The slag attack is no longer scum [Quick travel]

After the nightmare beast devoured Wen Xiuyu's dream, another person came to him.

The young man is about 22, about three years old, wearing coarse linen clothes from the ancient countryside, dusty, but it is difficult to conceal his beauty, picturesque eyebrows, a little red cinnabar mole between the eyebrows, slender body, weak wind to support willows, and squint eyes Tears are like autumn water, so pitiful that people have no pity, but there is tiredness and frustration in his eyes that can't be melted away. Meng Xiangbei even saw bruises and purple purples being beaten on his exposed skin. traces left behind.

"He forgot the oath he made to me at the beginning, he forgot that he said that he would be good to me, Mao Mao, for the rest of his life..." The beauty wept, crying blood.

Meng Xiangbei accepted his commission and began to weave dreams.

Meng Xiangbei hadn't opened it yet, his head was a little groggy, as if he was drunk, and there was a wave of irritability and violence in his chest, as if he wanted to do something to vent it out.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he was holding a wooden stool in his hand, and was trying to smash it to the opposite side.

He raised his eyes and met a terrified face.

It was a young man of about 22, three years old, wearing gray patched coarse cloth clothes, with a slender figure, and the willows were supported by the weak wind, as if they would be blown down by a gust of wind.He was extremely good-looking, with exquisite facial features, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and a little red cinnabar mole on the center of his brows, which added a bit of beauty to his cleanliness.

It's just that he is obviously malnourished, there is not much flesh on his face, his skin is yellowish, with a faint blue color of frailty.

If so, after taking a look, a look of surprise flashed across Meng Xiangbei's eyes.

Meng Xiangbei thought, if young people can be well cared for, in modern times, even if they have no talent, they can still become traffic stars who depend on their appearance for a living.

The young man stepped back, leaning his back against the wall, clenched his fingers, his eyes widened slightly, and his face was full of horror.

It looked like a mouse caught by a cat, even if it was about to be eaten.

There is no doubt that Meng Xiangbei is the cat.

Meng Xiangbei's eyes fell on the wooden bench on his right hand again, and he immediately understood.

This is the scene of domestic violence!

Two wine bottles rolled down on the ground, Meng Xiangbei frowned slightly, his head was still groggy, as expected he drank a lot of wine.

"I don't have any money anymore, so I'll give you all the money. The day after tomorrow, I'll sell the purse I sewed. I want to give it to you." The young man tremblingly discussed with Meng Xiangbei, his voice was soft and pleading With a calm tone, his body bowed slightly, and he made a defensive posture. He carefully observed Meng Xiangbei, and his eyes fell on the wooden bench in Meng Xiangbei's hand from time to time.

Meng Xiangbei immediately realized something, let go of his hand quickly, and the wooden stool fell to the ground with a "pop".

Lin Zeqing was so frightened that her body trembled.

Meng Xiangbei hurried forward to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, I have no intention of hitting you."

Lin Zeqing looked at the wooden bench thrown on the ground, then at Meng Xiangbei who was explaining to him, and was startled. When Meng Xiangbei approached, his body tensed subconsciously, like a little hedgehog with thorns , with thorns to protect themselves.

He seemed to be afraid that Meng Xiangbei would notice and forced himself to relax.

"I, I know." He lowered his eyes and said timidly.

As soon as Meng Xiangbei heard it, he knew that he didn't believe it.

He was about to say something when there was a loud noise outside, getting closer and closer.

"Brother Qing, come out quickly, your Mao Mao is injured."

"Brother Qing, brother Qing..."

Before Meng Xiangbei could react, Lin Zeqing had already rushed out.

Meng Xiangbei quickly followed out.

Outside, there are a few villagers and a few crying children.

A tall and strong young man came over with a child in his arms.

The child was about three or four years old. His clothes were thin, the fabric was old and rough, and his face was yellow and thin. His right leg was injured by something, and the calf was bleeding continuously. After a while, a small piece of bright red blood was left on the ground.

The child was crying, tears kept falling, he turned to see Lin Zeqing.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts so much..."

Lin Zeqing rushed over and hugged the child, her body trembling uncontrollably, tears falling down uncontrollably, "Maomao, what's the matter, why did you get hurt?"

"Brother Qing, Maomao fell from the mountain."

