Fisherwoman: After my divorce, I became rich by fishing at sea

Boss Fu looked at the collapsed Fu Second with disgust, covering his nose with his hands.

This guy is so dirty!

"Brother, I haven't done anything to let your family down. Don't come looking for me! Don't come looking for me!"

Fu Laoer didn't care about the stickiness in his pants and sat down and backed away desperately.

Being so afraid of yourself doesn't mean you have done anything wrong.

"You haven't done anything wrong. What about your wife? What about your mother? Have you done anything wrong?"

Although Fu Lao Er had never been involved in anything bad that happened to the Fu family, he knew exactly what his wife had done with his mother.

He regrets it now. If he had known earlier, he would have stopped his family from coveting Mr. Fu's things, and his eldest brother would not have come to him now.

Boss Fu covered his nose and walked towards Fu Lao Er step by step. In panic, Fu Lao Er didn't even think about why Boss Fu was a ghost and didn't need to walk instead of floating.

He was so scared that he stepped back until his back was against a dirty dung bucket piled nearby.

Villagers in Fujia Village often use a military green plastic bucket to carry the contents of the toilet to the fields for composting, but even after using the bucket, it still smells like feces even if it is cleaned.

So everyone piles it in the toilet or outside to avoid the strong smell at home.

When Boss Fu saw that Old Second Fu was leaning against the dung bucket, he suddenly felt malicious and threw a punch at him, but the punch stopped on Old Second Fu's face.

If he landed this punch, Old Lady Wang would come home crying and screaming for help. He was not that stupid.

Just scare it for fun.

But Fu Laoer didn't know what his brother was thinking. He was really afraid that Fu Laoda would beat him to death. What's more, in Fu Laoer's mind, Fu Laoda was still a fierce ghost.

He was so scared that he tried to cover his face with his hands, but his movements were too big and he fell to the pile of dung buckets nearby.

Several buckets of feces fell on Fu Laoer, and one even fell directly on his head.

Boss Fu looked at the dung bucket on Fu Laoer's body, and didn't know what Wang Zhaodi was thinking. The dung bucket had not been washed after use, and there was still dirt on it.

This lesson should be profound enough.

Boss Fu nodded with satisfaction, walked home humming a song.

As for Fu Laoer wearing a dung bucket hat, who cares about him!

Fu Laoer was almost suffocated by the smoke in the dung bucket. He didn't dare to stick his head out to see if his elder brother had left. He could only stay there shivering.

It was Fu Jian, the son of the village chief, who was passing by after using the toilet when he saw from afar a man slumped on the ground with a bucket on his head.

Fu Jian is the same age as Fu Ming and Fu Liang, and is also a good young man with an overflowing sense of justice.

"Hey, who is this? Why is he wearing a tall hat?"

Fu Jian covered his nose and wanted to go forward and lift the oil barrel, but the bamboo handles were covered in filth and he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Having no other choice, he picked a handful of weeds and leaves from the bushes nearby and went over to open the dung bucket.

Fu Lao Er, who saw the light of day again, followed the light of Fu Jian's flashlight and saw that the person coming was not Fu Lao Da. He then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Fu, why are you sitting here?"

When Fu Jian saw that it was Fu Lao Er, he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

I didn’t expect that he had such a heavy taste in his hobby!

Fu Laoer is the elder after all, so how could he dare to tell the whole story?

"I accidentally drank a few too many glasses and fell down."

Fu Jian shrugged his nose. Uncle Fu thought he was stupid. There was no smell of alcohol except feces.

The smell was so strong that Fu Jian said hello to Fu Laoer and ran away.

This Fu Laoer smells so bad, if he can't walk and has to be carried by himself, that would be really weird!

Doesn’t he have three sons himself? Let them come!

It is said that Fu Jian is a good young man of the new era. When he passed by the back door of Fu Laoer's house on his way home, he specially knocked on the window and shouted twice.

"Uncle Fu fell into the toilet, hurry up and help him!"

After shouting three times in a row, Fu Jian felt that his mission was accomplished, and he went home satisfied.

There are two rooms at the back door of Fu Laoer's house. One is for the eldest son Fu Qiang and the youngest son Fu Shi, and the other is for old lady Fu.

Fu Laoer and Wang Zhaodi slept in the front room. As for her second son Fu Gang, he went out to become a son-in-law and no longer had a room for him in the house.

Both Old Lady Fu and Fu Qiang heard Fu Jian's two shouts.

But after a tiring day, I finally fell asleep. Who would want to get up now?

Old Lady Fu only shouted, "Fu Shi, Fu Qiang, go see your father quickly and bring him back!"

Fu Shi and Fu Qiang didn't respond for a long time. Fu Qiang pushed Fu Shi, but the man slept like a pig and even snored.

Then just wait until Fu Shi wakes up. Fu Qiang continues to sleep with peace of mind. Finally, when Fu Laoer staggered home alone, the two brothers still hadn't gotten up.

"Zhao Di! Zhao Di!"

Fu Laoer was calling his wife loudly at the door. Wang Zhaodi had just fallen asleep, and when she heard him calling her, she walked out of the house in a bad mood.

"What are you doing? You didn't even sleep at night and didn't come back for half a day. Did you fall into the cesspool?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she smelled a strong stench, and there were spots of dirt on Fu Laoer's clothes and head.

"Did you really fall into the cesspool?"

Wang Zhaodi's voice was so sharp and shrill that it scared Fu Shi and Fu Qiang awake, and also attracted Old Lady Wang who was in the room.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Dad, did you really fall into the cesspool?"

Several people were making a lot of noise, but no one came forward to help him clean up.

Fu Laoer was really anxious and angry.

None of these people are reliable.

"You damn bitch, go boil some water for me to take a bath!"

These words were shouted at Wang Zhaodi. There was no other way. She couldn't let her son go with her mother to boil water.

In Fu Laoer's mind, sons are there to carry on the family line, mothers are there to be filial to, and only daughters-in-law are there to be ordered around.

This is also the result of Mrs. Wang's teaching by example since childhood.

It was already past twelve o'clock and there was a slight breeze outside.

Fu Laoer was standing in the yard, already sweating. When the wind blew, he felt a chill on his back and his hair stood on end.

"Mom, I...I saw my brother!"

He hesitated for a while before finally speaking. Old Mrs. Wang was a little confused, and then she realized that he was talking about her stepson, Boss Fu.

"You drank too much tonight and you're feeling dizzy. I told you not to drink so much. Sooner or later, you'll end up in trouble like your father!"

Fu Lao Er didn't even bother to argue with his mother at this moment. He just said with a pale face: "It's true, it was my eldest brother who scared me so much that I fell to the ground."

Seeing how serious he was, Old Lady Wang felt a little scared.

"How about you go buy some paper money tomorrow and burn some for him later?"

"You bastard, you bullied my family when you were alive, and now you're still bullying my son after you die!"

Fu Lao Er hurriedly told her to shut up, "Alright, stop talking! Be more polite to Big Brother's family from now on!"

Fu Shi on the side nodded repeatedly. He was a timid man and never did anything immoral.

But he didn't expect that Fu Qiang's face turned pale, and if he looked closely, he could see that his legs were still shaking.

Damn it, he and Lai Zi went to pry open the fuel tank of Fu Wan’s boat a while ago.

The replaced diesel is still under his bed!