Two tiled houses, a straw hut, in this silent snowy night, the lights shine on the face of the little bastard.

My father and mother have been away from home for more than a month, and the rice jar is full, the noodle bucket is full, and the oil pot is full.

On the eaves outside the house, the six strips of bacon were stained with thick snow and frost, and more than ten sausages were swaying in the wind.

The hot soup that my mother said was not made, and the smile on my father's face was dispersed by uncontrollable anger.

There was a crisp sound, and the little bastard's back instantly ached.

"What did your mother and I teach you? What taught you is to cheat and cheat? ”

The whip in his father's hand trembled incessantly,

January has passed, not only has the rice and noodles not moved at home, but there is also a lot of food.

"I didn't lie!"

The pain in his back made the little bastard's voice tremble a little.

"Didn't lie? Your mother and I are working hard to fight hard, can you still steal? ”

The whip fell again, and with the sigh of the mother, this time it was even more ruthless than just now.

There were two more white cotton knee pads and two thick leather gloves in the cabinet.

"I didn't steal!"

The little bastard clutched the corners of his clothes.

Hard mouth? Since ancient times, I have not been afraid of children being beaten, but I am afraid that children will have a hard mouth when they are beaten.

The whip fell again and again, and the little bastard said those two sentences in his mouth, not deceiving! Didn't steal!

The mother couldn't see such a scene after all, and stopped her husband after five or six lashes.

It's the son's fault that the fault is, but the pain is the mother's heart.

"Tell me where things come from."

The horsewhip was thrown heavily on the table, and a sigh could not calm the anger in his heart.

The son is not the godfather's fault, although the little bastard's father has never gone to school, but he understands the reason.

Whether it is stealing or cheating, you must admit your mistakes. The son does not admit it, but the father must admit it.

"I sold the Enlightenment Grass."

"What?"

"I sold the Spirit Grass!!"

The little bastard clenched his fists, and this was the first time he yelled at his father since he was a child.

The whip was raised again, but it could not be lowered.

Qiling Grass, a lowest-level immortal cultivation herb, the little bastard is now only a fairy child level, and the fairy child level is divided into four realms.

From low to high, they are: soul exploration, dust and smoke, sand, and fixed roots.

The whip that had been raised in mid-air still fell, and it was whipped hard on the little bastard's body.

"My Ji family has been poor for many generations, and finally there is a fairy root. Luckily! Luckily! I worked my life to provide you with food and drink without worry, but you don't know how to improve, exchange these things for Qiling grass! ”

If it weren't for his wife stopping in front of him, Ji Laigui would not have killed this indisputable thing today.

"I know my family is poor! So I can't take the Enlightenment Grass and soak it in water like everyone else! I know, I know it all! ”

The little bastard's eyes were sour as he spoke, and his heart felt more like he was being kneaded.

If there is no one, maybe my father and mother will not be so tired, and maybe they can have a good year every year.

Dad doesn't have to wait for wages to buy new clothes for himself in the heavy snow, and Mom doesn't have to fight with people in front of the butcher shop for a few copper plates.

"Blame me, blame me for not being capable. Blame me for not allowing my son to soak in water with Enlightenment Grass. ”

Ji Laigui suddenly smiled and sat down on the bench, his eyes darkened.

"I don't blame you! I've never blamed you and my mother. ”

The little bastard touched a handful of tears and walked out of the house, the cold wind was in the bone, and the faint fire candle on the table could not withstand the wind and snow outside the door.

There were two horses in the barn, one of which was long and burly and muscular, which the little bastard's father used to make money. Tired all the way, it had already fallen asleep, and there were not so many worries.

And the other is the big white of the little bastard.

"Dabai is growing faster, and we can also pull goods when we grow up. I don't need my father's hard-earned money to eat. ”

The little bastard patted the big white horse's back lightly, and took out a handful of beans from his pocket, which were very tender and full of juice when he bit into it.

Da Bai turned his head slightly, rubbing his neck against the little bastard.

The little bastard suffered from the white eyes it had seen, and the little bastard had been scolded he had seen. He knows the sadness of the little bastard, and he also knows the thoughts of the little bastard.

The beans are mixed with the snow wind, and a fragrance wafts in the wind.

The little bastard sniffed, it was the hot soup made by the mother.

"Hey, little sycamore, little sycamore, grow up and grow taller, grow to a towering height, and the phoenix will come and see!"

The wooden door was pushed open, and the ballad in the mother's mouth was made up by herself, but the sycamore was real.

This night, the leaders all heard that the little bastard named Ji Wutong was really ignorant, and the Qiling grass that his parents had worked so hard to save money to buy was secretly sold by him.

"It's very interesting, Ji Wutong...... Good name. ”

On the eaves of the same snowy quilt, a woman in a red dress muttered to herself,

She was reclining on the eaves, her shoulders like jade peaks. Above the cold collarbone happens to be a bright moon.

Her feet tapped the ice crystal starlight, and her feet reflected the snow. The moonlight sets the stars on your knees.