Meng Liangchen was released from prison, and he couldn't let his children stay in prison all the time, Li Chengfu's younger brothers and He Yan Wang tossed around, so that Yang Zhongshan could take off a layer of epithelium. Liang Chuan just didn't have a good impression of these scoundrels on the street because of Yang Chun's incident at the beginning, so he taught a lesson when he had the opportunity, and said that he would help each other, and now that he wanted to achieve it, Yang Zhongshan couldn't play too ruthlessly, and the grievances would be big when people died.

Brother Zhao went to Xinghua again and told Li Chengfu about the situation. Li Chengfu also knew that Yang Zhongshan's four or five little splashes had nothing to do with the strongmen of Da Shushan, just to sell Liang Chuan a face, and it was also Yang Zhongshan who didn't know whether to live or die at that time, and there were no tigers and monkeys in the mountains to be kings, Yang Zhongshan was a thing, and he didn't even put himself and his brothers in his eyes like such a thing, how long has it been since he gave them face, and brought them back to let them remember it for a long time.

Hung up and played a few rounds, and a few splashes of trial came and went, and they couldn't find anything valuable, at most, they took a few pears from Wang Laohan the day before yesterday, and they took Widow Chen's belly pocket the day before yesterday. The only thing that is more effective is that Yang Zhongshan led a few younger brothers, after the original eldest brother Yang Xing died, he set up his own door and opened a small gambling stall, but he can't care, he can't gamble, he can't control the younger brother below, there are too many loopholes, and after a few days, he lost a lot of money, which provoked Zheng Fucheng to scold this Yang Zhongshan fool.

After Yang Zhongshan was moved into the cell, he was first beaten by a group of strong officials, and then relied on his own strength, and after arranging the cell, he wanted to call the eldest brother the hegemon, and the Xinghua prison was complicated, and it was a fierce conflict, and the five people were also soft eggs, and they couldn't hold the table when they encountered a more horizontal one, and the five people lay on the ground with three fists and two feet.

After two days, the five of them only dared to huddle in the corner of the prison and shiver.

"Yang Zhongshan, get out, the five of you can leave." He Lao Ghost was beaten too hard by other prisoners because of these five soft eggs, for fear of being beaten to death by others, and he has been nervous for the past few days, and now he can finally get out.

Five men with their heads bowed cautiously slipped out of the cell amid the intimidating threats of the other prisoners. Jiang Lizheng and several relatives were waiting for them to come out outside the yamen. Yang Zhongshan was bullied too hard for a few days, and as soon as he saw his grandfather get himself out, his aggrieved mood exploded suddenly, and he hugged his grandfather like a child and began to cry.

"In the future, you have to polish your eyes a little, don't think that Fengshan is your world, you have to be a man with your tail between your legs, if you offend someone who can't be even, you won't be so lucky!" Jiang Lizheng said bitterly.

Yang Zhongshan was so brainless that he still wanted to take revenge on Liang Chuan, so Jiang Lizheng picked up his crutches and chased after his brainless grandson.

Brother Zhao informed the people of the county government about Liang Chuan's words, and the porter now knows Brother Zhao, who really knows Zheng Dutou, and he doesn't dare to slack off, so he went to inform Zheng Fucheng when he entered the house. Brother Zhao didn't wait for the porter to come back, so he came back first.

Liang Chuan was waiting in the store to recruit his brother: "How is it, have you brought the words?" "It's brought, it's just that the third brother you say a word, will people put those gangsters away?"

"It's someone's business whether to let it go or not, let's just do our best. It's already worthy of others. Liang Chuan said casually.

Liang Chuan still left Ye Xiaochai in the store, but Ye Xiaochai's face was stinky, and after hearing Liang Chuan's arrangement, he didn't even reply, pouting and reluctantly.

Liang Chuan comforted: "Xiao Hai, don't worry, next time these gangsters come to the store to find trouble for you, it won't be as simple as a beating, if they are not afraid of death, they will come, I think that Jiang Lizheng can protect them for a while, can they be saved for a lifetime." ”

Ye Xiaochai said: "The owner, Sister Yi Niang, they all follow Erhua to learn bamboo weaving, I also want to learn, it's too boring to stay in the store all day." ”

Liang Chuan said: "Xiao Hai, Yi Niang, they don't have your brains, if you can find a suitable one to see the store, then I won't let you show up here." You're going to be qualified for more important positions in the future, and you're just going to be able to exercise for the time being, and you want to back down before you even start. ”

"Okay, I'll listen to you, boss." Ye Xiaochai listened to Liang Chuan's sincerity, so he didn't say anything.

Liang Chuan led his younger brother back to Fengshan.

Today's Fengshan's attitude towards Liang Chuan seems to be a little different!

In the past, when walking on the road, the villagers of Fengshan saw Liangchuan, and they didn't know each other because they didn't know each other and didn't say hello or something, so they all went to see each other. Today is different, the villagers on the road met Liang Chuan and cordially called "San Lang!" And not just one person, almost all the villagers.

