Fang Zichen woke up the next day and looked at Brother Zhao, who was buried in his arms and still asleep, and was stunned for a long time.

He slept all night with someone in his arms!

And in a very awkward and intimate position······ His chin rested on Brother Zhao'er's head, wrapping his waist, Brother Zhao curled, a thin and small one, all shrunk in his arms.

What's more slotted is······

Something was wrong with his body, Fang Zichen's expression was confused, as if he had re-acquainted himself with the world.

After having that dream three months before he turned eighteen, he ······ again It's still against Brother Zhao!

He was so embarrassed that his whole body was hot and red, and as soon as his arm moved, Brother Zhao'er's eyelashes moved and he opened his eyes.

He had just woken up and seemed to be out of shape, before he reacted.

Seeing Fang Zichen's strange face, he couldn't help but worry: "What's wrong with you?"

"I ······" Fang Zichen was a little embarrassed, so he made a move to escape, pushing Brother Zhao away and fleeing.

……

On the way to the town, he felt that his face was still hot, and when Brother Zhao talked to him, his eyes were dodgy.

Brother Zhao slept in his arms, they were so close, did he find out?

The front man said to people that you are my brother, and the back brother stood up in front of people, how embarrassed he was.

His sudden dodge made Brother Zhao a little overwhelmed, and he desperately wondered if he had done something wrong?

Did he hug him too tightly last night and annoy him?

Several attempts to talk were avoided by Fang Zichen, and Brother Zhao didn't dare to speak again.

Xiaohe Village belongs to Fu'an Town, and it takes about 40 minutes to walk from the village to the town.

Those who have money can take the village chief's ox cart for two pennies, but Fang Zichen is penniless and can only work his two legs.

Before going out, Brother Zhao wanted to send the good boy to Brother Zhou's house, they went, and they didn't know when they would come back, Fang Zichen thought about it, but he still didn't want to trouble others.

The good boy is short and thin, and his legs are not as long as chopsticks, and if he grows a little hair, he is actually similar to a monkey.

Fang Zichen carried him on his back, set off before dawn, and halfway there, the village chief drove the ox cart over.

"Boy Fang, Brother Zhao, are you going to the town?"

Fang Zichen nodded: "Hmm!"

"Come up, I'll take you there, the ox cart is fast."

Fang Zichen looked at the car, the people on the ox cart were crowded with goods, and there was not even a place to stand, did he really go up, standing on top of the people's heads?

He shook his head, "No need."

There was no need to check the paperwork to enter the town, which made Fang Zichen breathe a sigh of relief.

Xiaohe Village is poor, Fang Zichen originally thought that this place was poor, but he didn't want the town to be really rich.

The street is paved with blue bricks, spacious and extending in all directions, the shops on both sides are lined up, the day of the market, the street is bustling, the shouting and cheering are continuous, and the end is a lively and prosperous.

Fang Zichen was the first to come, but Brother Zhao was no better than him, the two of them were like blind people, wandering around.

Near noon, Fang Zichen was hungry.

The fragrance from the street stall rushed into his nose one by one, and Fang Zichen sighed.

The good boy was also hungry, he lay on Fang Zichen's back, looking at the wonton stall on the side of the road, his eyes were dumbfounded, but he didn't cry.

The ancient system was not complete, there was no place to recruit workers, and people in the village wanted to find a job in the town, but they all dragged acquaintances to find relationships.

Brother Zhao saw his bitter face and wanted to speak, but Brother Zhou's voice came from behind him.

Brother Zhou came to the town to sell vegetables, and when he came over in the morning, there was still some food left in the back basket, and he wanted to sell it in another place, so he saw Brother Zhao.

"Are you going to sell vegetables with me? We can go back together later. ”

Brother Zhao was just about to shake his head, but Fang Zichen had already spoken.

"Brother Zhao, take the good boy with him!"

Brother Zhao suddenly looked up at him.

Fang Zichen said: "The weather is hot, you take the good boy back first when the vegetables are sold, at noon, the good boy is probably hungry, go back and cook some porridge for him to drink."

"I don't ······"

Fang Zichen couldn't refuse, and directly stuffed the good boy into his arms.

He turned around to leave, his clothes gently grabbed.

The force was very light, like a gust of wind blowing, and the corners of the clothes only shook slightly.

…… It's Brother Zhao.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Brother Zhao looked at him, pinched a small corner of his clothes and didn't speak, but his depression and panic were shown on his face.

Somehow, Fang Zichen thought of the words he shouted back and forth during his nightmare last night.

Don't go······

He was silent for a moment, and then heard Brother Zhao'er's voice tremble and asked him, "You ······ Will you ever come back? ”

Fang Zichen comforted him: "Yes, I don't even have a hair on my body, where can I go!" You can rest assured. ”

After getting the promise, Brother Zhao couldn't feel at ease, and when he left with Brother Zhou, he turned back frequently, like a lonely soul.

Brother Zhou saw that he was absent-minded, so he said, "What are you worried about?" Afraid he's gone? ”

Brother Zhao didn't speak.

"I heard that he came from overseas, and his money and belongings have been robbed, and he is not familiar with this place, where can he go? Don't think about it. ”

Brother Zhao'er paused, Brother Zhou pulled him, and Brother Zhao said, "I want to go to him."

