Zhang Wuliang sat on a small stool next to the table in the hall, took a deep breath of his cigarette pouch, and exhaled circles of smoke. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Liu Qingxi looked eagerly, blaming herself for being too busy before, busy solving the problem of food and clothing, and not knowing enough about the rules of this era.

"Don't worry, I know that you don't have so much money, and you can't do this now, but in the village, the Wang family doesn't dare to disobey the rules of the village, you can rest assured. ”

Liu Qingxi's heart followed Zhang Wuliang's words, a moment of hell, a moment of heaven, and the huge gap made the panic she was carrying instantly dissipate.

The tense body slowly relaxed: "That's good, that's good, then Uncle the village chief, can we do it when we have money?"

Zhang Wuliang replied embarrassedly: "Girl, it's not that you won't be allowed to get out, you have to know that if you are the two of you in the household registration, there will be no one who can help you in the future." ”

His ideas were the minds of most people in ancient times, and no one was willing to leave the family unless they had to.

But who is Liu Qingxi? He is the soul of the present, and he is meticulous in his work, taking into account all the bad possibilities in the future.

When it is broken, it is constantly chaotic, she knows this truth, so she gave Zhang Wuliang a very positive answer:

"Uncle the village chief, just those people of the Liu family, kick us out of the house now, it's good not to step on something in the future, how can I help?

"Come on, you girl has an idea, I won't persuade you, I'll talk about it when you have money, but when the time comes, it is estimated that the Liu family will agree to it again and take the household registration!"

"Okay, Uncle Village Chief, then I'll go back first, and I'll talk about this later!"

Although she was a little disappointed, Liu Qingxi was not particularly sad, she completely broke away from the Liu family, and now she has no ability, so it is better to make money first.

The night is getting late, a gust of wind blows, with the coolness of early autumn, and everywhere they pass, the roosters and dogs bark one after another, the stars in the sky twinkle and blink, and the high moon illuminates the way home for them.

Under the illumination of the same moon, a bright light overflowed from a house not far from Shilipu, and the clear sound of reading was heard.

"Young master, it's getting late, your body is just better, rest!"

"Anan, you don't have to worry about me, I'll rest after reading this paragraph!" The young man's face was a little pale, but his eyes were bright.

"Young Master......"

Yang Yichen interrupted Anan's words: "Okay, don't say it, my body is much better, and I feel much more comfortable today, don't worry!"

After speaking, his eyes turned back to the book, his expression was focused, Anan tried a few times, but after all, he didn't say anything, and gently closed the door and left.

"Alas......" long sigh, full of loss, sadness, sadness, as well as rebellion against fate, confusion about the future.

In the final analysis, Yang Yichen is just a thirteen-year-old boy, due to physical reasons, he has no friends since he was a child, and he grew up alone, and it is rare that there are no psychological problems.

His eyes gradually moved away from the book, he looked into the distance in a daze, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "How can I compare with that sunny girl with such a dark person?"

The warm smile and bright eyes kept flashing in front of the eyes, and the sweet feeling penetrated deep into the heart, overflowing, and dispelling the dark corners.

Yang Yichen didn't know, it turned out that he also had a heart-warming moment.

It seems that in addition to helping his mother help him avenge himself and grasp the lifeblood of the Yang family, he has a different motivation to struggle.

Maybe this year will have to get good results, soon, soon......

Until late at night, when the lights gradually dimmed, Yang Yichen stood up and went back to the bedroom to rest.

Early the next morning, Zhang Wuliang was about to go out and ushered in a guest with a strange identity.

The person who came was thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in white, except for a slightly pale face, he was a personable son, and the potholed land and dilapidated thatched houses were incompatible.

Zhang Wuliang looked at it twice, and thought, which family's son is this, he looks like an immortal.

But, but ......

The boy stopped in front of him: "Village Chief, do you have time?"

"Ah???" Zhang Wuliang looked at the fairy-like person in a daze, and his clear voice was like the sound of a clear spring, deep in his heart: "You, are you looking for me?"

"Yes, village chief, I have something to do with you!" said the young man with a smile.

"Oh, oh, please!" his hands were stiff and he didn't know where to put them, and his things were too stumbling: "Please, the home is simple, it's really ......"

"Very good, Uncle Village Chief! I'm Yang Yichen!" the young man introduced himself.

"Yes, I know, Young Master Yang, what are you looking for me?"

Zhang Wuliang had seen Yang Yichen a few times from afar before, and he didn't have a deep friendship, after all, the people in the town came to live in the village, and it was impossible for him, who was the village head, not to know.

This Young Master Yang is not a figure they can afford to provoke, the people in the village have always been respectful, and it is said that the Yang family is one of the best in the town.

"Uncle the village chief, it's mainly about Qingxi, I want to ask you to take care of it more, I am friends with her, I heard about her family yesterday, I hope that when the Liu family is looking for trouble in the future, you can help more!"

"Hehe, Young Master Yang, don't worry, Qingxi is a good boy and a poor child, I will help, don't worry, do you have any other instructions?"

"Don't dare, don't dare, Uncle Village, just call me Yang Yichen, I live in the village, and I usually have to trouble you more!" Yang Yichen replied modestly.

Although with the power of the Yang family, he didn't need to be so polite to the people in the village at all.

"Okay!" Zhang Wuliang promised again and again, it was already a great honor for Yang Yichen to come over to ask him in person.

"Uncle Village Chief, don't be so polite to me, this is a thank you gift, I'm sorry for you!"

Zhang Wuliang shirked in a panic: "Young Master Yang, I can't ask for this!"

"Uncle Village Chief, you must accept my little heart!" This is a purse with two taels of silver in it.

Zhang Wuliang doesn't need to look, he feels the weight of the purse to know the value of the things inside.

Although he was very excited, the money in it may not be able to earn for several years, but in his heart, heaven and man are at war, one voice says yes, and the other voice says no.

The balance in his heart kept tilting, and Yang Yichen forcibly wanted to give it, and the final result was that Zhang Wuliang took it.

Coming out of Zhang's house, the bright sun was very dazzling, and the girl in the distance walked towards him with braids......