"Hoo ......"

Zhao Qingshan, who was lying on the bed, exhaled a long breath, and went to bed for more than an hour, but he couldn't sleep.

Through the faint starlight, looking at the people who were already sleeping soundly by the pillow, and the little son who was sleeping in a strange position, his mood was even heavier.

"Alas! ......”

......

Before dawn, Zhao Qingshan and his family went out with farm tools and on an empty stomach.

......

It was a long time before Zhao Yan woke up with urine.

Intense light came into the room through the small window, making the humble room visible.

In a room of only about a dozen square meters, there is only one bed set up, and the "bedside table" set up next to the bed, on which are stacked with a few washed gray and white clothes and pants full of patches, and it is no longer possible to see what color the original color is.

The hard bed was covered with a layer of hay, and on top of the hay was a darkened straw mat, and on top of it was a quilt with many patches.

Occasionally, rats pass by quickly, raising a bit of dust......

Zhao Yan, who opened his eyes, stared at the familiar ceiling for a few seconds before quickly getting up and getting dressed...... With messy hair and a shawl, barefoot, he pushed open the rough wooden door and walked out of the room.

Look across from the parents' room.

The door was wide open, and the gown on the big bed was a mess, and some reflections could be faintly seen.

"Xiaoliang wets the bed again."

Zhao Yan shook his head funny, his younger brother was only three years old but he didn't like to cry, he often got up and went out to play by himself, which was an alternative for a child of his age.

But his mother always said that he was more alternative when he was a child, so he felt normal, after all, it was his younger brother, and it was normal to have a little similarity, wasn't it?

As for bedwetting, he is used to it, and Zhao Yan doesn't care much about it.

After all, he himself occasionally wets the bed.

Quickly ran out of the house, went around to the bamboo forest behind the house, and put the water that had accumulated overnight.

"Hoo ......"

Suddenly, I felt relaxed and in a good mood.

"Wow! ......”

A loud cry broke the quiet morning and ruined Zhao Yan's good mood.

"I'm ......!"

Hearing this cry, Zhao Yan couldn't help but say the words 'tall', his small body and lovely face were suddenly filled with anger.

Picked up a fist-sized rock and quickly ran in the direction of the cry.

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Zhao Yan is from Niuqian Village, Qiangshan Town, Yunding County, Dashan Province, Tiannan Province.

There are a total of more than 200 households in Niuqian Village, built on the mountain, and the village is surrounded by various bamboo forests in a range of about dozens of zhang.

From a distance, there is a cluster of chaotic houses on the hillside, surrounded by dense bamboo forests, and curling green smoke rises, like a paradise.

Zhao Yan's leaky earthen house is at the end of the village, and his house is not visible from a distance, just blocked by the bamboo forest, so a few steps away is a dense bamboo forest.

At this time, only about ten zhang away from Zhao Yan's house, a child who looked to be about three years old was covered in mud, crawling on the ground and crying loudly.

A boy who looked to be seven or eight years old swayed vigorously on top of a child, slapping hard every now and then.

"Drive!"

"Get up! I haven't eaten! ”

The small body couldn't get up at all, and only writhed because of pain and discomfort...... Wronged, he could only cry louder.

However, the louder the child cries, the more excited the seven or eight-year-old boy becomes.

There were also three six or seven-year-olds who looked at them and laughed.

"Zhao Yan is here!"

One of them, a seven-year-old boy with two pigtails, said suddenly.

The boy riding on the child immediately stood up and looked at the angry Zhao Yan with a smile on his face, not caring about the stone in Zhao Yan's hand.

Instead, he twisted his body proudly, compared with various postures that everyone understood, and mocked Zhao Yan.

"Fruit !!"

When the child saw Zhao Yan, he shouted indistinctly and cried even louder.

"Fruit !!"

The boy said in a child's tone.

"Hahahaha!!!"

A few boys were even happier.

"Ma ......~......~!"

Zhao Yan gritted his teeth, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a faint tall figure in the bamboo forest in the distance, roared angrily, picked up the stone and slapped it on the boy's head.

"You...... Look for death! ”

The boy called Ma ~~ was suddenly angry.

He liked Zhao Yan the nickname he gave him the most.

......

Although Zhao Yan is the same age as Ma~~, Ma~~ has studied in the private school established by the old gentleman in Niuqian Village for three years, and the family conditions are better than Zhao Yan's, so he is faster than Zhao Yan and a few inches taller than Zhao Yan.

The body is one size bigger, and they have martial arts, and the force value of the two is not at the same level at all, so even if Zhao Yan is holding a stone, he does not touch the horse~~ at all, but is pressed to the ground and rubbed.

"Do you still call me by my nickname?!"

Ma~~ said loudly while rubbing Zhao Yan.

"Horse~~!"

However, Zhao Yan just didn't admit defeat.

This makes Ma~~ even more popular, and he hates hard-mouthed guys like Zhao Yan the most.

"You idiot looking for death!"

The child has no sense of proportion, he doesn't know what he can do and what he can't do, the angry horse~~ picked up the stone that fell from Zhao Yan's hand, and smashed it Zhao Yan's head, who had been unable to move for a while.

I didn't even think about whether there would be a death if I went on this time.

And Zhao Yan, who was lying on the ground, had no ability to react, so he could only watch the stone quickly enlarge in his eyes.

Fortunately, Ma Dashan, Ma ~~'s father, happened to pass by, and fortunately, Ma Dashan's martial arts village ranked among the top five, so he was able to save Zhao Yan and prevent the upcoming tragedy.

Otherwise, the consequences are unimaginable.

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