Chapter 445 Honest and Cowardly Contractor Dad Has a Headache Everyday 1
Fuchen returned to the space, feeling relaxed both physically and mentally. This life was simple, and Dabai had been playing with her and giving her company. She also played there for a while, and after confirming that there were no safety issues in the final game, she left with Dabai.
Fuchen saw the system and said, "Let's move on to the next mission."
The Roubaozi system flew around Fuchen and said worriedly, [Host, your mood has been too volatile for a while in the mission world and you have suicidal tendencies. You need to rest.]
Fuchen: "I know." She knew that her consciousness could not bear so much. She needed to practice meditation to avoid instability in her Taoist mind.
But it's okay.
She can also meet two or three more dads and go to rest.
[I have reflected your situation. The Lord God said that you can stop the mission at any time and go for meditation. Or, you can use a treasure to extract a ray of your soul and store your memories. Too many memories have affected your Taoist heart.
】System reminder.
"Let's complete two or three more tasks, and then go to retreat."
When the system clicks on the panel, countless tasks emerge, occupying the small panel.
"Why did it increase so much?" Fuchen frowned.
[Everyone is either meditating or studying. Now we are the only ones left in the entire business department.]
Really bad.
It was almost impossible to view, and every click was filled with densely packed task requests. Fuchen closed his eyes and pulled out all the task bars. The task bar floated in the air. Fuchen closed his eyes and twisted his hand, and a little bit of light flew out of his body. The dark task world was because of
The task request bar and light spots become gorgeous.
Fuchen opened his eyes and saw his own light spots scattered on many taskbars.
"Host, what are these?"
"Opportunity. The more bright spots there are, the deeper the opportunity is with me." The person with the most bright spots flying away from the dust frowned.
The system flapped its wings and approached with the fleshy little bun, [This is the battlefield, the host, this is not suitable.]
Fuchen looked at the identity and deeds of the villain. He was possessed by a ghost king and killed hundreds of thousands of people. In addition, millions of people were injured due to droughts, floods, and plagues. The murderous aura was too strong, and it was not suitable for the time being.
Fuchen looked at the person next to him. The target of the mission was a simple person, as simple as ordinary, and he didn't understand why he became a villain.
The villain's name is "Yang Yong", but his temperament is completely opposite to his name. He is cowardly, honest, and bullied at will. His mother loves her son forcefully, and Yang Yong has no say. When his wife gave birth, she was fed by her mother desperately, and the child was too big and difficult to give birth to.
Died. After giving birth to a baby girl, she also died not long after.
Yang Yong worked at a construction site, but his boss refused to pay him. His colleagues bullied him for being honest, and led a group to exclude him and squeeze him out of the circle. He could have been promoted to a management position but was robbed. When he changed to another construction site, he was replaced because of the shoddy project.
Yang Yong had his legs broken after he argued a few words. He could no longer do his original big job. He spent a lot of savings to recover from his illness. Finally, he returned to his hometown and opened a small grocery store. He was robbed of everything.
This person can be said to be a classic case of "bad luck only picks up misfortune".
Fuchen continued to look through it, and the crushed honest man suddenly went crazy. With a knife, he killed all the people who had bullied him one by one, and also killed those who hindered him.
Having been suppressed by life for a long time, he is extremely indifferent. He kills and kills dogs all the same. Because of his long-term honest image, no one is on guard against him. Moreover, because he has been engaged in various industries and worked hard, he is familiar with it.
Pass various low-level survival skills.
After his case was found out, the media reported it and found that Yang Yong had been an honest and honest person for more than 40 years. Was it because he had been pretending for more than 40 years or did he not give honest people a normal living space? This triggered a war of public opinion.
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People's morale is sluggish, and no one wants to be an honest person. Honest people have even become synonymous with "murderers".
[Task requirement: Ensure that Yang Yong lives a normal life. 】
This task can be very simple. You just need to ensure that all hope is not shattered. Even if it is only given a small chance of survival, Yang Yong can survive "it is better to die than to live".
This task can also be difficult because one needs to protect one's kindness.
Too realistic.
It's so painful.
