The courtyard of the Zhuang family is still clean, with two adobe houses in the main hall and a mud-walled wing room on the west side. With a little cleaning, it gives people a warm feeling of home.

Du Ling still wears red makeup, there is a difference between men and women, so she lives alone in the west wing, and the rest are in the main hall.

Feng'er is a legendary hero under the mouth of the county master, the legend is not a legend for the time being, people helped to put out the fire, and was misunderstood by everyone, the descendants beat him indiscriminately, and the whole village owes him favors. At noon, the third aunt and six mothers-in-law came to deliver some food, and when they mentioned Feng'er's life experience, they inevitably wiped a few handfuls of tears.

After the Ninth Master came back from Feng'er, he took Yang Zhixian to the east of the village, inquired in detail about Niu Zhengxing's Lan'er case, and did a scene investigation. It wasn't until after they left that the Ninth Master came over to take care of Feng'er's food and lodging. To put it mildly, it is all clichés and good words in the guest house, and it has nothing to do with the pain and itch in reality. Feng'er also knows that the patriarch of the family is such a position, neither an official nor a power, and he relies on his seniority and prestige to show up for the whole clan, saying that someone will listen to you, and if you don't say well, you are nothing, so you can only end up embarrassed. To put it bluntly, the head of the family is the puppet of the whole family. Therefore, Feng'er was polite to the ninth master and said a lot of words of gratitude.

Feng'er only suffered a little bit of flesh and skin, did not hurt his muscles and bones, and after half a day of recuperation, he basically recovered his physical strength.

Nothing was said all night.

At three o'clock in the morning, Yao Xiucai shook his head and read the poetry book, attracting several curious children to watch in front of the hospital.

Feng'er took Du Ling to the east of the village to find Niu Zhengxing to learn about the situation. Walking on the street, Du Ling's fresh clothes are beautiful, and the attraction cannot be described by turning back at all, everyone can't wait to see it for ten miles, and a few descendants have their foreheads touching the corner of the wall and don't know it, don't let me look straight into the eyes, please let me follow. What's even worse is that several eldest brothers were dragged home by their ears by their sisters-in-law, and they howled wolves.

Niu Erxing was sitting in the hall drinking, pouring himself drinks, cup after cup. Middle-aged widowed, almost old and lost his only daughter, leaving him alone, there is no hope for this day, Niu Zhengxing has become a cow unlucky. Now to describe his mood in four words, that is: life is better than death.

Feng'er walked over and shouted, "Uncle Niu!"

Niu Zhengxing raised his head and looked at the wind with a pair of cloudy eyes.

"Oh, it's Hanako. If you don't make a fire today, it's the same if you eat or not by yourself. Come! Accompany the uncle to drink two glasses, live a day less than two days, how to live is a lifetime. ”

Feng'er said, "Thank you, uncle! Xiaohuazi doesn't drink." People can't be resurrected after death, and the uncle has to mourn. I'm here to disturb Uncle today because I want to understand the situation and see if I can find some clues and avenge Lan'er. ”

Niu Zhengxing looked at Feng'er again, and suddenly he laughed, picked up a glass of wine and drank it all.

"Gentlemen, just you? The county magistrate is here with the catcher, and there is no way, what can you do? Besides, you may not be able to beat the thief. ”

Du Ling said: "Uncle, don't underestimate Brother Feng'er, even the county master praises him as a big hero." ”

Du Ling told Niu Zhengxing about the deeds along the way, and Niu Zhengxing bowed his head and said nothing.

Feng'er asked, "Who did Lan'er come into contact with, and who has been in the family recently?"

Niu Zhengxing said: "Lan'er, this child is introverted by nature, she has never been out of the door, and she has never been in contact with others. Recently, in addition to the neighboring village Wangzhuang Wang Matchmaker's wife has come a few times, I want to find a mother-in-law for Lan'er. A few were introduced, but none of them were quite to my liking. Moreover, a few days ago, the arrester came to check the population, saying that he was searching for a monk. The others have never seen the living. ”

Feng'er asked again: "Do you feel any suspicious people or suspicious places?"

Niu Zhengxing pondered for a while and shook his head: "No." ”

Feng'er continued to ask, "What is the character of the matchmaker you are talking about?"

Niu Zhengxing said: "Mrs. Wang is an old widow, who runs around the village every day, she just makes a living by talking about matchmaking, and no one knows her. is fast-talking, and it's really not clear what the character is. ”

Feng'er said: "Uncle Niu, tell me what you think of, we will live in the idle courtyard of the ninth master's house." One is to avenge Lan'er, and the other is to wash away my own innocence. ”

Niu Zhengxing drank another glass of wine, and suddenly knelt in front of Feng'er:

"Little hero, please catch that thief and avenge Lan'er, Lan'er died so miserably! If you catch that thief, my business is yours, you don't have to beg for food, anyway, I don't have a few days to live......"

He cried like a child.

It took a lot of effort for Feng'er to persuade him, and said:

"Uncle, take care! I'll do my best. Xiaohuazi's father has not taken revenge, and he does not dare to expect the uncle's family business. ”

Feng'er was about to say goodbye, when she suddenly heard someone shouting outside the door:

"Is Brother Zhengxing at home?"

Feng'er looked out, and staggered in an old woman, with grease and powder on her face, flowers on her head, and a banana leaf fan in her hand. It's really an elderly hairpin who is not ashamed, and she is shy of the young man's head.

"Yes. It's sister-in-law, come in!"

Niu Zhengxing agreed.

Needless to say, it was Mrs. Wang who came.

Mrs. Wang walked with a pair of big feet, and when she entered the house, she saw Feng'er and Du Ling.

"Yo, there's a guest? After that, the growth is good, you want to have a head, you want to look good, how can you dress like a flower? In the past two years, the year has not been good, the crops have not been harvested, and the farmers are not happy. I don't know if she has been hired? There is a Lu Yuanwai in the west of the city, and his eldest son is about the same age as the girl, and his family has thousands of acres of fertile land, a herd of mules and horses, maids and servants, and everything. If the girl wishes, the old man will tell you about it tomorrow. Brother Zhengxing, the third son of Panyuan Village, Shilihe, who told Lan'er a few days ago, has 100 acres of good land at home, mules and horses, and carts pulling crops, and is a good family that is difficult to find with lanterns. You don't know, every day I ask someone to tell you that the matchmaker is squeezing your head, and marrying him is a blessing that Lan'er cultivated in her previous life! Big brother, you have to take charge of this rudder. ”

Mrs. Wang said a lot of words, and the three sentences did not leave the bank.

Niu Zhengxing lowered his head, and it took a long time to spit out a sentence:

"Sister-in-law Wang, the child didn't have that life, and he hanged himself last night. ”

Mrs. Wang was taken aback and hurriedly said:

"Bah, bah, big brother, you can't curse a child like this! If you don't want to introduce yourself to another family, how can you say such a thing? ”

Niu Zhengxing looked nana and said:

"How can this be a joke, I recruited a flower thief last night, Lan'er's life is miserable......"

Seeing that Niu Zhengxing didn't look like a lie, Mrs. Wang took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, covered her eyes and pretended to cry.

"My miserable son, why are you so pitiful, which ruthless thief harmed you? He can't die well! The thunder of heaven struck him ......."

Like singing, it has a strong sense of rhythm, a long aftertone, and is full of charm. This may be the origin of the term "acting on the spot".

Seeing that she stopped crying, Feng'er asked:

"Granny Wang, you have a suave god, right?"

Mrs. Wang was taken aback and asked:

"How do you know?"

Feng'er said, "That's him!"