Fang Zichen only felt that when he woke up, his family had changed a lot, and it felt like a snail girl came to his house for a walk and returned the favor.

Brother Zhao was standing at the door, and he couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw Fang Zichen holding the good boy under his arm as if he was playing, and walked towards the kitchen.

When he is nervous, he likes to tug at the corners of his clothes, and so does the good boy.

Fang Zichen pretended not to see it, and when he saw that the water tank was full of water, he raised his eyebrows: "You still picked up the water!" It's not far from the river! So diligent. ”

Brother Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, followed up and pushed the porridge on the stove in his direction.

As soon as Fang Zichen saw the black thing in the bowl, he subconsciously felt a sore throat: "There is only one bowl?" There is only a little hot water in the pot at the moment.

"You and ......" Fang Zichen pointed to the good boy who was still clipped under his armpit and asked, "What's his name?"

Brother Zhao said: "Good boy."

Does this count as a name?

Fang Zichen asked, "Just a bowl of porridge, don't you eat it?"

Brother Zhao pointed to the wild vegetables that were washed by him on the side, and replied, "I can eat this with the good boy."

Fang Zichen looked at the place he was pointing, and suddenly leaked a stunned and complicated expression, and looked at Brother Zhao.

He even had some suspicions,

"Can you eat this thing?"

"Yes," Brother Zhao unconsciously dodged under Fang Zichen's surprised gaze: "...... Blanch the water and you can eat it. ”

He used to eat like this, or he would have died if he hadn't eaten it.

"Isn't there still food at home?" Fang Zichen asked helplessly.

"There's a bag of brown rice, it's not much, you have to save it." Brother Zhao said cautiously, he touched the things in the kitchen without authorization, and he was always apprehensive in his heart, when he was at Ma's house, they prevented him from being like a thief, and someone had to supervise him when cooking.

He was not allowed to touch the things in the house, as if he were something particularly dirty.

Brother Zhao didn't feel unhappy when he saw that Fang Zichen had moved the things in the kitchen, but when he mentioned the word brown rice, his brows twisted, and he seemed to be very disgusted with this family's stuff to fill their stomachs.

"Let's cook it and eat it together!" Fang Zichen said: "The province is not so provincial, and it is not a good thing, I will go out tomorrow to see if I can find some ways to make money."

The village is poor, and if you want to earn some money, you can only run to the town.

Brother Zhao nodded, looking very well-behaved and obedient.

He added some firewood to the stove, and then took two stones and began to knock, Fang Zichen watched the novelty on the side, put down the good boy and leaned over to squat with Brother Zhao, he was hungry all night because he couldn't make a fire last night, he pointed to the flint in Brother Zhao's hand and asked him what it was, the fire rose and his eyes lit up and asked Brother Zhao how he did it.

Brother Zhao looked at him with an incredible and surprised look, and asked what to answer.

"I'll try." Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao handed over the flint and steel and placed it on Fang Zichen's clean, slender, fair, and healthy pink palm, with no scratches or blemishes.

He looked down at his hands, and an inferiority complex rose in his heart for no reason.

When people see good things, they know that they can't compare, but they will always unconsciously compare them.

His hands are really not pretty, he has been working all year round, the back of his hands is full of deep or shallow scars, criss-crossed, his fingers are rough, his palms are also full of thick calluses, and his fingertips and nails are not clean, which are the colors that have been soaked in grass juice all year round and cannot be washed off.

There is only one bowl at home, and three people take turns to eat.

Fang Zichen was the last, and he was about to vomit while eating, Brother Zhao saw that he was eating and his face was ugly, and asked, "Is it not delicious to cook?"

Fang Zichen frowned, and said bitterly: "This porridge is bitter, and there is an indescribable strange smell. ”

He knew that wild vegetables would definitely not taste too good when boiled without oil or salt, but he really didn't expect it to be so bad.

Before the school organized a learning activity in the countryside, he saw a fellow feeding pigs, in fact, it was very simple, that is, cut the sweet potato vine, accompanied by some cornmeal, poured into the pig trough, the old sow ate deliciously.

Pigs are not useless, at least people are quite able to endure hardships, Fang Zichen said in his heart.

Brother Zhao thought about it, got up and went out, and came back after a while, holding a washed branch in his hand, he used the branch to pick a piece of peanut-sized fat from the oil can, put it in a bowl and stirred: "This should be more delicious."

The fat melts in the slightly hot porridge, wafting out a meaty aroma.

The porridge did get better.

But it didn't taste good.

Fang Zichen sighed.

If he hadn't traveled through this thing, he would never have experienced this kind of life in his life.

After eating, there is no work to do at home, Brother Zhao rarely has free time, this will stop, always feel uneasy, and finally see that Fang Zichen and the good boy are out of the kitchen, he is like a door god, standing at the door of the kitchen, at a loss.

He seems to have a soft spot for the doorway.

The good boy squatted under the eaves and counted the ants, he was a very obedient child, he never ran around, Brother Zhao took him when he went to work in the field, he was small, he couldn't do anything, so he went to pick wild vegetables on the edge of the ridge, at this time Brother Zhao was not busy, he didn't know what to do, and he didn't dare to come to Fang Zichen, so he could only play with ants by himself within Brother Zhao'er's line of sight.

