can't say no now, because if you do, he'll be a scumbag.

Fang Zichen sighed and climbed up without any complaints. The good boy was sleeping soundly at the moment, his little face was flushed, and he didn't wake up even after being picked up by him.

Seeing that he was not awake, Brother Zhao staggered out with the child in his arms.

Fang Zichen definitely didn't want to go to the latrine. There were a lot of mosquitoes there, and the child's urine didn't smell bad, and the urine only lasted a little bit. So he sat on the door rail, took off the boy's pants, and let him pee.

Brother Zhao was very sleepy. As soon as Fang Zichen went out, he closed his eyes. As a result, he had a dream. For some reason, he suddenly woke up. He touched the side and found that it was cold. Fang Zichen hadn't come back yet.

He turned around and looked into the bed, and the boy wasn't there either.

"Husband? Good boy?"

He called out, but no one answered.

Brother Zhao couldn't help but panic when he suffered a cardiac arrest. It wouldn't take so long to urinate. If he could urinate for this long, Xiaohe Village would be flooded. He didn't care whether it was a ghost or not. Even though his legs were a little weak, he hurried out and found Fang Zichen in the yard.

Fang Zichen had fallen asleep leaning against the wall.

Guaizi's pants were taken off to his knees, his buttocks were hanging in the air, and he slept soundly with his back against Fang Zichen's chest.

Brother Zhao is so angry that he doesn't even know what to say?

He looked at the clock and found that Fang Zichen had been sleeping outside for most of an hour.

He touched the little boy's butt, and then touched his face, and found that they were both chilled by the wind.

The floor was also clean, and the boy obviously hadn't peed yet.

Brother Zhao rubbed his throbbing forehead that was already sweating. He squatted next to Fang Zichen and pushed him gently. Fang Zichen didn't wake up.

He looked at Fang Zichen quietly.

Under the moonlight, his complexion was almost translucent, his soft black hair shone with the cool moonlight, and his facial features were resolute and handsome.

Like a fairy under the moon, it presents a charming scene.

But now Fang Zichen was sleeping soundly, which made him angry.

After a while, he pinched Fang Zichen's arm hard and shouted loudly in his ear: "Husband..."

"Ah~" Fang Zichen shouted: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Aunt Zhao, please be merciful!"

Brother Zhao really wanted to stop his yelling.

"I asked you to pee your son, not to let you hold the child and sleep in the yard."

Fang Zichen felt a little guilty, and his whole body became energetic: "It's not my fault! He won't pee when I hit him! I'll wait for the old man It's been a long time, it's late at night, and I'm sleepy..." Under the gaze of Brother Zhao, who was looking at him eagerly, if you say anything again, I'll give you a fist." His voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke.

"How did you whip him?" Brother Zhao asked after taking a deep breath.

Fang Zichen only thought his question was funny.

How else can I urinate?

Isn't it all done if you take off your pants?

In the past, Brother Zhao would often get up in the middle of the night to urinate the boy. Although he was not awake, he could still tell when he was unconscious. But at that time, Brother Zhao seemed to have returned to his room very quickly.

He couldn't hit it hard today, and even after waiting for a long time, he didn't urinate even a drop.

Brother Zhao asked him: "Are you shushing?"

"Huh?" Fang Zichen was confused: "Shhing for what?"

Brother Zhao was convinced: "How can he pee if you don't shush him?"

How could Fang Zichen know these things? .

He never raised a son.

The youngest in the family, no one is younger than him. Every day at school, at home, and in interest classes, he has no contact with children.

I have never seen anyone peeing a child.

Fang Zichen asked: "I shushed him and he peed?"

Brother Zhao picked up the boy from his arms and squatted aside. He shushed twice and the boy peed.

Fang Zichen was a little stunned.

Is it so magical?

What kind of faucet switch is this?

He just squatted so hard that his feet were numb!

Learned learned learned.

The next morning, Angkor was waiting outside the yard early in the morning.

