The young couple from the farm fights back

Aunt Hu had an ox cart. When she heard that Zhou Chunfeng was going to the town early in the morning, she immediately asked her second uncle and his wife to accompany Zhou Chunfeng.

An Ge'er liked to follow Zhou Chunfeng, so Jiang Li left Heng Ge'er and Jing Ge'er by her side. She took the children to the fields to work when the sun was not too strong in the morning, and then hurried back home at noon.

Rural farmers usually eat two meals a day: breakfast and lunch. Jiang Li, taking the child's nutrition into consideration, would cook a pot of brown rice porridge for breakfast, so that the child could eat it if he was hungry at noon, and steam a few steamed buns for the child in the evening.

Yesterday, Aunt Hu sent some pork belly and grass carp. Jiang Li cut some of the pork belly and fried it with pickles, and marinated the rest of the pork belly and fish with salt and hung them in the kitchen. She would cut some and stir-fry them when it was time to eat.

After all, the eldest wife hadn't eaten meat for many years. If they cooked all the fish and meat at once, not only would the adults' bodies not be able to bear it, but the children's stomachs would be even more unbearable.

As long as the young Jing'er has something to eat and can stay with his mother, he is happy all day long.

Although the eldest Heng Ge'er was only four years old, due to his sensitive nature, he often felt that his father and mother were different from before. They not only cared about him and his brothers, made sure they had enough for every meal, but also gave them a bath and changed their clothes.

However, the little brother likes his current father and mother very much, because his current father does not scold or beat his mother, and his mother does not have to bow her head and wipe her tears all day long.

After lunch, Jiang Li coaxed the two children to sleep, then went to the kitchen to wash and cut the white radish that Aunt Hu had sent her yesterday into slices, put it into a small jar, and marinated it with salt, chili peppers, and white vinegar.

Coming out of the kitchen, I looked at the mud bricks drying in front, the sand and stones sent from the neighboring village, and the wooden stakes cut down from the mountain by the villagers. All the materials for the new house were ready, ready to start construction.

There was nothing to do in the fields today, so Jiang Li returned to the wooden shed, took out the material she had bought the day before, and made a few new sets of clothes for the children.

Jiang Li is busy because she is eager to improve her current difficult living environment. She is not the type to complain about herself, and she believes that actions can change one's destiny, even if she is just a character in a book.

In the afternoon, Zhou Chunfeng returned from town. Jiang Li wondered how he could have been gone all day. When she received the bulging purse, Jiang Li was in high spirits and didn't bother asking questions.

"Sold for thirty-five taels?" Jiang Li counted the two taels of silver coins in his purse and matched them with a hundred coins.

Zhou Chunfeng put down his sleeping little son, relaxed his shoulders, and nodded: "Yes, thirty-five."

Jiang Li put away her purse with satisfaction, put away the needlework and materials, and returned to the small table to help cut the paper.

"Didn't you get something to eat outside at noon?"

Before going out in the morning, Jiang Li only gave Zhou Chunfeng money to buy paper, thinking that he would have some money on hand after selling the Ganoderma lucidum, and would know how to take the children out to eat.

"have eaten."

Jiang Li spread out the paper with both hands and raised her head in confusion, just in time to see Zhou Chunfeng take out a jade porcelain from his sleeve pocket and place it in front of her.

"what is this?"

The porcelain vase is very small and delicate, like the celadon used to store wax and grease in modern times.

Jiang Li picked up the bottle and unscrewed the lid. Sure enough, there was a crystal clear paste inside with a faint scent of osmanthus.

"Scar-removing cream."

"..."

Jiang Li blinked in surprise and looked at the scratches on her hands. Some of the scabs had not healed yet.

I was surprised and also a little touched.

Based on her understanding of Zhou Chunfeng, she had never been so attentive to others. She unceremoniously scooped some liquid with her fingertips and applied it on the back of her hand. It felt cool and comfortable.

"Thanks."

"That's not right." Jiang Li suddenly put away her smile and looked at him: "Where did you get the money to buy me the scar cream? And where did you get the money for lunch?"

Zhou Chunfeng took a sip of cold tea, put down the tea bowl, let out a long sigh, and sat down.

"Today, the bookshop in town is holding a calligraphy competition. The winner will receive five taels of silver."

