Oh...ohoh~~~

The rooster crowed throughout the mountain village, and in the clear sky, the quiet village gradually gained voices.

The sun shone into the broken window frame. Geng Qing felt the warm redness on his eyelids. He opened his eyes, sat up from the bed while yawning, and slapped the little fox sleeping on the edge of the bed. He threw the stones stuffed into the bed one by one back to the ground, then put on the patched shoes and opened the door and walked out.

In the yard, two old hens cried one after another, digging their claws in the vegetable field for insects. Under the straw shed, the woman was busy burning the fire. When she saw her son get up and came out, she pointed to a bowl on the stove.

"Zhuzi, I'll take it to eat."

That is the black rice prepared for Geng Qing every day to nourish his body. If the farmer doesn’t keep his body well, how can he put it in the future?

"Just come."

Geng Qing lay in the water tank and took a sip of water, wrapped it in the water and bulged it a few times. Then he raised his head and rinsed his throat, whipped it to the mud, and vomited all the clear water. Then he went to the stove to bring the bowl of rice. When he was digging it into his mouth, a noise suddenly broke out, and the sound was so loud that it was scary.

"Beat someone! Come on everyone!!"

"What happened?" Geng Qing stood up and turned his head to look outside.

At this time, the grandma from my aunt's house next to her ran over quickly, panting and slashing at the fence gate, pointing outside: "Jinqiu, hurry up, the rich man Liu sent a lot of people to start working with the men in the village!"

"What?!"

Wang Jinqiu threw the firewood in his hand, got up and wiped his hand on the apron, took a hoe and shouted, "This is a god!" He followed the old woman and ran to the yard. Geng Qing quickly put down the bowl, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and took another hoe, followed the two of them and ran outside. When it was necessary, he still dared to take action.

He ran to the entrance of the village with a hoe. The voices became noisy and chaotic. The villagers from house to house took sickles, hoes, and shoulder poles and rushed out, and fought with a group of people at the entrance of the village. The gatehouse at the entrance of the village was affected. Someone who had beaten the hoe hit the pillar and collapsed, crushing a Liu family guard and a village man.

"Master Liu bought your land to you, and he was worthy of you. He didn't know how to do it, so he beat me!" The headman rolled up his sleeves and shouted with his hips, "Beat these unruly people to death!"

The yard rushed out from outside, with thugs fighting, rich bare hands, and strong body. It is not comparable to ordinary villagers. Dachun's father rushed up and before he could swing his hoe, he was kicked and sat on the ground for a long time without recovering.

The prestigious grandfather in the village walked in the middle with a crutch and asked everyone to stop. No one paid attention to him. The two who were struggling were hit and almost fell. Then Wang Jinqiu pulled him to the side to hide. Then the woman rushed in with a hoe and beat him when she met someone, calling the old man Geng's name from time to time.

The village was already in chaos, and there were wrestling figures everywhere. Geng Qing walked outside and saw a person in the same village being pressed to the ground by a thug. He quickly took the opportunity to hit the other party's head with a hoe, and his head was covered in blood. He spread his feet and then slipped away. When he heard the woman's shouting, he also looked for the figure of Old Man Geng.

In the chaos, I saw the old man and a few young people in the village fighting against the guards on the other side. While pushing and tearing, someone rushed over with a stick. Old Man Geng turned around and blocked the pole in his hand and held the stick. However, the man was inexperienced and kicked it back in the middle of the abdomen. He loosened his hand and slapped the stick on his head, hitting him on the head. His gray hair spread out and was dyed red by blood in an instant. He fell to the ground without getting up.

Several men from the village next to him roared "Ah--" and threw the man over and punched him. Wang Jinqiu saw her husband fall to the ground from afar and screamed. Geng Qing pushed away the people in front and squeezed towards the other side.

"I beat people to death! They beat people to death!" Someone shouted.

The crowd of people fighting in chaos gradually stopped. The thugs saw the old men lying on the ground, covered in blood, looked at each other and put away the sticks. The in charge waved to them. Seeing the chaotic village, he nodded with satisfaction, "This time I just want you to teach you a lesson, and it won't be like next time."

Immediately, I took the people away.

The surroundings gradually became quieter.

Geng Qing squeezed over here and saw the old man Geng with his eyes closed on the ground, and seemed at a loss. Wang Jinqiu squeezed over and threw himself over to her husband and cried. The experienced villagers hurried home, brought the ashes over, and quickly covered the bleeding wound to stop the bleeding.

Geng Qing, who reacted, quickly asked Dachun and the others for help, and worked together to carry the old man Geng home, lay it flat on the wooden couch, and scrubbed the blood and stopped the bleeding. Fortunately, after a while, the old man Geng gradually woke up, opened his eyes weakly, and said that he was fine, but his head was so dizzy.

The villagers who were helping around were relieved and gathered at the door of the room and scolded the rich man Liu fiercely.

"Luckily, we are not bad, otherwise he would have succeeded!"

"Not only are the Xi injured, but many of us have also lost the lottery. How can we just let it go? Everyone has a good rest tonight. Tomorrow morning, we will also go to his house to have a fight."