He didn't know what time Fang Zichen usually started work, so he could only come over early and wait.

On market days, Fang Zichen would go with Brother Zhao. If it was not a market day, Brother Zhao would be late, and Fang Zichen would have to go by himself.

Now he came out of the yard with a bun in his mouth and yawned, and was stunned when he saw Angkor.

Angkor had obviously been waiting for a long time. The fog was heavy in the autumn morning, and now his shoulders and head were a little wet from the fog.

Brother Zhao was coaxed by Fang Zichen last night. Now that he saw him, he no longer thought about anything else. Moreover, he also believed in Fang Zichen.

He went back and got a bun for Angkor'er, and then watched the two of them leave.

Chapter 90

Angkor looked very nervous along the way.

He and Fang Zichen were the only two people. Fang Zichen always gave people a sense of oppression that was difficult to ignore because of his sharp facial features, tall figure and strong aura.

Wu Geer also felt that Fang Zichen was different from those mud-legged guys. As for what was different, he couldn't tell. If he had to say it, it might be that the other party was too handsome and noble, even more so than the young masters in the town. Like a young master.

A person with high emotional intelligence can make anyone who stays with him feel comfortable as long as he is willing. Fang Zichen found a few topics and chatted, and Wu Geer unconsciously relaxed a little.

When we arrived at Zuixiao Tower, looking at the 'magnificence' inside, Angkor was inevitably a little embarrassed.

Zuixiaolou is very luxuriously decorated, the tables and stools inside are all exquisite, and the floor is swept clean. It's early in the morning, but there are already two tables of guests having morning tea.

They were dressed richly, and the waiters who came and went were also well-dressed. Angkor's self-esteem was so low that his head seemed to hang down on his chest.

Today he specially wore his latest set of clothes. Although they were washed clean, there were still two or three patches of different colors on them, making them look out of place in Zuixiaolou.

"It's okay, don't be nervous." Fang Zichen comforted him and said, "They dress a little better, but in fact they are no different from us. They all have two eyes and one mouth, and they can lick their noses and fart, so relax. "

Wang Kor'er:"..."

...

Fang Zichen talked to Shopkeeper Yang and Fat Master, and introduced the general situation of Angkor'er.

The fat master is fat but not greasy. He smiles like Nero and is quite kind.

It was Shopkeeper Yang, with a slightly serious look on his face.

Angkor greeted the two of them respectfully.

If Fang Zichen, the second-in-command, wants to protect himself, there is nothing he can do.

However, there are examples, and the fat master still said that if Brother Wu is a cheater and disobedient, then he will not sell Zichen's face.

Angkor immediately shook his head and waved his hands, indicating that he would work hard.

Shopkeeper Yang led Angkor to the hall and briefly talked about his work.

Fang Zichen had already said on the road that it was nothing more than washing dishes and vegetables. You should follow the instructions of the chef and do whatever you are told.

Although I am just washing vegetables and dishes, when I get really busy, when there are not enough people, I have to go into the kitchen to help, watching the fire, chopping vegetables and so on.

After shopkeeper Yang took a sip of tea, he said leisurely: "When there are many customers in the store, the kitchen may be busier. Sometimes you have to work non-stop from morning to night. Can you bear it?

" It's boring, and sitting for a long time washing dishes and vegetables will make your waist and bones unbearable. This kind of work is mostly done by older women and husbands who can endure loneliness.

For rural people, washing dishes and vegetables is considered a matter in the house. No matter how hard and tiring the work in the house is, it is not as tiring as working in the fields under the scorching sun.

Wu Geer hurriedly expressed his position, fearing that people would not want him if he was too late: "Okay, okay, I can bear it."

He roared anxiously, and shopkeeper Yang laughed: "Okay, according to the rules in our store The rules are that the first one will give you nine hundred coins. If you do a good job, I will give you more. " If you

perform well, you will get more. It is not up to you to decide whether it is good or not."

