In fact, she also knew how difficult it was to find relatives in ancient times, and it was probably impossible to find them.
Fu Ciyi was stunned. On the seventh day of the first lunar month, when she found out that she was not a daughter of the Yan family, she was so calm.
He was surprised by her calmness and composure at that time.
At this moment, she is like thousands of ordinary girls, longing for family affection.
Seeing this, a corner of his heart suddenly softened.
Wan Niang comforted her: "You will find it, you will."
Afraid that she would be cold, Wan Niang pulled the quilt over her belly.
Fu Beimo suddenly burst into tears: "Wow, my sister-in-law is so pitiful. She doesn't have the love of her own mother."
Wan Niang had just persuaded her daughter-in-law, and now her youngest son was crying like this, wouldn't it make her daughter-in-law cry again?
Then he said: "Bei Mo, go and play."
Fu Beimo stopped crying immediately: "Then I'll go."
He stepped out of the door and turned to look at Yan Funing.
Seeing that she was feeling better and her mother was loving her, he ran away with peace of mind.
He went to play for a while, just for a while, and then came to see his sister-in-law.
He ran all the way to the big tree in the village, but he didn't expect that his friends who used to play well with him ignored him.
Many people saw him and turned and ran away.
Fu Beimo turned around and was stopped by a teenager named Ali: "Hey, do you know why others don't want to play with you?"
"Why?"
Fu Beimo looked at him. Ali in front of him was wearing tattered clothes and no one had ever played with him before.
Ali took out the grass in his mouth and said, "I'm hungry. Can you give me something to eat? I'll tell you when I'm full."
"You wait."
Fu Beimo ran back home and took a bowl of leftover noodles from the kitchen.
My mother made too much noodles this morning and we couldn’t finish them, so she left a bowl, but it was already clumping together.
The clumping noodles were not very tasty, so Fu Beimo put two pieces of fried tofu on the noodles.
While everyone in the family was in his brother and sister-in-law's room, he held the bowl and walked quickly back to the big tree.
I don’t know why, but the usually bustling place is now deserted.
Ali looked at the food in his hand, smacked his lips, and swallowed his saliva: "Is this for me?"
Fu Beimo nodded: "The noodles were made by my mother, and the fried tofu was made by my sister-in-law. After you finish eating, you have to tell me why they ignored me."
Ali took the bowl: "Where are the chopsticks?"
Fu Beimo smiled and said, "I forgot."
Ali looked at his own hands and smiled: "It's okay, I'll use my hands."
Fu Beimo saw that his hands were black and frowned, "Your hands are too dirty. Go get some well water and wash them."
If the elder brother knew that his bowl was taken away by a dirty boy, he would definitely give him a glare.
Ali put the bowl on the stone table, drew some well water, and washed his hands several times.
After washing, she showed her hand to Fu Beimo: "Is it clean enough?"
Fu Beimo looked carefully and frowned again: "The gap between the nails."
Ali washed his hands again, and this time they were cleaner than ever before.
Seeing that his hands were finally clean, Fu Beimo nodded and said, "Eat."
Ali picked up the bowl, tilted his head back and drank a mouthful of soup. Because there was not much soup in the noodles, after one mouthful, he had a lot of noodles in his mouth.
“It’s delicious. This is the best noodles I’ve ever had.”
Fu Beimo smiled: "Fried tofu is also delicious, my sister-in-law made it."
Ali lowered his head and took a bite of a piece of fried tofu. Soon his eyes lit up.
Without having time to talk, he ate the remaining noodles in a slurp, and finally there was only one piece of fried tofu left, which he savored carefully.
I ate a bowl of noodles without even using my hands.
Fu Beimo also drew water from the well, washed the bowl, and placed it on the stone table.
"Can you tell me the reason?"
Ali wiped his mouth and said, "Some people went from house to house telling people that your brother is not a good teacher and that you are a fool."
"I'm a fool, what does it have to do with my brother being a teacher?"
"They say your brother is a fool. How can a fool's brother be a good teacher? If your brother is a fool, your brother might be foolish too. They also say you will go crazy. When the time comes, you go to the village school to see your brother. If he beats up the students, where will you go to seek justice? After all, you are a fool."
Fu Beimo got angry when he heard this and hurried home to tell people.
Realizing that he hadn't taken the bowl, he turned back.
"Come back with me and repeat to my brother what you just said to me."
Ali nodded: "Okay."
The two walked outside the fence.
Ali stopped and said, "Well, my clothes are dirty, so I'm standing here. Call your brother over and I'll talk to him."
Fu Beimo said "hmm", put the bowl back to the kitchen, and then went to the door of the west wing.
"Brother, some people call me a fool, saying that a fool's brother is also a fool and can't teach well."
Fu Ciyi, who was copying, put down his pen and asked, "Who said that?"
Fu Beimo: "Come out, someone will tell you."
Fu Ciyi got up and walked out of the house, and saw a teenager about the same age as his younger brother standing outside the fence with a slightly frown on his face.
This person's clothes are not much better than a beggar's. Could it be that he is insulting his brother?
Ali rubbed his hands nervously. He had seen Fu Beimo's brother from afar.
Seeing him up close at this moment, he inexplicably felt a kind of oppression from him, which made him afraid.
He took two steps back and stammered, "Yes, it's the Hu family. The Hu family is doing bad things behind my back..."
Only then did Fu Ciyi realize that every time the village head notified a family that school was about to start, the Hu family would come to their door and speak ill of him.
They exaggerated Bei Mo's stupidity for no reason, saying that he would go crazy at any time, causing everyone in the village to avoid Bei Mo.
Fu Beimo asked: "Brother, no one wants to play with me, can I play with Ali?"
Ali hesitated and said, "I am Ali, and I am fifteen years old."
Fu Ciyi said nothing.
The dirty boy in front of him was actually one year older than Bei Mo, but looked thinner than Bei Mo.
Fu Beimo added, "There's no one else to play with Ali, so it's just right for him to keep me company."
Fu Ciyi thought that his brother was too naive and he had to be on guard against him. So he asked, "Who is home and where is it?"
Ali pointed to the left and said, "Go a little further and that shabby house is my home. My home, there's no one else at home but me."
Fu Ciyi asked again, "Why haven't I seen you in the village recently?"
Ali replied: "I went to my grandmother's house during the Chinese New Year and returned after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."
Fu Beimo helped and said, "Actually, he didn't go back. His grandmother's family couldn't afford to support him anymore, so he was sent back."
After hearing this, Fu Ciyi finally agreed to let his brother go play with him.
The two teenagers ran away immediately.
When Fu Ciyi returned to his room, Wan Niang asked him who he was talking to.
Fu Ciyi briefly explained the matter.
Wan Niang sighed, "I know that Ali. He was born not long ago when we first arrived in this village. His father hoped he would be strong enough to do farm work, so he named him Ali. But not long after, his mother ran away with someone. His father went looking for her, but couldn't find her, so he just kept drinking all day. His family was already poor, and now they're even poorer. Later, we moved to the county town, and I never heard anything about them again."
Yan Funing reminded her: "Mother, the focus of the matter is not Ali, but the Hu family is not only talking about Bei Mo, but also about my husband."
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