Xiao Fu Lang is Born with a Good Fate

After Saturday’s daughter-in-law’s home was sold, both silver and silver were in the hands of Saturday Feng. After Saturday Fengzhong became a scholar, there were more places to spend money.

He is not born without a silver collar, and he wants silver for pen, ink, book and inkstone, but if he abandons his pen, he will take on the responsibility of making money to support his family, and he refuses. Mainly he is used to growing up to thirty years old, he has never been to the ground, he has not collected firewood, and he still cannot take care of himself. How can he make money?

Life is firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. Without these foundations, even his wife would have some thoughts, not to mention Saturday's daughter-in-law.

Her husband is holding onto her money, and her daughter-in-law can starve herself to death on Saturday, but can she starve her seven-year-old son Zhou Wencai? She can only work hard and care about nothing. There is only money in her eyes, money to feed her son.

Feng did not return to the village for the New Year on Thursday. Lin Guihua had a big belly. His family couldn't walk away. So Xingtuo's third brother gave money to the old mother. On Wednesday, Feng looked for an opportunity to sneak into her mother.

The old Zhou family can gather in the main room during the Chinese New Year, and the family will be separated for one year. The chairs are still the few polished patinas.

The threshold is also the high threshold of the bench. When Xie Ning just passed the door, he was happy to squeeze in with Brother Rong, sitting on the threshold and hitting a stone on the ground.

At this moment, seven-year-old Zhou Wencai was on the threshold. The red old jacket had turned maroon, and the placket and hem were dried up oil stains. Sitting by himself, he curiously looked at the glamorous Zhou Jinnian family.

Lin Jin divided the gifts he brought back, took a red hand strap with a silver ingot on it, and reached out to beckon Zhou Wencai, "Little Wencai, Bo Fu brought you a hand strap, come here, and I will give it to you. Put it on."

Zhou Wencai turned his head to look at his mother's Saturday daughter-in-law. There was a smile on Saturday's daughter-in-law's face. He ran away and asked Lin Jin to tie him on his hand.

Zhou Wencai shook his wrist, raised his head and said to Lin Jin, "Thank you, Bo Fu!"

Lin Jin sighed, this man still had to have the confidence in his heart to have money in his hands. He had worked in this old house for more than ten years and could not get up when he was in the most painful time. But after leaving the old house of Zhou, it seemed that the hard work of the past ten years had been blown away by the cold wind, and it was gone after a whirl in my heart.

Those who stay in the old house are like six younger brothers and sisters with sad faces, like sister-in-law with eyes full of inferiority.

"Oh, okay, my three children have developed, and my mother is really happy in my heart." Grandma Zhou opened her eyes and smiled, picking up nice words.

On Wednesday Feng also smiled, "Where it is developed, there is no fixed place to live, the house in the city is expensive. When the summer comes, and the imperial examination is required in the dead year, the firewood and garlic seedlings must be bought in silver, and each item is in silver. Still not as good as home."

"Do you want to buy firewood and garlic seedlings?" Grandma Zhou was surprised. After the firewood was full, the garlic seedlings walked two steps into the garlic seedling field and it was long and long.

On Wednesday, Feng was sloppy, not to guard against his old lady. In private, he still prepared a lot of money to be filial, but I didn't want to talk about listening to the eldest brother and the sixth brother to avoid causing disharmony in the family.

After sitting and chatting for an afternoon, almost all of them were talking with Feng Feng on Wednesday, and everyone else was surprised. This week the youngest was only out of the village for one year. His whole temperament has changed. He is no longer the inferior and silent lame!

This year Xie Ning and Zhou Jinnian are like visiting the countryside. Today, the village chief’s family invites, and tomorrow’s one invites. It can be seen that food is the root of the people at that time. Zhou Jinnian helps the people get a good harvest. If there are fish meat, but also collecting their fish to solve the market, it really benefits the people.

Headed by the Hundred Festival, there is a custom in Dajing Village during the New Year. On the 16th day of the first lunar month, roasting lark, that is, the villagers gather together and have a fire. According to legend, it can cure diseases.