"Are you stupid?" Brother Zhou said: "He asked you to sell vegetables with me because he didn't want you to follow."

Brother Zhao lowered his head and said in a low tone: "I, I'm afraid he doesn't know the way home."

"Hey!" Brother Zhou didn't understand his thoughts, he sighed: "He's not a child anymore."

Brother Zhao couldn't find an excuse anymore.

If Fang Zichen really didn't want him to follow, even if he went back, it would be in vain.

It's really hard to find a job in the town, Fang Zichen is going to trample Fu'an Town, and he didn't see any recruitment, he thought about it, and finally walked to the dock.

He had just arrived at the time when the ship had just entered the port and was unloading its cargo at the moment.

Several men were busy carrying big bags, and there was a person next to him who was recording with a pen, Fang Zichen glanced at it a few times and walked up.

"Uncle, are you still recruiting people here?"

Hearing this, the ship's steward looked up at him.

Fang Zichen was wearing Hexi's clothes, not too new, but not too old, Hexi was not as tall as him but his physique was stronger than him, and his clothes were a little wide on his body, which made his young man's emaciated body even weaker.

The ship's steward was very suspicious, and glanced up and down at Fang Zichen: "Can you do it?"

These days are busy times, and there are really not enough people, but not to the point where everyone needs anything.

Fang Zichen patted his chest: "Why can't it, if it's a man, you can't say no."

The ship's steward laughed: "It's not that I underestimate you, my batch of goods is a bit heavy, don't look at that bag is not big, but there are hundreds of pounds, don't crush your small bones!"

"Can you give me a try? If it doesn't work, I'll go. Fang Zichen said that he has outstanding appearance, he has been a good student and a good son for more than ten years, he is experienced, and he speaks in a soft tone, which is difficult for people to refuse.

"That's okay," said the ship's steward, "you go and try it, if you can do it, you can do it here, and I'll give you a penny for three packs, and they're all at this price."

Three packs for a penny?

What kind of pie-in-the-sky thing is this?

Meat buns cost two pennies, and you can buy one meat bun by carrying six packs······

Fang Zichen only felt that there was an inexhaustible force all over his body.

The ship's steward only thought it was funny when he saw him hurrying to move the goods.

He has been in charge of this dock for more than ten years, and he has not seen a ······· like Fang Zichen I always feel like I'm amazing, I carry two bags, go back and forth a few times, and I don't even want to be paid.

He was not busy at hand, and thinking about Fang Zichen's confident appearance of the crackling of his chest, he put down his pen and stared at Fang Zichen, then looked at it, and slowly opened his eyes unconsciously.

Fang Zichen sandwiched the two big bags under his armpits, his steps seemed to be about to fly, he moved back and forth several times, still his face was not red and he was not panting.

Several men next to him who were carrying big bags with him were also stunned.

At first, when I saw him come to do this work, I was still secretly laughing at his inadequacy, but the result was ······

Boy.

Towards the end of the evening, a shipload of goods was finally moved.

"Fang Zichen~"

"Come on," Fang Zichen was very positive when receiving the salary, with a smile on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

"Sixty-two Wen," the ship's steward handed over the copper plate, and couldn't help but praise: "Yes, you kid, I've been in charge of this piece for many years, and I haven't seen anyone who can earn so much in a day, and thirty Wen is breaking the sky, you kid, you have a lot of money to carry a big bag!"

Fang Zichen: "·····"

He didn't want to be good at it.

This interest is given to you, do you want it?

He stepped aside, and he was not in a hurry to leave, and when the ship's steward raised his eyes after the incident, he saw him holding a copper plate to look at the front and the back, looking back and forth, looking very strange, and muttering something he didn't understand too well.

"Damn, the copper plate looks like this! If I could go back and sell so many antiques, wouldn't I be rich overnight? ”

As he spoke, his brow furrowed.

"But if I could go back... The New Year's money given by my parents, the company's stocks, the Maserati given by my eldest brother last year, and the two high-end apartments given by my grandmother... With a net worth of over 100 million, I've been fucking getting rich all the time! ”

The copper plate in his hand was not fragrant in an instant, Fang Zichen pouted, took out the small purse that Brother Zhao stuffed into him in the morning, put the copper plates in it one by one, and planned to go home.

"Hey! Boy," the ship's steward stopped him, "Ming'er is still coming?" I'll need a few more days here. ”

Fang Zichen's eyes lit up: "Come, why don't you come."

There is a steamed bun shop at the gate of the city, Fang Zichen was hungry for a day, the purse was bulging, and he bought two when he went in.

This year, people are real, the steamed buns are sturdy, Fang Zichen is full, and he asked the boss to re-wrap four, and go home satisfied.

By the time we reached the halfway point, it was already completely dark, and I could barely see the road in the moonlight.

Before he reached the entrance of the village, he saw a man squatting at the intersection from a distance, the head was buried in his knees, a small lump, far away, and only a faint sobbing sound could be heard.

To be honest, after experiencing the Uncle River incident, he seemed to be bolder.

Fang Zichen remained silent, walked over quietly, and when he got closer, he found that the person turned out to be Brother Zhao.