Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Zhuang Dalang was pushed to the ground, and before he could get up, the book was smashed down on his head and face, and a corner of the book hit his forehead, causing a burst of pain.

He could only cover his head and face with his hands, and when the books were all smashed, the other party relieved a little. He put down his hand to pick up his book, but was trampled on.

He looked up, and couldn't help showing resentment in his eyes.

When the other party saw his eyes, he was excited, and he ground his foot on his book and said: "Why, you are angry, you want to hit me? Coward, do you have the guts?"

Seeing that Zhuang Dalang was avoiding his gaze, the other party immediately became more angry, stepped on his hand directly, and said with a vicious expression: "Don't dare, just dare not, you are just the son of a servant, what qualifications do you have?" Sit with me and read?"

Zhuang Dalang blushed and retorted: "My father is not a servant, he is an aide!"

"Eat my house, drink from my house, use my house, serve and take care of my father, what is it not to be a servant?" The other party sneered and said, "Staff? That's just a better name, they are all servants!"

"You!" Zhuang Dalang blushed with anger, stretched out his hand and pushed him, grabbed the books on the floor and ran away.

The other party was pushed backwards by him, but fortunately he was caught by his companions, but he was still furious and shouted: "Zhuang Dalang, you dare to hit me!"

After finishing speaking, he called his friends and shouted: "Catch him, I will make him look good today!"

Zhuang Dalang ran out of the school, didn't stop much, and ran home directly.

But his house is in a corner of the backyard of the Governor's Mansion, and going home is equivalent to going back to the Governor's Mansion.

He stared at the Governor's Mansion angrily, not understanding why their family had to stay in this ghostly place.

Mr. Zhuang turned the corner with a piece of meat in his hand, and saw Zhuang Dalang standing not far from the door, he was slightly stunned, "Dalang? You don't study in school, why are you here?"

Zhuang Dalang looked back and saw his father. He could no longer hold back the grievance in his heart. He threw the book at him angrily and shouted: "I won't study anymore!"

Mr. Zhuang saw a wound on his forehead, but he was still very angry when he saw him throwing the book like this, "How can you throw the book? Pick it up!"

If it had been before, Zhuang Dalang might have picked it up because of his father's majesty, but now his heart was full of resentment. He hated Du Yao who beat him, himself, and his father even more, so he didn't pick it up, but yelled at him. : "I said, I don't want to study anymore, I hate studying, I hate studying in school, I also hate Longzhou, I hate everything here."

After all, he turned and ran in the other direction.

After two steps, Mr. Zhuang picked up all the scattered books on the ground with a sullen face.

He took his things home first, and then went out to look for Zhuang Dalang, but he didn't find anyone until evening, and he didn't know where he went.

But he still knew what happened in the school, because Mrs. Du of the governor's mansion specially asked the steward to come over and ask him, "...how did you teach the child? Beating up your husband in the school is simply repaying kindness with revenge."

But his son knew that although Zhuang Dalang was disobedient occasionally, he was not a person who would take the initiative to fight.

Mr. Zhuang did not admit the crime, but said softly: "I will investigate this matter and give the governor and Mr. Da Lang an explanation."

There are not only Du Yao and Zhuang Dalang students in the school, but naturally there are also those who do not love Du Yao. Mr. Zhuang is very popular, and he soon met a few teenagers who went to school together through a few friends, and he knew when he asked. thing.

It was also this moment that made Mr. Zhuang hesitate whether he still needed to stay in Longzhou.

Zhuang Dalang came back by himself, but he didn't want to talk to his father, so he decided to unilaterally break off friendship with his father.

Mrs. Ji looked at the father and son who were silent, sighed involuntarily, and took the initiative to break the silence, "Is the assassin Da Lang seriously injured? Shall we send some gifts of apology?"

Zhuang Dalang said sharply, "Is he injured?"

Mr. Zhuang said at the same time: "No need."

Hearing his son's loud voice, Mr. Zhuang couldn't help frowning, and couldn't help admonishing him: "What are you doing so loudly? Even if you are arguing with others, you should remember the most basic etiquette. How is it proper to shout like this?"

"What decency? Is it decency to be called the son of a servant?"

Mr. Zhuang's face was bruised, and Mrs. Ji was also very angry. She patted him and said, "Why did you talk to your father? When someone said something about your father, you should refute it. Instead, use such words to stab your father. I Is that what I taught you every day?"

"He is the son of the governor, you all live under their family, how can I refute it? Can I refute it?" Zhuang Dalang shouted: "You will only make me endure, I don't understand why you must live in the governor's mansion , must go to the same school as Mr. Lang of the governor's mansion, our family has no power and power, why must we sharpen our heads and drill in?"

Mr. Zhuang pursed his lips, and asked with trembling lips, "Do you miss me that much?"

"Aren't you?" Zhuang Dalang shouted while wiping his tears: "For your imperial examination, the family sold all the land, and my mother and I suffered hardships with you. With the humiliation of the governor's office, is your future so important?"

Madam Ji's eyes were red, and she stretched out her hand to pat him, "How could you misunderstand your father so much? He just wants to fight for his breath and ask for justice..."

Zhuang Dalang was beaten by Mrs. Ji, his back straightened, and he refused to let go, "Why? The Chen family has a big business, and even Yizhou has taken care of it. Our family has traveled so many places, and we can only find it here in Longzhou. A little work, you still want to challenge the Chen family, how do you call it, how do you call it?"

Mrs. Ji was so angry that she slapped him.

Hitting people doesn't slap people in the face. In the past, when Mrs. Ji got angry, she would just slap Zhuang Dalang a few times, and she would never slap people in the face.

This knocked Zhuang Dalang into a daze, he looked at his mother in disbelief, and Mrs. Ji also felt a little regretful, she looked at him helplessly, and was about to apologize, Zhuang Dalang yelled: "I hate you!"

After all, he pushed his parents away and ran outside.

Mr. Zhuang sat on the chair slumped, and said after a while: "Let him go, he can't run far."

Mrs. Ji said guiltily: "It's because I didn't teach the child well."

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "It's my fault. I've been busy with the things ahead these years, and raising children is a matter for parents to do together."

What's more, what the child said may not be all wrong, he has indeed gotten into a dead end in the past few years.

Mr. Zhuang became a little confused, maybe the child was right, so what if he wins the fight?