Fuchen had a premonition that he couldn't bear it, but he couldn't bear to let it go.
"Send me to the body of Yang Yong's dead daughter. Don't restore my consciousness. I believe I will handle it well," Fuchen said.
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"Hey, Mom, how are you at home?" Yang Yong's voice came on the phone.
"No! Your daughter is spending a lot of money! Please send the money back quickly! There is no rice to eat at home!" the old woman yelled at the phone.
"Okay, okay, I'll call you right now. Is Fuchen around? I talked to Fuchen on the phone, and I haven't heard her voice for a long time."
"No more! I don't know where I'm going to die! What a great daughter you are! There's nothing she can't do without climbing mountains and playing in the water! I am over sixty years old and I still have to take care of her ancestor. What sin have I done? I
Why are you bringing a daughter to you? Isn’t it just that you can find someone to marry and give me a grandson? Please find someone to marry me quickly. I think the daughter of Mrs. Wang next door is pretty good! She has big breasts and a nice butt. Take a look.
It's easy to have children..." The old woman was talking on the phone about her grandson.
Yang Yong didn't dare to speak loudly on the phone, "Yes, yes. Well, Mom, when Fuchen comes back, ask her to give me -"
"The phone bill is free? It's so expensive. Don't call if you have nothing to do! Remember to pay on time!" Before Yang Yong could finish speaking, the old man hung up the phone. He found a rope from the drawer and walked out aggressively, looking for his granddaughter Fuchen.
Five-year-old Fuchen was grabbed by his grandma and dragged towards the village.
Xiao Fuchen stared at the dead old woman angrily.
The old woman grabbed her and kept nagging, "Your father didn't give me your mother-in-law's stuff. Do you think I'm willing to take you with me?" Turning around, he saw Fuchen's angry eyes, and the branch he folded in his hand brushed against the ground.
Throw it towards her leg.
In the summer, Fuchen, who was wearing shorts and shorts, had several blood stains and mud marks on her body. But she didn't speak.
"Look how you look like a girl!" the old woman got even angrier, beating and scolding her, "You run around all day long, not studying, just fishing for shrimps! Why aren't you taken away by the water ghost in the river?
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"Look at the pig-killer's daughter! You behave yourself at home. What do you look like?"
She couldn't hide from the floating dust, and her hands were tied with a rope, so she couldn't escape.
The old woman's hands and claws were like dead branches, dark and lean, but powerful, hooking people and gripping the flesh deeply.
"Work as a pig at home, and then sell it as a pig after a few years. (Marry off)" Xiao Fuchen sarcastically said.
She has seen the daughter-in-law who kills pigs. She doesn't look very big, and her breasts are bigger than her hands. This year she holds one, and the next year she holds one in her hands and one on her back. She looks very much like the pigs in the pig-killing pen. In the pig pen
The sows also have milky babies.
"What about you! What are you! You are worse than a pig!" The old woman jumped in anger and dragged the person forward desperately.
Xiao Fuchen was dragged on the ground, his knees wiped with blood and mud, and he quickly stood up again, being pulled to stagger forward.
"You can still sell a pig for money! You're not even a pig!"
"Who dares to want you like this?"
"You can't get married even if you give me money!"
Fuchen remained silent and stared at the person.
This man kept talking about what a woman should do all day long! She asked her to study for two years, to be in second grade, to know a few words, and to be able to write her own name, so that she could get married better.
The dust is disgusting.
She had seen the situation of the sow being killed. The sound of the killing pig was harsh and harsh! It lasted for a whole afternoon! The whole village was filled with the sound of pigs. No matter where you hid, there were pigs squealing!
During those nights, with her eyes open, her mind was filled with the sound of the pig dying!
The old woman cursed and dragged the man back, and then called two teenagers from the next village. They said that the children were disobedient and would not go home.
The young man's sense of justice was overwhelming, "Listen to your grandma and go home with her. Study hard."
A 65-year-old woman and two half-teen-year-old boys held down a 5-year-old girl, tied her hands and feet, and then hung the whole girl up by throwing a rope on the hook of a meat basket in the countryside.
"Do you admit your mistake?" the old woman asked.
