Chronicle of Farming in Muxianfu

Chapter 463
And in the porch, a row of more than a dozen half-grown children were pressing their legs and knees, and on the other side there were a few people who were about the same age as the two of them, singing "I don't know what to say". What surprised them most was that in the northwest corner, A few children seemed to be crazy. One burrowed around in a thin wooden barrel without a bottom, one hit his head with a blue brick, and one simply lay on the ground with a small clay pot on his feet. People were dumbfounded, they couldn't figure out where it was, and they wanted to ask someone, but those children seemed to have never seen them, and went about their own business.

Just as Simba was about to step forward, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Lin Huzi coming out from the corner of the courtyard again. He hurriedly pulled Cheng'er, and immediately started to fetch water clumsily, stuffing clothes into the big basin, and then he didn't care which one it was. Washed up.

No matter what, make sure that you will not suffer or be beaten in front of you, everything must wait until you understand the situation, and then find a way to escape.

Seeing that they were busy, Lin Huzi seemed to be very satisfied and turned to the porch, whipped the child who was kicking the vat twice, and scolded him, a young woman with heavy makeup was lying on the door of the room, shouting coquettishly, "Master Lin, the meal is ready. I have your favorite meat porridge this morning."

Only then did Lin Huzi let go of the thin child, turned around and walked back, when he went up the steps, he met a child coming out of the kitchen next to him, his face and hands were covered with black ash, he bowed his head and stooped, he raised his foot just once , the kicked child rolled down a few steps, then struggled to get up again and ran away.

That Master Lin didn't even raise his eyelids, stretched out his hand to pinch the woman's face with a teasing smile, and said some nasty words, which made the woman laugh coquettishly, and brought them into the room.

Cheng'er and Simba looked at each other, and at the same time silently lowered their heads and washed the dirty clothes vigorously. It's a pity that they are at home on weekdays and don't need maids to serve them. I've done such rough work before.

The only time they did laundry was when they were mischievous when they were six years old, and their clothes were covered with mud. Their mother punished them to wash them by themselves. They soaked the clothes in the basin and shed two tears. Helped wash it, and then asked them to bring it to my mother, and my mother didn't expose it.

However, there was no one to help today. The well water in autumn was already cold, and it was morning again, and it was so cold that people couldn't help shivering. His hands were red with cold.Occasionally, cold water and soap root splashed on the sleeves and stained the welts, and the tingling seemed to pierce directly into the bottom of my heart.

In this way, the two of them gritted their teeth and persisted until the afternoon, but no one asked them to eat. The strange thing is that the group of children, as if they didn't know they were hungry, continued to practice hard without any intention of stopping.

When Lin Huzi walked over with a whip, Simba couldn't bear the hunger in his stomach, and asked, "Why don't you give us food? How can we work without food?"

In the end, Lin Huzi's answer was to raise his hand with two whips. Cheng'er stretched out his hand to protect Simba in his arms, and the two whips hit his back. Simba was furious, and he opened his mouth to curse, but Cheng'er died. Dead hold, press him to continue washing clothes.

Lin Huzi sneered twice, and pointed at the two piles of dirty clothes with a whip, "When you, Mr. Lin, talk like fart, when these clothes are washed, you will be hungry. If you keep shouting, you will be hungry." Feed you a few whips to satisfy your hunger."

After finishing speaking, he walked back to the porch of the main room, sat on the chair triumphantly, drank tea, and hummed a ditty. Simba gritted his teeth with hatred, and whispered to Cheng'er, "I must skin his cramps and let him Know what a crime he has committed."

Cheng'er answered lazily, and continued to rub the wet clothes in his hands with his head down.

Simba heard his voice was different, looked at his face carefully, touched his head again, and exclaimed, "Brother Cheng, your head is so hot."

Cheng'er shook his head, "It's okay, let's do the laundry first, eat something at night, and sleep for a while."

Simba touched the two new whip marks on his back guiltily, "If I hadn't said much just now, you wouldn't have been beaten. Next time, he will swing the whip again, and I will stand in front."

