Seeing that Chen Siliang came out safe and sound, the commotion outside finally quieted down, and the four brothers of the Hu family immediately surrounded him, and Hu San shouted even more, "Uncle, uncle, are you okay, that rabbit cub didn't do anything to you, let's see us peel his skin!" ”

"Get out of the way, shame on you!" Chen Siliang kicked Hu San to the side, waved his hand, and shouted with a straight face, "It's scattered, it's all scattered!" ”

"Uncle, just let this kid go?" Hu Er was full of confusion, and he was still depressed that he was beaten by Fan Ming's stuffy stick just now.

"What if you don't!" Chen Siliang's face suddenly darkened again, and everyone close to him knew that the black face of the elder meant that he was really annoyed, and sure enough, Chen Siliang's scolding sounded again, "One useless thing, the daughter-in-law grabbed someone's sister-in-law, you don't feel ashamed, I'm ashamed." ”

Fan Ming, who was standing at the door, grinned at this time, his white teeth were a little dazzling, and the farmers in the surrounding countryside were a little stunned when they saw this dramatic scene.

That's it?

The boy of the Fan family beat the nephew of the elder family, and he didn't pursue it like this?

The peasants' eyes when they looked at Fan Ming suddenly became a little different, and they were also muttering in their hearts at the same time that the Fan family was afraid that they had burned high incense this time, and there was a ruthless person.

The sky gradually darkened, and the onlookers gradually dispersed, Fan Ming couldn't help but shake his head when he saw this messy scene, this was really a good show for others.

Seeing that Fan Qin's was groping on the ground to pick up the roof that had been lifted off, Fan Ming went up and took it, "Mother, let me do it, you just go to the house and pick it up!" ”

Fan Qin put down the things in his hand and sighed softly, "Wulang, you said that this is to provoke someone, we are still bullied into our family, I think it was like this when your father was here." ”

Fan Qin's family has always had an unprovoked grudge against Zhang Wan'er in her heart, since she entered the Fan family, the Fan family has been inexplicably dilapidated, how can people be involved in her, and even suspect that she is a broom star to support the world, but she is so gentle and virtuous that people can't be annoyed.

Zhang Wan'er was cleaning the Hu family in the courtyard at this time, and when she heard Fan Qin's chatter, she couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in her heart, and said in a low voice: "Mother, I blame me for this, if I hadn't done this, I wouldn't have had this kind of thing." ”

Fan Ming saw that this old lady was about to drill the horns again, and hurriedly changed the topic and said: "Mother, this time it's the second bastard of the Hu family who is not a thing, I have a holiday with him for a long time, and this time he is coming to me." ”

As soon as Fan Qin saw his son talking, he didn't want to continue, but he just took out a broom and slapped the dust on his body, and said worriedly: "Wulang, I always feel a little wrong in my heart, I'm still dizzy about this today, what did you say to the elder in the back room today, why did he leave with that big family like this?" ”

Fan Ming smiled, "I didn't say anything, I just said that the orphans and widows of the Fan family are pitiful, and the elders will let us go if they are good." ”

"Nonsense," Fan Qin listened to his son's reassuring words, and said angrily: "Although my mother is half-blind and her head is still sober, this Hu Sanmen is clearly in love with Wan'er, didn't he come to propose marriage last time?" Can Chen Qichang, who is an uncle, be a return to his nephew? ”

Fan Ming smiled and didn't explain too much, just silently cleaned up the thatched roof, his feelings for this dilapidated home are getting deeper and deeper, used to having a chattering old lady and another woman who doesn't know what the relationship is, but as long as there is such a small place to settle down, he can feel the warmth of home, maybe life should be satisfied with these.

"Mother, I lost my work on the kiln!" Fan Ming seemed to have a lot to say at this moment, but he only said this sentence, although it was a bit out of place at this time.

Fan Qin's flicker, and then reacted again, "If you lose it, you lose it, it's a big deal for us to go to a few acres of land, and we won't starve to death, last time you gave that consistent money and still have it!" ”

Fan Ming felt a warm current in his heart, thinking back to that era, the word success seemed to come so easily, he only needed to move his mouth and tap a few times on the keyboard, but from here he could feel the warmth and affection of the most humble family in the land of China.

This may also be a kind of human inertia, when he first came, he also wanted to come to this prosperous world and always do something vigorously.

But this dilapidated family made me feel another kind of life perception, that is, the struggle for survival, think about it carefully, he has never borne so much pressure in such a superior environment of that era.

The pressure of the three of them to survive may be infected by the great maternal love of Fan Qin, a poor peasant woman, or by the similar faces of Zhang Wan'er and Xiaoqian and the gentle and virtuous character, but all this seems to be not a reason, maybe just because he is a man.

That night, Fan Qin specially beat two eggs and spread a few cakes to eat.

Fan Ming knew that this was the old lady supporting him, Fan Ming secretly made up his mind to speed up the pace, and inadvertently, he had truly integrated into this environment and this family.

Even if such a thing happened today, he still did not forget the homework that Master Gong had given him, and he was delayed by this file before the start of copying the "Tao Te Ching" today, although there was a reason for it, but he also insisted on completing his schoolwork, which was a habit he had developed since he was a child, and it was also a respect for Master Gong.

After the pen and ink were polished, Fan Ming hung his wrist and fell.

These days, his gesture has made great progress, the so-called gesture occupies a large proportion of the whole writing process, just like a breath in the dantian in the practice of martial arts, it determines the spirit of the whole paragraph or the whole text, the so-called iron painting silver hook is the embodiment of this potential.

Holding his breath to write the entire five thousand words, Fan Ming spit out the turbidity in his chest.

Blowing dry the ink, picking it up and comparing it with Old Master Gong's original, then he nodded with satisfaction, although it is still a little sluggish, but it has changed a lot compared to a month ago, after all, it takes years of accumulation and long-term practice.

Looking out the window, it was already a moon branch, and it was estimated that it was already time, and after thinking about what to do tomorrow, Fan Ming fell asleep after washing outside.