Kong Mingzhong seemed to be relaxed, but in fact he walked with heavy steps.

And Mu Zhengfang is crazy.

This madness is not a nervous disorder in the medical sense. Instead, he knew that the plan failed, and after being warned by Kong Mingzhong's verbal lesson, he became angry and jumped up and down in the courtyard like a mad dog.

"Old immortal, you TM is the remnants of a landlord's family, miscellaneous. Species, you owe a debt to Lao Tzu's family, do you really think you don't have to pay it back? If you really dare to pay back the debt to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will let your family not be"

Mu Zhengfang jumped to his feet and scolded for a while, scolded the eight generations of the ancestors of the Kong family several times, and also cursed several flats, without any intention of stopping.

While scolding, he also took all the available objects in the courtyard to vent his anger.

Originally, Mu Hongmei wiped several benches and small benches in the courtyard before he kicked and fell, and two of the benches were probably too old, but they had been scattered and disintegrated in pieces.

When Mu Hongmei cleaned up in the morning, she washed the clothes and towels on the hemp rope between the two pomegranate trees in the courtyard, and when he held a stool and waved it, he tore off one of the branches, and the objects drying on the hemp rope, including the hemp rope and the poor pomegranate branch, were all scattered on the yellow mud floor in the yard.

Originally, it had been cleaned up by Mu Hongmei very neatly, more like a family's yard, but now under his destruction, the radius of nearly 100 square meters centered on him has long been a mess.

But he didn't show any signs of stopping, and actually picked up a bench about a meter long that he had broken down on the ground before, and waved one of the unlucky pomegranate trees violently as if wielding a sharp sword, while constantly scolding.

Every time he swung it, maybe in his opinion, it was slashed at Kong Mingzhong's body, or it was the one or two people from a family surnamed Yu in the village who made a fortune in the vegetable business.

Because, every time he waved the panel of the stool in his hand, he would either yell Kong Mingzhong's name with a hideous face, or yell at someone named Yu Zhiqing and Old Man Yu, or in fact, it was just a pronoun for one person to vent his anger

"Kong Mingzhong, you old thing! Die! ”

"Smack!"

"Old man Yu, you bastard! Lao Tzu makes you proud! ”

"Smack!"

"Yu Zhiqing, you little miscellaneous

The world of madmen is truly incomprehensible to ordinary people.

At least more than ten minutes ago, after seeing Mu Zhengfang's anger to the extreme, and his words and deeds began to be a little abnormal, Mu Hongmei had already taken her little brother to hide outside a gap in the collapsed wall of the backyard.

During this period, Mu Hongmei would poke her head out from time to time from the gap in the backyard wall, which can only be described as a ruined wall, and quietly look at the situation in the courtyard.

When the sourness, bitterness, helplessness and fear that no one can understand in her heart occupy her thoughts, it is still very inappropriate to give birth to such a feeling in many thoughts.

At the same time, Mu Hongmei was also a little puzzled in her heart, when her father scolded angrily just now, which family surnamed Yu actually started to pull vegetables into the city for retail at this time?

After all, there are still several families with the surname Yu in the village.

And before that, the name of "Yu Zhiqing", she had heard the old captain mention it twice.

But the strange thing is that in her previous life, she lived in Caiyun Village for more than 40 years, and it can be said that there is no villager in the whole village that she doesn't know, but she has never heard of anyone in the village whose name is "Yu Zhiqing".

Just as Mu Hongmei began to be curious about this family surnamed Yu in her heart, and guessed who the owner whose name was very unfamiliar to her was, Mu Zhengfang seemed to be tired of being angry, and after throwing the stool board to the ground with a bang, she roared and walked to the stove room.

"Dead girl! Where did you die? Don't give Lao Tzu a bowl of water to drink! ”

Mu Hongmei, who was a little fascinated by thinking hard about "Yu Zhiqing", who should be a resident of the village, was suddenly frightened and woke up when she heard Mu Zhengfang roaring out her name full of anger - the word "dead girl".

Immediately, she was stumped by the choice of whether she should show up in front of him or continue to hide outside the walls.

It is said that judging from the experience that has been summed up in her previous life, Mu Hongmei knows very well that when she encounters her father's anger, there is only one ending that appears in his sight.

There is only one.

That is to be beaten by him for no reason!

Even if he may not be beaten to the point where he will lose half his life, but at least he will be slapped by him and his nose and face will be swollen, or he will fly up and kick him to the ground as soon as he comes up, either rubbing the skin here on his body, or falling a bag.

