Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

Erlang became anxious because his third aunt lived inside, so he immediately flew towards Zhao Yougen.

At the same time, the upper door was suddenly opened and Cui Chengliang rushed out with red eyes.

Zhao Yougen kicked Erlang away and rushed towards Lin with a strange smile.

Cui Jingwen gritted his teeth and slashed with his knife.

Zhao Yougen didn't even look at him. He grabbed Cui Jingwen's wrist holding the knife with his big hand and threw him out of the house with the knife.

"son!"

Lin's shrill roar, in Zhao Yougen's eyes, was like the desperate struggle of a trapped beast before death. It was harmless, but interesting.

"Just obey me and I promise to love you well in the future."

Just as he was about to touch Lin's body, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his back. The pain made Zhao Yougen stagger a few steps. Before he could react, he was knocked down by Cui Chengliang, and his fists came down on his head like a rain of scattered raindrops.

"She is my wife, who do you think you are?"

Lin was so frightened by Cui Chengliang's crazy look that she forgot to speak.

Crazy, all crazy.

Several men from Liushu Village trembled as they touched the bolt. As soon as they opened the door, their eyes were blinded by the flames rising from outside.

A crowd of about a hundred people holding torches stood outside the door, and the head of the village in front had a dark face.

"Tie them up!"

"It's unfair, we didn't do anything..."

Several men rushed out of the crowd and tied the people together tightly with ropes.

Zhao Yougen was no pushover either. After being hit by a few punches, he found the right moment and pinned Cui Chengliang under him.

The two men wrestled from the house to the yard.

"Quick, separate these people." The village head said urgently.

Cui Chengliang wiped the blood off his face and glared fiercely at the man opposite him whose face was also covered in blood.

"Is this, something with roots?" the crowd exclaimed.

The Cui family yard was crowded with people.

Zhao Yougen spat a mouthful of blood on the ground and sneered, "Everyone saw it. Cui Laosan's wife and I are having an affair. It was this woman who asked me to come here tonight."

"You're talking nonsense!" Cui Chengliang was so angry that he was shaking and was about to punch him. It took three or four people nearby to hold him back.

Zhao Yougen grinned grimly. Even if he was driven out of the village, he wanted Lin to accompany him.

Cui Jingwen struggled to rush out: "Who do you think you are? Even if my mother was blind, she would not look down on you, cough cough cough."

He needs to exercise, this poor scholar's body is of no use at all.

Lin pulled Cui Jingwen back with a cold face, slowly walked in front of the crowd, raised her palm, and slapped Zhao Yougen decisively.

"You stinky bitch, how dare you slap..."

Before he could finish his words, another slap came down.

Lin’s face was expressionless: “This slap will hurt you and hurt my son.”

"This slap will hurt my Erlang."

"This slap will damage the door of my house."

"This slap..."

Before anyone could react, Zhao Yougen had already received more than a dozen slaps, including kicking over the dog bowl.

"This slap will hurt you and my husband."

Cui Chengliang's eyes widened.

Did he hear wrongly?

Lin shook her numb hands, having no other excuse, and turned around and walked to the front.

"Uncle Village Chief."

"Hey." The village head responded quickly.

Lin spoke coldly, emphasizing each word, "What Zhao Yougen said is pure nonsense. My son Jingwen is incredibly talented. He passed the imperial examination at the age of thirteen and has a bright future ahead of him. I would never abandon my husband and son for such a despicable and shameless person."

The villagers kept nodding their heads. Zhao Yougen must have been crazy about women and didn't even look at his own appearance.

The village head also suppressed his anger.

Just now, I saw Cui Jingwen staggering. He is the most promising young man in Xiahe Village. If he is injured, ten Zhao Yougens cannot afford to compensate him.

"Don't worry, I won't protect him just because he's from Xiahe Village. I'll take him to the authorities at daybreak!"

Zhao Yougen was tied up and tied together with the people from Liushu Village under a big locust tree, waiting for the verdict after dawn.

The matter was resolved and the Cui family's old house returned to peace.

Old Mrs. Cui helped Cui Chengliang wipe the blood with concern. There was a big swelling at the corner of his mouth. He grimaced in pain when it was touched lightly. But he still secretly looked at Lin and smiled foolishly.

Old Mrs. Cui threw away her handkerchief angrily.

There's no hope, just bear with the pain.

A few people found Erlang lying in the corner, already unconscious.

Lin hurriedly called back Doctor Luo who had not yet left.

Doctor Luo took the child's pulse and said comfortingly, "The child is fine, he just fainted from the pain. A few injections will wake him up."

After saying that, he took out a silver needle and pricked a few acupuncture points.

Zhao Yougen kicked the door open just now. If Erlang hadn't stopped him, Zhao Yougen might have succeeded.

Pinching Erlang's skinny body, Lin's heart ached uncontrollably.

After Doctor Luo finished the acupuncture, Erlang coughed a few times and slowly opened his eyes.

Lin hurriedly helped him sit up.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Seeing Lin, Erlang struggled to get up: "Where's Zhao Yougen..."

Lin held him down and said, "Don't worry, Zhao Yougen has been tied up and taken away by the village head. He will be sent to the authorities at dawn."

Erlang's tense muscles relaxed, he took a deep breath, and suddenly covered his chest, his face turning pale.

Doctor Luo noticed something was wrong with him, felt his bones, frowned, and said, "A rib is broken."

Lin said anxiously, "Then please treat him quickly. We will treat him no matter how much it costs."

"Don't spend money, Aunt San, I'm fine." Erlang tried to get up.

Lin didn't agree with him and asked Cui Jingwen to help her help Erlang onto the kang. Doctor Luo wrote a prescription and Cui Zhaozhao followed him out to get the medicine.

Erlang was lying alone in the inner room.

Although it is a decades-old house, it is kept clean and tidy.

The cushion beneath me felt as soft as lying on a cloud. There were a few fruits on the windowsill, and the air was filled with a refreshing fragrance.

He recognized the wood plum among them. It was very sour and not tasty. He didn't expect that it could be placed at home and smelled. Aunt San was really different from anyone he had ever met.

Lin added chestnuts to the pork rib soup and boiled it again. She scooped a large bowl and served it to Erlang.

"Slow down, lean on this." Lin placed a pillow vertically on Erlang's lower back.

"Drink this and sleep here tonight."

Erlang looked at the bowl stuffed into his hand in disbelief, and it turned out to be pork rib soup.

"Leave it to my third and sixth brothers. I don't like eating meat." After saying that, he lowered his head.

He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten meat.

"Drink if you're told to. Now that you're in my house, you have to listen to me."

Under the majestic gaze, Erlang ate and drank all the soup and licked the bottom of the bowl clean.

Lin took the empty bowl with satisfaction, but Erlang hesitated and called her.

"Aunt San, I want to go home."

There is only one kang at Aunt San's place, and it is inconvenient for him to sleep there.

"Doctor Luo has told you that it's inconvenient for you to move these days. I'll talk to your mother, so don't worry."

When Feng was mentioned, Erlang lowered his head, like a child waiting to be criticized.

Erlang whispered that they did not go home.

After hearing this, the smile on Lin's face disappeared and his expression became frighteningly cold.

I thought Feng was just greedy, but I didn't expect her to be so selfish that she didn't even care about her children. Xiaoqi was only three years old, but she let them move out, not caring whether they could have enough food and clothes!

"It's great that we've moved out. Xiaoqi is much more cheerful now. When the famine is over, I'll go to the county to work and earn money, buy a few acres of land, and build our own house..."

Jiro's voice grew lower and lower.

This is the scene in his dream.

But in reality, it is hard to say whether they can survive the famine.