Guo Cuihua's anger was booming, and she slapped him again, tilting his head to the side: "Dead boy speak clearly, what are the things?"

"It's these sugar, clam oil, and noodles and eggs, our family can't starve to death without these, can't you be like other people's families, eat more, use more, and make do with it, can't you?"

Feng Qian's words that had been held back for a long time poured out, and Feng Xiaoxia on the other side was stunned by the bravery of the eldest brother, her mouth was wide open, and paste flowed out of the corners of her mouth, looking very disgusting.

Even Feng Daxi, who has never had a sense of existence and only knows how to eat and work, put down his chopsticks and looked at his son in a daze.

This kid is crazy, right?

Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death by your mother?

Guo Cuihua really didn't beat her son.

was exposed by her own son in front of the man and daughter, her eyelids jumped wildly one by one, the corners of her mouth twitched with anger, she looked hideous and terrifying, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

Feng Xiaoxia, as the perennial gas bag in this family, was the first to come back to her senses, picked up the bowl and drank the paste in the bowl three times and five by two, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, stood up and ran out.

"I'm going to whip grass for the chickens!"

Her mother must be angry, if she runs slowly, she may be beaten and beaten, Feng Xiaoxia ran out of the yard and shouted to say hello, and in a blink of an eye, there was no shadow.

Feng Qian didn't look a little afraid, and looked at Guo Cuihua with a fearless face, as if his mother didn't tell him one, two, or three today, he would be finished.

"Dad, look at it, look at it," Guo Cuihua's fingers trembled angrily, pointing at Feng Qian and complaining to Feng Daxi: "I don't even want face for our family, his little cub eats me and wears mine, and he dares to arrange me!"

Feng Daxi was so embarrassed that he coughed heavily: "Yu Qian, your doll's family doesn't know how to live a difficult life......

Feng Qian stood up suddenly and interrupted him: "Dad, can you be a little manly!"

No matter how green and muddy Feng Daxi is, even if he enters his yard night and night, he can bear it, but he can't tolerate his own son talking about himself like this.

His face was flushed, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, he moved his mouth to say something but couldn't say anything, and in a hurry, he picked up the spoon in the mushy basin and looked at Feng Qian's head with a spoonful.

If you can do it, you won't beep, Feng Daxi is very manly in Feng Qian's body.

After a muffled sound, the golden cornmeal batter and the red blood mixed together and flowed down from Feng Qian's head at the same time.

Feng Qian only felt a pain in his head, his face was hot, and a hot current flowed down his face, at this time he didn't expect blood on his head, he just thought that it was scalded by cornmeal batter.

He wiped his face casually, and when he saw the blood on his hands, he realized that he was injured.

Guo Cuihua was anxious when she saw it, and snatched the spoon and gave Feng Daxi a spoonful: "Why are you so ruthless, he is your own son!"

Feng Daxi raised his arm to block the spoon, and rarely broke out of the man's blood, flipped the table and turned away: "Damn, who knows if this little cub is my ......"

When the table flipped over, the rice bowl fell to the ground, and the golden paste flowed all over the ground, mixed with Guo Cuihua's angry scolding, Feng Daxi's voice was mixed with these voices, and most of it was drowned out.

However, the ghost sent the gods to the earth, but Feng Qian heard these words clearly.

His head exploded with a buzz, and he couldn't even feel the pain in his head.

He wasn't born to his father!

He wasn't born to his dad?

Feng Qian remembered Feng Daxi's lukewarm attitude towards him, the way Feng Daxi looked at him, and the men who went in and out of his house every night.

Feng Qian immediately had doubts about his identity, covering the wound on his head with one hand, and looked at Guo Cuihua like a wolf cub, his eyes were gloomy and unfamiliar.

"You can't die old thing!Why don't you let the wolf take it away!" Guo Cuihua scolded Feng Daxi and came over to check Feng Qian's wound: "Yu Qian come here, my mother will see where the injury is, and wait for this old thing ......to come back."

Feng Qian took two steps back to prevent her from touching him: "Mother, who is my father?

Guo Cuihua doesn't feel sorry for her son, for her, Feng Qian is her only son, everything she does is for the good of Feng Qian and this family, she doesn't feel that there is anything wrong.

Those men paid for food or money, and she paid the price, and no one owed anyone.

Isn't there a smooth saying: You are comfortable, I am happy, the fixed assets are still there, everyone takes what they need, why not?

Guo Cuihua believes that she herself has a moral bottom line, she does all this for this family, and interacting with those men is just a means for her to make a living.

While making a living, she must ensure that the child she gives birth to is Feng Daxi's.

For Guo Cuihua, this is the minimum work ethic.

"Put your mother's shit! Your father is Feng Daxi's dead thing, if the old lady didn't marry him to such a poor family, not to support this big family, she would be so embarrassed!"

Guo Cuihua didn't know if she was wronged or what, and her words were filled with crying.

You know it's a shame?!

Feng Qian looked at her and thought hatefully, blood running down his head, spilling over his eyebrows and covering his eyes.

Guo Cuihua was anxious, took two steps forward and twisted Feng Qian, rudely opened his hand to check the wound, and at the same time defended himself a little weakly, spitting stars: "Isn't the old lady doing this to earn money for you to study? Your father has no ability, the family owes a fart debt, and the old lady doesn't want to do anything else, what are you still studying?!"

Guo Cuihua pulled a rag and pressed Feng Qian's wound, and heard her son say faintly: "Other people's families are also difficult, they don't live like this, and they are not like you." ”

"What am I?!" Guo Cuihua finally cried: "I'm not doing this for you, for this family?

The wound on his head was throbbing and painful, Guo Cuihua's voice was sharp and drilled into his ears, Feng Qian was upset, knowing that it was useless to tell his mother no matter how much he said, and suddenly all thoughts were lost, and he decided to break the jar and break it.

But he still retains the last vestiges of illusion, hoping to keep the friendship he cherishes most in his heart.

He pushed Guo Cuihua's hand away, let the blood flow down his cheeks, and stared at Guo Cuihua directly, looking very embarrassed: "Okay, I don't care about anything else, I just have one request." ”

"Ouch living ancestors, hold your head and see how the blood flows...... You said, you said you wanted something, and my mother agreed to everything, as long as you hold down the wound!"

Feng Qian looked at her faintly, his eyes sad and desperate: "Mother, I just ask you not to mention Lin Zijiao to others in the future, don't tie her with our family, you are not worthy, I ...... I don't deserve it!"

Seeing that the blood on Feng Qian's head stained his clothes red, not to mention that he just didn't mention a little girl from someone else's family, at this time, she could agree to let Guo Cuihua kill someone.

Guo Cuihua nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, let's say, you hold your head first!"

Feng Qian then pulled up the rag and pressed it on his head again.

He only felt dizzy and chilled, and he took two steps back and leaned against the wall.

Guo Cuihua hurriedly came over and helped him to find the barefoot doctor in the village.