Fuchen stared at the three people in front of him, biting his lips and remaining silent.
The old woman very neatly took the clothes hanger and put it on her back.
"Admit it or not!"
"No!"
"Bah!" The branch hit his face and scratched the corner of his eye, causing blood to bleed.
There were many people watching the excitement gathered in front of the door.
One said, "Just hit it twice, don't really break it. You have to tell Yongzi when he comes back!"
One said, "Hurry up and admit your mistake. Hurry up and admit your mistake. Your grandma is doing it for your own good!"
Fuchen let out an angry breath, biting her lip but not making a sound. She felt like she was that sow, being tied up and watching the meat being removed.
The old woman was beaten more than a dozen times, and the people around her persuaded her to put her down.
"What does she look like?"
"What does it look like!"
"Other girls do whatever they say, but you are different!"
"Ah! You are different!"
The old woman kept yelling in the dark hall, as if she had suffered endless grievances.
Some people around me advised, "Oh, times are different now. Girls can also support their families. Isn't it written in the movie? There is Wu Zetian."
"Is she Wu Zetian?!" the old woman shouted.
Fuchen was untied by the people around him and let down.
No one said anything. Beating of children was common in rural areas. Grandma Luo beating her granddaughter was nothing.
It’s just that I feel that my granddaughter is getting in the way of my son’s remarriage. If he doesn’t remarry, he won’t have any more children, and he won’t have any grandchildren!
Grandma Luo couldn't help but push her up to the attic and take the stairs, "Just stay up there! Come down when you admit your mistake!"
Fuchen didn't say anything. Her whole body ached. There was only one thought in her mind, she wanted to escape from here. She didn't want to stay here until she died.
There were all kinds of messy things in the attic. One of them was the old woman's coffin.
In rural areas, old people will prepare for their death when they reach old age, and the most important thing is a coffin.
Fuchen didn't even look at the coffin, and waited quietly for dark.
The next day, Mrs. Luo went up the stairs and saw no one, only a pile of shit.
The small window is open.
Outside are wooden stakes supporting the antenna box.
The person probably opened a small window while it was dark, climbed on a wooden stake and jumped out. Now I don't know where he went.
"Damn this!" Mrs. Luo shouted looking at the pile of black things.
Three months later.
Mrs. Luo is dead. She got confused playing Tianjiu Pai. When she was happy, she laughed out loud and fell to the ground dead.
Yongzi went home to hold a funeral for the old man. When he got home, he turned around and asked his neighbor's aunt, "Auntie, where is the dust in my house?"
"You Fuchen? Didn't your old lady tell you?" The aunt next door was surprised, "You ran away half a month ago. She should be staying on the mountain behind."
Yongzi opened his eyes wide and asked anxiously, "Why are you staying on the mountain? How old is she?" He was about to cry as he spoke.
"I don't know how many times I've run away!" the aunt said, frowning, "I'd say you shouldn't say deadly things. But your old lady was a bit harsh on her granddaughter."
"This granddaughter is also a grandson, isn't she?"
"..."
Yongzi felt like the world was spinning, and he was getting old. The little... A wave of anger pressed down on Naoren. The man pressed his head and muttered, "Find, find someone."
Who can let a five-year-old girl stay out overnight?
At this moment, he felt a little hatred, hatred towards the old lady.
Yang Yong stood up and was about to go out to look for him, but his aunt stopped him and asked his son to help call for help. The son called for a familiar friend, and the friend called for help. A group of people from the village went to the mountains to look for someone with flashlights.
I heard that someone cutting firewood had seen it before, so everyone followed the road to look for it.
When Fuchen saw the light, he hid in the tree early and kept silent.
When people passed by, they called out "Fuchen", "Fuchen", "Yang Fuchen". Fuchen picked up the branches and sat on them, looking at the deep blue sky, thinking about when the people would leave.
Someone randomly hit his head and waved a figure, and when he went back to look at it, he said, "Hey! Hey! Here it is!"
The light went off, and a child stared down.
Yang Yong raised his head and saw a very young child with short hair, skin and bones, tattered and dirty body, and cold and dull eyes. He had no idea that this was his girl.