"Yes, kill him."

The fierce words were mostly angry words. They fought one day and were no match for the other party at all. Besides, the thugs only had sticks. If it were a swordsman, the villagers would not be able to deal with them. After all, they would be silent after the other.

It was almost noon when everyone dispersed. Wang Jinqiu had his eyes red, and killed one of the two old hens at home, plucked her hair and stewed it, and sat at the stove in a daze.

Looking at the old man Geng who was sleeping on the couch, Geng Qing felt uncomfortable. He went over to accompany the woman and said a few words of comfort. Wang Jinqiu just nodded, and after a while, he squeezed out even more.

‘Dazhu, if your father is gone and the land is gone, how can we live...’

The sun shone across the straw shed in the west, and the quiet village was yelling with curses. Going far away to the road outside the village, and following the mountains in front of you, the town named Niukou Mountain. The eaves are low and the streets are dilapidated. The sound of the blacksmith shop extends to the end of the past. The gravel path connected by the gravel road is a mu of fields. Not far away, a large mansion stands. Above the red door, there is a door plaque with the words "Liu House".

The house was facing the Niu Family Jizi, but it turned toward Gengjia Village. Before the night was still coming, the servants in the courtyard lit up the lanterns early and rose to both sides of the courtyard gate.

Bai Yan paved the path around the Feng Shui wall, and a group of guards sat on the fence and drank with their companions and ate meat. The nearby study was lighted at this time, and the fat figure swept the dust on the bookshelf. He took a book and blew it, and then put it back in place.

"This is done well today. No matter whether that old man dies or not, you don't have to worry. I will go and say, come here."

The fat middle-aged man turned around and threw the duster away from the desk, dragged his square-hole sealed robe and sat down, opened the drawer, took out a string of Tongbao and threw it to the old manager.

"Prepare some more gifts, and you will be delivering them to me later."

The manager held the coins in both hands, bowed and slowly left the study room, and waved his hand to let the maid waiting outside take a bowl of supplements in. Liu Miao rubbed the beard on his lips and looked through the account book. On the next page, it was all about the medium-sized acres of fertile land at Gengjia Village.

"Master... don't."

He pulled the shy maid to sit in his arms, held the soft and petite body, and smelled the white back of his neck.

‘...a bunch of folks.’

The night enveloped the world, and the sound of rain fell with the rain curtain. At the foot of the mountain in the distance, the vast rain overflowed the roof, and along the thatched on the eaves, a pearl curtain was weaved.

In the darkness, Geng Qing held the little fox and sat under the eaves, looking at the woman sitting at the stove. Soon, the old hen was stewed. Wang Jinqiu put a bowl and blew the heat, walked into the house with a lit oil lamp, and brought it to Old Man Geng.

The old man drank only one bowl and stopped drinking it. He looked at the empty bottom of the bowl and handed it back to his wife. His eyes were somewhat cloudy. He looked at the closed door, sighed, raised his hand weakly, patted Wang Jinqiu's back of his hand, and asked her to serve another bowl for Geng Qing.

"Don't take it to me, waste it."

"Add more chicken and bring it to Zhuzi to let him eat more. When he is growing bones... I don't have to worry, I should be able to withstand it. Even if it doesn't work, there will be Zhuzi in the future, so this family will not be able to do anything."

The wind blew the raindrops on the legs of the pants, and slight words came from the room. In the darkness, Geng Qing stroked the fox's hair, looked at the rain curtain without blinking, gently put down the red fox, got up and walked over, pushed the door open, interrupting the old couple inside. There was a smile on his face and looked at the old man on the couch.

"Dad, don't worry, nothing will be short of your house in the future."

Geng Qing's eyes were a little red, and he still smiled and looked at the woman beside him, "Mom, can you come out?"

Wang Jinqiu looked at her husband, who nodded, then put down the bowl, followed Geng Qing out of the room, feeling his son's expression a little strange, "Zhuzi, what's the matter? Your father still needs..."

"Where is Tian Qi from my family, can you give it to me?"

"What do you want this to do?"

"Mom, believe me, don't ask anything."

Looking at Geng Qing's eyes, the woman hesitated for a moment, walked into the bedroom and took out a wrinkled paper from under the cabinet, carefully handed it to her son, and reminded him with concern.

"We have only this little field, don't do anything randomly."

"I know."

Geng Qing pinched Tian Qi back to the stool, picked up the red fox and continued to look at the rain falling in the yard. His eyes were like the fox in his arms, which was so shiver that he sat in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

Until the dawn was light, Wang Jinqiu, who had not slept much all night, opened the door and came out, and Geng Qing's figure was gone on the stool.

.........

"Niukou Mountain, 30 households in Gengcun, Haohao Tang and everyone in Liu's house were fighting with each other, and they were anxious and fought at the entrance of the village. Geng Gong's father's head was broken and blood was flowing, and the thieves were scared away." - "Twenty-three Miscellaneous Notes by Geng Gong"
Chapter completed!