Fang Zichen came out of the courtyard of the Ma family and found a few people dangling outside.

There was a lot of movement just now, and the Ma family lived in a bad place, so I am afraid that many people heard it.

He even saw a man still holding a plate of rice, apparently hurrying from the dining table.

Eating melons is very dedicated.

"Fang boy." Someone greeted him.

Fang Zichen smiled slightly, nodded to people, and became the gentle and elegant person in the past.

It's good that he hits people well, but in a sense, his demeanor on the surface is maintained quite well.

Although Fang Zichen has lived in Xiaohe Village for nearly a month, he runs to the town every day, and several aunts and uncles are not familiar with him, so he doesn't know what to say when he greets him. Fang Zichen excused himself to go home for dinner and left.

"This kid is amazing!" A man looked at his back and said with a sigh.

As soon as the main owner left, several people began to gossip.

"It's amazing, I just looked at the wall, good guy, he cracked on the table of the Ma family as soon as he went down."

"That's a lot of energy! If I'm not mistaken, the Ma family's dinner table was bought from Lao Feng's family! The table is made of hard materials! ”

"Why did Fang Boy come to Ma's house to make trouble today?" An ill-informed person asked.

"You don't know yet! I heard Wang Damei say that the family repented and wanted to bring Brother Zhao back to be a cow and a horse for them! ”

"Phew, the family is muddy, and they still learn from the old lady in the town to serve them, and they don't see if they have that life." This person's tone was sour, and when he heard it, he knew that he was not fighting for Brother Zhao, but his eyes were red!

Fang Zichen listened from afar, pouted and walked home.

Brother Zhao sat at the gate of the courtyard and kept looking at the road.

The boy lay on his lap and played with his fingers.

It was already dark, and Brother Zhao waited at the door when he didn't see anyone coming back, if he hadn't been told by Fang Zichen last time, and saw Liu Lezi and them sneaky, he would have run to the village entrance early to squat.

"Father······ The good boy suddenly shouted, got up from Brother Zhao'er's lap, opened his hand and rushed directly out of the door.

Brother Zhao stood up, and Fang Zichen's tall figure appeared at the door.

"Oh, you little." Fang Zichen didn't hug people well, and he carried a big bag like a good boy under his armpit.

The good boy looked excited, and looked up at him: "Father doesn't go home, wait for father."

The noodles have been rolled out, just waiting for someone to come back and put them in the pot.

Brother Zhao added fire to the stove, and after a while, the kitchen began to light up.

After he had a good face, Fang Zichen handed him the deed of sale.

Brother Zhao wiped the water stains on his hands, but took it but didn't open it. looked at Fang Zichen suspiciously.

Fang Zichen smiled at him and motioned for him to look at it for himself.

The paper was slightly yellowed and neatly folded, but it should have been some years old, and the corners had been gnawed by insects.

As if he suddenly realized something, Brother Zhao'er's hands suddenly trembled.

"What is this?"

Fang Zichen looked at him: "Your deed of sale." As soon as the words fell, he saw that Brother Zhao was stunned, and then his eyes began to redden, he stood still, pinched the deed of sale in his hand, and used so much force that his fingertips turned white.

obviously has never experienced such a thing, it can be seen that the moment Brother Zhao cried, Fang Zichen inexplicably understood that feeling.

Hate and powerlessness.

This piece of paper seems to be light and fluttering, and it will be broken when it is torn, but it is like a chain weighing a thousand catties, wrapped around his neck, and trapped Zhao Ge'er in Ma's house.

He cannot flee, for wherever he flees, he will not be free for a day as long as the chains remain.

For more than a decade, all the suffering he has suffered is due to it.

How can you not hate!

"Brother Zhao?" Fang Zichen shouted softly and raised his chin to the good boy.

The good boy stood at the table, his chin just reaching Zhuo Yan, and from the opposite side he only showed a small head.

The table was bought by Brother Zhao at the carpenter's house in the village, because it was broken, it was very cheap.

After buying it back, Brother Zhao found that the table was too high, and the good boy was young and short, so he could only stand up for every meal.

Fang Zichen also laughed at him before, saying that when people stand, their intestines will be pulled, and they can eat two more bites when eating.

The good boy had two packets of tears in his eyes, holding chopsticks and not eating noodles, looking at Brother Zhao with a small mouth, looking like he was about to cry.

"Don't cry, if you cry, the boy will cry." Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao took a deep breath, wiped his face, and waited for the heat in his eyes to dissipate, before he walked to the good boy and sat down, stroked his little face, and lowered his head to kiss the top of his hair, and said, "Good, daddy is fine, the noodles are lumpy, eat quickly!"

The good boy rubbed his palm, and said in a milky voice: "Daddy eats too," and then looked at Fang Zichen, and saw that people were still standing by the stove, and ran over to lead people: "Father also eats~"

Brother Zhao wanted to sell the deed of sale was 'bought' back by Fang Zichen for three taels of silver, and it should be under his control, but when he went to bed at night, he handed the deed of sale to Fang Zichen, but Fang Zichen didn't accept it: "You take it!" When I made enough money, I went to the yamen to get a household registration and paperwork. ”

This is a very harmful thing, and you should panic if you keep your diaphragm.