His girl...
Yongzi choked and shouted, "Fuchen, I am your father!"
Fuchen looked at the man coldly. He was a tall, dark-skinned man with a Chinese-character face, a short-cut hair.
stranger.
Turn around.
"Let's go home! Don't sleep here!" Yang Yong shouted, calling for people to come back.
People around him shouted, "Fuchen, your father is back and will bring you a lot of delicious food. Come down! Come down, it's all yours!"
"I don't have a father!" Fuchen shouted!
Yang Yong couldn't bear it when he heard it. He immediately knelt down and burst into tears, "Dad, I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry for you!"
The people who followed were frightened, pulled Yang Yong up, and shouted at Fuchen above, "Why don't you have a father? How were you born without a father?"
Yang Yong repeatedly waved his hands and begged, "Don't hurt her. Don't hurt her. It's my fault, my fault."
"I don't have a father! My father died outside. He wanted to marry that old woman and have grandchildren!" Fuchen shouted, climbing up.
Yang Yong was startled, confused, and reached down to pick someone up, "No, no, no, don't fall!"
The person behind came up with an idea, "Climb up from behind the tree, pick the person up, and take him home. What are you talking about here? There are so many mosquitoes."
Others heard that it was reasonable. When Yang Yong made up his mind, everyone would have to be sucked by mosquitoes here. He rolled up his sleeves, pulled down his pants, and climbed the tree neatly.
As the person climbed, the dust on top climbed harder.
"Hey! It's gone!" someone shouted.
Yang Yong rushed over and hugged the person and fell to the ground. He hissed, held the person with both hands, looked at the person on his body, and pulled the person, "How are you? Where does it hurt?"
Fuchente took a quick bite and got out from between his arms. He had just taken two steps when he was grabbed by several hands.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Xiao Fuchen struggled, using his hands, feet and mouth at the same time.
She is small but has a lot of energy. I don’t know where she got the strength. Several big men were stunned and couldn’t catch the person. They pounced left and right for several minutes. There was also Yang Yong who was messing around and kept blocking people, "No."
Catch her. Don’t catch her. She’ll go home on her own.”
No one paid attention.
It was the son of the aunt in the front room who saw the right opportunity and grabbed the back of his neck and then his feet, pulling him towards Yang Yong.
"I won't go back! Let go!" Fuchen shouted, resisting going back.
People around her scolded her, "Your grandma is dead. You have to go back and kneel down."
Xiao Fuchen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's a good death. It's an advantage for her to die so early."
The man put Fuchen into Yang Yong's arms.
Yang Yong reminded, "She is your grandma."
"She is your mother, but not my grandma!" Fuchen's voice reached out and slapped her, jumped out of his arms, and ran away. His voice was clear and powerful, "I am not her grandson, and she is not my grandma!"
Yang Yong said nothing and looked at her. The light in his eyes was like a big abandoned dog.
The person next to him pointed at Fuchen and cursed, "You have no conscience. Your father will beat you. Who will feed you? Give you clothes?"
Yang Yong stared at Fuchen, lowered his head, and silently wiped his tears.
Fuchen looked at Yang Yong and saw that he seemed to be in no danger.
"It's dangerous in the mountains, go home and sleep." Yang Yong said in a low voice.
A bunch of idle aunties had gathered together to watch the fun. They were commenting, "This is the result of not kissing."
"I think Yang Yongcai has the biggest problem. What does he look like? He has been trained like a dog by his mother all his life, and now he has to be beaten by his daughter."
Others chewed melon seeds and gossiped, "That's not a big deal. You didn't see how she beat her. I didn't beat my eldest grandson like that. I would hang her up and beat her without giving her food."
It's me, and I won't kiss you either."
"Oh, is that attic for people to live in?"
The guy eating melon seeds immediately jumped in and asked, "Are people in the mountains only for people? Why are people willing to go to the mountains?"
"I heard that Fu Chen still pooped on the (attic)." He smiled as he said it.
Several people also laughed.
Yang Yong heard everything he said in his heart. His daughter, who was not close to him, was abused by his own mother. The moment he held her in his arms, he realized that she was not just that thin, but that she was really skinny.
