"Daddy Kong, why are you here?" Although Mu Zhengfang wondered how this old immortal had time to come to the house in broad daylight, when he asked, he had a flattering smile on his face.

Kong Mingzhong ignored Mu Zhengfang, and only after helping Mu Hongmei spread out her head and wrapping the faint and bloody sand cloth was wrapped, did he turn around and glared at Mu Zhengfang fiercely.

"What? Are you so tired of Lao Tzu coming to your house? If Lao Tzu hadn't come today, you would have been angry with the child, wouldn't you? ”

Mu Zhengfang has always been thick-skinned, and he has long been used to being taught by Kong Mingzhong for this kind of thing, so he didn't take it seriously at this time, and took a small square stool to Kong Mingzhong's side very diligently.

"Hey, Daddy Kong, you always say this, in my heart, respecting you is more important than respecting my own father, although I am not angry, and often makes you angry, but one day I don't expect you to come to this house more, teach me more skills, let me know more things. You always sit down. ”

Although Mu Zhengfang is lazy to eat, he can open his mouth with flattering intimate words, but he can say it backwards.

He saw that although Kong Mingzhong had a tiger face, his face was a little looser, and when he thought of asking this dead old man for help, he rolled his eyes, and immediately complained again: "Alas, my father is not as capable as Kong Dad, and he died early, leaving me such a rotten family background, if you hadn't taken care of me all these years, I am afraid that my family will be treated as flowers."

You see that my family is so poor, even if I tighten my belt to live, food and clothing will be a problem for a year, but Hongmei, a dead girl, inherited a lazy bone like her mother, not to mention, and dared to give Lao Tzu a gluttony, even if she didn't have a festival, she dared to secretly cook two large pieces of the little meat left in the house, how could life be like this, so I did"

"Mu Zhengfang! You're really rotten, you! ”

Kong Mingzhong was originally a little angry when he heard Mu Zhengfang's words that seemed to be gracious and reasonable, but at this time, when he heard Mu Zhengfang's words, the more he said them, the more black and white were reversed, he was so angry that Mu Zhengfang said so much that he roared this sound.

Then, he took a big breath again, and then pointed at Mu Zhengfang and scolded: "Your father is not capable? So how did your dad raise your lazy rabbit cub to adulthood?

If your father has no ability, how can a lazy man like you who dares to make a nest on you be a mouse can marry a smart and diligent daughter-in-law like Li Guozhen?

To Lao Tzu, the livestock, grain, and household goods you have sold to buy wine and drink over the years were not saved by your father after working hard all his life to give you this rabbit cub?

Your father is such a diligent and kind person, how did he give birth to such a prodigal son like you, who is indistinguishable and unreasonable.

If you're lazy, forget it, what? Li Guozhen, a woman who is recognized in the village as a good housekeeper and can work for two men, will become a lazy woman in your mouth?

Lao Tzu told you that in those years, if it weren't for her, you would have starved to death without knowing what year. If Hongmei doesn't look like her, can your family still be like a home? ”

Kong Mingzhong was counted for a while, and he almost didn't catch his breath, but Mu Zhengfang turned a deaf ear, as if he couldn't hear it.

Then, as if worried that it would be inconvenient for Kong Mingzhong to raise his head and teach him a lesson, Mu Zhengfang actually squatted beside him, and from the pocket of his canvas coat that seemed to have been worn for several years, crumpled and oil-stained and dirty, he took out a pipe and cigarette bag, lowered his head, drooped his eyelids, and began to roll up the dry cigarette roll.

Although Mu Zhengfang has always dealt with Kong Mingzhong, the nosy captain, every time he sees this scene, he can still make Kong Mingzhong half angry.

Today, Kong Mingzhong didn't want to scold anymore, so he stood up suddenly, panting and scolding: "Lao Tzu huh!" You, your turtle son, are really hopeless. ”

Kong Mingzhong was about to leave after speaking, but when he swept to the pair of young brothers who were standing together behind the stove, his heart was soft.

adjusted his breathing, then pointed at Mu Zhengfang, and warned: "Lao Tzu will tell you again, if Lao Tzu finds out that you beat the child again, Lao Tzu will immediately send you to the police station, and when you are locked up, Hongmei and Xiaobing's sister and brother will live in the orphanage, which is better than having you beaten two times in the first three days." ”

Kong Mingzhong was also very angry, and after finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out of the door, and Mu Zhengfang, who was still squatting on the ground and rolling a cigarette with his eyelids, jumped up at this time.

"Ah, Daddy Kong, why did you leave here? Didn't I listen honestly to your criticism of education? ”

When Mu Zhengfang spoke, he saw Kong Mingzhong snorting angrily in his nose, and his steps were faster, so he hurriedly chased to the door in a few steps, handed the rolled welding cigarette to Kong Mingzhong with one hand, and pulled Kong Mingzhong back with the other hand.

"Oh, I'm just stupid and can't speak, if there's anything wrong, Dad, you just teach me a lesson, but follow me, quick, come back and sit."

This tobacco leaf was given to me by his father when I went to Yang Laoliu's house to help yesterday.

Even people in our village who are so particular about Uncle Yu say that the tobacco leaves baked by Old Man Yang are strong and tasteful.

But you also know how stingy the old man Yang is, so he gave two palm-sized leaves, I didn't want to smoke it when I saw it, and I was ready to keep it to honor your old man, I didn't think I had sent it to you yet, you came over early this morning, sit down and smoke a rod to try. ”

Kong Mingzhong was annoyed and upset, so he pushed away the cigarette roll that Mu Zhengfang handed to him, and turned around and stepped away from Mu Zhengfang's pull.

