Zhang Pu now fully understands what it means to live like a year. He was locked up in the temple by his grandmother for more than ten days, and it felt as if more than ten years had passed. He lived in a layman's room, with only four walls and nothing else. Not even a chair.

I go to bed at eight o'clock every night, get up at four o'clock in the morning, and when I get up, I have to recite Buddhist scriptures and recite for two hours to eat breakfast, which is green vegetables, tofu and white rice. This is true not only for breakfast, but also for lunch and dinner. It is still a real temple that strictly adheres to Buddhist theories, and there is no vegetarian chicken and vegetarian fish, green vegetables are green vegetables, tofu is tofu, and the seasoning is only salt, not even oil. Every time I eat, no matter how hungry I am, I can't eat two bites, it's too unpalatable.

In addition to not eating well and sleeping well, I also have to work, needless to say every day by chanting scriptures, sweeping the floor, planting vegetables, chopping firewood, tired and sore back, and sleeping on a wooden bed when I go back. Even if the wooden bed is not counted, it is still a cold day in early March, only a thin quilt with ventilation on all sides, and it is shivering when lying down, and the deeper it is at night, the colder it becomes, and you can only sleep in your outer clothes.

But there is a benefit, not to stay in bed. In the past, Zhang Pu liked to lie in bed in winter, and he couldn't get up until ten o'clock. But now I go to bed obediently at four o'clock every day, and I don't need to be urged by others, because the bed is too cold. But what can I do when I get up, I still feel uncomfortable facing the walls that are empty on all sides. But such a small house, Zhang Pu is not alone, and he has to squeeze the bunk beds with three people sent by his grandmother to monitor him.

Twenty-four hours a day, one hour and sixty minutes, one minute and sixty seconds, every second is torment. Even if you are imprisoned in prison, you can still have some meat to eat every day.

On this day, it was as dark as the bottom of the pot, Zhang Pu was frozen again, hiding in the quilt and shivering, wanting to sleep again, but he couldn't sleep, so he had to get up, looking for something to eat, of course he couldn't find it. I had to take out the kettle, pour half a glass of water, and take a sip, which was also cold and not hot.

"Sleep well!" Chen Heng reprimanded him and said, "What are you messing with!" ”

Chen Heng is a relative of Mrs. Zhang, and this time Mrs. Zhang came to see Zhang Pu. However, Zhang Pu must stay in the monk's temple twenty-four hours a day, Chen Heng can go home during the day, Zhang Pu must eat green vegetables and tofu, and Chen Heng can eat big fish and meat when he goes out. So Zhang Pu was very unbalanced in his heart, thinking to himself what kind of thing are you, I am still the patriarch of the Zhang family, and you dare to ride on my head. But thinking so, he flattered him with his mouth, "Brother Chen, I'll just drink some water, I'm starving to death, do you have anything to eat there?" ”

"I won't give you anything to eat! Give me honest sleep, if you don't be honest, I'll beat you! Chen Huan pulled out a rattan, this is the Shang Fang sword given to Chen Huan by the old lady of the Zhang family, if Zhang Pu is disobedient, he will use this rattan to beat him, "You guy is really not angry, even if you live in the monk temple by yourself, it will also affect me to live in the monk temple." If it weren't for you, I would have slept in a two-meter-wide bed at home! ”

Zhang Pu indignantly wanted that if it wasn't for our Zhang family, you had a fart two-meter bed. Chen Huan's situation is very clear to him, he was originally a poor family, and he didn't even have money to go to college, but it was Mrs. Zhang who gave him money to go to college, and promoted him to do a few small businesses, and he trusted him very much-in other words, Mrs. Zhang used the Zhang family's money to subsidize her mother's family, and also pulled her mother's family to bully their Zhang family!

He usually doesn't dare to say this, even if he doesn't dare to think about it. But the stomach is hungry, the body is cold, the so-called anger rises from the heart, and evil is born to the side of the gall, "When you slept in that bed, it was better than this monk's bed." If it weren't for my Zhang family, you would still be farming in the countryside. All your things now are given by my Zhang family, and now you are shaking, I really think that you are something, and you are playing prestige on my head. ”

Chen Huan was forced to live in this leaky ice cave every day, and of course he was not in a good mood, so he immediately put Mrs. Zhang's advice of 'take good care of your cousin, take out the strip and scare him, don't really do it', "Then I'll let you see today, what is called playing prestige!" He took out the rattan and said to Zhang Pu, "Kneel!" ”

Zhang Pu was taken aback, and said, "Kneel down your mother!" ”

Chen Huan didn't say anything, picked up the rattan brush, and hit Zhang Pu's head, he didn't dare to use force, but where did Zhang Pu know, ouch, and hurriedly dodged. He ate dinner at five o'clock, only a little green vegetable tofu, which had already been digested at this time, and had been frozen for a long time, and he had just gotten up from bed, and his blood pressure was very low. After all, he was not too old, and he moved slowly, but it was not in the way, but at this time, he quarreled loudly and hurriedly avoided it, and suddenly he felt dizzy and fell off the bed.

Zhang Pu only felt that his head was buzzing, leaving a lot of slimy liquid, and when he reached out to wipe it, he saw that his hands were bright red, "Murder!" Killed! Chen Huan has killed someone! Come and save me! He didn't care if it was useful or not, he just yelled. A shrill voice could be heard far away in the silence of the night.