Fang Zichen rolled his eyes and felt that shopkeeper Yang looked very much like capitalism that exploited working people.

When he first came here, shopkeeper Yang said the same thing. He just used the same rhetoric and didn't know how to change it with new ones. , draw a big pie.

Interesting?

Angkor was extremely happy when he heard this.

The man in the village works as a coolie in the town and earns only more than 20 or 30 cash a day. His work is easy and he is not exposed to wind or rain, so he can earn 30 cash a day.

Moreover, Zuixiaolou also provides food, good food, plenty of vegetables, oil, water, salt, and meat. There is no better job than this.

When he went back yesterday, he told his family about this. His mother-in-law and Du Xiaodu were very happy.

Their family is getting better.

Shopkeeper Yang gave a brief explanation and left. Brother Wu bowed to Fang Zichen.

"Thank you."

Fang Zichen waved his hand indifferently.

"You're welcome."

They can come to work together in the morning, but they can't go back together in the evening.

Fang Zichen is a bill collector. If there are no customers, he can just put down his pen, close the ledger, pat his butt and go back. But Angkor can't do that, and he has to clean up behind him.

It's always uneasy for a brother of his to go back alone, but Du Xiaodu knew that the kitchen in the restaurant had to work late, so he told him last night that he would come to pick him up every night.

It was a busy day. When I was not busy, I read some books and taught Yang Mingyi some homework. In the blink of an eye, it was time to get off work.

Shopkeeper Yang watched him rush out of the door as if he was pinching himself, and couldn't help but shook his head.

The last person who did the accounting was very slow. He often had to go back from Zuixiao Building until midnight to complete the general ledger. How could he be like Fang Zichen, who was reading books and calculating accounts while chatting with others. He was always able to do two things at once, but he couldn't get out of work. Half a mistake.

Fang Zichen was thinking about showing off his skills to Brother Zhao when he went back in the evening, and walked very fast with his long legs.

He originally thought about buying two kilograms of meat, but when he opened his wallet, he was stunned.

"..."

I can't read anymore, my eyes can't function well. When I open my purse, I can't even see a copper plate.

oh! No, it's not that his eyesight doesn't work, but that he gave all his money to Hexi last night.

He was now a penniless poor boy.

Is it true that handsome guys have a rough life? If so,

then he is really a loser.

He sighed.

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw the boy waiting for him at the intersection with his sheep.

Guaizi has a mini version of a basket hanging on his hand. Uncle Liu specially made it for him and Yoyo to play with, one for each of them.

He hangs on his short arm, like a virtuous peasant woman preparing to go to the fields to pick vegetables.

He is obviously a son, a little man, but for some reason, looking at him like this, Fang Zichen always feels like a good boy like a little brother.

Which grown man would carry a basket in such a posture?

"Smash..." he shouted.

When the boy heard it, he immediately laughed and rushed towards him.

"Father, you are finally back. My dear boy misses you so much."

"I miss my little sweetheart too."

Fang Zichen knelt down and hugged him, and the sweet boy rubbed his face and kissed him again.

"What did my son do at home today?"

"I went to sell chili sauce with my father. When I came back, my son was at home to look after the house. He didn't run around." He said honestly.

When Brother Zhao came back at noon, Brother Zhou came over and said that the chestnuts from the mountain were ripe and asked him if he wanted to find some to eat.

The chestnut tree is wild, and the chestnuts are very small. But after you take them back and keep them for two days, they will become very sweet, pink and glutinous, and are a rare snack for children in the village.

But this chestnut is hard to find, because it is wild and no one takes care of it. There are cut weeds and thorny grass vines under the chestnut tree. Moreover, the chestnut tree is big and old, and the book cover is full of moss and slippery. , I couldn't climb up easily, I couldn't shake it, I could only find it slowly by picking at the grass.