Four-year-old Mao Mao secretly followed a few brothers in the village up the mountain today. He didn't want to fall down when it rained yesterday and the road was slippery. His leg hit a rock and blood flowed out all at once.

"There was a lot of blood, and Mao Mao kept crying for pain along the way, and I don't know if this leg is broken or not, and whether it can be healed."

"Brother Qing, don't worry, we have already called Doctor Huang from the village, and he will come over later."

The villagers comforted Lin Zeqing one after another.

"Maomao, tell me, why are you going to the mountain? How many times have you told me that you are not allowed to go to the mountain? Why don't you listen!" Lin Zeqing questioned in a trembling voice, and the volume couldn't help being raised.

"Tell me, why are you so disobedient? If you have any troubles, how will you let me live?"

"Ah, don't cry." Maomao stretched out her skinny little hand, struggling to wipe Lin Zeqing's tears.

"Maomao wants to help Ah Mo make money."

As he said, he took out something from his bosom, it was a bunch of small mushrooms, there were about a dozen of them.

Everyone understood at once.

In the past two days, some foreigners have come to the village to buy mushrooms, but the prices are relatively low. The adults are busy working in the fields, and only some half-grown teenagers or brothers will go to the mountains to pick mushrooms after finishing their homework.However, the road on the mountain is not easy to walk, and children under the age of ten are not allowed to go up.

This Mao Mao probably knew that this could make money, so he secretly followed, but he was only four years old.

"Ah Mo is too hard, Maomao wants to make money for Ah Mo." The child kept crying because of the pain in his legs, but he comforted Lin Zeqing sensiblely.

Some of the people present couldn't help but secretly wiped their tears.

Alas, Lin Zeqing and his son are suffering enough.

Lin Zeqing held Mao Mao's hand tightly, her heart hurt, but she couldn't scold her no matter what.

He is miserable Mao Mao.

"Doctor Huang is here."

The crowd immediately gave way, and someone hurried over with an old doctor.

"Quick, carry him into the house, the old man will have a look."

Lin Zeqing personally carried Maomao into the room. After Dr. Huang calmed down a bit, he immediately took Maomao's pulse and checked the condition of his legs.

Lin Zeqing had been observing the expression on Dr. Huang's face, seeing that his expression was becoming more and more serious, and her heart skipped a beat, almost limp on the ground.

He clenched his hands tightly and tried his best to give himself courage so that he could not fall down.

Doctor Huang pondered for a moment, then said in a serious tone: "The situation is not very good. Not only is there a fracture, but there are also some fractures. I can't see this. I can only go to the county to find a doctor."

Lin Zeqing's legs went limp and she almost sat down.

Everyone knows that the doctors in the county are good, but how many people in the village can respect the doctors there.

Lin Zeqing was almost desperate.

The family had no money at all, and Meng Xiangbei snatched the money he made for selling purses some time ago. Even if it was still there, the dozens of copper coins were not enough.

"Then take Maomao to the county town to see a doctor, I'll hug him, and we'll go now." A person suddenly broke in and spoke.

Meng Xiangbei went forward to hug the injured Mao Mao from Lin Zeqing's arms. Lin Zeqing saw him and hugged him even tighter, with fear in his eyes, as if he was afraid that he would harm Mao Mao.

"what happened?"

Meng Xiangbei didn't have time to think, he hugged Mao Mao from the stiff Lin Zeqing's arms, weighed it, and comforted him: "Maomao won't cry, Daddy will take you to see a doctor, the pain will soon be gone."

The surroundings were silent for a few seconds.

"But, we have no money." Lin Zeqing reminded cautiously.

Meng Xiangbei's body froze. After thinking about it for a moment, he was embarrassed. Their house was completely empty, and they had no other money except the dozens of copper coins he had just grabbed in his pocket.

He quickly recovered, showing sincerity, and begged the villagers: "Folks, you have just heard that Maomao needs to go to the county to see a doctor, but our family really does not have enough money. Can the villagers lend some to the boy? I can sign the IOU, and I will definitely pay it back in the future. Maomao is still so young, if he can’t go to the county to see a doctor, his legs will be disabled. Folks, just think of me as Meng Xiangbei, begging you, I don’t have your kindness. Unforgettable teeth."

The villagers looked at each other, surprised that Meng Xiangbei would actually want to take Maomao to the county to find a doctor.