Fang Zichen walked to the steps and sat down, he beckoned to Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao looked at him stunned, a little stunned, catching a glimpse of his appearance, Fang Zichen laughed heartlessly: "Come here and sit!" Standing and not tired? ”

Brother Zhao went over and sat on the other side.

Fang Zichen pointed at the good boy, leaned closer and asked Brother Zhao: "Are you a son or a brother?"

Brother Zhao looked at him in some surprise when he heard this, and said after a while: "Son."

Fang Zichen was a little puzzled: "Then why didn't the Ma family leave the child behind and let you take it...... Remarry. ”

Brother Zhao's tone was shocking: "He is not the grandson of the Ma family." Almost as soon as the words fell, he saw Fang Zichen stunned for a while and then looked at him with an indescribable gaze.

Fang Zichen was indeed a little unresponsive.

What is not the grandson of the Ma family.

After sorting it out a little, the logic should be like this, he is the son-in-law of the Ma family, but he gave birth to the grandson of the Ma family, that is...

Fang Zichen looked at Brother Zhao with some shock and was speechless, feeling that he had married someone amazing.

Brother Zhao looked obedient, but he didn't expect ......

He touched his head and asked, "Brother Zhao, do you think my black hair looks good?"

The hair is the same, except for the length and roughness, there is really nothing to evaluate.

Fang Zichen said euphemistically: "I just think the black one is more compatible with me, I don't want this thing to turn green one day in the future, do you know what I mean?"

This is not half a dirty word, but it is not subtle enough, although Brother Zhao does not know a few big words, but his brain is fine.

No one in the village said behind his back that he was stealing people, and the Ma family insisted that the child belonged to the Ma family in order to keep him working, but this matter couldn't help but be scrutinized.

When he was pregnant, Ma Wen was running goods outside, and he was not at home at all, and his family knew that he and Ma Wen had never shared a room, and the Ma family understood whether the child was a breed of the Ma family.

The reason why they endured this breath was just because they were afraid that he would be beaten to death after being rumored to be 'stealing people', no one did the work at home, and he had not been squeezed clean for more than ten years, how could he let him die in vain, just thinking so, they would help him to fill it.

There was a time when he thought that he and the good boy would probably die in the Ma family in this life.

If it weren't for the fact that this year couldn't go on, and it happened to fall into the water, the Ma family would not have driven their father and son out so easily.

"I didn't steal people," Brother Zhao's voice didn't sound calm, there was a sense of calmness that he pretended to be after forcibly suppressing himself, he lowered his eyelashes and didn't look at anyone,

"The people of the Ma family scolded me, beat me, said that I stole people, said that I was shameless, and some people in the village also talked about me behind my back, saying that I was restless and restless, and that the good boy was a wild seed, I understood all of this, but ...... I really didn't steal anyone. ”

The grievances that have been buried by force for many years have an outlet, and even if Brother Zhao pretends to be strong and calm, his voice is choked with a hint of choking.

No one asked him what was going on with his pregnancy, maybe they thought he was despicable, maybe they felt that it had nothing to do with him, and it was not worth asking.

So without asking why, he was convicted and convicted of stealing.

was pointed at for four years, silent, and seemed to have accepted the result of this injustice, but in the face of Fang Zichen...... This person who has known him for only half a day, can't say why, Brother Zhao just doesn't want him to misunderstand, thinking that he is really an unbearable person.

Fang Zichen was silent, and didn't ask what was going on, first of all, the relationship was not that good, and secondly, he didn't know if Brother Zhao was forced, and asking when he opened his mouth was no different from tearing someone's wound.

"Hmmm! I believe you," he grinned and grabbed Brother Zhao's shoulder: "It's okay brother, it's all over."

Brother Zhao'er's body couldn't help but stiffen, and then quickly relaxed, and he asked, "Do you believe me?"

"Believe!" Fang Zichen said in a not very serious posture: "You are small, and your courage must be small, borrowing the guts of a dog to steal people?"

Brother Zhao: "......"

Brother Zhao tried to justify: "I'm not young, I'm nineteen years old this year."

"No," Fang Zichen glared and said, "I feel like you're only sixteen or seventeen, and you look even smaller than me."

Brother Zhao pointed to his son, who was still squatting on the ground and looking at the ants, and said, "The good boys are three years old."

Fang Zichen choked.

Nineteen years old, my son was three years old, that is, I was pregnant at the age of sixteen.

Fang Zichen couldn't help but diverge his thinking, sixteen-year-old Brother Zhao was still small and short, squatting by the stove with a big belly...

I don't dare to think about it.

He shook his head and threw all his thoughts away, stared at Brother Zhao with his chin in his hands, and changed the topic: "Is there any difference between Brother and Hanzi?" I don't think you're any different from me and the good boy! ”

Brother Zhao said: "Brother can have children."

"Hmm!" Fang Zichen nodded: "And then?"

Brother Zhao looked at him: "No."

Fang Zichen: "···"

"Brother and man, won't you be indistinguishable?"

"Born here on the arm," Brother Zhao pointed to one of the arms: "There will be red dots here."

Fang Zichen: "......"

You win.