Cheng'er wrung out a cyan coarse cloth with great effort, and took a few breaths, "I'm the elder brother, and Daddy also said that he wants me to take good care of you."

"You're sick, so listen to me. Put your clothes on and rest for a while, and I'll wash the rest." Simba pulled the sink and pushed Cheng'er against the pile of clothes.

Cheng'er hit the welt on his back, shivered in pain, still struggled to sit up, and said in a low voice, "Let me wash with you, finish the wash earlier, and eat a full stomach, so we can run out with strength."

Simba's eyes were also red, he nodded vigorously, and vigorously rubbed the clothes in his hands.

Finally, when it was dark, the pile of clothes was washed out and hung on the long hemp rope by the courtyard wall. Simba was so exhausted that he had no strength to breathe, his arms were sore, and his stomach was growling with hunger. , reluctantly waited for Lin Huzi to come over to take a look, and finally was driven to the porch with Cheng'er, and each was given a bowl of rice porridge so thin that it could be seen.

The two sat side by side on the big plank, Simba looked at the porridge in his hand in a daze, and said, "Brother Cheng, even ten bowls of this porridge won't be enough."

As a result, he waited for a long time but did not get an answer. He turned his head and was shocked. Cheng'er's face was as red as fire, and he had already fallen unconscious on the plank. He hurriedly dropped the porridge bowl, pulled Cheng'er up, Holding her arms tightly, she shouted loudly, "Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng, don't scare Simba, what's wrong with you, wake up! Wake up!"

However, he yelled countless times and pinched people hard, but Cheng'er still didn't wake up. Simba was in a hurry, his voice was already crying, and he yelled at the children next to him who were holding clay bowls and drinking porridge , "Go to the doctor quickly, please help, go to the doctor quickly, brother Cheng can't do anything!"

It's a pity that those children are as deaf as before, and they are still drinking their porridge slowly, without any intention of raising their heads.

There was an older black and thin boy who might think he was noisy, so he frowned and glanced at him, and said with a sneer, "Which mansion do you think you are, and you are called a doctor, just wait, get over it." I'm a big fortune teller, I can't make it through, I'll just throw it away tomorrow morning!"

Simba's eyes widened, and he asked fiercely, "What are you talking about, brother Cheng will not die, I am the Happy King, I order you to find a doctor!"

The young man laughed like he was looking at a fool, "When I came in, I said I was the prince, and they all slept on the same bunk, so there is no need to tell lies."

Simba was so angry that he gritted his teeth, put down Cheng'er, and ran out the door, went straight to the door of the main house, banged it hard, and shouted, "Open the door, open the door, send someone to invite the doctor, I sincerely My brother has a fever."

Lin Huzi was hugging the woman in his arms, drinking and making fun of him. Hearing him making noise outside, he was very annoyed. He picked up the whip, opened the door and whipped it a few times. Simba ignored the pain and shouted loudly, "Please doctor, my brother Cheng has a fever."

Lin Huzi stared and cursed, "Little bastard, you are such a waste. After washing a few clothes, you pretend to be sick for me. If you ask a doctor, you will throw it out when you die."

Hearing repeatedly that Cheng'er died of illness, coupled with the grievances he suffered that day, Simba completely broke out, jumped up suddenly with red eyes, and threw his fist at Lin Huzi desperately, "My brother Cheng is dead, I want to kill you The whole family will be buried with you, and I will destroy your nine clans."

He had already lost his internal strength, and he was hungry for another day. Although he burst out with a burst of force because of his anger, he was beaten to the ground in just a few strokes, no matter how old his opponent was Lin Huzi.

Lin Huzi lifted his big boat-like feet, stomped on his back, and cursed viciously, "Little bastard, you are so arrogant, you dare to fight with the uncle, and you don't even look at whose one-acre three-pointer is this!" Land. Work hard for me honestly, otherwise, sir, I will beat you to death."