Every family moved their chairs and gathered next to the big well. This year the villagers had a good harvest. In addition to roasted sweet potatoes, potatoes, and peanuts, there were also fat and thin pork belly.

The old Zhou's house also went, Xie Ning carried a small bamboo basket and led Zhou Wencai to the fire.

With no one in the old house, Zhou Laosan held his old mother and handed over a heavy money bag.

"Mother, take it for yourself. You can't always take care of your son when you are away. Keep this money with you." Zhou Feng took another small purse and handed it over and said, "This is the fourth brother honoring you. The younger brother and sister will give birth. No, he can't be too busy, Niang Mo resents."

Grandma Zhou took the money bag in her arms and forgot to return to her third son. She turned around and went back to the room to find a place to hide.

On Wednesday Feng didn't care about it. If he is a son, he must be willing to honor his mother if he has the ability, and he doesn't necessarily have to respond to his mother.

After waiting for a while, Grandma Zhou came back and grabbed Wednesday Feng's hand, "San'er, my mother will go with you to live in the city for two days, and my mother will collect firewood for you and plant garlic seedlings for you, huh? No?"

"..." On Wednesday Fengyi stayed for a while, and said dumbfounded: "Mother, how can there be firewood in the city to pick up?"

Feeling disgusted, the old lady drooped her face, stomped her hands and stomped her feet to leave the yard.

On Wednesday Feng sighed, followed up to help his mother and said, "If you want to live with your son for a few days, you can discuss this matter with your sixth brother. If I come to speak, people think that the sixth brother is not filial. How will the sixth brother live in the future?"

"Okay, my three sons are filial." Grandma Zhou was satisfied. She planned to tell her sixth son tonight that the sixth son and grandchildren would be served by her, and she couldn't do anything when she was old.

Xie Ning sat aside around the brazier, staring at Zhou Wencai to prevent him from playing with fire. When Xie Ning first got married, Zhou Wen was spoiled in the sixth room and was barely seen.

At this time, it’s different from the past. For the New Year’s Day, Saturday’s daughter-in-law was still helping people wash clothes and quilts to make money. His father almost didn’t care about him, so he followed his grandmother, and his grandmother adhered to Wednesday Feng every day, so he also and Lin Jin Xiening got close.

After all, Lin Jin, the third brother, gave him a red string and silver bead bracelet, and Xie Ning, the second brother, had a gentle smile.

"Wencai, you can't touch the tongs, you come pick a sweet potato, I'll bake it for you." Xie Ning spoke to the little cousin, pointing to the bamboo basket with sweet potatoes on the side.

Zhou Wencai grabbed the tongs and drew it in the brazier. Hearing his cousin's call, he obediently lost the tongs and turned the big sweet potato.

"Second brother, do you give me the grilled glutinous rice cake." Xie Xiaoyu also leaned over. She was wearing a bright red jacket and skirt made of new materials, which made her so pretty.

Xie Dashu also saved some money last year and was very generous to his daughter.

Xie Ning had to take the fire tongs and put it on the brazier. The glutinous rice cakes made by his family were quite big, about the size of a bun. They were put on the legs of the tongs and grilled. The grilled glutinous rice cakes bulged up and opened in the middle, and you can eat it. .

It's sweet, and when the waxy silk is broken, the old man is pulled, and the children especially like to eat the warm roasted glutinous rice cake.

Zhou Wencai obediently nibbled a piece of roasted glutinous rice cake with his small hand, and there were villagers around who wanted to get close to the boss of the case, so he came over and started with the child first.

Aunt Zhao: "The literary talent is so big."

Zhou Wencai chuckled the roasted glutinous rice cakes, greedy, and did not speak, but just looked at the person who hit the talk.

"Your mother?"

Zhou Wencai still didn't want to talk, turned his head, and shook his head, meaning he didn't know.

"Then your father?"

