Last time, Fugui looked at Cheng Letian suspiciously, full of vigilance against him, and thought to himself, what bad idea does this kid want to make?

"No, Brother Fugui, don't think about it, this is a good thing, I'm happy for you, with such a good godson, and leaning on the backer, getting ahead, who can't see it, who doesn't envy it, in the future, you are a person with a face in the village, who doesn't greet you with a smile when he sees you, you are double happy, in the future, take care of your brothers, I also want to rely on your high branch." He patted his ass all the way, and the rich and dizzy man couldn't help but straighten his waist.

Fugui looked at Cheng Letian's pitiful appearance, and thought of what happened just now, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

However, he couldn't help it, and deliberately put on a face to teach him, "You, you have to be a good person in the village in the future, don't go around telling right and wrong, walking rumors, laughing at others, or think about it for yourself, aren't you a flower, although you have a second child, maybe it's still a dog's tail flower." ”

"Okay, I know, but you can't say it so ugly, I know, you have prejudices against me about the past, but I'm also good for you, seeing that you want your son to be so earnest, I just mentioned this matter of stupid sea to you, for your last condition, I broke my leg and wore my mouth to persuade the lame man to let the stupid sea come to your house. I'm a good heart, I don't have merit and hard work, I didn't expect it, I finally did it, you don't want it, so I'm not a person inside and out, haven't you seen that cripple, and you still have a prejudice against me. I can hold this basin for you, you can't take revenge, forget the pain after the scar, and look down on people if you climb a high branch," Cheng Letian said with a sad face.

Then he scolded the iron crutch again, "This lame man, good people don't recognize it, good and bad don't distinguish between good and bad, this damn lame man, I look ugly in front of so many people, I still save him, why don't you drown him, freeze him to death, fall to death, and throw him into the manure tank to make manure." Look at his family, lame, stupid, and stupid, and even think of a sweet dream, the toad wants to eat swan meat, I'd rather have no son in eight lifetimes than that stupid seed, fuck it, and the old brother-in-law, shit. Cheng Letian scolded, passing by Gao Yang's wheat field, he ran over and pulled it with both hands and stomped on it. As soon as he raised his hand, the northwest wind rushed towards him, and the flying soil and wheat seedlings pounced on him, blinded him, and poured them into his mouth and neck.

He was busy rubbing his face, spitting out the soil in his mouth, tilting his neck from side to side, shaking the wheat seedlings and soil in his neck, and kept scolding, "Fuck, it's really unlucky, even the old guy's wheat field bullied me, this old miscellaneous hair, lame crutch." ”

He stomped a few more hard times before he came out.

Fugui watched his performance, couldn't help laughing, and thought, what kind of thing did he do because he was angry with other people's wheat fields.

Cheng Letian saw him laughing, and thought with hatred in his heart, this stupid cow finally took the bait again, and wanted to fight with me, it was far from it, now you laugh, I will make you cry without tears in the future.

Although he thought so in his heart, he smirked with Fugui on the surface, "Why do you still scold your uncle, let him know, and don't smash your pot," Fugui said with a smile.

"What Uncle Wang, go to his grandmother's, I'm not afraid of him, if he dares, I'll break his other leg," Cheng Letian scolded, now he exploded his lungs at the mention of the iron crutch, he had never been insulted like this.

Today, he has lost face, his reputation has plummeted, and he has simply become a clown in the eyes of others, and he still doesn't scold his mother.

Seeing him angry like this, Fugui is so happy.

Seeing Fugui's schadenfreude, Cheng Letian felt even more evil in his heart, and secretly scolded, this stupid cow, you laugh, see who has the last laugh. He held back the anger in his heart, his tone softened, and he deliberately said in a low voice: "I scolded that cripple, you must not say it, I am really afraid of him, he is so dependent, let him rely on it will be trouble," he almost pleaded.

Fugui smiled but did not answer, stood by his own wheat field, looking at the rows of neat and even wheat seedlings, he squatted down and gently stroked with his big hands, like stroking his own child, since he remembered, he had never seen such a good seedling, this is his own, it is no problem to beat seven or eight hundred catties of an acre of land, next year, it is no problem to eat white flour a year, and the cornmeal nest nest is also eaten.

Fugui thought about it, as if he saw a lot of wheat in the wheat field, and people sent it home in large carts. He even imagined that his son's family did not have much wheat, so he pushed two pockets and sent it to his family, and his happy son called him one by one.

Cheng Letian observed the words, he seemed to see the thoughts of wealth, so he pretended to sigh and said: "It's better to work alone, you look at this piece of wheat, in the production team, how can there be such good seedlings, the days will get better and better in the future, it seems that the times are really going to change." ”

Fugui was immersed in imaginary happiness, and was suddenly interrupted by Cheng Letian, who glanced at Cheng Letian dissatisfied.

Cheng Letian felt that it was time, so he asked seriously, "Brother Fugui, do you really have to recognize Pengxiang as your godson?" ”

Fugui was stunned for a moment, staring at him, looking at his concerned expression, he couldn't see any other meaning, imagining the beautiful scenery just now, and felt that recognition is recognition, sooner or later you have to know, there is something to hide, this is not something unsightly, everyone knows it, just borrow his mouth to use. So, he nodded solemnly.

"Brother Fugui, I really envy you, I recognize such a good son, or your life is good, I don't know what to do, like you said, maybe it's still a girl." Cheng Letian said, his expression was heavy, making people sympathetic.

"Don't think so, I'm joking with you," Fugui was a little embarrassed, he thought now, Cheng Letian asked him, did he want to recognize a godson in the future, alas, it is really connected to the same fate, it is really uncomfortable to have a son.

Cheng Letian shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I know, look, like me, like me, like having a son's life?" ”

"Don't think like that, is there still hope, if that's the case, wouldn't it be different to recognize a godson," Fugui took pity on him.