Zhang Wenyong's tone became a little slower. He turned his head to the side and didn't look at Lian Xiaomin. He said calmly: "Originally, I never cared about these things among my relatives, and I didn't want to get involved... I might be a little lonely and prefer a quiet life."
"I live in Huzi's house because no one disturbs me. I practice martial arts every day, go hunting occasionally, and live freely in the mountains and forests. It's more fun than anything else. I don't have a good temper with my cousin Xie Xuwei..."
"…But when I was twelve years old, I had a wrestling contest with a kid from another village and I beat him. Later, he found more than ten people and took advantage of me being alone. They trapped me in a secluded place by the field and wanted to take revenge on me. They even broke my legs."
"It was Brother Xuwei who encountered this. He used a hoe to hit the other man's head until it bled. He helped me. He was only fifteen that year. Don't be fooled by his simple and honest appearance. He knows how to work hard in the fields. When he gets serious, he is also very fierce..."
Zhang Wenyong moved his legs and stretched them a bit, then continued, "...So I, Zhang Wenyong, accepted the favor and wanted to help him if anything went wrong."
"Just beating up Cheng Zhi doesn't seem to solve the problem. The problem is still mainly with Cheng Baoru. I don't know what happened... I haven't figured out how to solve it yet. I just came back, so I'll think about it carefully..."
When Lian Xiaomin heard that Zhang Wenyong's leg had been broken, she didn't pay much attention to what was said afterwards.
Her hand unconsciously clenched the corner of the table, and with a sudden force, a large piece of wood at the corner was instantly crushed.
Zhang Wenyong's leg movements stopped instantly, his eyes fixed on the corner of the table, he was stunned for a few seconds, then he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.
"Brother Sanyong, no one can break your legs except your father. What's the name of that guy? Which village is he from..."
Lian Xiaomin's eyes became sharp, and she pursed her lips as she looked at the person opposite her. She saw that his narrow eyebrows were filled with a smirk, and he said calmly, "After my leg is healed, I will immediately go and put sacks on them one by one and clean them all up. Don't worry."
Lian Xiaomin let out a light breath, and suddenly, subconsciously looked down, wow, it’s my table, I just bought it a few days ago... I was impulsive.
She had already made a plan in her mind that she could go to Chengjiazhuang tonight.
At this moment, the gate outside was knocked again. Zhang Wenyong got off the kang with one leg first and said, "Huzi and Doubao must have collected firewood for you. They must have collected it twice. The firewood pile in your yard is too shabby."
Lian Xiaomin grinned, followed him out, opened the door, and saw that it was indeed the two men, pulling a cart full of firewood on it.
She quickly opened the gate and let them in. Doubao said, "Your house is really easy to spot. Brother Sanyong said, it's the one at the foot of the mountain. Look at the top of the courtyard wall. It's the one without the firewood pile in winter."
Lian Xiaomin scratched his head and chuckled twice. They piled the firewood against the wall of the courtyard. Lian Xiaomin let them go into the house. Hu Zi said, "Don't go in. We brothers need to go get two more carts of firewood."
So Zhang Wenyong also took an axe from her house, followed her out, and went up the mountain with the tractor.
Lian Xiaomin closed the gate and didn't bolt it.
I went back to the east room and took a quick look. Zhang Wenyong had been there for an hour, and the two kids were probably about to wake up.
Xiaofu just woke up and was climbing up to reach the small toy on the kang, but Xiaoya was still sleeping.
Because they had to heat the kang, hot water was also being boiled on the stove. She prepared a basin of water for Xiaofu to wash his hands with, then took out a small bowl filled with small pieces of sweet pear and let him eat it himself.
"Xiaofu, the brothers will be back soon to help us collect firewood. Can you let them know? A polite baby will let them know."
"In a little while, Brother Sanyong from Uncle Shengli's family will come and give you some roasted sweet potatoes. There will also be Brother Huzi and Brother Doubao."
The little kid nodded, followed suit and practiced speaking, looking up and saying, "Xiaofu can also collect firewood when he grows up, and burn it for his sister to keep her warm."
Lian Xiaomin thought to herself, how many years will it take to wait, you little kid?
She said, "You need to eat more and sleep more, then you can grow up quickly and help me with work!"
"Hmm!" Xiaofu grumbled and took a small piece of pear flesh to eat.
At this time, the little girl also woke up and started to make noises.
I looked over and saw that the baby must have urinated, so I took out a special basin, added water of appropriate temperature, washed the baby, and changed the baby into a new diaper.
This time Xiao Ya felt comfortable. She put the baby on the kang, leaning against the pile of quilts. Lian Xiaomin packed up her things and planned to feed her some apple puree later.
In the afternoon, she took Xiao Ya to continue practicing crawling. She watched from the side and let her exercise more on the big kang.
Lian Xiaomin was taking care of the baby while planning what to do tonight.
She wanted to go to the Cheng family to find out. Many things that were difficult for others to find out were easy for her.
In the afternoon, the three men brought back two more cartloads of firewood.
Now she is very rich.
Looking at the firewood pile in her yard that had risen above the wall and was sticking out, she was so happy that she kept smiling.
She invited the three people into the house to wash their hands, then sat on the big kang in the east room for a while, and brewed three pots of tea with hot water to entertain everyone.
Xiaofu immediately started to show off: "Sanyongguo!" he called out in his crisp baby voice.
Then she pouted her lips and looked carefully at the other two brothers she hadn't met yet. Lian Xiaomin pointed at Doubao and Huzi and said, "This is brother Doubao, and this is brother Huzi."
Xiaofu immediately opened his mouth and said, "Bean curd pot, tiger pot pot~"
Several people touched Xiaofu's little head, and the little guy sat down at the kang table in a proper manner, lying on Zhang Wenyong's thighs familiarly, looking at his cup of steaming tea.
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