"Well." Zhou Wencai pointed his finger, Saturday Feng was next to the village chief's seat, and a simple farmer was talking to him with a smile on his face. He pretended to be arrogant and didn't look at others.

Aunt Zhao smiled and asked, "Wencai, do you like your father or your mother best?"

She didn't mean anything, and everyone in the village liked to ask these questions like this, to tease children.

"Father." Zhou Wencai replied crisply, and people asked why. He said: "My mother always beats me, and my father never beats me."

Lin Jin heard it on the side and felt uncomfortable all at once. He couldn't help but educate the children and said: "Wencai, your mother wants you to become a talent if your mother beats you. If you don't beat you, it doesn't matter if you teach you! Do you want your mother to leave you alone? ?"

He was beaten by him when he was six or seven years old, so he understood that Saturday's daughter-in-law was a mother. The son will be disciplined to fight. If it is like the sixth brother, it doesn't matter if the son is full or warm at all, there is no time to look at it, let alone discipline.

"Yes!" Zhou Wencai said in a childlike voice.

The adults laughed at him and the children couldn't speak, Xie Ning felt a little uncomfortable, couldn't laugh, let alone say nothing.

Lin Jin said solemnly: "Your mother's exhaustion is not all for you, don't think so! I will bake a sweet potato for you, and you will take it to your mother. If you are obedient, I will give it to my husband next time. You buy flower cakes to eat, don’t you listen?"

"I listen! San Bofu buys a slingshot, okay?" The little people are smart, and they are willing to be obedient if they are good.

"Hahaha... this kid is a ghost." The people around laughed.

Behind the crowd around the fire, Saturday's daughter-in-law slumped her shoulders, her face blank, as if the wind would fall.

Aunt Zhao laughed enough, and when she saw the people she wanted to please, she also joined the topic and talked to Lin Jin, "Jin Lang, how did you live in the city? You can tell my sister."

Lin Jin smiled, not wanting to leak money: "Living as in the village, cooking on fire."

Little Zhou Wencai had a very free life on this day. Without his mother, he went back to write, and after that, he passed the year happily.

Before the Feng family went to town on Wednesday, the old Zhou family cried several times, because Grandma Zhou was too shrewd!

She closed the door and said to her youngest son: "Liufeng, your third brother said that he wants to take his mother to live in the city for two days, let the mother burn the fire and wash the bowl, and let the mother talk to you, don’t worry. , Mother will come back after staying for a few days."

Check her mood for a few days.

On Saturday, my daughter-in-law did not hear it. She took the dirty clothes and went out to wash with the work she received. She no longer cared about everything at home, and just wanted to earn money to eat.

Saturday Feng naturally disagreed, so the old lady started crying as soon as she sat on the chair, crying and crying out of her grievances, and she didn't listen to a word while holding the book. This was the first time she couldn't speak.

When the old lady made trouble for the second time, Saturday Feng was too annoying, so she wanted to support her daughter-in-law to make trouble with the third brother at night.

Saturday’s daughter-in-law looked at him expressionlessly for a long time, and said calmly: "Do you still think my relationship with your surname Zhou is not bad enough? Saturday Feng, I beg you to give me a letter to let me stay away from your surname Zhou. Will it succeed?"

She refused because Lin Jin spoke to his son as a mother for her on the fire day.

"Don't say my horns are unreasonable. When I married you, I was lazy! But it was also because of you. I was young and silly, except for this... I was too cheap to marry you?"

"If you want to eat meat, I will grab it. If you are not satisfied with your nephew's studies, I will go and make trouble. Your old gentleman sits in the study for a day. What am I getting better?!"

"I am married to you. Except for the first few years when Wencai was born, which day did I have a good life? Where am I sorry for you? Now Wencai hates me as a mother!"

Speaking of this, Saturday's daughter-in-law finally couldn't help it, choked up with tears.

Saturday Feng glanced at her and said casually: "It means you have failed in life, and your son looks down on you. Why do you blame me?"

"Have you ever been in charge of Wencai? How many times have you hugged him since he was born?! You are a castrate at Saturday Feng!"

