If you want to say who hates Brother Zhao the most in the entire Ma family, except for Aunt Ma, it is Ma Dazhuang.

He has worked hard in his life and has only two sons, although the younger son is not sober and is a fool, but it also hurts to the bones, afraid that he will be old and no one will take care of him, and he also deliberately went to the town to buy him a child husband back.

It's just that Brother Zhao is really a disaster, not to mention the death of his youngest son, and he fascinated his eldest son, and even didn't want to marry his daughter-in-law.

If it's just like this, it doesn't matter, but Brother Zhao, a slut, actually cuckolded his son, this is to trample his son and his old Ma's face to the ground!

How could he not hate.

However, among the three brothers, the third one has a smarter brain, and Ma Dazhuang listens to him more.

Ma Laosan also didn't sell Guan Zi: "Big brother, I think Brother Zhao is worth more than three taels of silver, we sold him, it's really a loss."

Hearing this, Aunt Ma was not happy: "Phew, that slut is worth more than three taels of silver?" When I first shouted this price, I thought it was too high. ”

"Sister-in-law, that's not how it counts." Ma Laosan said: "Three taels of silver is a lot, but in fact, there is not much, it is over when it is spent, but Brother Zhao is different, you see when he is at home, the work is Dorisso, he is only nineteen years old this year, and the little wild seed is also three years old, barely half of the labor, if we keep them at home, they can still give us cattle and horses for fifty or sixty years!" Isn't that more cost-effective than three taels of silver? ”

Aunt Ma's mouth moved, and Ma Laosan said again: "Although it is said that three taels of silver can buy someone back, who dares to guarantee that he will be more capable than Brother Zhao?"

The people were silent.

Thinking about it carefully, Brother Zhao has been away these days, and the family is really not good.

There was no one to do the work in the field, and when I went down to the field the other day, the grass was almost knee-high.

And no one cut the firewood at home, no one swept the yard, no one fed the pigs, no one picked the water, no one washed the clothes, and most importantly, no one cooked the food.

As soon as Brother Zhao left, it hurt them.

Ma Erzhu's daughter-in-law, Li Shi, thought for a while and said, "I think what the third brother said makes sense."

In fact, the Li family didn't agree to sell Brother Zhao at the beginning, when Brother Zhao stayed at home, she didn't have to do any work every day, and there were people to serve, Brother Zhao still couldn't fight back and scolded or didn't return the mouth, how good.

Besides, they didn't split up, the old lady was in charge of the money, and the money she got from selling Brother Zhao couldn't fall into her pocket.

Although Brother Zhao stole someone, so what! It's not a green hat for her son, and the little wild seed doesn't call her grandma, what's the matter with their family.

Although he sold Brother Zhao at that time to save rations, if you really want to count it, Brother Zhao actually can't eat anything, most of them are wild vegetables he cooks himself, and he rarely eats the rice at home.

Seeing that Ma Dazhuang was loose, Ma Laosan added another fire.

"Big brother, Xiaowen will come back in a few days, you know that he likes Brother Zhao, if he knows that we will sell Brother Zhao while he is away, I am afraid that he will make trouble and be separated from us!"

These words pierced his heart and lungs, and Ma Dazhuang really didn't hesitate anymore.

He is such a son, and he knows how much Ma Wen cares about Brother Zhao.

The last time his son came back, he also saw his son teaching the little wild seed to call his father!

"What then?" Ma Dazhuang asked, "We have already sold him!" That's a whole thing. ”

"Big brother, Fang Zichen hasn't given the silver yet, there is still room for maneuver in this matter." Ma Laosan said: "When we went to the door, Fang Zichen was afraid that he hated us."

Ma Dazhuang is an anxious child, Ma Laosan must have an idea when he said this, and immediately said: "San, don't sell Guanzi, what should I do, you say, we listen to you."

"At the beginning, it was the village chief who was the middleman, but now we are looking for him and asking him to help us talk to Fang Zichen."

When the three brothers of the Ma family came, the village chief was in his father's room.

It takes a hundred days to hurt his muscles and bones, not to mention that the old man is still old, and when his leg is broken, he can't move even if he lies on the bed.

"What has Fang Kid been doing lately?" The old man asked.

"I heard that you are carrying a big bag at the dock!" The village chief also heard from others.

"Yes!" The old man said that he suddenly seemed to remember something, and laughed: "That boy has great strength, and when he pulled me out of the ditch, he used one hand, like pulling a turnip." He sighed a little: "If there is no Fang boy, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back."

The village chief couldn't hear him say these words: "... Dad, don't talk nonsense. ”

"I know," the old man patted his leg and said, "I can't move, you can help me to see him if you have time, see what he lacks, and send something over." If you can help, you can help, he is kind to our family! ”

The village chief snorted. Just as she was about to say something else, Wang Damei walked in with a somewhat unsightly face.

"What's wrong?"

"The brothers of the Ma family are here."

The village chief's face was also difficult to look at.

In the village, anyone who can be a man and has a little conscience doesn't like to interact with the Ma family.

Sure enough, as soon as the village chief came out, Ma Dazhuang told him what he meant.

The village chief took a sip of water from the bowl, his eyebrows were twisted, and his tone was not very good: "You were the one who wanted to sell Brother Zhao'er, Fang Xiaozi didn't agree with you and made trouble, and now you want to bring people back, you don't dare to go, but you think of me."

