"Geng Dachun is killed by heaven!!"

"Bad my reputation, you must not be struck by lightning!"

The fierce screams and scolding came from afar. Geng Qing, who was fiddling with the wood, raised his eyelids, knew what was going on, grinned and chuckled, and continued to work on his own.

Wang Qiujin took the rice and just put it in the pot. He wiped the water stains and ran to the yard gate. He didn't realize what was going on. Old Man Geng, who was working outside, came back with a hoe and pointed outside with a smile.

"There are many troubles in front of the widow's door, so Dachun doesn't learn well. He is idle all day long and steals Widow's shorts. She blocks the door and scolds people, and they are so stupid."

When I returned to the yard, I saw my son squatting on the ground and chopping wood. I didn’t know what to do. Anyway, the meal was not ready, so I put down my hoe and squatted beside me to see what was going to make.

However, Old Man Geng looked at it for a long time but couldn't understand it. He looked at his son's focused face and couldn't help but ask.

"Dazhu, what are you going to do?"

The young man blew the flat wooden board and handed it to the side, took another wood and split it in half, put it on the ground to splice it.

“Grievous fan.”

The valley fan had physical objects as early as the Western Han Dynasty, and the process was not troublesome. It was suspended between the bucket and the funnel, and the wooden fan was placed in the back direction and aimed at the dust outlet.

It is where rivets are needed, and they may be fixed by opening inlay, but it is best to buy some rivets.

Old Man Geng had never seen it before. He was amazed at the pattern drawn by his son, and even touched Geng Qing's forehead with his hand, and then touched his own.

"It's not hot anymore."

"It's time to eat!" On the other side of the straw shed, Wang Qiujin put the food on the plate and shouted at the two people outside. The father and son packed up and patted the dust on their hands and came to sit down for dinner. Today, although they can take the imperial examinations, most of the people in Kuhan don't know a few words. Seeing the patterns drawn by their son, Old Man Geng was a little shocked and couldn't figure out where his son learned it. Especially the changes in the past two days, as parents, they felt strange.

Looking at Geng Qing, who was thinking about things while eating, the old man approached his wife a little and whispered: "Do you think something is wrong with Dazhu? I think it's better to find a mage to do the ritual?"

"The money you have to find a mage is better than the money left."

On the other side, Geng Qing raised his face, looked at the couple with a smile, picked up a mouthful of vegetables, and put them in the pottery bowl that was not cut into the woman.

"Maybe I've gotten sick, which made me realize it."

"That's true..."

Old Man Geng held the bowl and thought about it, thinking that it might be the same. He had heard this before, saying that he had a family and his child was always confused. Later, he got sick and recovered. After he became aware of the disease, he became well-educated and very intelligent.

Thinking of this, he grinned and his yellow teeth, his wrinkles squeezed his eyes into slits. This matter fell on his head, which was considered a kindness by God. Not only did he cure his son's illness, but he also changed his dull and dull temperament. For a moment, the rice grains that rushed into his mouth fell on the table with a smile, which made the old wife complain and pinched the rice grains one by one and fed them into his mouth.

The quarrels and scolding outside the yard have not stopped. After dinner, Geng Qing put the things he made together, put them under the eaves, and followed the couple out to get rid of food. At this time, many young and old men and a group of women gathered in the village. At about noon, Geng Dachun's stolen widow's pants had spread, and the whole village was sensation. The matter of Zhang's parents and Li's family in this day and people could be happy for a long time, let alone doing that shameless thing.

Now that they have been scolding for half an hour, many people are still eating, so they just come out with a bowl, and they are covered in black, eating and watching the fun. It seems that the whole village is eating, and even some people who are not serious about it, they also make excuses and shout at Dachun's house.

"Dachun, just marry Widow Zhang!"

It caused a burst of laughter.

Widow Zhang was also very fierce and cursed at the man who was gossiping. She moved a stool at home and placed it at Dachun's door. She also warmed up the leftover rice at home, and sweared at the door while swearing.

"I'm so dying. My family is poor and I've never seen a woman. I've stole my pants. Is it possible to get into my bed at night?!"

"If you dare to come, I will be happy, and I will move into your house the next day!"

"I have a big fuck, I don't have a few bird hairs, and I miss a woman. It's just your body, not enough for me to sit down!"

The woman had thick hands and feet, two lumps of flesh and butt, so that Geng Dachun, who had always bullied people, squatted honestly at the door of the house and did not dare to say anything. His father took a piece of hemp rope and thrust hard on his head. His hair was broken a few pieces, and his face was covered with red marks. He hugged his head and screamed in pain.

Dachun's mother saw so many people around the house, scolding her son for not being a good person, while robbing the rope from her husband. She was desperate to go to the house to hang her neck and beam, and to give Widow Zhang a justice.

After all, the villagers were afraid of causing a death, so women of all sizes came over to help and persuade them to make peace.

"Dachun is so old that she misses a woman. She just does something wrong, so don't worry, aunt."

"From now, we will see him spit a mouthful of water for you."

"Everyone should have a breakup. Looking at it like this, it will cause trouble sooner or later. Let's breakup."

The prestigious old man in the village stood at the door of Dachun's house, waved and shouted, and persuaded each other for a while. Then Widow Zhang took up the stool and left with her thick waist twisted her thick waist.

Geng Qing stood in the crowd and watched for a while. He looked at Dachun, who was hiding in the corner with his face hugged and trembling, laughed twice, followed the old man Geng and left, returned to the courtyard to continue fiddling with the components of the valley fan.

The next day.

