After Basho was mighty, Zhang Tao trotted into the village and walked briskly to his home.

The bay where Zhang Tao's house is located, standing against the mountain, directly opposite the primary school, is a small village.

There are only three families in the bay, his uncle and a family surnamed Zhang named Grandpa.

There are more than a dozen villages of various sizes around the elementary school. Villages, shops, threshing houses, oil mills, and so on are concentrated here.

At about ten o'clock, there are no lights in the house, and the family should all be asleep.

Zhang Tao was overjoyed, tiptoed into the house, ready to wash in the dark, and go to bed to sleep.

As soon as he pushed the door open, "Boom! With a bang, the lights came on.

His father, Renlong, sat on a large bench in the living room, leaning crookedly against the wall.

Renlong was drunk and stared at Zhang Tao with wide eyes.

Zhang Tao was stunned for a moment, and stood at the door and lost his ground.

Wasn't my father drunk? Isn't it time to go to bed early? How could he... Why are you still sitting here?

Zhang Tao was about to say hello, but Renlong's angry scolding came first.

"Coming back? Enough of heroes? ”

Renlong had just sobered up from drunkenness, and when he saw Zhang Tao's cowering appearance, he was even more angry, and his tone was full of mockery.

Renlong teaches at Xiachong Primary School, with a square head and a big face, and a slightly fat body.

He is a somewhat cowardly and fearful person, and he is most disgusted by his son's heroic and showy behavior.

Gaotang Village is excusable, it is forgiving, it is angry for himself and his fellow villagers.

But Basho Zhang Nan, what kind of character is that? The power is huge, and he is ruthless, can ordinary people easily afford to provoke him?

He is good, not only provoked Zhang Nan, but also made a big fuss in the bazaar and offended several forces.

In particular, he dared to beat up a state official, and he was almost detained by the police station.

Who gave you this guts? Do you still have the royal law in your eyes? Does he still have this home in his eyes, and does he still have his own future?

Zhang Tao sighed, lowered his head timidly, and did not dare to answer.

"You say you're a student, what can you do with this everywhere? What should I do if something happens? Can you fight these powerful people? ”

Renlong pointed at Zhang Tao's nose and said foamingly.

"In case they want to retaliate, can we, a poor and fragile family, afford it?"

"What if the police station detains you and you can't pass the university political examination?"

The more Renlong spoke, the more angry he became, and his tone was a little trembling.

"You, you! What a pig brain! Is it easy for a family to cut down on food and clothing for you to study? ”

"It's not that I hope you will have a future and glorify your ancestors. If you toss like this again, your future will be ruined! ”

"I... What can I do? Zhang Tao was also angry, and he rushed out.

"Don't dare to say what you should say, don't dare to do what you should do, is it like you, drunk every day, living in Chongli for a lifetime?" Zhang Tao muttered quietly.

As soon as Zhang Tao spoke, he knew that he was speaking heavily.

Renlong's usual taboo is to talk about his.

This has always been a pain in his mind. Even if his grumpy mother quarreled with him, he would easily not talk about it.

Sure enough, Renlong was confused, he stood up, pointed at Zhang Tao, trembled and said, "Okay, okay!" You can say that again! This is my good son, and he actually dislikes me. ”

"You are a hero! Beautiful! The wings are stiff, and you will be a college student soon, so you can not recognize you as a father! ”

Zhang Tao tried his best to restrain himself, but the boredom and irritation that he had managed to suppress still slipped out of his heart, and gurgled out from his eyes, face, and fingers, dripping all over the room, and wrapping him tightly.

He stamped his feet, blushing, and aggrieved to continue arguing.

"What's wrong! It's a long time! Are you going to hit your dad? Renlong continued to hit his son.

"I... I—" Zhang Tao was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Zhang Tao's mother, Chunhua, had not yet slept, and as soon as she heard the quarrel between their father and son, she climbed out of bed and rushed out of the back room.

She hugged her son, who was trembling with anger, like a lioness guarding a calf.

"You drunk, why don't you die early? If you drink some horse urine, what will you do to your son? ”

"Do you know how big a thing my son did today? You go outside to take a look and see, in your Zhangjia house for generations, who has a long face like me Taogu? ”

Zhang Tao's two younger sisters, Meng Fei and Meng Lan, were also woken up and came over.