"You were the middleman at the beginning, but now that there is something, who are you looking for?" Ma Dazhuang said commandingly: "You are the head of our Xiaohe Village!" Don't help that kid just because he saved Uncle He's life, you just say whether you can help or not! ”

Ma Erzhu interjected: "That's it, you have to go on this matter, otherwise our brothers won't leave in a few days."

It's a naked/naked/naked threat.

Hexi can't listen to it anymore, in the end, young people, impulsive,

"You have the ability to play prestige here, if you have the ability, go to Fang Zichen!"

Ma Dazhuang lost a big face at Fang Zichen last time, and now he can't hear people say this, so he immediately slapped the table: "What do you say, you have the ability to say it again, what do you say when adults speak, it's really uneducated."

Hexi was angry: "I don't have it, you do!"

It's no different from poking a hornet's nest.

Seeing that the three brothers of the Ma family all sank their faces and stood up as if they were about to make a move, Wang Damei patted Hexi: "What nonsense, get out of the kitchen and watch the fire."

After that enthusiastic energy, Hexi also felt a little cowardly, Wang Damei handed over the steps, he hurriedly climbed along, and ran away.

In the end, there have been a generation of people, and now there are people who ask for help, Ma Laosan stopped Ma Dazhuang and them, and said politely: "Village chief, we regret it now, it's just that we have a feud with Fang Xiaozi, it's not good to go over, for the sake of the same village, you can help us run!"

The village chief also understood that if he didn't nod his head, the three brothers would be afraid that they would still make trouble, so he didn't leave, so he said, "Okay, I'll help you run, it's none of my business whether it succeeds or not."

How can it not be!

Fang Zichen didn't want to marry Brother Zhao at the beginning, it was they who made trouble, and later saw that Brother Zhao was really pitiful, so he agreed.

Brother Zhao is dirty, who would want ordinary people?

Three taels of silver is enough to marry a yellow flower girl, isn't it better than Brother Zhao?

And he also has a son, if he is a daughter, it would be better, and he can exchange the bride price money when he is raised and married, this kid ······ What a loss.

Ma Laosan thought about it and felt that this matter was stable.

Wang Damei sent the people away, and Ma Laosan's heels just stepped over the doorrail, and the door slammed shut.

It's like sending a plague god, and I can't wait.

Ma Laosan was in a good mood and didn't open his mouth to scold.

When Wang Damei returned to the house, she said to the village chief: "Don't do this lack of morality!"

What is that? It was a fire pit, if the village chief really helped their family to speak, and when she saw Brother Zhao in the village in the future, she was afraid that she would not have the face to greet people.

"I don't know," rummaged through the house, "where did you put your umbrella?"

Wang Damei stood still: "Do you know that you are still looking for an umbrella?" It's your father! You're going to have to run for someone. ”

"What are you talking about," the village chief searched for a while but couldn't find it: "Where did you put the umbrella?" Help me find it. He opened his mouth to explain: "I'm just going to give Fang Boy a wake-up call and see what he means."

Hearing him say this, Wang Damei breathed a sigh of relief, the umbrella was stored in another room, and the village chief cared about the work in the field, and he didn't care about the affairs of the family, and he knew where to put the umbrella.

The village chief shouted from behind: "You go to the backyard to catch a chicken again, and I'll bring it to Fang Boy later."

Wang Damei paused, a little distressed, but she didn't say anything in the end.

The grace of saving her life should be promised by herself, and her family is still cheap, so she promised a chicken.

When the village chief came, Fang Zichen's family had already moved from the kitchen to the hall, and Fang Zichen was a little surprised to see him coming in the rain.

Brother Zhao ran to the kitchen to move a stool for him, and the village chief nodded and handed him the chicken in his hand.

This year, chickens are valuables, and they usually don't bring anything when they walk around the door, so they only send some dishes during the New Year's holiday, a few eggs and the like.

The vegetables are grown in the field, and the eggs are laid by their own hens, and they are not worth a few dollars.

Brother Zhao didn't dare to accept it, and raised his eyes to look at Fang Zichen.

To put aside the past, a chicken is nothing in Fang Zichen's eyes, but he has been in Xiaohe Village for nearly a month at this time, and he has figured out what economic conditions are in the village.

This chicken thief is expensive, and he took it hot for no reason.

"Uncle, take this chicken back, it's too valuable."

"What is precious, you will accept it if you give it," the village chief directly stuffed the chicken into Brother Zhao's arms, touched the head of the good boy, and said: "Leave it to lay a few eggs for our good boy to make up for it, poor to see, there is no meat on the face."

Fang Zichen touched his nose, inexplicably feeling a little weak.

This feeling implies that he abused his stepson.

But think about it carefully, although their family has no soup and noodles every day these days, it is not as good as the days he used to live, but it is only compared with the people in the village who eat the best of the day.

The good boy has weak bones, and the clear soup and noodles are not nutritious, so it is normal that he can't get fat.

Brother Zhao didn't move while holding the chicken, he still felt embarrassed to ask, and the village chief said: "Your man saved the life of your sixth uncle, this kindness is great!" It's not too much for me to give, it's just a chicken, just take it! ”

Brother Zhao also nodded when he saw Fang Zichen, thanked the village chief, and then walked to the backyard with the chicken in his arms.

The village chief looked at his back, then at the good boy who was sitting on Fang Zichen's lap, and sighed.

"Boy Fang, the three brothers Ma Dazhuang came to me just now."