Simba felt that his ribs were about to be broken, and it hurt so bad to catch his breath. He tightly grasped the blue bricks on the ground with both hands, and cursed, "You will regret it. In the future...you kowtow to death, and I won't... I won't spare you, even if we die, someone will come to you for revenge."

Lin Huzi heard that he was stubborn and wanted to add a few more kicks, but suddenly remembered what Fan Fei said last night. After all, he took money from others, so it's fine to do hard work and beat him. If he really killed him, it would be hard to explain.So, he frowned, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, and threw it in Simba's hand, "Little bastard, I will spare you today, you are dead and there are few people to do the work, so take this medicine back and apply it." , if he dies after painting, it means his life is bad, and it’s not that the uncle doesn’t take care of him.” After finishing speaking, he turned and went into the house, where he continued to drink and have fun.

Simba struggled to get up, as if he had concentrated all the hatred in his life in his eyes, stared at the door for a while, held the porcelain bottle and moved step by step, enduring the ubiquitous pain in his body, and walked back to the room. big house.

Cheng'er was still lying on the big plank like that, with rotten black straw under his body, and someone drank up the bowl of porridge next to him, and only the empty bowl was left there. Simba's nose was sour, and his tears burst into tears. She got down, stepped forward and hugged him and cried loudly.

The children next to him heard the endless grievances and worries in his crying, and they were also aroused for a moment. The pain in their hearts, some became dumbfounded, and some also sobbed.

The kid who was closest to Simba was the one who drilled the bucket during the day. After hesitating for a while, he slowly came over, touched Simba's arm, and said in a low voice, "Don't cry, I still have half a bowl of porridge here. , drink it."

Simba didn't expect that anyone would talk to him, so he gave up his poor food, so he wiped away his tears and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you hungry, why don't you keep it?"

The child forced a smile on his pale face. Just as he was about to speak, the older child who had spoken before stretched his neck to look over and said with a sneer, "He's a driller. He eats too much and gets fat. He can't get through. Lin Hades hasn’t beaten him to death yet. Why? If you don’t want to drink, bring it to me!”

Simba turned around and gave the older child a hard look. The fierce look in his eyes made the older child shrink back in fright, his lips moved, but he still didn't dare to speak out.

Simba thanked him, took the porridge bowl and put it aside, and then began to untie Cheng'er's clothes, ready to help him apply the medicine, but the thin child stopped him, "This wound must be cleaned before applying the medicine, otherwise it will still hurt. It's rotten, that's how the little third son used to be..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Simba understood it, his face was full of panic, and his hands that were untying his belt couldn't be controlled.

A look of sadness flashed in the child's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to push him, "Go get a basin of well water, and I will undress him."

Holding back his tears, Simba immediately got up and ran out the door. Fortunately, the wooden tub for laundry hadn't been taken away, so he quickly filled a basin full of water and brought it in.

Cheng'er's clothes had been unbuttoned, and she was padded under her body. Her upper body and face were flushed with heat, which showed that the fever was extremely serious.Simba bit his lower lip, tore off the hem of his underwear, dipped it in cold water, wiped off the blood and dirt from the welts on his back and arms, and then gently wiped the cream in the porcelain bottle. ointment.

The child was always helping, and finally brought the half bowl of porridge, and slowly fed Chenger to drink it with Simba.

Simba redressed Cheng'er, put a wet cloth on his head to freeze, and said gratefully, "Thank you, I don't know your name?"

The thin child sat on the side, pulling a rotten straw and fiddling with it, "I have been sold out since I was a child, how many families I have lived in, and I don't know what my last name is. People always call me a puppy."

"Little Gouzi? Thank you for your help today. I, Mu Junyu, have made a note. There will be rewards in the future."

The child was imprisoned in this yard for nearly a year, and he also escaped before, but all of them ended up being severely beaten, so he didn't believe that Simba would be rewarded in the future, but he didn't refute, and changed the topic with a wry smile Son, "Your surname is Mu, your name sounds really nice."