My eyes are a little wet.
He wondered: Why do I, Yang Yong, work so hard? Isn’t it just for the two of us in the family to live a better life? Why is it like this now?
Yang Yong didn't force Fuchen, "You can go home and sleep tonight, I'll leave the door open for you." He took out two hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and said, "Buy something for yourself if you're hungry." He handed it over carefully.
Fuchen looked at the money. She knew it was the largest ticket amount. She stepped forward, grabbed the money and ran away.
Everyone dispersed.
late at night.
Yang Yong sat in front of the coffin and did not move. He cleaned up the cabinet and saw the clothes he had sent to Fuchen, which were brand new and untouched. There was also a bankbook, which he had saved every time over the years, which was already a large amount.
He works hard in the city, working non-stop every month, and can earn more than 10,000 yuan a month, almost all of which he sends home, just hoping that my mother and Fuchen will have a better life.
But now, the money is still there, but the person is not. The clothes are there, but the person is like a wild monkey.
He knew that his mother loved him, cared about him, and saved money for him to get a wife. But he didn't understand why he did this to his daughter? His only child. The child he almost lost.
Outside the door, a little man quietly stretched his head to look.
There are no street lights in the countryside. After every household closes its doors and goes to bed, the streets are dark at night, like a black hole in the universe that can swallow everything.
Yang Yong's family is the only one who turns on the electric light at the door.
Yang Yong turned around and saw Fuchen.
Fuchen looked at him, sizing him up quietly.
Yang Yong was very quiet and did not come forward to disturb her. He just looked at her quietly.
Fuchen stepped into the house, sat on the threshold, and took out a large bag of snacks from behind, which she usually wanted to eat but could not eat.
Rustling sounds kept ringing in front of the coffin.
Fuchen felt sleepy and pecked his head.
Yang Yong stepped forward and asked lightly, "Can you leave with me? Let's go to a big city." Receive a good education and be a good person.
Fuchen nodded his head, not sure if it was because he was sleepy or in response.
Yang Yong picked up the person and put her on the bed. It took seven days to complete the funeral. From beginning to end, her granddaughter Fuchen didn't show her face at all. No matter how many aunts said and scolded her, she would never show her face.
A few aunts who grew up being beaten and scolded actually cried in style after someone died.
Just floating dust.
Yang Yong closed the door to prevent his aunt from disturbing Fuchen.
The aunt instead lectured Yang Yong, "You can say that he is honest, arrogant and stupid. He also has a little temper. Say he has a bit of personality. Everyone can step on him and he doesn't know how to resist."
During the funeral, some sisters were helping to pack things and found a pile of new clothes without picking up the labels. They were all neatly placed in the cabinet.
They were all sent by him, and a few sisters gave them to Fuchen. But none of these were worn by Fuchen.
She still wore tattered old clothes, her hair was cut shorter than his, she was yellow, thin, and ugly like a little devil.
Yang Yong remembered that Fuchen was thin and small when she was born, and he was worried that he would not be able to feed her. After Xiuying died, he gave the child to his mother. At that time, she was fair and very beautiful.
He worked hard every month to earn money and send it to his family. That photo of his childhood was his sustenance. He never thought about what his mother would do to Fuchen. This was his only child.
But now, he is still worried about not being able to feed her.
Yang Yong took the bankbook and went to the city first to change clothes for Fuchen. He took the people to the city. He had a place to live at the construction site, with bunk beds. When looking for a house, Yang Yong had a problem.
There are no good conditions in the nearby places. The construction site is still surrounded by undeveloped land. The far places are too far.
Yang Yong could only squeeze into his small bed with Fuchen, and he huddled outside and slept on his side.
While working during the day, Yang Yong told Fu Chen, "Be careful and don't run around in the construction site."
Fuchen said nothing, kicked the sand and turned a deaf ear, turned around and ran away.
Yang Yong started work, and it was almost the end of the month, and he had not been paid the salary for the first five months.
"Brother Yong, you have been working here for two years. Have you ever been denied wages before?" A young man saw that Yang Yong was taciturn and seemed to have an idea, so he asked him for advice.
