The farm has a phoenix

Chapter 1 Destiny
"Ah Lang, shut her mouth, don't let her scream!"

"Jinfeng, since you want to repay, you might as well give your life to me!"

In the darkness, the gloomy female voice mixed with the clear male voice, it was like a haunted ghost whistling endlessly in the ears, the breath of death enveloped the heart once again, depressive, desperate, full of pain!
As if he couldn't breathe, his breathing became rapid. Zhan Jinfeng opened his eyes suddenly, but found that he was already profusely sweating.

The top of the head is the familiar rough wooden beams, and the morning sun shines on the kang through the lattice window frame. Zhan Jinfeng stretched out his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead and heaved a sigh of relief. He stood up and looked at the sleeping woman beside him.

She was reborn, and her mother was still there. Although she knew about it a long time ago, she still woke up from nightmares every day.That man killed her for his own glory and wealth, just because of his mother's death, and he has no family to rely on!
In this life, she must pull her mother back from the gate of hell and protect the happiness of the two of them!
When she was in a trance, the people around her slowly woke up. Zhan Xiuyun slowly opened her slender and charming eyes, and saw her daughter's dignified face. She couldn't help but sit up and gently stroked her daughter's tender cheek.

"Feng'er, what are you thinking?"

"Mom, is today market day?"

Zhan Xiuyun nodded, and then hugged her lovingly into her arms.

"Yes, today is fifteen."

There are fixed days for the fairs in rural areas, usually on the first and fifteenth day of each month, and it will last for half a month when it catches up with the big fairs.In my memory, my mother was caught in the rain on the way back from the market, so she couldn't get sick, and finally...

Zhan Jinfeng frowned, and grabbed Zhan Xiuyun's coarse cloth sleeves.

"Mom, I don't want to go to the market anymore, let's not go anywhere today, okay?"

If you don't get in the rain, you won't get sick, and your mother won't survive the New Year this year.

Zhan Xiuyun sighed helplessly, and pointed her little nose with her hand: "Feng'er, we don't have a man in our family. We can't work hard in the village, and we can't grow land. Although we bought three acres of land, we still have to hire people to cultivate it. There is not much food left. Mother weaves and embroiders at home every day in order to wait for the market to exchange some things to subsidize the family. Feng'er, you are already an older child, so you should be more sensible, right?"

Hearing that Zhan Jinfeng's eyes were red again, she knew the situation at home very well, because they were outsiders, so her mother had been living carefully, trying not to conflict with others, and except for the harvest in the field, it was her mother who spun with her. In exchange for the embroidery, there was a question I held back in my heart for a long time without asking my mother, because I was afraid that my mother would be unhappy, but she had already died once, so I still wanted to clarify some things.

"Mother, who is my father? Why don't we go find my father? This way, Mother doesn't have to work so hard, and we don't have to live so carefully!"

As soon as the words came out, Zhan Xiuyun's complexion changed drastically, and her fair face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice at the moment, and there was an inexplicable sadness in the coldness, which made her feel uncomfortable just looking at it.

"Dead." After a long time, Zhan Xiuyun said quietly: "What can a dead person expect from him?"

Zhan Jinfeng's dark eyes sank, she could see her mother's expression clearly, her father was not dead, she just thought him dead.

Seeing her daughter looking at her with such eyes, Zhan Xiuyun frowned, her eyes flashed a little bit of crystal, she stretched out her hand to gently hold her daughter's cheek, her slender eyes were fixed on her daughter's pitch black, which was as crystal as a fine jewel eyes.

She looked so focused, as if she was looking at the love of her life.

"Feng'er, you are my mother's treasure. My mother will never allow you to suffer any grievances. It's nothing for my mother to suffer now. As long as my Feng'er is happier than my mother, my mother will be satisfied."

It is said that hot tears rolled out of Zhan Jinfeng's dark almond eyes, and the tears flowed down the back of his eyes and onto the back of his mother's soft and warm hands. If he had been himself in the past, he would have cried and felt uncomfortable after hearing what his mother said, but now She is more emotional.

At this moment, Mother must have already made up her mind to promise her to Guan Shilang next door, right?The only scholar in the village, he looks upright and beautiful, and his literary talent is also good, but his mother, Mrs. Chen, is quite mean, so she desperately wants to save more money for her, so as to save her from being bullied by Mrs. Chen Bar?But mother, you are still negligent, the Chen family is not only mean, but also very greedy, and I died under the greed of this mother and son!

"Mother, my daughter wants to be with mother forever, she won't go anywhere, and my daughter won't marry." Saying this, Zhan Jinfeng threw herself into Zhan Xiuyun's arms, crying uncontrollably.

"Silly boy, how can there be a daughter who doesn't marry? Are you going to be an old girl? Mother will make you mad."

"Then the daughter will marry with her mother! If he doesn't want his mother, the daughter will not marry!"

Zhan Xiuyun couldn't help bursting into tears when she heard the words, she hugged him tightly, full of joy, but pretended to be angry: "You girl, you said something that scares people to death, how can anyone pass the door with your mother?" , making people think that this daughter-in-law's hair hasn't grown yet, which makes people laugh!"

"I don't care, if he doesn't want his mother, his daughter doesn't want him!"

"It's up to you!" Zhan Xiuyun pulled her out of her arms, and then put clothes on her body: "Okay, get up soon, your aunt will come over in a while, and we have to go to the fair together! "

Seeing that she couldn't resist, Zhan Jinfeng had no choice but to get up and dress and wash by herself. Seeing that she finally stopped insisting, Zhan Xiuyun got up and walked out of the bedroom.

After putting on the plain white silk long dress made by her mother, washing it clean, and combing her hair carefully, Zhan Jinfeng opened the curtain of the inner room, and ran directly into the main room through the small courtyard.

When I entered the room, I found that Mrs. Chen who killed her had already arrived, and was sitting on the Eight Immortals chair in the main room talking to her mother. Seeing her running in, she smiled and said, "Look at Feng'er, the longer she grows, the better she looks. There is no one in our village who is worthy of it!"

Zhan Jinfeng lowered his eyelids to cover up the strangeness that flashed in his eyes, stopped his feet and saluted politely: "Hello, auntie."

But Mrs. Chen laughed loudly: "Okay, the people in our village are all rough people. How can there be so many rules and etiquette? It's only done by the ladies in the city!" It's looking at Zhan Xiuyun.

Zhan Xiuyun pretended not to see it, and stretched out her hand to beckon Zhan Jinfeng to eat beside her.

Zhan Jinfeng lowered his head to accept the exquisite flower rolls handed over by his mother, and picked up the chopsticks to pick up the pickles.

Chen stretched out her head to look at the flower rolls, feeling very envious.

"It's still a big sister's good craftsmanship. How many people can make such exquisite and small flower rolls?"

"It's just something to coax children. Feng'er didn't like to eat when she was a child, so I can only make it look better in different ways to coax her to eat."

She didn't know whether to coax her or not. She was already a five-year-old child when she came here, but no matter what Zhan Xiuyun did, she was delicate and meticulous, which was very different from the things made by rural women. With care, the meals are delicate, not to mention that they will never put thick noodles on the dining table. The two of them have always eaten with thin noodles, and as long as they eat, they will definitely be served with soup.

Thinking about it this way, one can know that Zhan Xiuyun is definitely not the daughter of a small family. No wonder Chen always likes to plot against their family.

Thinking of the cunning in Zhan Jinfeng's dark almond eyes, the Chen family will never think about counting their family's money again in this life!

(End of this chapter)