"Of course, my mother gave it to me. My mother hoped that I would grow up to be a magnanimous gentleman, as gentle as jade. Both my brother and sister are surnamed Ouyang. Only I took my mother's surname. My mother loves me the most. , will make a lot of delicious food, will conjure up countless novelty things, will..."

As Simba spoke, he burst into tears again. The teardrops were like the most urgent rain in summer, with the most sincere regret, crackling on the wooden bunk. It turned out that the home he was eager to leave was the best place in the world. The mother who often complains is the one who loves him the most. It turns out that the world is as sinister as his mother said. How ignorant he was at the beginning, how sad it would be for his mother to be contradicted by him like that. It turns out that he is so unfilial...

"Mom, Simba misses you, Simba wants to go home, Simba is wrong, Mom, where are you? Brother Cheng is sick, Simba is afraid..."

The little dog patted him on the back, heard him whimper, and shed tears, "You still have a mother to think about, I don't even remember what your mother looks like?"

"When we go out, I will take you to my house. My house is the most beautiful in all flowers. There is a large fruit forest on the mountain of my house. I can pick any fruit I want to eat. My mother is as gentle as a fairy and will be the most beautiful in the world. Delicious food, my new father and uncles are the best in martial arts, when the time comes, I will ask them to teach you swordsmanship, and whoever bullies you again, you will draw your sword and kill him."

Xiao Gouzi wiped away the tears on his face, nodded and said, "Okay, I will study hard then."

The two of them just sat in the increasingly dark room and chatted, changing the water from time to time, and changing the cloth towel for Cheng'er, and the snoring and dream language of other children slowly sounded around them.

Gradually, the two of them couldn't resist the drowsiness. Simba hugged Cheng'er tightly, the puppy snuggled up to him, and the three children fell asleep leaning against the wall.

At this time, from the shadow of the roof beams, a thin hand suddenly stretched out, quickly sprinkled a handful of powder, and waited for a moment, two figures, one thin and one tall, fell down. Running to the side of the three Simbas, trembling with distressed fingers, he said anxiously, "Young master, why did you get beaten up like this in just one day? I'm going to chop the king of hell into minced meat. How can I explain this to my wife?" .”

The thin figure walked around the room before leaning over and cursing in a low voice, "Okay, stupid cow, get down to business, don't delay any longer, and don't burn Mr. Cheng out of his wits."

Han Niu glared at him fiercely, "It's not you, I didn't take good care of the young masters, if I knew it, I would have come to watch, how could someone beat them like this! No, I'm going to kill him now, Avenge the young master!" He was about to go out with the knife, but was stopped by the thin monkey, jumping his feet anxiously, and said, "Oh, my ancestors, don't be stupid, saving the young master is the right thing to do. , it won’t be too late to clean up those who should be killed in the future.”

As he spoke, he separated the three children, and put Cheng'er, who was covered in burning coals, in Hanniu's arms. Then, he untied the backpack on his back, opened the bottom interlayer with a dagger, exposed the plastic bag inside, and put the token inside. The silver ticket was stuffed back, only the pill was taken, and Cheng'er's mouth was gently opened, and the pill turned into powder and fell down with a pinch of two fingers. Han Niu immediately moved the water bottle over and slowly poured it into a small half bottle .The thin monkey pulled his sleeves to wipe off the water on Cheng'er's face, and the foolish cow continued to fill Simba with water. In the end, there was only two fingers left in the bottle. Give him some water, too."

The thin monkey waved his hand noncommittally, and Han Niu quickly picked up the puppy and filled it with water, then put away the backpack.

The two guarded the three children until it was dawn, Cheng'er's fever had completely subsided, Simba and Xiaogouzi looked good, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Niu wants to continue squatting on the beam to stay and stay, but the thin monkey persuades earnestly, "Mr. Cheng's fever has gone down, and he drank the spring water again. Even if he starves for a few days, he will be fine. Even if you stay here, you can at most watch Young masters are doing their work, if you can't help but jump out of your temper, wouldn't it ruin the painstaking efforts of the master and madam."

