Yangui Village belongs to Pinjincheng, is one of the few villages in the mortal world that is located in a very remote place, the village is planted back and forth, and there are good fields and beautiful ponds and mulberry bamboos. The chickens and dogs smell each other, the yellow hair hangs down, and they are happy.

Don't look at the west of it is the West Pole Snow Mountain, but the influence of the West Pole Snow Mountain is very little, the wind and rain are smooth every year, the grains are abundant, the villagers live and work in peace and contentment, and they are industrious and simple.

Sometimes it has to be sunny to show the enchantment of the red dress.

Meng Yi is an orphan who grew up in Yangui Village since he was a child, inheriting the house world received by the village, and living a life of returning to heaven and earth alone.

The reason why she became an orphan is inseparable from her special experience.

Her birth was different from others, the day she was born was July 7, and it was rumored that her mother was a freak in October, but she waited until July 7 of the following year to begin to have signs of birth.

On July 7, the ghost door opened.

Therefore, on the day Meng Yi was born, it was ten midnight, coinciding with the full moon, all of which were full of weirdness, and it was rumored that a hundred ghosts traveled at night, and her mother was born when she had a change and died, and her father had long since disappeared.

Therefore, she grew up eating the milk of cows, sheep and dogs, but when she was one year old, it rained heavily at night, but the fire in the village was not extinguished, so she was named Meng Yi, inheriting her mother's surname.

Although the village thought she was an ominous person, even the fish in the water hid away when they saw her.

But the village chief is different from others, from the time the child is born, he is the one who helps take care of it, first runs around, and asks a family to adopt, it just so happens that the family has just been born a few months after their child, and there is enough milk and water, so they will pass and hand Meng Yi over to them to raise.

And that family also happened to have a boy, so according to the decision of the village chief, they ordered a baby kiss, and since then, they have treated Meng Yi differently from outsiders, and raised her more and more as their own daughter.

The couple who adopted Meng Yi had lost their names for a long time, and they only remembered that the people in the village called him Mo Laosan and Luo Erxiao, but no matter how cold they were, they couldn't cold the child, and they couldn't suffer the child, so they ran around to find a graceful and elegant name to put on the child, Mo Zhike.

Mo Laosan knows a few words, so he treats his two children not with other families, as the saying goes, the children of the poor are in charge of the family early, but this is not good when it falls on the Mo family.

Mo Laosan is a well-known "good person" in the village, why not?

It has to start from the day he sent Mo Zhike to sell Jincheng Private School.

At first, there was a wine shop at the end of Yangui Village, but later due to the relocation of the owner, it gradually declined, and it was abandoned in the wild.

It was one winter, Mo Zhike had just passed the age of seven, although Mo Laosan was a farmer, he had a long-term vision, and knew that a farmer would not be productive for a lifetime, but the family's grain and silver money were not much, only enough for a child to go to a private school, or he begged in every possible way, and the old gentleman also saw that he was sincere, so he should go.

This is an ordinary village entrance wine shop, most of the greetings are men in the village, there are also occasional passers-by, Mo Laosan came back early today, rushed overnight, and finally returned to the village, of course, I have to take a break, and drink two glasses of heart.

It's late today, it's past noon, and it's almost dusk, but there is still laughter and laughter in the wine shop, and there are more than three or five wine fights, laughing that the rice flowers are fragrant and the harvest is good, and the guests are chickens and dolphins.

Although Mo Zhike knows a few words, he is also an authentic farmer, and of course he mingles with everyone.

Suddenly, a person walked in outside the door, a short-sleeved robe, countless patches, a few broken foreheads, and even now he looks at his nose and face is swollen.

"Yue Lao Er, two bowls of warm wine, a plate of fennel beans!"

Yue Lao Er is the title of the boss, in the village, most of the villagers do not call the full name, starting with the surname, and ending with the family, this is the way to call, if you call your full name, it means that everyone in the village does not promote you much.

Yue Lao Er counted the copper coins carefully, squinted at them, did not raise his head, took care of himself one by one, took advantage of the situation in his hand, gently blew two breaths, put it in his ear, only to see the ring ringing into his ears, Fang Jue's heart was comfortable.

"Shallot, greet guests!"

The boss muttered, and entered the back room with dozens of copper coins in his hand.

The shallots snorted, put on the rag, ran around, wiped the table, swept the floor, pulled a bench, pulled out, and shouted, "Please sit!

After speaking, he immediately ran to the back kitchen and began to serve food and wine.

The man in the short-sleeved robe "whew", took out a tattered fan from his arms, opened it in a dashing manner, and fanned it slowly.

Everyone in the village knew him, even the people in the city of gold, but he was not famous, but notorious.

Regardless of whether Yangui Village or Pinjincheng is pinned, everyone knows that there is a "Cheng Guanghan", Yingying Yanyan, green, fat, red and thin, but anyone who touches the edges is the object of his Cheng Guanghan's grasp.

"Cheng Guanghan, looking at you like this, most of you climbed into the bed of a widow, was discovered, chased and beaten, right?"

It was not the first time that the people at the next table had seen Cheng Guanghan like this, and of course they understood how he came here like this, so they wanted to make a few jokes.

"What do you say, don't slander me!"

Cheng Guanghan's face turned red and he argued vigorously.

