Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Brother Song Wen had seen the two of them before. At that time, he felt disgusted that they were both men. Now he directly regards Xue Ming as his own, and he is even more unwilling. "Brother Ping An, what do you mean by that?"

Ever since he knew his true face, Song Pingan looked at him annoyed and said, "Don't call me brother!"

Xue Ming also felt that he was dirtying his ears by calling him brother, and said, "Don't call him brother, I should have something for you to do later."

Brother Song Wen nodded at him shyly, and said obediently: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Xue Ming held back the nausea in his heart, and said: "Since you said that Song Shengwang forced you, then go to his house with me, and explain some things clearly."

"I..." Brother Song Wen gave him a timid look, naturally he didn't dare to look at Song Shengwang.

"Not going?" Xue Ming nodded, "Alright."

Brother Song Wen was about to thank him for his forgiveness, but Xue Ming said again: "Then get lost!"

He immediately nodded, agreed, and said, "Okay! I'll go! I'll go!"

Xue Ming looked at Song Ping'an again: "Song Shengwang is your cousin, we should take a look as well."

With a smile on his face, it was easy for Song Pingan to see that he might have done this, or it was done for him.

But what exactly is the time to do it?

Song's mother on the side felt that what he said was reasonable. Although Song Shengwang's family was not a thing, she still had something to do with her. She had a good reputation in the village after going to see him, so she said, "Peace, you go with him." Look, I'm staring at the ribs on the stove."

Song Pingan nodded and went to Song Shengwang's house with them.

Before entering the door, he heard Brother Zhang Hua's voice cursing. Song Pingan couldn't figure out how a brother of his could cry better than a woman. Women should be hurt when they cry. How could this man...

Brother Song Wen came here once, and at first Song Shengwang's family didn't want them to be together, so they didn't treat him well. As soon as Song Shengwang was paralyzed, his parents came to him one after another.

When I entered the door, I saw Song Guangzong squatting at the door. When he saw them coming, his face immediately turned black. He picked up the bamboo pole next to him and said, "Song Ping'an, how dare you come!"

Brother Zhang Hua in the room also ran out when he heard his name, pointed at him with a sickle in his hand, and cursed: "Well, Song Ping'an, if you dare to come, I'll let the government arrest you. It's you who let me...let me..."

"Making your son crippled?" Xue Ming laughed.

Brother Zhang Hua looked at him again, "And you bastard, I won't let you go!"

Xue Ming crossed his arms, glanced into his room, and pretended to be profound: "I went to Fucheng recently to learn something. Did your family have a backache before being paralyzed? The bones seem to be crushed. What's the same as being cut?"

Brother Zhang Hua was taken aback, "How do you know? Is it your fault?"

"It doesn't matter who did it, but I know how to save him."

Song Ping'an didn't figure out what he meant, and it didn't look like he was here to find fault, and it was impossible to say he was here to help.

"The cold wind enters the body, coupled with excessive indulgence."

"You, what nonsense are you talking about?" Brother Zhang Hua wanted to rush up to beat him, but Song Guangzong stopped him. He asked, "Do you have a solution?"

The last time I saw him, he wanted to kill himself, but now he was honest, Xue Ming lost half of the fun, and said, "Yes, but isn't it too cheap for you just to tell you?"

Brother Zhang Hua immediately became vigilant and said, "What do you want?"

Xue Ming said lazily: "Don't worry, it won't be asking for your money."

"What way?" Brother Zhang Hua's eyes immediately lit up when he heard that he didn't want money.

But it was broken by Xue Ming in the next second, "I want the land, the land you cheated from Ping'an."

"You, you think beautifully, I bought it with money." Brother Zhang Hua's face changed immediately.

Xue Ming was not annoyed, he put his hand on Song Ping'an's shoulder, and said, "Then let's go back, your cousin doesn't need me to save him."

"Go away!" Song Guangzong quickly stood up, slapped Brother Zhang Hua, and said, "Please beg him for me for peace, and I will give you the land, but we have to make a written statement. give it back to you."

"Okay!" Xue Ming said that this is the best, and treat him with his own way. Before they used word games to cheat Song PingAn of his land, now he is also using word games to get it back. "But I can't read, so I have to find someone who can read to be a notary."

Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Song Guangzong said, "Then I'll invite the scholar from the east of the village over."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Brother Song Wen again, which meant that if he dared to expose him, he would never let him go.

Brother Song Wen originally wanted to remind him, but then he thought that it was Song Ping'an's land, and it wasn't Xue Ming's that he didn't need to remind him, so he pretended not to know.

After a while, a man dressed like a dog came with a torn paper fan. This man was dressed in a long gown of a scholar, who had washed it countless times, and looked up as if he was superior to others.

Xue Ming said: "Then start writing!"