"Don't give this to Lao Tzu, you turtle son! If you put this little ingenuity to work in the field, would you still be able to live like this? Although Kong Mingzhong was roaring, his anger was a little smaller, and there was helplessness in these words.

Don't listen to Mu Zhengfang's call of a big daddy, but Kong Mingzhong's family and the Mu family have no half-dime kinship.

However, Father Mu, who was the son of the head of the Confucian landlord, was the little scholar of Sun Kong Mingzhong, the head of the Confucian landlord.

Although one is the master, the other is a servant who can only carry a schoolbag as a runner, but the two have a friendship that has played together since childhood.

Mu Zhengfang's father, who has followed Kong Mingkong all the way since he was a child, can be regarded as knowing some words, and similarly, his thinking is also 'progressive' compared to those villagers who don't know big words.

Whether this 'progress' of thought is good or bad depends on who it is for. Anyway, in the end, Mu Zhengfang's father ran out to join the army, and after fighting the devils, he returned to his hometown with the army and began to fight the landlords and local tyrants.

Kong Mingzhong, who stood aside with the elders of the family and resolutely opposed his brother and several cousins joining the army, always believed that Father Mu's behavior of joining the army was a double betrayal of the friendship between the two brothers and the master and servant.

This knot has always existed in the bottom of Kong Mingzhong's heart, even when he was engaged in criticism and fighting for all those years, when Father Mu gave up his good future and wanted to protect Kong Mingzhong's 'master family', he could not dissipate from Kong Mingzhong's heart.

Until the day he heard that Father Mu died, Kong Mingzhong suddenly had red eyes, shed tears, and regretted it.

He, in fact, had already understood everything, forgiven this friend who had played together since childhood, and was even more grateful to Daddy Mu for maintaining his family back then, but he himself had been unwilling to face this.

However, people die like lights going out, and it is too late to say anything. It's just that since then, Kong Mingzhong has treated Mu Zhengfang, the son of Daddy Mu, as a nephew, and wants to try his best to compensate for and save something.

Otherwise, even if Kong Mingzhong is the production captain of the Huiwan Club in Caiyun Village, no matter how competent the captain is, he doesn't need to be like him, Guan Mu Zhengfang is a broken household, and he often works hard like his own son, giving money and materials from time to time, and in the end it is thankless.

When Kong Mingzhong and Mu Zhengfang were talking here, Mu Hongmei had been quietly protecting her younger brother and standing aside.

At the beginning, looking at Mu Zhengfang's diligent and abnormal appearance, she was still thinking in her heart about how to stop Mu Zhengfang from taking advantage of Kong Mingzhong, the old captain, next.

But later, after seeing the scenes between the two of them getting along like a strict father and an unfilial son, she had too much confusion in her heart.

Back then, she just felt that the old captain was a good person, and she could rely on herself like a father, and she was a person worthy of her respect and gratitude.

But at this time, when she saw all this again with the life experience she had lived for most of her life at this time, she had to think, why did this old man pay so much to his family? Why do you teach your father like mud wholeheartedly?

Suddenly, when she asked the old man if he could call him a father, the expression on the old man's face, which was mixed with bitterness and embarrassment, appeared so clearly in Mu Hongmei's mind, that she couldn't help but take a closer look at the appearance of the two men in front of her for the first time.

The same tall build.

Same square face.

The same thick and dark eyebrows.

The mouth shape is also similar.

It's just that Grandpa Kong's eyes are big and divine, but his father has a pair of small godless triangular eyes.

Although most of them are similar, and God doesn't match them at all, it seems that they are father and son

With the looking, comparing, and analyzing of the two appearances everywhere, the expression on Mu Hongmei's face unconsciously showed a shocked and weird expression.

But when the speculation in Mu Hongmei's heart was about to be concluded, Kong Mingzhong, who was sitting on the small stool again, turned his head and beckoned to Mu Hongmei, who had been standing aside.

"Hongmei, don't stand there, come here, grandpa has something to say to you." Facing the sensible little granddaughter of his old friend's family, Kong Mingzhong was distressed from the bottom of his heart, thinking of what he was about to talk about, his face also showed a complicated expression, faintly full of sadness and sadness.

Mu Hongmei, who was being called by this party and was making a 'very guess' about him, was frightened, and with a weak heart and embarrassment, she said "ah", and hurriedly took her younger brother Mu Hongbing's hand and walked quickly to Kong Mingzhong.

When she saw Kong Mingzhong's expression at this time, Mu Hongmei's heart was suddenly sudden.

"Grandpa Kong, what are you going to say?" Mu Hongmei's heart was nervous and complicated, trying to keep herself from thinking nonsense, but she couldn't help but think about it in that direction.

PS: It's been broken for so long, it's not what the doll wants, but after the incident that is almost maddening, one is that there is no time to code words, and the other is that there is really no state, I hope you understand.

Telling others the stories she made up out of her imagination has been the biggest hobby of the doll since she was a child; Writing the story I conceived into an online novel, and I have to write it well and wonderfully, which is the biggest dream of the doll now.

If you can't keep even some hobbies and dreams in life, it's better to be a salted fish, so no matter when, the doll will never give up this pitiful and only hobby and dream, and never give up the pit even if you die, Mo Mo Da~~~~