Chestnuts have many thorns. Last year, Brother Zhao carried Guaizi on his back. Guaizi was only two years old at the time. Seeing Brother Zhao busy looking for chestnuts, he couldn't stay idle. He imitated Brother Zhao to break the grass, and his hand was cut. Not to mention, he was tripped by a grass vine and fell. He sat down on a chestnut shell and his butt was pricked into a little hedgehog. It hurt so much that he cried on the spot and couldn't breathe, and his little mouth was black. .

Brother Zhao helped him pick out the thorns all night that night, and the little boy's little butt was so picked that it was almost torn.

Afraid of making the same mistake again, Brother Zhao asked him to stay at home and wait at noon, while he followed Brother Zhou with a backpack.

The good boy said this just because he wanted to be praised and kissed.

Fang Zichen was not stingy and kissed him between the eyebrows. The good boy turned his face again, facing Fang Zichen with his left cheek.

This means that you should also kiss the left cheek.

After kissing the left cheek and then the right cheek, the good boy even lifted up his clothes to reveal his white and tender belly. Fang Zichen had veins pulsing on his forehead and slapped him on the butt.

"That's enough! It's not enough to kiss your face. I also need to kiss your belly. Will I kiss your little butt later?"

The boy said happily, "My boy, your butt smells good. You can give it to your father too."

Fang Zichen: "..."

You can pull it down!

His eyes fell on Guaizi's small basket, and he saw that there were small half-framed black things inside, one by one, oval-shaped, larger than soybeans, and a bit like chocolate.

He grabbed one, which felt a little hard to the touch. He held it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. He thought he was well-read and well-informed, but after looking around, he didn't know what it was.

After smelling it, it smelled slightly fishy.

"What is this?" he asked.

The good boy raised his head and said, "It's the sheep that pooped out!"

Fang Zichen: "..."

"What did you say?"

Fang Zichen was petrified on the spot, as if he was about to burst. , the expression on his face was unpredictable, his hand shook uncontrollably, and the sheep shit fell to the ground instantly.

The good boy picked it up again and put it in the basket.

The village chief grandpa said that cow daddy can fertilize the land and use it to grow vegetables, and the vegetables will grow very well.

The sheep's daddy is also a good thing.

It couldn't be wasted. When walking the sheep in the evening, he kept staring at the sheep's butts and was very tired from picking up sheep excrement.

Fang Zichen stared at his hand that had just grabbed the sheep dung. It was shaking like he had Parkinson's syndrome. He just felt that this hand was a little bit serious.

He calmed down, and then looked around like a thief. At this moment, everyone was busy cooking at home, and the man was busy going up the mountain to chop firewood. There was no one nearby, otherwise he would be seen smelling sheep excrement. I am afraid that my reputation in this life will be destroyed in one day.

Fang Zichen calmed down for several times before leading the boy home.

Brother Zhao is peeling chestnuts in the yard.

When the chestnuts are ripe, some will crack, but some will not.

The mountain was steep and difficult to peel, so Brother Zhao picked up some chestnuts that were not yet cracked.

When Fang Zichen came back, he wanted to get up and cook, but Fang Zichen called him to stop.

"You just sit down, I'll cook tonight's dinner."

Brother Zhao sat down seriously. He saw that Fang Zichen took the honey locusts and washed his hands carefully in order to cook a meal. It was very solemn and serious, and he couldn't help but want to laugh. .

The rice has been cooked in advance.

Fang Zichen walked around the kitchen. There was still some lean meat at home. Brother Zhao bought it specially at noon and had already cut it and marinated it.

There were some sour bamboo shoots soaked in the plate next to it. I guess Brother Zhao wanted to stir-fry the lean meat with the sour bamboo shoots.

However, there were few sour bamboo shoots, so the cabbage in the yard was edible. Fang Zichen picked one and planned to take it back to the kitchen to wash.

The good boy came out after feeding the chickens in the backyard, and then took the sheep dung to 'fertilize' the vegetables in the field.

There was little sheep excrement, so he counted the pellets. He could only put three pellets in one vegetable, and if there were more, it wouldn't be enough.