But the most terrible thing is that he didn't dare to respond when he shouted, or deliberately hid out of a moment of fear.

Then, whether he was caught by him, or hid outside for ten days and a half months thinking that he was discouraged before returning to this house by himself, he must suffer a heavier punishment.

He won't give up until he beats you to the point where he loses half your life!

Back then, whether it was she, her mother, or her younger brother who was still a minor, they all fled because they were afraid of facing their father's abuse directly, but they all paid a price that was several times more painful than a few direct slaps, a few fists, or a few kicks.

If it was only based on the experience she had gained as a child in her previous life, then she would not have been stupid enough to hide outside the backyard wall with her younger brother from the beginning.

Even if she hid out of instinct, then, when she heard Mu Zhengfang yelling and shouting, even if she pretended, she would try her best to pretend to be cowardly, which should belong to the appearance she should have at her age in her previous life, and appeared in front of Mu Zhengfang as soon as possible.

The reason why she made this kind of contradictory choice that was inconsistent with her original experience was that everything she said before had to be under the premise that Mu Zhengfang was just in a rage.

But now, Mu Zhengfang's state, in Mu Hongmei's opinion, is not anger at all, but in her memory of her previous life, she has never seen anger and madness.

Crazy, in the last few months of her life in her previous life, she Mu Hongmei had seen a lot.

After all, at that time, she had been living in the Third People's Hospital, which is the city's insane asylum.

She has seen and come into contact with a lot of mental patients who are called "crazy", and those are her patients.

But even in the hospital, when several patients who claimed to have schizophrenia and violent tendencies started to get sick, in her eyes today, they were not as crazy as her father Mu Zhengfang just now!

Since she woke up yesterday, she is no longer the cowardly little girl who was 6 years old and cowardly, but an adult who is nearly half white and knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

In the past twenty years or so in their previous lives, the father and daughter were not done for nothing, and no one knows Mu Zhengfang's temperament better than her biological daughter.

What kind of blood is thicker than water, what tiger toxin doesn't eat children, etc., in front of him, it's all bullshit.

He is a person who can express the word selfishness to the fullest. He only wants to be happy for himself all his life, and he will only live for himself.

At this time, if she goes out, she may be sent to death!

He was able to kill her once yesterday, and her soul, which had lived for 46 years, returned to her childhood body by mistake.

So who can guarantee that this father, who is close to extinction of even human nature, will not beat her to death again today in order to vent the anger in his heart? And can she be so lucky to return her soul again?

That probability is so small that it should be considered regardless of it.

But now, she doesn't want to die! Nor can I die!

In addition to the sake of her young brother, but also for the sake of living a new life for herself, she did not dare to take this risk.

Can if

"Dead girl! Dead girl! Where did you die for Lao Tzu? All right! You TM this is dare to give Lao Tzu"

When Mu Hongmei, with a bitterness that no one could understand in her heart, quickly analyzed the situation in front of her based on her past experience, and assessed the danger she would face after making any choice, Mu Zhengfang didn't get a response, and she pulled his rough voice viciously, and the roar that seemed even more furious rang out again.

"Dad, I'm here, here. I'm picking vegetables in the back garden. Mu Hongmei responded loudly but respectfully, and when she shouted these words in a trembling voice with explanation, she also rushed out from the gap in the back wall.

It's just that she is the only one who rushed out. Mu Hongbing was still hidden by her beside the haystack behind the courtyard wall.

However, at the moment before rushing out, Mu Hongmei had already thought of a trick that could ensure that she was okay today, or that she would not be accidentally beaten by his father in the future.

"Dead girl! Lao Tzu shouted for a long time just now, are you dumb? Mu Zhengfang's eyes were bulging.

But no matter how much he drummed, his little triangular eyes would never become bull's eyes. It's just that it may be that the anger has not subsided and added new fire, his pair of small eyeballs are bloodshot, red and red, a square face that is not ugly, and looks a little handsome, at this time it also looks very hideous because of anger, and it looks very mad.

Mu Hongmei secretly screamed in her heart, knowing that she would not be able to escape a beating today.

But after thinking of the idea that she came up with before that would definitely allow her and her younger brother to stay in this home in the future, Mu Hongmei gritted her teeth and trotted towards Mu Zhengfang, who was standing in front of the door of the stove room, without daring to stop.