As usual, the fox was playing with its stones under the tree. Geng Qing continued to splice the valley fan. Before he knew it, it was almost noon and cooked food. He went to the field to call the two elders back for dinner.

On the way, I met Geng Dachun, who was blushing on his face, walking in the village with his head hanging down. No one paid attention to him. As soon as he came over, he avoided him and looked at him from a distance, making the sturdy young man bury his head lower.

If you meet a strong village woman, you will start scolding her and drive him away from her door. The family with a daughter will even put away the clothes and pants in the yard, shouting at the house, telling her daughter not to go out at will.

Hearing these words, Geng Dachun was desperate. Even if he had never taken any excuses, no one believed him. After all, he was idle all day in the village. Who else could he have?

Even the two friends who have always been good at each other were warned by the adults at home. They had to look at each other from a distance and turn their heads and walk away.

"I really haven't taken it... I really haven't taken it..."

Thinking of the villagers looking at him, Geng Dachun was a huge young man squatting under a tree at the entrance of the village and staring at the ants climbing leaves trembling.

"I believe you haven't taken it."

Suddenly, the voice of words came, and Geng Dachun turned his head and saw Geng Qing squatting beside him with a smile, saying softly in his ear like a devilish tone.

"Because... I took those shorts."

"You...Dazhu...You..."

Geng Dachun widened his eyes and looked at the smiling face in front of him, like a squinting fox face. He felt a sense of coldness running straight through his back and sat on the ground.

I never thought that a person who was honest and friendly in the past would be so scary that he could laugh. If it were the past, he would have been rushing to beat him up.

However, as soon as he wanted to move, his body stopped again, fearing that Geng Qing in front of him would have any bad intentions for him, so he subconsciously shrank back.

"Dazhu...we are also relatives. Look at me like this, I might as well forget my past grudges."

Geng Qing just smiled, pressed his knees, and supported himself, "If you talk later, just be obedient." He deliberately left half of his words, and went to the fields outside the village and called the old couple back.

This lasted for three days, and the Gu Fan also finished the last piece of wood, with four legs standing upright, and the body was square, like a box.

Geng Qing took the Chen Dao from home and poured it in from above while siring the wooden fan. The rapidly rotating fan blades blew out a large string of dust and fell into the dustpan from the outlet below, snapping his fingers comfortably.

"Perfect!"

The old man and his wife Geng, standing beside each other, stepped forward excitedly and rubbed the baby as if they were rubbing it. After farmers harvest crops and drying grains, they usually have to sift the ashes. With this thing, I don’t know how much effort and time can be saved.

And it was made by my son, and the meaning was different. The old couple moved the Gu Fan and wanted to run outside and asked their neighbors to come and see it, but Geng Qing stopped them.

"Dad, mom, I want to sell this one to the city for some money and buy some tools. There are many people in the village, so it will be better to make two or three larger ones in the future."

The woman was a little reluctant, and was scolded by Old Man Geng before she heard it. Geng Qing then called Dachun and asked him to find two people to carry this thing into the county town. Although she was reluctant, she nodded in agreement when she thought of her situation in the village.

When the village heard about this, they flocked to see Xiqi. When they saw Old Man Geng's arrogant demonstration, the villagers were excited and couldn't even close their mouths. Nowadays, anyone who bought a furniture had to celebrate. Moreover, with such a thing, they were doing work faster than others. The eyes of Geng Qing were immediately different.

"I just say that Dazhu's disease is a lucky star, you have to say that you are obsessed with ghosts."

"That's right, if I can get this skill by being a ghost, I'd rather be fascinated for a few days."

In the voice of his mouth, everyone knew that this thing was to be sold in the city, and exchanged for some tools used by carpenters to make larger valley fans for the village. Dachun and the two young men named Erdan and Shitou were immediately reminded by the adults at home.

"Tao Zhu is taken care of on the road. If there is anything, don't come back!"

After that, the next morning, the three of them came over early. Geng Qing brought the pancakes that the woman had baked and a dozen copper coins stuffed there, and Dachun and others carrying the valley fan, out of the village.

A ox cart creaked from a distance to near, walking along the mud outside the village. The cart erected an umbrella cover, and a rich middle-aged man in copper robe sat on it and swayed with the frame.

There were seven or eight men in short-dressing clothes behind, with their postures being sturdy. At first glance, they were like thugs and guards. When they saw four young men carrying utensils, the rich man on the frame glanced at the utensils they were carrying, raised his hand to stop the car, raised his chin, and swept over the surrounding area that had just planted acre of land.

"There are all things in Gengjia Village, right?"

On the side, Geng Dachun approached Geng Qing and whispered, "Dazhu, he is Mr. Liu... the richest one in our Niu Family."

Geng Qing nodded and looked at the rich man in the ox cart opposite him. His face instantly smiled, as if he had seen his relatives.

"If you want Mr. Liu, this is indeed Gengjia Village. If you need anything, just talk."

"Hmph, what is needed? I will also discuss with you some old people in your village."

The man waved his hand. Since he received a positive answer from Gengjia Village, he asked the coachman to drive the car to the village. The four of them looked at him for a while. Geng Qing probably guessed that it was the matter of Mr. Liu, the Niuyanshan, who was mentioned a few days ago in the village.

‘The villagers are not stupid, so they should be able to handle it.’

After thinking about it, I decided to sell the things in my hand first.

"The Zhang family of Gengcun has lived a widow for many years, with chests as big as iron and hips as big as buckets. The village is crowned by the crown of the village and has no rivals." - "Genggong's Records"
Chapter completed!