The villagers' faces were not a contrived expression, but a kind of gratitude from the bottom of their hearts, which made Liang Chuan go all the way down, and almost had to return the gift when he met people, these are villagers who have not dealt much with each other on weekdays.

Brother Zhao also felt strange why today's villagers were so friendly, and said: "Third brother, what good things have you done, why do today's villagers seem to be a little different and become enthusiastic!" ”

The monk of Liangchuan Zhangji was puzzled, scratched the back of his head, and said politely: "I don't know, and I haven't done anything, it's strange." ”

In a flash, he walked to the construction site of building a new house, and it was almost noon, and the master of Luocheng set up a stove and was cooking soup and rice. Many people lined up with bowls and chopsticks to prepare for dinner, and when they saw Liang Chuan coming, they immediately put the bowls behind their backs and greeted Liang Chuan.

The food on the ground is very simple, and the days when the master works outside the home are like asceticism, usually as long as the stomach can be filled, and few people pay attention to any nutritional problems.

I fried a big pot of spring bamboo shoots and a pot of cabbage, but I didn't see the meat. But a sweet smell came to the nostrils, sweet but not fishy, and the taste was gluttonous.

"The host, you came just in time, today the children caught a few fresh black greens in the stream, fresh and jumping, all boiled soup in the pot, put a few pieces of tofu, and the owner played a bowl of dignified?" Zhao Dafa saw Liang Chuan and smiled, lifted the handle on the lid of the pot, and saw the snow-white and thick soup sweat in the pot rolling, several large pieces of finely chopped fish meat snow-white, a few bright red wolfberries floating on it, and three or five verdant shallots were just right.

"It smells so good! But I'm starving, and I haven't eaten yet! Liang Chuan was overjoyed when he saw this pot of fish soup, his throat kept stirring, and he took the coarse porcelain bowl handed over by Zhao Dafa and made a bowl of fish soup.

The fish soup was snow-white and hot, and Liang Chuan pouted and blew hard for a long time, afraid that the fish soup would burn his mouth. took a sip, and it was so sweet that the taste exploded in the mouth, leaving a fragrant mouth.

The food of this era is really not discounted at all, everything is pure natural deliciousness, whether it is produced in the ground or from animals, there are no added ingredients, and there are no artificial ingredients, every cell is full of the most essential taste of food, a simple pot of fish soup, this is the gift of nature to human beings.

Zhao Dafa saw that Liang Chuan was drinking happily, and persuaded: "What does it taste like, there are many fish and meat in the pot, don't just drink soup, eat the meat too, eat together, too much to eat!" ”

The sweet and fiery fish soup went down to his stomach, and the fine beads of sweat on Liang Chuan's forehead oozed out at once, and his mouth didn't stop for a moment, and he was reluctant to stop for a long time before he said: "It's delicious!" ”

Everyone didn't want to be polite with the owner, thinking that the owner couldn't look down on the coarse food in their broken pots, but they didn't expect the owner to put on a shelf at all, and took the bowl and filled the soup, and drank happily. Everyone watched the owner drink happily, laughing one by one, and their hearts were warm.

"Drink slowly, drink a pot of fish soup casually, don't get hot!" Zhao Dada's words caused everyone to laugh again.

Zhang San sat on a stone, holding a bowl with spring bamboo shoots and cabbage, and everyone ate with relish, everyone watched their rich owners eat the same brown rice as themselves, not disgusted at all, one by one with joy on their faces, and suddenly felt that today's dishes are much more fragrant!

"Master Jinyu, that's the case, after a period of time in the village, after my house is built, I will be a school for the children in the village, and the children's writing is a problem, I want to help a group of children and make a few sand tables for the children to write!"

Zhao Dafa and the others looked envious, "Dongjia, take out your own home and use it as a school in the village?" ”

"It's no big deal to make a little contribution to the village, and there is no loss."

The masters of Luocheng looked at Liang Chuan one by one, with mixed feelings in their hearts, don't look at themselves as craftsmen and masters outside, everyone is polite and dare not offend in front of people, but they still work for others in their bones, and reading is the right way and the best quality. It would be nice if the descendants of their own village could study with peace of mind like the children of Liangchuan and their village, but the craftsmanship of the ancestor cannot be lost.

Zhao Jinyu said: "What the owner wants to do, just say." ”

Zhao Dafa also continued: "The owner doesn't have to be polite, these boys have strength, and they have no place to vent after the work is done, these fish are idle to go to the river to touch them, and some things are much better than touching fish." ”

"Okay, since that's the case, then I'm welcome." Liang Chuan gestured to tell a few carpentry masters about the shape of the sand table, which is a wooden box without a lid that can hold sand, and the wooden wedge can be nailed up and slightly planed to hold sand, and a few masters will understand it as soon as they hear it.

"Owner, how many children are there in the school?" Zhao Jinyu is asking how many sand tables to make.

"Bao Zheng went to tell the people in the village this morning, and the children of the whole village will come to class!"

What the! The children of the whole village, everyone looked at Liang Chuan with a shocked face, this village looks much more dilapidated than their Luocheng, and every child can read!