"Yo, you still say no, looking at you like this, most of you have been stepped on, but I don't know if that thing is still there?"

"Hahaha!"

The crowd immediately erupted in a burst of happy laughter, Xiao Shallot was laughing, Mo Laosan was laughing, and everyone else was laughing, of course, only Cheng Guanghan was not laughing.

Cheng Guanghan knew that he couldn't speak everyone's tongue, and when the shallot brought the wine, he didn't reply a word, and ate and drank quietly.

"Huh, but then again, Cheng Guanghan, where is this widow this time, do you want to give your brother an accommodating and giving it a try?"

"Get out!**, go to the pony's ass!"

"Hehe, don't be so stingy!

Cheng Guanghan was furious, glared at the villager fiercely, drank a bowl of wine in one go, "Sa!" smashed it twice in his mouth, and the qi in his heart was also cleared.

"Cheng Guanghan, you still owe me two taels of wine money!

The boss Yue Lao Er came back from putting the copper coins in the back room, and when he saw Cheng Guanghan with a comfortable face, he frowned and asked impatiently.

"Don't worry! I remember! Next time, I will give it next time!"

"But then again, Cheng Guanghan, how does your widow taste this time? delicate, smooth and firm, or black and not slippery, or something? It has to be a little different, right? Huh? Let'......s hear it."

As soon as Yue Lao Er changed the topic, he suddenly saw Cheng Guanghan on his face and body, and his calm face immediately smiled evilly, saying something unashamed, blowing the wind that had been silent again.

When Cheng Guanghan heard this, he didn't know how to speak, so he could only yell angrily twice, but he was quickly drowned out by everyone's ridicule.

"You're looking for a widow! Your whole family is looking for a widow!

"Yo, I'm still in a hurry, isn't it, everyone, don't forget his second wife!"

Although Cheng Guanghan tried his best to hide and argue, when the man said the word Erhuan, he didn't argue, and the whole person became stunned, looking at the remaining bowl of wine and a few fennel beans, and there was no movement.

"Hey, a few fathers and old folks, it's too much to talk to the dead!"

The words were said by Mo Laosan, and the villagers also knew what he meant, because the second wife of Cheng Guanghan in their mouths was a widow who had died.

Everyone knew that they were wrong, and they were not good at teasing him, so they laughed a few times and covered it up.

It's just that Cheng Guanghan's appearance has changed, he drank the wine in a sullen voice, bought another catty of beef, and some other food, gave Yue Lao Er a few taels of broken copper, and left without looking back.

"Hey, you're not enough! You're not a few taels of silver, you're a prostitute* don't give money, Baba King*!"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Yue Lao Er reluctantly took out his abacus and said to Xiao Shallot, "The account book is recorded, how many taels does Cheng Guanghan owe?"

"Back to the shopkeeper, it's three or two!"

"Remember to rush him next time!"

Mo Laosan shook his head helplessly, although he ridiculed Cheng Guanghan, he would never make a fuss about his second sister-in-law, almost everyone in the village knew Cheng Guanghan's second sister-in-law, but everyone liked to joke with the dead and him.

Da Da Da ......

Cheng Guanghan limped through the village, occasionally walking past a few people who returned from farming, all pointing at him and laughing at him.

Cheng Guanghan naturally understood what they were laughing at, and he could only sigh helplessly and walk in one direction.

Knock knock!

Walking through the two village roads, he looked at the dilapidated house and a tombstone under the locust tree, looked up at the sky, then at the ground, and finally shook his head and knocked on the door.

"Mi'er, open the door!"

"Here it is, here it is"

Crunch.

The broken wooden board made a sound of stuck in the mud, and inside the door was a big fat boy with a runny nose, looking dumbfounded, biting his fingers, looking at Cheng Guanghan expectantly.

"Yes, old man, you're back! I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Well, come, this is your stuff for the past few days, you old man will go buy some rice and come back. ”

After receiving the things in Cheng Guanghan's hand, the fat child laughed out loud stupidly, and then took out a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, fortunately it was cooked food.

Cheng Guanghan sighed helplessly, and went to the village to buy some rice back, although he still gave half credit and half credit.

"Yo, Cheng Guanghan, which widow has been harmed again?"

"Hey, Cheng Guanghan, are you going over the wall again?"

Almost everyone who met him asked the same question and laughed the same way.

He looked at the tomb bag under the locust tree at the door, and reluctantly walked into the house, the inscription in front of the tomb has "The tomb of Cheng Guanghan's wife Fang Erxian".

This was written by himself, and it was precisely because of this thing that the people in the village knew that Cheng Guanghan had such a relationship with his widow Erhuan, and the stupid fat child in his house was also considered to be his child.

But the truth is often known only to him, at least not by anyone.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he tore off his clothes and pants in pain, and inside were clumps of bruises and strangles of rope.

His feet had long since been worn out, but they still had blisters on them, which were white from long-term soaking in the water, and blisters from overwork.

Lying quietly on the bed, there was a sudden clanging sound in the room, and he couldn't take care of himself, so he hurriedly ran out, and saw the silly boy walking towards him with a basin of water.

"Old man, wash your face and feet......"

Cheng Guanghan squinted and smiled, nodded slightly, limped to take the basin, sat on the edge of the bed, held the silly boy in his arms, and nodded with satisfaction.