"Really, son, are you strong enough to suppress a street gangster?"
A family of five sat around the warm stove. One of the old women enthusiastically told her ignorant son and daughter-in-law about the glorious deeds her grandson had done in the county in the past six months.
The couple who listened carefully to their son's glorious deeds in the past six months had disbelief written all over their faces. Among them, the woman with patches on her clothes hugged Feng Bingwen, but couldn't help but took the opportunity to rub his hair.
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"No one in Qingshan County is my opponent!"
Feng Bingwen, who felt a strange feeling coming from his head, explained this ironclad fact, but as soon as he finished speaking, all four adults in the room laughed, and the room was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.
"Okay, my son is actually a martial arts master!"
Feng Zichuan's tone was teasing, obviously he didn't believe the exaggerated words his old mother said.
"Xiao Wenzi, you and your father have an arm wrestling match to see which one of you is bigger."
Kelly Yu, who had never seen anything mysterious about her son before, encouraged her son and her husband to return home, feeling relaxed and a little more cheerful and lively than usual.
"How's it going? Wenzi, do you want to compete with me?"
Feng Zichuan also felt relaxed and stretched out his generous palm, wanting to test his son's current strength. He did not take what his old mother said seriously.
"Don't try, you will be hurt by me."
Feng Bingwen shook his head. Immediately, under the smiling eyes of his parents, he bent down and picked up a cast iron fire tong placed beside the brazier. He stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the fire tong, and tightened his palms slightly.
And when his palms were released again, the hall that was originally full of laughter suddenly became quiet. Only the sound of the firewood exploding in the brazier could be heard. It seemed very quiet, and even breathing could be heard.
"real or fake!"
Feng Zichuan's eyes widened and he took the tongs from his son's hand. He saw that the handles of the tongs were deformed and twisted together.
This young man with a slightly bloated figure couldn't help but try it, but found that there was no way to separate the condensed handles and could only slightly deform them.
"Xiao Wen'er, it turns out you are so strong, why didn't you tell me before?"
Yu Huilian stared at the deformed fire tongs in her husband's hand for a few moments, then smiled and let go of her son's hand.
"I gained strength only after eating the fruit, it's not like I was this strong from the beginning."
Feng Bingwen opened his eyes and told lies. Anyway, if there was any abnormality, he would push it on the purple-tailed sparrow. Anyway, the bird couldn't open its mouth.
"What kind of fruit? It's so magical, are there any others?"
Feng Zichuan became interested after trying several times but was unable to deform the pig iron like his own son did.
"It was a small fruit that glowed red. I ate them all at once and there was nothing left."
Feng Bingwen shook his head, and the grandmother on the side also became interested and told her son and daughter-in-law the stories she heard in the county with added details.
The story of Feng Bingwen gaining divine power due to the spirit bird repaying his favor is a well-known story in the county, and it is widely circulated. However, it is only spread within the boundaries of Qingshan County and has not spread to other areas.
"Is there such a good thing?"
Feng Zichuan's eyes lit up when he heard this,
"Then I'll catch sparrows tomorrow too."
"Are you stupid? Xiao Wen'er originally released a spiritual bird. Where can ordinary sparrows find such spiritual things?"
Yu Huilian slapped her husband angrily. But there was an inexplicable flash of color in her eyes, as if she was thinking about something.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At this time, there was a soft and orderly knock on the door, followed by a crisp sound like the cry of an oriole, which was pleasant to the ear.
"Excuse me, is anyone home?"
"It's almost Chinese New Year, who is it?"
As the eldest son in the family and the only adult man in the house now, Feng Zichuan stood up without hesitation and walked towards the door. Feng Bingwen, who had just stood up, shook his head and sat down helplessly.
Crunch!
The heavy and solid wooden door was opened, and with a sour sound, a graceful young woman appeared in front of Feng Zichuan with a food box in one hand and a little girl carved in pink and jade with the other hand.
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"who are you?"
Looking at the rather pleasing mother and daughter, one big and one small, Feng Zichuan asked after searching hard in his mind but not finding a suitable match.
"Did you knock on the wrong door?"
"I found it right, it's right here."
Wen Huachang looked at the sturdy young man in front of her, blinked her eyes, and roughly guessed the identity of the person in front of her.
"not me……"
After hearing this answer, Feng Zichuan suddenly felt chills all over his body, as if there was a female tiger lying behind him, ready to attack.
But before he could say anything, he felt an irresistible force coming from behind him and pushed him away. When he looked sideways, he saw that it was his only son.
"Dad, Sister Wen is here to see me."
"Looking for you?"
Feng Zichuan was stunned for a moment, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, because the coldness that chilled him had dissipated and became soft again. However, there was some unknown regret in his heart.
"You are Bingwen's father, I am so polite."
Wen Huachang looked at the man who was retreating, with a dignified and generous smile on his face, and said, "Blessed."
"Oh, no need to be polite, why don't you come in first and sit down."
After glancing at his son who took the food box from the beautiful woman's hand very naturally, Feng Zichuan stepped aside and greeted him in a hurry.
"Then excuse me!"
Wen Huachang didn't show any timidity at all. She walked into the old house of the Feng family, holding the little girl who looked around and looked full of energy.
"I've met Mr. Feng, I've met Mrs. Feng!"
After entering the house, Wen Huachang saluted the two old men very politely, without any overstep, and then looked at the woman sitting by the brazier, who was looking at him with a smile.
"I am the mother of this child. Looking at you, I must be a lot older than you. Logically speaking, you should call me sister, but my son also calls you sister. If you call me sister, it will be unavoidable.
The seniority is also confused. What do you do? How about a suitable title? "
Yu Huilian glanced at her son, and before Wen Huachang could speak or take the initiative to speak out, without exchanging names, she began to ask about the other person's details.
"I opened a pastry shop in the county, and I was just barely able to support myself and my little girl."
Wen Huachang answered calmly without any panic. She dared to come to the door at this time, so she was naturally prepared.