"Sister Lan, go get a basin of water and let my brother wash his face." The experienced Meng Fei hurriedly said.

"Mom, don't shout, it's all over the village to come to our house to see the joke."

She told her mother again, "My brother must be hungry after a busy day." Hurry up and give it to my brother! ”

After speaking, she walked up to her father, "Dad, I'll help you go to rest!" ”

Seeing that Zhang Tao was still stiff and standing straight without leaving, she glanced at Menglan and pushed Zhang Tao again.

"Brother, look at your face has become a big cat, how can you be worthy of the title of hero?"

Menglan was coquettish while pushing Zhang Tao vigorously into the back stove room.

Chunhua saw that her son had calmed down a little, so she didn't say anything more.

She picked up the iron pot and put it on the stove to boil the oil, ready to serve her son.

The spring flowers have fallen this time, and Renlong's wine has also woken up a lot. He also thought that as an elder, he couldn't fight with his son.

He tilted his head, sat down on the large bench, and without saying a word, gulped down his cigarette.

He seemed to want to use the smoke from his cigarette to confront the smoke coming out of the iron pot in his wife's hand to see who won and who lost, as if they had never stopped quarreling for more than ten years.

Zhang Tao's home is very simple, and it hasn't changed much for decades.

Just like the face of the master, in the passage of time, it is only poverty, pain and fatigue, these three knives that cannot be shaken off, carved on them a wrinkle representing old age.

When you enter the door, you will see a "bed tent" (a piece of furniture unique to the hometown, placed by the stove facing the door, which serves as a stool and a cover, and there are drawers below to hold things).

In the corner of the house next to the door, there is a small urinal, and if you turn the door towards the corner of the house, you can solve the "little hands" (meaning to urinate) in a small space surrounded by a hidden door, a "bed canopy" back, and two walls.

Almost every household in my hometown is at the mercy of this. The "canopy" has a urinals on one side and a dining room, living room, and kitchen on the other.

Opposite the "canopy" is a rectangular potato cellar with a stove in between.

Everyone sat around the fire to chat and eat. The sound of the tinkling of the spring water and the diffuse smell of urine did not affect their mood at all.

There is also a large bench under the window, which is usually used by the head of the house or the dignitary.

The potato cellar is full of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar and other seasonings, food and other sundries.

When visitors come, they clean these things and use them as beds.

A little inside, there is a dining cabinet, a wardrobe, and a pen table on one side, and a table and two beds on the other.

In other gaps in the room, chairs, stools, and other miscellaneous items were cluttered with them.

In short, every inch of space in the house is basically used.

The roofs and walls were also covered with bacon, dried goods, clothes, and other things that were not commonly used.

None of the furniture in the room is decent, except for the pen table, which is new, the paint is peeling, the color is mottled, the wood is old, and the style is ancient, which is suitable for the museum as an antique exhibition.

Zhang Tao had long heard from his parents that this year's wind and rain were smooth and the harvest was good in all aspects, but the poverty of his family has not been fundamentally changed.

Moreover, this harvest is very fragile, and it is completely dependent on the help of heaven and the sale of coolies.

Its foundation is so fragile that a natural disaster, or a serious illness of a member of the family, especially the main laborer, can destroy everything that is good and prosperous, and even bring it back to extreme poverty.

Meng Lan brought a basin of water and put it on the bench in front of Zhang Tao's feet.

"Brother, what are you fighting with Dad?" She grumbled.

"It's not that you don't know, after Dad drank some wine, he didn't have a side score when he spoke."

"If I hadn't poured him water tonight, which was almost entirely water, he wouldn't have known what he would have gotten drunk."

Renlong is a good wine, he is very addicted to alcohol, but the amount of alcohol is actually very small, and he belongs to the type of drinking "Hesheng" wine and getting drunk as soon as he drinks it.

As soon as he drank, he became the least popular person in the family.

He rambled on a lot and stammered, with a long drag on each word.

The demeanor, the tone of voice, and the repetitive meaningless words made the family extremely annoying.

This is also the fuse that Chunhua often quarrels with him.

Mixing wine with water, or pouring water for her drunken father, this is the method that Menglan came up with.

"You little devil, you're smart!" Zhang Tao said affectionately.

He tapped on the little girl's head, and then picked up the cold water and poured it on his face, which also poured a cool touch on the hot heart.

To find out what happens next, stay tuned below!