It's a pity that Han Niu just couldn't listen to it. In the end, the thin monkey jumped up and slapped him on the head hard, and then dragged him out of the door. Seeing that Han Niu couldn't turn him around, he wanted to reach out and take out the chicken legs and steamed buns in his backpack Throwing it down, but unfortunately the thin monkey also intercepted it with a wry smile.

Simba and Cheng'er are used to drinking spring water on weekdays, so the effect is not too obvious, but the little dog, whose body has suffered a lot, has been washed, repaired and moisturized by the abundant spiritual energy contained in the spring water. Futian felt as if he had eaten a piece of ice, feeling extremely refreshed all over his body.

He opened his eyes early, got up quickly, and felt much lighter on his body. He turned his head and saw Simba and Cheng'er lying beside him. Remembering what happened last night, he quickly reached out to touch Cheng'er's forehead. There was nothing under the tentacles. Feeling warm, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to push Simba, "Brother Mu, Brother Mu, get up quickly, your brother is not hot anymore."

Simba opened his eyes, still a little dazed. Hearing this sentence, he immediately woke up, reached out and touched Cheng'er's forehead, and then immediately lay on Cheng'er's body, crying happily, "That's great, Brother Cheng, You can't die, that's great..."

Cheng'er was tossed like this by the two of them, and woke up with eyelashes trembling. Hearing Simba's cry, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Simba...why are you crying? That scoundrel hit you again?"

Afraid that he would miss it, Simba hurriedly said, "No, no, Brother Cheng, just lie down and drink a bowl of porridge later, and you'll be fine."

Xiao Gouzi heard the two talking, and couldn't help interjecting, "Well... that porridge, I'm afraid we can only drink it at night, we can only eat one meal a day."

"What? A meal?" Simba didn't have any water or rice yesterday, and he was worried about taking care of Cheng'er for half the night. Son, if you don't eat something, how can you get better quickly, so you rolled your eyes and wondered whether to go to another scene and ask for a bowl of rice porridge.

Little Gouzi stayed with them all night and got closer. Worried that Simba would be beaten again, he said, "Today it's my turn to help the young lady light the fire. Why don't I beg her? Maybe she will give me a bowl of rice if she softens her heart." Porridge."

Simba remembered the appearance of the woman he saw yesterday, and she didn't look like a kind person, so he shook his head and said, "Don't beg, she won't..." He was just halfway through when he saw two woodworms crawling out of the rotten straw and hiding in the It disappeared through the cracks in the wall, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, which actually made him think of a good way.

Turning around to see that the children next to him were still asleep, he pulled the puppy and whispered in his ear, "Let's catch some dead bugs in a while, and when the fire is on, you can secretly throw them into the porridge pot." Here, that woman must be disgusting and want to throw it away, so we can bring it back and drink it."

Little Gouzi's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he said, "Brother Mu is so smart, last time Miss Jiao's hair fell into the vegetable, Lin Yan Wang even slapped her, if she sees worms in the porridge, she must give it a shot." Throw it away." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and turned over the rotten straw, and grabbed the worms. Simba was overjoyed and hurried forward to help.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, the children all got up, each continued to press their legs as numbly as yesterday, somersaulted, and hung their voices. The puppy hid two dead tide bugs in his sleeves and entered the stove with a low eyebrow.

Simba was thinking about the puppy, so he left Cheng'er lying on the bunk alone. Before Lin Yanwang came to scold him with a whip, he took the broom and started sweeping the yard. Terrified, I went back satisfied and went back to sleep.

Simba secretly stared at the kitchen door, and waited for less than a quarter of an hour. Sure enough, he heard the voice of a woman shouting and cursing from inside. Holding a clay basin, the charming woman threw it out with her ears, staggered and almost fell.

　Ah, I finally got off work. Tomorrow is Sunday, and I can sleep until [-]:[-] in the morning. I am so happy, oh my friends, I want to have a happy Sunday too. Thank you for your support of the original version. Let’s continue to work hard!
　　
　
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