Jiang Li blinked in disbelief: "So, you won?"

"Well, I won. I paid for lunch at the noodle shop with Uncle Zhou Er and the others. I used the rest to buy you scar cream."

"..."

What the hell is this scar-removing cream that costs so much? Is it made from magic water?

Does this person know how to live?

Receiving Jiang Li's resentful gaze, Zhou Chunfeng couldn't help but laugh. It felt like his kindness was being taken for granted.

"After all, it's ill-gotten gains, so it's better to spend them happily."

【That makes so much sense, I'm speechless! 】

Although she appeared calm on the surface, Jiang Li's opinion of this bastard had actually changed a little bit in her heart.

Seeing Jiang Li start to cut the paper, Zhou Chunfeng wisely brought out the pen, ink and inkstone. The afternoon sun slanted slightly, composing a different harmonious scene.

At the same time, the Zhou family.

Today, Zhou Laosan went to the town to buy red paper, and naturally met Zhou Chunfeng and his second uncle Zhou. When he saw Zhou Chunfeng shamelessly participating in the calligraphy competition held by the bookstore, Zhou Laosan initially waited downstairs to see the joke.

No one knew better than Zhou Chunfeng what the hand was. How could such a dog-crawling thing dare to come out and embarrass itself? He didn't even dare to take the stage to compete, knowing that most of the participants were students from the town's academy.

When the bookshop owner and other judges selected the best calligraphy and found that it was actually written by Zhou Chunfeng, Zhou Laosan could not believe his eyes.

How could Zhou Chunfeng write such amazing calligraphy? It was obvious that his hands trembled even when he held a pen and dipped it in ink. It was impossible for him to write the kind of calligraphy that was judged by Mei Yang, with "ups and downs, freedom of control, and the style of a master".

Impossible, there must be something wrong.

Even after returning from the town, Zhou Laosan still couldn't recover from the shock.

It is impossible for a person to change so drastically in an instant, unless, unless Zhou Chunfeng has been hiding his incompetence and pretending to be stupid in front of everyone to tease them.

Yes, that's right.

Zhou Laosan racked his brains but could only come up with this possibility. Even Jiang was the same. In the past, Jiang would never have been so aggressive in front of others.

What a black-hearted couple they are. For so many years, everyone has been kept in the dark by them.

Now this black-hearted couple must be mocking the Zhou family behind their backs. If it weren't for them, the Zhou family and my mother's good reputation for many years would not have been criticized in the village.

slap~

hiss!

Zhou Laosan, who was lost in thought, was slapped hard on the back of the head by Lin.

"What are you doing? Did you miss your meal or something? Can't you write the word 'Feng' or something? I've been supporting a bunch of debt collectors like you, and now you can't even do anything?"

Zhou Laoer and Wang, who were helping to cut the paper, silently quickened their movements, fearing that the next slap would hit them on the head.

When Xiaolin heard the noise outside the house, she covered her daughter's sobbing mouth with one hand, worried that Baozhu's frightened crying would be heard by her mother-in-law outside.

"I know, mother. Can't I write it right now?" Zhou Laosan was also angry, and he wrote with a gloomy face.

He just didn't believe it. It was just a matter of writing the word "Feng" and selling it to make money. If Zhou Chunfeng could sell it, why couldn't he?

He wants to sell more and better than Zhou Chunfeng!

slap~

Zhou Laosan, who had just finished writing the word "Feng", suffered another critical attack from his mother.

"What are you doing here? Did dogs eat all the books you read in school? Is that how you write the word 'Feng'? You're so bold, you dare to trick me?"

This time Zhou Laosan was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe. He was also angry because his mother scolded him. I can't even read, so how dare I accuse him of writing wrongly.

Without waiting for his rebuttal, Lin pulled out a piece of paper with small red characters from her sleeve. These were the red characters that she had secretly taken from her neighbor's house yesterday.

"Look carefully, this is Feng. I told you that you've read so much that you've become a fool, and you still don't accept it. I'll beat you to death."

Lin, who had been holding back her anger with nowhere to vent it, finally found a reason to vent her anger. She was so angry that she slapped her youngest son on the back several times.

Zhou Laosan grimaced in pain, staring in disbelief at the word "丰" written in large letters on the crumpled red paper in front of him.

Zhou Chunfeng——!!!