Whether Meng Xiangbei's family has money or not, as fellow countrymen, they know after living together for so long.

But they also knew about Meng Xiangbei's character.

Regardless of what Meng Xiangbei said, once the money is lent out, it will be no different from wasting money.

Knowing that it is the money that will not be returned, no one would want to suffer this loss.

But thinking of the sad Lin Zeqing, thinking of such a filial and small Mao Mao, they still couldn't bear it after all.

"I'll lend you 200 coppers."

"I'll lend you 150 coppers."

"I have 300 coppers."

As the first one opened his mouth to borrow money, other villagers spoke up one after another, and the people who followed up also squeezed out some money to help out. In the same village, most people are blood relatives of the same clan. On weekdays, which family has difficulties? , will also help out.

Meng Xiangbei asked the village head to help write an IOU for them, and took Maomao to the county seat after taking the borrowed money.

"My family has an ox cart, I'll take you there." Meng Daniu, Meng Xiangbei's neighbor, said.

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Big Niu."

Meng Daniu was driving the ox cart in front, and Meng Xiangbei sat on the ox cart with Mao Mao and Lin Zeqing in his arms.

Meng Xiangbei wanted to appease Mao Mao, but found that the child was very repulsive to him, so he had no choice but to return Mao Mao to Lin Zeqing.

Lin Zeqing couldn't wait to take Maomao over. She probably had this idea a long time ago, but she didn't dare to say it.

It took half an hour to get from the village to the county seat, but the doctor Suoxing was really capable. He cleaned the wound on Mao Mao's leg, sprinkled medicine, made a splint, and prescribed medicine.

"Take care of him well, don't let his leg get hurt again, don't go to the ground, don't let the wound touch the water, keep drinking the medicine, and he will be healed in about three to four months." Xiang Bei and Lin Zeqing ordered.

"Okay, doctor, we will remember it, and we will definitely pay attention to it." Lin Zeqing listened carefully and responded quickly.

Doctors in the county are indeed expensive, but what is more expensive is the medicinal materials used in the prescriptions. The borrowed money is almost used up, and the medicine packs are only enough for three days.

Lin Zeqing's soft little face was full of sorrow, her eyes were flushed, and she held back her tears.

After leaving the medicine hall, several people got into the bullock cart again. It was still Lin Zeqing who was holding Mao Mao. After a toss, Mao Mao was exhausted and fell asleep in Lin Zeqing's arms.

Lin Zeqing hugged him, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the sweat on his forehead carefully.

Sweat had already wet Mao Mao's hair on his forehead, and his body seemed to be sweating too.

"Can you hug Maomao? I took off my coat, his body was covered with sweat, and he would catch a cold if the wind blows." Lin Zeqing looked at Meng Xiangbei with eyes as moist as autumn water, and spoke cautiously.

Meng Xiangbei thought, if it wasn't inconvenient for him to take off his coat while holding Mao Mao, he probably wouldn't talk to him.

Don't ask him why he knows, go by intuition.

Meng Xiangbei didn't take Maomao, Lin Zeqing lowered his eyes, he didn't expect Meng Xiangbei to be unwilling to help even this favor, but it's not surprising.

At this moment, a piece of clothing was draped over Mao Mao's body. Lin Zeqing touched the clothing, and suddenly felt the human body temperature remaining on it.

Lin Zeqing raised her eyes and looked at Meng Xiangbei in surprise.

Meng Xiangbei bowed his head and wrapped the clothes around Mao Mao, and said, "I am Mao Mao's father, this is what I should do, and I am a man, you are a brother, it is more appropriate for me to take off my clothes."

Lin Zeqing was surprised, but quickly closed her eyes and regained her composure.

"Don't worry too much, Mao Mao will be fine, and I will earn the follow-up medical expenses."

Lin Zeqing trembled while holding Mao Mao's fingertips, but still lowered her eyes and did not speak.

Meng Xiangbei didn't say much either.

At this moment, a few delicate voices suddenly came from the street.

"Oh, isn't this Meng Tongsheng? Where is this going by bullock cart? Why don't you come into Manchunyuan?"

"Meng Tongsheng, brother Chunxiao misses you."

"..."

Meng Xiangbei raised his eyes stiffly and looked at Manchunyuan, a famous brothel in the county town, where there were prostitutes and artisans.