On Saturday, Toyon suffocated the fire, and after hearing the words, he took the ruler and went to smoke his wife...

…

Seeing that the days when Wednesday Feng was away from home were getting closer, the old lady made frequent disturbances. In the end, it angered Saturday Feng, so he had to run to Wei Feng in front of the yin and yang.

"My third brother is still smart. When I was separated, he went to town the next day after the land was divided. The road is getting farther and farther, and I haven't seen my mother worry too much."

Wednesday Feng did not respond, "What the sixth brother said, I went to town to make a living, and the mother's share has never been short. Why is it called a mother of no hungry heart?"

"Yes, don’t worry about it when you should be concerned, and worry about it when you shouldn’t! The third brother is so filial, why didn’t you care about your mother when you separated? Now you come to be a good person in front of your mother, and you have to take your mother to the fire and wash the dishes? Don't take her away directly?"

Feng Feng was stunned on Wednesday, obviously didn't understand what this meant.

Saturday Feng continued to criticize: "The village chief invited your son to dinner in two or three days. You are doing well now. You have to show your filial piety. Why do you want to ruin my reputation as a younger brother? You ran the mother and asked her to pick her up. Go, mother goes with you, how do people in the village treat me?"

At this point, Wednesday Feng understood that Jiang was still hot, and he was placed one by his old mother.

Saturday Feng: "When the time comes, the people in the village will even praise your Zhou's filial piety! I was not filial on Saturday and abused the old mother. The old mother couldn't bear it and had to go to take refuge in you! Brother, what are you doing personally?"

As soon as Zhou Jinnian heard the movement approaching, he heard his sixth uncle say that his father did not do personnel work, and his anger soared. He stepped into the threshold to speak, but was preempted by his father.

On Wednesday, Feng stabilized his mind, and said bluntly, "During the separation, my mother insisted on following you, and you agreed. Our mother didn't wear clothes and went to your house! She brought six acres of fertile land. , And the old house this week, as well as the old-age pension money given by our brothers, which one of these is not for you to have abundance on Saturday?"

"What good is it for me to ruin your reputation? It's not that I have time to come back to live during the New Year? I pulled back with a cart of pork and lamb just to fight against your brother? You, as a brother, our brothers love you in every way, you Is it the attitude of talking to the third brother?!"

"In the lonely year, go to clean up and stay in the in-laws’ courtyard for two days. The day before yesterday, I was invited to drink. I have not had the time to go. I’m free today. I’m going to have a couple of drinks."

Zhou Jinnian's eyes were clear, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. His father's words and manner of speaking were really different from those before the separation!

When she packed up her things and went out, Grandma Zhou's eyes were red, and she grabbed Wednesday Feng not letting go. Wednesday Feng sighed and said, "Mother, the sixth brother wants fame, why don't I want my son in a dead year? What can't you say? Do you have to make your sons so unbearable? This pot, the son is embarrassed for not wanting his mother to go back, and the Dragon Boat Festival son will not come back. When the time comes, the things bought for the mother will be transported back."

"San'er!" Grandma Zhou cried aggrievedly. She regretted choosing her youngest son, but unfortunately her youngest son was not allowed to go back in order not to be pierced in the spine.

On Wednesday, Fengtou didn't go back to Xie's house. After staying for two days, the family went back to the town.

Before the separation, my mother was partial to the sixth. After the separation, the mother babbled to talk to the sixth, thinking that the sixth was young and could read and have the ability. He Sanfeng can make her son not dislike her mother's ugly, but can his mother make her mother not dislike her son's poor?

The house rewarded by the imperial court is still very good. The location is good.

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Back to Fucheng, it is already the end of February.

It was bright in the morning, Xie Ning fell asleep in the soft new quilt, Zhou Jinnian opened the door and came in after washing, without his arms, Ning Lang had shrunk into a small shrimp.

"Ning Lang, it's time for breakfast." Zhou Jinnian sat on the side of the bed and stretched out his hand to caress Xie Ning's blushing face.