Brother Zhao didn't speak, and said softly after a long time: "Okay."

The dock has been very busy in recent days, and it seems that it is in a hurry to unload the goods, and there is a break at noon, and the ship's steward says who will do it in a row, and in this hour, two bags can be paid a penny.

It's a bit tempting.

Under the heavy money, there are brave men, and almost all of them choose to do it in a row, and Fang Zichen is a 'delicate'.

After all, it was really hot at noon, and Fang Zichen was a little red-eyed, but after thinking about it, his life mattered.

He is a rich second generation who can lower his head and diligently carry a big bag to make money, which is already quite good progress, keep his life, why worry about not making money in the future.

After lunch, he came to chat with the ship's steward's cousin as usual.

After chatting for half an afternoon, I realized that the ship's steward was in such a hurry to unload the cargo, and it was because the official ship was coming.

The wharf was so big, and it was natural for merchant ships to give way to official ships.

This official ship was not carrying any official goods, but was carrying all the disabled soldiers who had retired from the border pass.

Twenty years ago, there was no such policy.

At that time, he couldn't fight at the border pass, so he wrote a retirement letter, and went home by himself with some money before the service expired.

Transportation was inconvenient, and most of the disabled soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but died on the way home.

Now the emperor is merciful, lamenting that their hometown is far away from the mountains and rivers of the border pass, which is really inconvenient, and they are heroes who defend the country at all, so he ordered the border officials to make proper arrangements for the return of their disabled soldiers.

The waterways are always faster.

"It's been six years since this battle was fought, and I don't know when it's going to be the end." The cousin shook his head and sighed: "There is a man in my village who retired from the border pass, and when he first came back, he was so thin that I almost couldn't recognize him,"

"He broke a leg," said the cousin, putting his hand on his knee, "and it was broken from here, and it was cut by a barbarian sword, and it was broken in two on the spot."

"But it's a good fortune that he survived, there were a total of twenty people in the village, and he came back alone."

Fang Zichen didn't speak.

Actually, this is a very normal thing.

When there was no one at the border gates, they hurriedly conscripted soldiers, and most of the conscripts were poor families who could not afford to pay the money.

They have been in the village for most of their lives, they are honest farmers, their vision is limited, they can't play with guns and sticks, and they are pulled into the battlefield before they have time to receive professional training when they arrive at the border pass.

These people are simply trying to gather numbers to give the enemy heads.

There are not many deaths.

Fang Zichen came from a peaceful era, he had never even seen blood on weekdays, although he was bold enough and he was powerful in beating people, but he couldn't imagine that if he really stood on the battlefield one day, the wolf smoke was everywhere, and the wind and smoke were full of wind and smoke in the face of the enemy's big sword and horse hooves, would he behave better than those people.

I'm afraid it's unlikely.

Fights and brawls are all pediatric.

Cutting off people's heads is really terrible.

He probably has weak legs too.

"I heard," my cousin looked around, and saw that everyone was busy, and no one paid attention to this side, so he leaned over and lowered his voice and said to Fang Zichen: "There may be another conscription next year."

Fang Zichen couldn't help but jump in his eyelids, and also lowered his voice: "Impossible!" Didn't you just recruit people this year? ”

"I don't know," the cousin said with a solemn face, "The last time the owner came to drink tea at my place, he accidentally said something that leaked, and I only knew it after listening to my ears."

Fang Zichen couldn't swallow the water in the bowl, so he put the bowl aside and asked, "Is this news reliable?"

Every year when the army is conscripted, is the one in the capital afraid that the people will not rebel?

"It should be reliable!" The cousin said: "The owner knows some people in the capital, they heard that the imperial court has such a plan, we are far away from the capital, some news is not well-informed, I just remind you, don't talk about this matter."

Fang Zichen nodded: "I know."

All afternoon, Fang Zichen had some thoughts. A few people who usually chatted with him came to see him and looked like he was embarrassed, and asked him what was wrong.

Fang Zichen shook his head: "Maybe I'm in the sun, and I feel a little tired."

"You're tired, but you're missing a bag!" A man said: "You are also very good, you have been carrying it for almost a month before you are tired, and you will buy some delicious supplements after work later."

Fang Zichen's eyes lit up and he looked up at him.

After getting off work, Fang Zichen really went shopping.

Many stalls at this point have closed, a pork shop is still open, and two pieces of pig's head meat the size of a palm are resting on the board.

When the boss saw Fang Zichen, he greeted, "Do you want to buy it?" A pound of eight pennies for you. ”

Pork is not cheap, the better part costs 123 yuan a catty, and the pig's head meat is cheap, but it is usually 9 yuan a catty.

Fang Zichen touched his purse: "I want Liuwen."

The boss hesitated: "Do you want to finish it?"

"Hmm!"

"Okay, then I'll give you six cents a pound."

Anyway, it won't be fresh tomorrow.

Staring at those two pieces of meat, Fang Zichen was happy, and his mood was better.