The original owner used to come to Manchun Courtyard to drink often, and fell in love with the naughty Xiao brother in it, who is quite good-looking, but in the eyes of Nightmare Beast, the original owner is blind, and Lin Zeqing is the first-class beauty.

Meng Xiangbei thought of something, and immediately turned to look at Lin Zeqing beside him.

Lin Zeqing glanced at him lightly, her emotions didn't fluctuate in any way, probably because she couldn't hear him, or maybe she didn't care.

Well, it is simply impossible not to hear.

The bullock cart passed by Manchunyuan, and those voices gradually became inaudible.

"Brother Qing, I, I did come here before, but I just came here to drink in a bad mood. I didn't have anything to do with other people inside. Really, you must believe me." Meng Xiangbei immediately raised his hand. Swear with three fingers, showing your attitude, "I did something wrong before, and it's not a good place, I won't go there in the future, I will live a good life with you and Maomao."

Lin Zeqing still lowered her eyes, didn't look at him, and just said lightly, "Well, I see."

Meng Xiangbei was slumped. Judging from his tone, he obviously didn't believe it.

Meng Xiangbei didn't know what to say. It seemed that what he said now was useless. He could only wait for a good performance in the future and prove it with practical actions.

Then there was no words at all.

A tear accidentally fell on the fur-wrapped clothes, Lin Zeqing hurriedly wiped it carefully, he turned his head to the other side, so that Meng Xiangbei could not see his red eyes.

Meng Xiangbei is sorting out the information of this dream.

This is a world without women, only men and brothers.

Men are generally stronger and more powerful, while elder brothers are slender and petite, with softer features, and elder brothers have a cinnabar mole between their eyebrows. They are fertile.

Meng Xiangbei is a man, and Lin Zeqing is a brother. They have a boy named Mao Mao.

The country they live in is Dasheng Dynasty, and they live in Dahe Village.

In Dahe Village, most people have the surname Meng.

Meng Xiangbei's Ah Mo, the mother who gave birth to him, died of bleeding when she gave birth to Meng Xiangbei.Meng Xiangbei was brought up by his father alone.

Meng's father is a hunter with good skills and can often hunt prey. Because of this, the father and son live a good life. Meng Xiangbei also grew up with snacks, clothing and warmth.

When he grew up, Meng's father sent Meng Xiangbei to a school. Meng Xiangbei was very talented in learning, and he soon became known as a child prodigy.

The Dasheng Dynasty emphasized literature over military affairs, and scholars were proud of scholars everywhere.

But it is difficult to become a scholar and obtain fame.

But the little Meng Xiangbei showed a shocking talent.

At the age of 12, he took the exam and got the case of a child student. Now, the whole county was in an uproar.

People lamented that Meng Xiangbei was a genius. Congratulations to Meng’s father for having such a talented son. They all seemed to see the not-too-distant future.

Father Meng was also happy, and even secretly wiped away tears many nights.

However, there is a word called "Shang Zhongyong", and Meng Xiangbei is one of "Zhongyong".

Becoming famous at a young age made him proud and conceited, made him used to compliments from others, and made him slack off in his studies. Coupled with the leadership of some wealthy dudes, Meng Xiangbei seldom studied, but went to eat, drink and have fun. up.

This also caused Meng Xiangbei to fail directly in the talent examination.

From the beginning of the case to the failure of the ranking, Meng Xiangbei couldn't accept it for a while. At this time, there were already some mocking voices around.

Another year, he took the exam again and failed again. At this time, Meng Xiangbei was reprimanded by his wife, and there were more and more mocking voices around him.

What kind of genius, what kind of child prodigy, not at all, really thought that there was something special about him.

The little Meng Xiangbei couldn't bear such a disparate treatment and vision at all, and his psychology collapsed, so no matter how Meng's father tried to appease him, it was useless to do ideological work.

He just studied hard and vowed to be admitted as a scholar, so that everyone who looked down on him would look down on him with admiration.

But God seems to be against him. For several years in a row, he took the exam every year and failed every year. In the end, he was jokingly called a "must fail" boy student.

After several years of blows, Meng Xiangbei completely denied himself.

He is still studying and studying, but he is just dawdling. When he grows up, he no longer takes part in the imperial examination and does not go to work. He stays at home all day and relies on Meng's father to hunt for a living.

The author has something to say: A new world has begun~