"Hmm..." Xie Ning wrapped the quilt tightly and rubbed against the side of the bed, looking very sleepy.

Zhou Jinnian was hid and unhappy, pressed down to deliberately kindly, and lightly pecked Xie Ning's ear.

Xie Ning's ears trembled and half-opened his eyes, and muttered: "Sleepy..."

"Today Huachao, I will take you outing."

Xie Ning narrowed his eyes, unable to stop the sleepiness.

Zhou Jinnian put his hand into the bed to touch people, and his lips moved to kiss the corner of Xie Ning's mouth.

Xie Ning was disturbed by Meijue, and his mind was still not sober, angrily reached out and pulled Zhou Jinnian's ears, and said in a dim and soft voice, "I'm sleepy!"

Zhou Jinnian was suddenly pulled by Xiao Fulang's ears, and couldn't help softening his bones and grinning.

With his smile, Xie Ning woke up completely, retracted his hand and put it under the bed, pouting and staring at the husband on him.

Zhou Jinnian was buried in Xie Ning's shoulder, smiled enough before he raised his head and kissed Xiao Fu Lang, "You are getting more naughty, huh?"

I usually pinch him only when he can't stand it in bed, but today I dare to pinch his ears.

Xie Ning pouted and leaned forward to kiss Zhou Jinnian's chin softly.

Zhou Jinnian deliberately held his face back and raised his head to not kiss him. Xie Ning was like a small fish, biting on the hook of Zhou Jinnian, sat up, got on the shore and rushed towards Zhou Jinnian, annoyed. In his arms.

Fearing that the little husband who was only in his jacket was frozen, Zhou Jinnian hurriedly encircled Xie Ning, pulled the quilt around the person, and coaxed: "Then you go to bed? I'll take you to enjoy the flowers in the afternoon. "

Xie Ning was already awake, naturally shook his head.

"Then you get up." Zhou Jiyoung patted him on the back.

Xie Ning didn't speak, but a pair of tender white paws grabbed Zhou Jinnian's skirt, just wanting to linger for a while.

Zhou Jinnian smiled again, did not urge and did not speak any more, feeling that Xiao Fulang became more and more slimy when he returned to the village, really charming and naive.

Xie Ning lied for a while, yawned, got up completely gone, rubbed Zhou Jinnian's chest with his forehead, and said coquettishly: "Husband, help me dress."

Zhou Jinnian went to get his robe. When Xie Ning was in front of him, Xiao Fulang stretched out his arms and put on his sleeves, and then was picked up by Zhou Jinnian. He stepped on his husband's feet to explore his shoes.

He sprinkled the cloth shoes, and Zhou Jinnian buckled him. When he reached his waist, he saw Xie Ning's stomach bulging a little, and he curled the corners of his mouth and rubbed it.

Xie Ning breathed in embarrassedly, and said slyly: "Eat fat..."

"Not fat, hold light." Zhou Jinnian said nonsense with his eyes open.

Xie Ning loves to listen to her husband's coaxing words, put on his robe, Xie Ning cleverly sat on the chair and put on his socks to wrap his legs, Zhou Jinnian folded the quilt.

At breakfast, Lin Jin took some copper coins and handed it to Luhe, and said to Luhe: "Today's flower court, your little girl's day, go play with your sisters, remember to go home at dusk, and beware of kidnappers on the street. "

"Yes, thank you Master Jin."

The Huachao Festival is called a girl's meeting among the people. Women who are not out of the pavilion on this day must admire flowers and worship the **** of flowers, praying that their faces are as vigorous and beautiful as flowers. These girls gather together to play and make friends.

"Stone also rest for a day, play as much as you want, and stay at home if you want."

Most of the servants hired by the Yaren have no homes. If the rich master can buy them, they will be given a home.

After breakfast, the old couple went to the shop slowly. Generally, no one eats grilled fish in the morning and is not in a hurry to open the market.

Zhou Ji's husband went to the flower market.

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