There were grasses in the vegetable field, and he pulled them out.

Brother Zhao had to water the vegetable field every day. When he was planting vegetables, the land was plowed back and forth. He also went to Brother Zhou's house and carried a basket of plant ash back. After spreading it, the soil was very fertile.

The grass climbed up easily, and there were earthworms rolling around in the open ground.

The good boy had quick eyes and quick hands and grabbed him.

"Dad," he showed it to Brother Zhao, "My good boy has caught an earthworm again."

"Yeah!" Brother Zhao smiled and replied, "Then you can feed it to the chickens later."

Fang Zichenyu Just in time to see this scene, Guang got goosebumps all over his body and his back became stiff.

Out of sight, out of mind, he fled into the kitchen.

Wash the vegetables, wash the pot, cut some peppers, shoot some garlic, and start lighting the fire.

Brother Zhao was afraid that he wouldn't be able to handle it, so he secretly peeked out of the small window, only to see that he was doing exactly the same thing.

After being with Fang Zichen for a long time, he could see clearly that this person was capable, but his ability to brag was even greater.

When I first saw him digging sweet potatoes, after watching him twice, he boasted that he knew how to do it, but in the end... he didn't even want to say it.

Seeing that he was orderly and stable, Brother Zhao felt a little relieved.

There wasn't much firewood left in the kitchen, so I had to go to the backyard to get some.

Realizing that Brother Zhao's fiery gaze had left, Fang Zichen let out a sigh.

Brother Zhao really underestimated him.

She was still worried about taking a peek at him, but if she

showed him her hand, he would know how powerful he was.

After all, people without any strength would not dare to brag.

He dared to say yesterday that he would cook tonight, so he certainly has the ability.

When the pot was hot, he put a spoonful of lard in it, and when it sizzled, a fragrant aroma began to float in the pot.

In the 1960s, everyone ate lard. I didn't know where to start. Experts said lard was unhealthy.

But now he has become a pauper, so he still cares about his health?

It would be nice to be full.

Besides, there are a lot of people in the village who are in their sixties or seventies, and no one has died at such a young age.

The lard has melted, and the oil is 80% hot. Add the garlic and chili and sauté until fragrant, then add the chopped cabbage. It's not difficult at all. It's so delicious.

Brother Zhao no longer has to worry that he will starve to death.

Fang Zichen was cooking, and he felt like he was about to reach heaven. These days, there are not many cool and beautiful men like him who can work in the hall or in the kitchen.

He sighed once again, Brother Zhao is really lucky.

Cabbage is easy to cook, so when it was time to add salt, he discovered that the small spoon in the salt shaker was missing. He called out in the kitchen, and Brother Zhao came back in the backyard and said he was taking it to put hot sauce in the hot sauce jar.

And the hot sauce jar is in the main room.

Fang Zichen was too lazy to get it, so he tilted the salt shaker, thinking of letting it go.

Brother Zhao was about to come in from outside with a bundle of firewood in his arms, when he saw his hands shaking, and then

... a few yards and three ounces of white salt were sprinkled directly into the pot, while Fang Zichen seemed to have no idea. Unexpectedly, the whole person was a little dazed. He didn't control his strength well and was shaking too much. So much was poured out.

What to do now.

Barbie is Q.

Brother Zhao silently withdrew again when he didn't come back to his senses.

After waiting for a few breaths, he pretended to have just come out of the backyard.

"Husband." He put the firewood on, smiled, and said, "I forgot to tell you, brother Zhou asked me to go to his house for dinner today."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Donkey him again.

Brother Zhao probably saw it just now.

Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster strikes.

The ancients never deceived me.

Salt is very expensive, and Fang Zichen has now inherited the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation and fully displayed the word frugality.

This pot of food can actually be eaten if you add a few ladles of water.

Forget about the sour bamboo shoots, pour in the lean meat, and just boil the cabbage soup and drink it.