When Song Guangzong went to invite someone, he stuffed Song Zhunzhong with a copper coin of two renminbi. Song Zhunzhong glanced at him contemptuously and said, "What's the hurry, you have to prepare your pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Song Guangzong said flatteringly: "Okay, good, good! Let people prepare for this, and they will be ready later."

When Zhang Zhunzhong was a child, his family was rich, so they sent him to a private school to study for a few years, and he knew some characters. In addition, he also liked to brag.

When the charcoal pens were ready, Song Guangzong said a sentence and he wrote a sentence. Many of them were typos, and he even wrote a few.

In the past few days, Song Ping'an has also been secretly reading characters. Looking at the words he wrote, he said directly: "I'm afraid this is not a word?"

Song Zhunzhong immediately slapped the table, "What are you talking about, how many words do you know?"

Song Ping'an was not afraid of him and said: "You have written all of Xue Ming's Xue wrongly, who are you bluffing?"

Song Zhunzhong's face immediately turned pale. He really didn't know how to write Xue Ming's multi-stroke Xue character, and said, "You are talking nonsense, how can you write it otherwise?"

Song Pingan grabbed the charcoal pen and said, "I will write."

As he spoke, he wrote the correct Xue on the yellow paper, and then added an inscription.

Xue Ming smiled without saying a word, he was really sweet in his heart, he never thought that his Pingan could secretly read and write his own name.

Although the writing is not very good-looking, but inexplicably want to hug him and kiss him.

"See clearly? This is Xue Ming's name." Song Pingan threw the charcoal on the table and stared at him, "If you dare to mess around with your thoughts, I won't be able to crawl back when I beat you."

Song Guangzong was also surprised, completely unaware that his nephew could still write: "Ping An, you, when will you know how to read and write?"

There is no need for Song Pingan to hide it from him, saying: "Go to Fucheng and learn from the gentleman who writes on the street."

Song Ping'an has indeed learned. When he was running business with Xue Ming, Xue Ming didn't let him do anything. It happened that there was a gentleman who set up a writing stall on the street. Whenever someone came to write, he would stand aside and watch how the gentleman wrote. I secretly remember that I am drawing a picture when I sleep at night.

Just the night before he came back, he also went to his husband to write two characters, which was exactly Xue Ming's name. It was difficult to write with too many strokes. He thought about it for a whole day, and it was the first time he wrote it just now.

The people who came to join in the fun all thought of themselves when they heard that Song Ping'an was not a word.

"Last time I found out that I wrote to my cousin. Do you think he will write me a few more pennies?"

"I remember when you said that, before my son gave..."

The big guy talked about what he had and what he didn't have, even Song Guangzong began to disbelieve him, and asked, "Zhunzhong, I asked you to write a letter to my relative who knew the county magistrate, did you..."

Song Zhunzhong's face was white and red, and he slapped the table, saying, "I, Song Zhunzhong, am that kind of person? You're bullying people too much!"

The old ladies around laughed again and again.

"Yes, yes! Some time ago, I asked you to write two words for my grandson, and you asked me for three pennies."

"Yeah, and before my son, I asked you to write a happy word, and you had to pay three pennies. I didn't expect you to know how to write. Fortunately, you were not asked to write, otherwise it would be a happy ending."

"Yes! Yes! I'm happy!"

Xue Ming picked up the charcoal pencil on the table, and said, "Since you can't write, don't waste your time. I still think you can really hit it, and you're just an idiot if you don't want to."

"Yes, idiot!"

Song Guangzong looked at his posture about to write, and asked quickly: "What are you going to do?"

"You think I really can't write?" Xue Ming looked at him and said with a smile, "If I can't write, how can I go to Fucheng to make money?"

Song Guangzong immediately realized that this person was lying to himself, and said: "Then you just..."

"I'm lying to you!" Xue Ming felt a little funny.

The corner of Song Guangzong's mouth twitched, suddenly wanting to hit him.

Xue Ming wrote the paper and said, "Press your handprint, your son is still waiting for you."

"You're cheating!" Song Guangzong blew his beard and stared angrily.

"Okay." Xue Ming pulled Song Ping'an around and left.

The onlookers all clicked their tongues twice, and understood how Song Ping'an's field was cheated away, and even said: "It's okay to be cruel, but if you don't save your own son, the tiger poison won't kill you."

Song Guangzong naturally wanted to save his son, after all, that was his only root, so he hurried up to stop Xue Ming: "Hold on, I'll hold on, you save your life first."

"I gave you a chance, but now I don't want to save you." Xue Ming said calmly.

"You have to save!" Song Guangzong said confidently, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If you do this, you will suffer bad retribution."

Xue Ming: "Your son is paralyzed like this, who is getting retribution."