All he could remember from those five years was how his grandmother and her family repeatedly succeeded, and how his mother would cry helplessly each time.
She would always say, "It's good that Daddy is back."
But Father still hasn't come back!
Even in his dreams, after he grew up, he never saw his father return. Instead, he became a high-ranking official and would return to the ruined Sweetwater Village every year to wait for his father to come back.
However……
My head started hurting again.
Futu slurped up a sweet persimmon.
Suppress the thoughts in your mind.
It's good that Mother is still alive. If Father comes back, let him die and go back to his old ways, the gloomy little Buddha thought to himself.
After he finished eating the persimmons, he washed his little hands and started helping to tend the fire, occasionally telling Su Jiaoniang about what was happening at the school.
For example, someone is so stupid, they have to memorize an ancient poem so many times.
Su Jiaoniang was chopping vegetables, listening attentively to Xiao Futu's mutterings. Children's lives were naive yet interesting, although Futu disliked his classmates who were clean in the morning but returned from the private school with snot hanging from their noses in the evening.
But when he talked about those children, his tone was gentle.
People can be gentle too.
At this moment, Su Jiaoniang felt that she had corrected the child a lot.
Staring at the pagoda, Su Jiaoniang felt that she couldn't keep suppressing her child. A smart child should have his own future, although she thought that peace, joy, and good health were enough.
But that's her opinion, not the child's.
"What do you want to do in the future?" Su Jiaoniang asked.
Futu's eyes lit up: "I want everyone to listen to me."
"..." This is impossible to implement. Even if the emperor makes a decision, there will be court officials and censors who will come to refute it and offer their advice with their lives: "Why don't you change your mind?"
Lu Futu was discouraged.
What other ideas does he have?
As long as the family is doing well, that's all that matters.
However, they always felt that someone wanted to harm them.
Especially Rong Zhen, who is in the capital. It doesn't matter for him now, but what if he suddenly feels like coming to Lucheng again? What should be done then?
Futu's face was somewhat serious.
Su Jiaoniang stared at the child's face and sighed inwardly, "The child is really good-looking."
After finishing his work, he pushed his cart towards the county town to continue selling his jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes).
Lu Wujiu wanted to follow, but Changsheng stopped him: "Uncle, you're not going to give me any more lessons. Why don't I go out with you?"
Changsheng's voice carried a hint of resentment. Everyone in his family had gone out, leaving him alone every time. He felt unhappy and uncomfortable, and wanted to turn evil and become a tyrannical ruler.
Lu Wujiu paused for a moment.
Staring at the short, unkempt haircut: "Big print, add ten more sheets."
"Royal Uncle!" Changsheng's roar echoed in the courtyard, startling the sparrows in the trees.
Lu Wujiu stayed where he was, keeping the young emperor company.
The little emperor of the province might do something strange out of boredom.
He lifted a thick layer of Xuan paper from the bookshelf, covered with the writings left by the Buddha.
Although the child was quite rebellious and showed no respect for his father, what could a father do? He had to endure it, and if he really couldn't stand it, he would give him a beating.
The calligraphy on the Xuan paper improved rapidly, penetrating deeply and bearing a subtle resemblance to his own handwriting.
The difference is that the child's handwriting is somewhat unconventional, with sharp strokes. His handwriting reflects his personality; he will grow up to be even more cold-blooded and cruel than he is now.
Suddenly his hand paused, and his gaze fell on the poems.
"Uncle, don't you feel angry and incompetent when you see this?"
Changsheng, holding a brush, walked up to Lu Wujiu. Seeing the words on the Xuan paper, he suddenly thought of how much his godmother missed her deceased husband, and then thought of his imperial uncle, who cared about someone but never took the initiative to pursue him.
There's no chance now, so it's better to wait until he grows up and make his godmother his bride.
It's just that my godmother will be middle-aged by then, which will be a bit awkward.
Lu Wujiu smiled when he heard Changsheng's words.
Because the human skin mask on his face made his smile seem forced and insincere.
Changsheng felt a little uneasy.
Lu Wujiu put away the Xuan paper in his hand. He remembered that the woman had lied to him, saying that it was written by a man named Li Bai whom her husband knew. Did he know anyone named Li Bai?
Women change so much in just a few years.
Perhaps back then, he never really took a serious look at it.
My first half of life was a blur.
Does the Su family like him?
Based on just one night, six years of suffering, if he were her, he would hate him, not look forward to him.
My heart suddenly aches.
Changsheng slowly retreated with his books. The Imperial Uncle exuded a strong aura of danger, and the courtyard was the best place to go at this moment.
On the other side.
Su Jiaoniang stepped out of her house, and before she had even left the village, she saw Lu Daishu, who looked much more haggard.
Lu Daishu stared at her, and asked in a dark voice, "Was it you?"
"What are you talking about?" Su Jiaoniang frowned.
Lu Daishu sneered: "You hired people from the gambling den to assassinate my father and steal all the money from our house. You vicious woman..."
"You're out of your mind." Su Jiaoniang said, then ignored Lu Daishu.
We continued walking towards the county town.
Thinking about what Lu Daishu had said, I felt a surge of satisfaction!
The money you just got has been stolen!
Serves you right!
This is the first time this gambling den has done something good.
Lu Daishu stared at Su Jiaoniang's retreating figure, his eyes growing increasingly venomous.
He turned around and wandered back home, where he saw Zhu Shi wailing and howling, and Lu Congrong dressed in tattered clothes. He felt annoyed.
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