This Chen Huan also panicked, he was just a distant relative of Mrs. Zhang, if Mrs. Zhang's own grandson had any accidents, how could he explain, he hurriedly went up and held Zhang Pu's mouth, "Don't scream, the more you scream, the faster the blood flows, hurry up and bandage it first, and then go to the hospital...... I'm not sincere, it's you who fell yourself......"

How could Zhang Pu listen to him, desperately struggling and shouting: "Killed!" Come and save me! Chen Huan wants to kill me! But his mouth was held down by Chen Huan, his voice was very dull, and the blood on the top of his head was constantly flowing, as if it was a real murder scene.

When the commotion was unbearable, there was a bang, and the door was smashed open. Chen Huan breathed a sigh of relief, this monk's temple is a small temple, there are only three monks, all of them are old and deaf, and those who came so quickly must be monks who borrowed from the temple - of course there are no other monks in this temple, only people sent by Mrs. Zhang.

But when I looked up, it was not right, the person who came, Chen Huan, didn't know him at all, it was a tall and strong man. As soon as he wanted to say something, the big man had already rushed to his side, and then Chen Huan felt his body fly up and fall heavily to the ground. The hot pain just came, and Chen Huan had been pressed to the ground with his hands by the reverse scissors, and he couldn't move.

Huang Wenbin walked into the house and felt very strange, what was going on? You can't really kill your own grandson, right? Even if you really want to kill, can't you find a better killer? This job is really rough enough, although there are sparsely populated nearby, but it's not really that there is no one, and people who call it so loudly don't call the police.

"How are you?" Huang Wenbin asked Zhang Pu.

"Boss Huang!" Zhang Pu rushed over and hugged Huang Wenbin's thigh, "Fortunately, Boss Huang, you came quickly, otherwise I would definitely be killed by Chen Huan." Chen Huan, this bastard, dared to kill me, he must be trying to rob my family's property, my grandmother is confused, looking for a group of mother's family to take care of things, and wants to replace the Zhang family with the Chen family! ”

Zhang Long frowned, how could Mrs. Zhang do such a thing, even if it was Wu Zetian, she would not pass on the family business to the surname Wu, and no matter how close her nephew was, she would not have a biological son. Now Mrs. Zhang's sons are dead, and her grandson is still there. "Don't talk nonsense, your grandma is certainly not such a person."

Zhang Pu ignored him, only grabbed Huang Wenbin's thigh, "Boss Huang, you must save me, you must save me!" ”

Huang Wenbin doesn't know how they have such a misunderstanding, but what does it matter, their Zhang family is in such a critical juncture, then God helps me. Could it be that luck has come back to him? Originally, Huang Wenbin came over this time, preparing to get Zhang Pu out first and slowly persuade him, who knew that this would be the case.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is almost inevitable that Zhang Pu and his grandmother will turn their faces. The money is in Zhang Pu's name, and Zhang Pu himself really can't move a penny, so he has to listen to Mrs. Zhang. Even such a major event as forming an alliance with Smith was handled by Mrs. Zhang, as the patriarch, Zhang Pu had no right to speak at all, and was locked up in the monk's temple for 'reflection'. Even if there is no such thing as today, the rift between them is irreparable, and as long as there is a little external force to provoke, they will definitely turn against each other -- this is what Zhang Long said. The reason why Huang Wenbin was able to touch this side was naturally because Zhang Long was the leading party.

"Don't worry, you're safe now." Huang Wenbin said and looked at Zhang Pu's injury, in fact, it was not serious at all, it was just a scratch on the skin, "Let's go and bandage it first." ”

Huang Wenbin's car is fully equipped and has everything, and his baby is also professionally trained, so it is not a problem to deal with such a small injury. Quickly bandaged Zhang Pu's head, got into the car and hurried back to the city. Zhang Pu was wearing a bandage like an Indian Ah San, holding a whole roast chicken in his hand, and said while gnawing: "Fortunately, Boss Huang came in time this time." ”

"I came to you to discuss Smith's problem with you." Huang Wenbin said, "I think it's very strange, what are the benefits of your family cooperating with Smith?" Smith is a foreigner, and we have a joint venture with a foreigner, so do we suffer less? After signing the contract, the right to speak is on the other side, and the profits are eaten by others, and we don't even have soup. Raise an objection, people have a good word, the contract is so stipulated. To go to court, the court has to help them. ”

"Actually, I don't want to, there are few people in the family who are optimistic about cooperating with Smith, but my grandma insists on going her own way." What Zhang Pu said is naturally an exaggeration, although there are opposing voices in the family, but the majority are in favor, and the team that has been purified by the old lady of the Zhang family has a strong centripetal force and cohesion, and they are all waiting to do a big job.

"I'm strange, you are the patriarch of the Zhang family, and you should make the final decision." Huang Wenbin said.

"Hey......" Zhang Pu let out a long sigh, he thought so in his heart.

"Your grandmother did this, I'm afraid that I will lose all my money in the end." Huang Wenbin added another fire, "Smith, is that a good person, don't sign a few contract agreements, you have invested money, but you can't get the right to speak at all, you have exhausted all your funds and connections, and you will end up in disrepute." ”