Feng Bingwen hates the fussing, and he doesn't like the greetings and seeing-offs between adults, because it's too cumbersome, and he only finds it troublesome. He only likes to do things cleanly and neatly.
"Have you eaten all the snacks I gave you for lunch?"
When Wen Huachang heard Feng Bingwen's words, she realized that the weight of the lunch box in her hand was wrong, and she was suddenly a little surprised. She noticed that this child was different from ordinary people yesterday, and she felt that it was even more magical today.
"I gave some to my classmates, but most of it ended up in my stomach."
Feng Bingwen smiled. Since the Dragon Ball entered his belly, his body has become more and more different from ordinary people. But as far as eating is concerned, he is almost inediate. He won't be hungry if he eats less, and he won't feel hungry if he eats too much.
Expand as you wish.
"Wait a minute!"
After hearing the child say that the cakes she made were delicious, Wen Huachang turned around and walked into the shop behind her. After a while, she carried a large and heavy package wrapped in oil paper and handed it to Feng Bingwen.
"Here, you take it back to eat. If you don't eat well, you can continue to come tomorrow."
"Isn't this bad?"
Feng Bingwen took the oil-paper bag the size of a watermelon without hesitation, and then asked.
"What's wrong with this? It's just some high points."
"Didn't I put you at a loss?"
"If you like it, you can come here every day. My sister also likes it. Don't talk about losing money again in the future."
Although Wen Huashang was a woman, her words at this time were quite bold and bold.
She also understood in her heart that since her husband's death, her situation had become increasingly difficult, and there was no one to help her during the day.
Now she finally has someone to help her stand up. Although she is just a child, she can't chill people's hearts and dismiss her casually. Otherwise, how will people treat her in the future?
"I won't be polite."
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but laugh. Sweets such as pastries and preserves were rare in this county. Children of ordinary families could only eat some during the holidays. On weekdays, even if they were so greedy that they would drool, no adults would.
purchase.
"You can come anyway."
"Okay, I'm going home first."
"Be careful on the road."
Afterwards, Feng Bingwen came home carrying a large bag of pastries, and the two old people were naturally surprised by the fruity-scented desserts in his hands.
However, he had already confessed yesterday about beating someone, so when he explained that the pastry was given to him by the owner of Ruyufang, whom he had helped yesterday, the two old men understood. The old man lying on the bed even
He also praised the woman as being quite smart and knowing how to behave.
"However, if you encounter the same thing next time, you'd better go further away and don't fight with others again."
The old man who was eating jujube cake did not forget to warn Feng Bingwen, but Feng Bingwen stuffed a piece of pea yellow into his mouth, his cheeks were bulging, and he hesitated, just fooling him.
Dinner was just served with pastries. The two old people only ate a little, but Feng Bingwen ate it all. The two old people praised the amount of food, but they didn't pay much attention to it because they were already used to it.
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Before going to bed, Feng Bingwen habitually glanced at the Heavenly Book. As expected,
Helping a weak woman collect debts, good deeds, ten
Very few, but the best thing is stability. Feng Bingwen thought, if he found a few more scoundrels like Hu Er, he wouldn't have to go underwater to search for water ghosts aimlessly. He could just beat them up.
Simple and crude.
"What excuse should I find to beat Hu Er tomorrow?"
Before getting ready to go to sleep, Feng Bingwen thought about it. Since ancient times, teachers have been known for their reputation. He beat people every day and had to find a legitimate and suitable reason.
However, early the next morning, Feng Bingwen, who left for school in the county town, discovered that he no longer needed to worry about making sudden excuses, because,
"Little bastard, I've finally waited for you!"
On a dirt road some distance away from Qingshan County, a young man with a bruised nose and swollen face, who was still limping, led a group of gangsters in short-sleeved commoners, with slanted bodies and malicious smiles on their faces, and carried a young man on his back.
Children wearing small cloth bags were half surrounded.
"Hu Er, this is the person you asked us to beat. Grandma, I thought he was some kind of ruthless character, but he is actually a child. You must be a fucking dog. You can't even beat such a big child.
"
A man in shorts with his bare chest flashing his eyes up and down glanced at Feng Bingwen, then he couldn't help but smile, turned back to face Hu Er and started sarcastically.
"It's just that your body is too weak. Isn't it because you lost all your energy on Sister Yao?"
"With your body, you still have ideas for that beauty like Ruru Yufang?"
When the scoundrels who were brought over by Hu Er saw Feng Bingwen, they mocked Hu Er wantonly. The half-grown child really made them, young and strong men, unable to think carefully.
"You guys, don't be deceived by the appearance of this little guy. He is very strong. Look, all the injuries on my body were caused by this guy. Is this what an ordinary child can do?"
Hu Er was so angry when he heard the ridicule of these fox friends, but now he just wanted to deal with Feng Bingwen, who was looking at them calmly in front of him, and even had a smile on his face, and vent out what he had been saying these days.
The depression accumulated in his heart.
"How unusual can it be? This is just a child."
The strong man who just took the lead in mocking Hu Er said disdainfully.
"But since you paid for us to come, we will naturally meet your request. Tell me, how do you want to deal with this little thing? Break the legs or the hands?"
"There's no need to break a leg or hand. Just teach him a lesson!"
Hearing the strong man's suggestion, Hu Er was stunned and quickly shook his head.
"You coward, if you don't have legs or hands, what's the point of teaching you? Are you going to catch this kid and spank you?"
"Yes, you catch this kid, I'm going to swell his butt!"
Hu Er was shocked and made up his mind.
"You worthless thing, you came to us just to play house with us!"
Several men couldn't help but curse when they heard Hu Er's words.
"He beat you like this..."
"This boy's grandfather was my teacher when I was a child..."
Hu Er explained, but facing the disdainful looks of his companions, he could not continue.
"Forget it, you coward, you spent money, and whatever you say is what you say. Boy, be good, raise your butt, and let Mr. Hu give you a good beating to vent your anger!"
The strong man shook his head, then looked at Feng Bingwen, looking at the child's calm eyes. Although he felt something was wrong, he still stepped forward and reached out to grab him.
"Hu Er, you are really my guiding light!"
Feng Bingwen smiled brightly, and also stretched out his hand to meet the strong man's palm. In the sudden change of the strong man's expression, he broke four of his fingers with a "click".