"Dad, I really didn't hear it, the mountain wind in the back mountain is too big this season."

Mu Hongmei didn't dare to stop, and when she finished explaining and answering her father's question just now, she was ready to take the opportunity to use her trick, hoping that today's beating would be avoided.

After all, as long as it is not a last resort, who will be willing to be beaten if they eat too much. What's more, she had been beaten enough when she was a child in her previous life, and she didn't want to relive her old dreams at all.

"By the way, Dad, I was picking vegetables in the vegetable garden in the back mountain just now, and I saw the Chinese cabbage grown by someone by the river harvesting mulch, so I thought"

"Smack!"

When Mu Hongmei ran to Mu Zhengfang, she was shaved a big ear before she finished speaking.

"Ahh Mu Hongmei was directly slapped "flying" by this slap, and fell the yellow mud ground nearly a meter away, making a muffled sound.

At this time, I only secretly hated that I should have run slower just now, at least I had to control the rhythm and finish what I had to say.

But fortunately, when she saw Mu Zhengfang raise her slap just now, she knew that if she wanted to suffer less, she couldn't hide this slap, so she was already prepared, and the moment Mu Zhengfang's big slap touched her right cheek, she grasped the best opportunity and reacted to the left without a trace.

After all, more than 40 years have not been in vain, although she has never studied, Mu Hongmei still understands the basic common sense. If you take the initiative to pour in the same direction as the other party's force, the force on your face will be reduced. To put it bluntly, you just won't be slapped in the face with all your strength by this slap.

But to her shock, her father's slap was too harsh. It was more than twice as hard as she remembered.

He doesn't seem to be beating his own children at all, but fighting enemies who don't share the same sky.

Although he has personal experience from his childhood in his previous life.

Although he can live again, it is all thanks to him that he was able to beat his own daughter yesterday to the point that her head was broken with a big blood hole.

Although I always thought that I had been disappointed in this tyrannical father.

But at this moment, the bitterness in Mu Hongmei's heart was far more unbearable than the pain on her face, and she crawled down on the yellow mud floor in front of the stove room in a daze.

Her right eardrum was buzzing. On the small cheek on the right, a blood-red five-finger print also appeared clearly in an instant.

Because his cheeks were too small, even his right ear was hit by the tip of the middle finger of Mu Zhengfang's palm, leaving a long fingerprint that was blood-red and blood-red......

Although Mu Hongmei is less than six years old, she often has to help with some household farm work, so although she is a girl, her skin is darker than those skin boys in the village.

It can only be called dark skin, and it also dodged some strength in a way that was not easy to be detected by Mu Zhengfang, but it was still beaten by this blow and left such a clear palm print, which shows the ruthlessness of Mu Zhengfang's afterburners.

After seeing Mu Hongmei being beaten and screaming and falling to the ground, she didn't cry or scream, this result was not what Mu Zhengfang wanted to see at all.

This can't make him feel any reduction in the anger in his heart at all, what he wants is the pitiful appearance of his wife and daughter being beaten by himself to cry and cry for their mother, and keep begging for mercy from him.

Because only in this way will his heart feel comfortable, happy, satisfied, and relieved!

Mu Hongmei's stunned reaction after being beaten seemed to anger Mu Zhengfang a little, making him forget Kong Mingzhong's warning when he left.

I saw him take a big step forward, and began to kick the back of Mu Hongmei's buttocks. Mu Hongmei's small body, which was less than six years old, was like kicking a ball at Mu Zhengfang's feet, and she was kicked straight to the ground, almost half a meter away.

When Mu Zhengfang kicked her ass with a big kick with her feet, after the initial pain in her heart, Mu Hongmei felt as if her ass was not her own, but the pain just now just made her wake up.

"Hmm~cough. Ahem, don't fight! Tomorrow I have to cough cough, I have to go to that cabbage field to pick up old mulch and sell it to buy you wine, I can guarantee that there will be wine for you to drink every day in the future," except for the previous muffled snort, she had no time to cry out in pain or cry and beg for mercy as she had when she was a child.

The two kicks on the back almost made Mu Hongmei out of breath, but fortunately, in the instinctive pain and coughing, she finally tried her best to say the words she had thought of before bluntly and clearly.

Because these words were thought of by Mu Hongmei before, maybe the only thing that could stop her father Mu Zhengfang from continuing to commit violence - a trick.

The father and daughter of more than 20 years have indeed not done it in vain, although Mu Hongmei lived to be in her forties in her last life, she has not been able to understand the real reason why Mu Zhengfang often acts violence against his wife and children.

But this time, her trick really worked.

"What money do you make? What is there wine every day? You're a big girl, can you still make money? Hmph, Lao Tzu told you, if you dare to talk nonsense with Lao Tzu, beware that Lao Tzu will directly throw you into the pit and drown! ”

Although Mu Zhengfang said inhumane cruel words in his mouth, and even made a fierce appearance with horizontal eyebrows and firm eyes, it was really as Mu Hongmei had expected, and he didn't continue to kick her with his feet.

She really knows this father too well, because for him, having wine to drink every day is the most important thing in the world.

Even if these words came out of the mouth of Mu Hongmei, a little girl who was less than six years old, it was obviously a little unbelievable, but it still aroused Mu Zhengfang's interest.

"What I said is true! As long as Dad, don't beat me and my brother in the future, so that we can not be hurt or hurt and don't spend money in vain, then this season, just rely on me to pick up the old mulch film that can be sold for a few cents every day, wash it and sell it to the scrap collection station in the township, then one or two catties of liquor a day will definitely be affordable.

When the wild vegetables on the mountain come out in spring, I can still pick them every day and sell them at the market, and I will buy you wine and drink with all the money.

In the rainy season, when the village plants mulching and turning over the fields, in addition to picking up a batch of old mulch to sell, there are also wild vegetables and mushrooms on the mountain that can be picked and sold for money.

In autumn, you can go deep into the mountains to pick up pine nuts and other nuts and sell them at the market. Even if there is nothing to sell in winter, there will be some savings throughout the year, and the family will not run out of money for alcohol. ”

Originally, Mu Hongmei was going to say this euphemistic thing like a conditional exchange.

But after experiencing even greater disappointment and heartbreak, she no longer had any expectations for this father. So very bluntly, I said these words like beans poured into a bamboo tube.

The last bit of bitterness that was still surrounding Mu Hongmei's heart also disappeared when she saw Mu Zhengfang's eyes, which were getting brighter and brighter after constantly turning with the words she said.

Less than a minute after Mu Hongmei's words were finished, Mu Zhengfang, whose little eyes were dripping and turning, had a smile on his face that became stronger and stronger, and finally he laughed directly with joy.

"Hehe, okay, as long as you can give Lao Tzu as capable as you say, three meals a day and two catties of wine continue to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is reluctant to beat you."

When Mu Zhengfang said these words, he lowered his head and looked at Mu Hongmei, who was still lying on the ground and couldn't get up. He didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with this scene at all, and he didn't seem to think about questioning why a child under the age of six could come up with the idea of buying alcohol every day for him.

Because he is such a person who only cares about his own interests—a humanoid creature who does not deserve to be called a human.

"I can guarantee that the family will not stop drinking." When Mu Hongmei said this, she was a little surprised by her inner peace. After being stunned, I vaguely understood that maybe it was because I had lost the last bit of hope for this so-called father's man.

Although she still had that little thought in her previous life, including when she found herself reborn back into her childhood. But at this time, she finally untied the knot in her two lives, chose to bow to reality, and gave up the thoughts that should not exist.

From now on, she will only have one relative in this family, her younger brother. And this man, in order to be able to live a safe and smooth life with her younger brother before they grow up, she has to worship the creditor who handed over the bulk liquor for a long time.

As for how to face this man when she becomes an adult, she doesn't want to think about it so far. But at least she knew that at that time, she would never be able to do anything to take revenge on this man who was entering his old age. Although she is not a filial daughter, she has her own moral bottom line.

Hearing Mu Hongmei's assurances again, Mu Zhengfang was in a good mood, and then suddenly found that Mu Hongmei had been lying on the yellow mud ground and hadn't gotten up.

"Hey, hey. When you get up, why are you still lying on the ground, how cold it is. It's boring, isn't it? Come on, Daddy hugs you up. This is the good girl born by Lao Tzu. ”

Mu Zhengfang didn't feel embarrassed at all, and as if he was a good father who felt sorry for his child, he bent down and hugged Mu Hongmei as he spoke, and even rubbed a few handfuls of melon seeds on Mu Hongmei's head. Kneaded the gauze on Mu Hongmei's head that was still wrapped in wounds, and the danger was almost completely dispersed, and he didn't even pay attention to it.