Originally, Zhang Huan herded cattle for the Deng family.
But later, Zhang Sanlaizi took over all the cattle herding work in the village. Although the cow was still the same cow, the person who herded the cow was still Zhang Huan, and the wages paid by the Deng family were still the same, but things got added in between.
Zhang Sanlaizi's move.
As a result, the cattle herding wages, which were originally relatively stable, began to become unstable. Zhang Huan went hungry more and more often. Now he could not even afford the Deng family's coarse grain meals, and was taken away by Zhang San's son.
Already.
Zhang Sanlaizi smelled of alcohol and seemed a little drunk. He hit too hard and hurt his palm.
He touched his hand, and then scolded Zhang Huan viciously: "You boy, I kindly arranged for you to herd the Deng family's cows. This is the highest-paid cow in the village. Is this how you herd cows?"
Zhang Sanlaizi pointed at the big bull with fat quills and said: "I asked you why this cow has lost weight recently. It turns out that you always bring the cows to these nooks and crannies. The cows can't even eat any grass, and you are still hiding here to sleep."
Dajue, hiding away for leisure?"
Zhang Huan wiped the nosebleed and said with some grievance: "Where did I lose weight? I have fed this cow like this for two years! You can't feed the cow all the time. It will spoil the cow. It's easy to spoil the cow.
I have diarrhea and I need help! The Deng family even praised me for feeding the cow well!"
"Shut up!" Zhang Sanlaizi was furious, his rosacea turned red, and his eyes stared out, "How dare you talk back? I said you fed me the wrong thing, you fed me the wrong thing! Do you still dare to talk back? Do you still dare to talk back?"
After saying this, Zhang Sanlaizi raised his foot and kicked Zhang Huan. Zhang Huan was severely hurt by the kick. He rolled around on the ground and screamed, crying and screaming, which attracted people in the private school.
Lin Xiucai, the school teacher, came out. He was already in his fifties, and his hair and beard were all white.
When he saw Zhang Sanraizi, he was very disgusted and yelled: "Sanraizi, do you want to die? Don't beat people to death at the gate of the school. It's a saint, it's unlucky! We still have students here who will take the Tongsheng exam next year.
Woolen cloth!"
Zhang Sanlaizi quickly nodded and bowed to Lin Xiucai, apologizing again and again.
Lin Xiucai walked to Zhang Huan. Zhang Huan wiped the blood from his nostrils and looked up at Lin Xiucai, hoping that he could help him. However, Lin Xiucai looked at this dirty and thin brat with disgust: "I can't see him.
Those who are suffering, take them away quickly!"
So Zhang Sanlaizi dragged Zhang Huan away directly to the door of Deng's house, pointed at the big fat cow that knew nothing about it, and told Zhang Huan all kinds of crimes.
The servants of the Deng family didn't bother to pay attention to many of them. They directly said that since the matter of herding cattle has been handed over to Zhang San Laizi, it is his own business to decide who to subcontract to. Why drag this child to Deng family?
At the door of the house?
Zhang Huan also wanted to argue that it was him who had been feeding the big bull for two years, and he had been feeding it from beginning to end, but the servants of the Deng family didn't bother to pay attention at all, and turned around and left.
Zhang San Laizi laughed loudly, poked Zhang Huan's head with his finger, and said: "From today on, you won't have a share in this cattle herding job! There are other part-time jobs, and you won't have a share in any of them."
Come on! Go home, you brat!"
So Zhang Huan went home in a daze. He wandered around the house for a long time, and then slowly entered the house when it was time to finish his work.
When Zhang Qin saw Zhang Huan's face covered with blood scabs, she panicked and quickly asked him what was going on. Zhang Huan was not very clear-headed at this time and directly told Zhang San Laizi everything about how he had offended him.
Mother.
In other words, Zhang Huan will no longer be able to go out to do part-time work to support his family. After learning about this, Zhang Qin quickly comforted Zhang Huan, saying that he was still young and did not need to go out to do part-time work.
Grandma will take care of him.
That night, Zhang Huan heard his mother Zhang Qin's cry again. This time, he did not cry, but clenched his fists. His mother had not cried for many days and nights, but this time, because of herself,
It made my grandma sad.
But I didn't do anything wrong! I just met Zhang San Laizi who was drunk, and he wanted to bully me!
Why? Why should I be bullied? Why should the clan take over my family’s land? Why should my mother sell all the dowry? Why can’t I study? Why why why why why why why
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That night, Zhang Huan did not sleep well. He had many nightmares, but he could not remember what he dreamed about.
In the morning, Zhang Huan sat up suddenly. He felt that he had gotten up late, but as soon as he got out of bed, he remembered that he had lost his part-time job and there was no odd job to do in the morning.
Zhang Qin placed a bowl of porridge on the table and a small plate of pickles next to it.
The porridge was already a little cold, but it was still delicious, because for a hungry half-year-old, nothing edible would be unpalatable, even the dregs of traditional Chinese medicine, he could swallow it.
When he was halfway through drinking, Zhang Huan suddenly stopped. His tears dripped into the bowl, and the salty tears mixed with the white porridge and went into his stomach.
Because he suddenly remembered that the family only had one day's worth of grain, so he used his daily wages to buy rice for the next day. When Zhang Huan came home yesterday, not only did he not get his wages, but he also lost his part-time job, so last night he
After eating, I went to bed.
So when the day's food supply has been eaten up and no new wages have been received, where will the rice for the porridge come from? Naturally, the only choice is that the mother, Zhang Qin, did not eat last night and saved the money for Zhang Huan to eat this morning.
Zhang Huan finished the porridge in a few seconds, then licked the bowl clean, and finally finished all the small plate of pickles.
All the things in his family were pawned and he had no kitchen knives, so he walked directly outside the door. When he arrived at the field where he usually worked, the workers looked at Zhang Huan with sympathy in their eyes, but no one dared to get close to him.
say.
Zhang Huan walked around the field and secretly took a sickle from the ground.
Some workers saw Zhang Huan leaving with the sickle, but no one dared to get into trouble, for fear that Zhang San Laizi would mistakenly think that they were also working with Zhang Huan.
Zhang Huan walked to the tavern where Zhang Sanraizi went most often. The villagers who saw him on the road avoided talking to him. Zhang Huan slipped in through the back door of the tavern and saw Zhang Sanraizi drunk as a mud.
, everyone could not stand still, and even laughed at the proprietress in the tavern.
Zhang Huan seized the opportunity and rushed out from the back room. He launched a sneak attack from behind without Zhang Sanraizi noticing, and cut Zhang Sanraizi's throat with a sickle. He was used to cutting pigweed and wheat, so he didn't feel anything special.
big difficulty.
With a "poof" sound, Zhang Sanraizi's blood spurted out from the artery in his neck and sprayed directly on the face and body of the tavern proprietress, causing her to scream.
Zhang Sanraizi died after a short struggle. The sickle kept cutting off his head, so Zhang Huan found an ax from the woodshed of the tavern and chopped it several times before cutting off Zhang Sanraizi's head and stuffing it in his cloth.
It was taken.
As for Zhang San Laizi's headless corpse, he placed it in the tavern and no one dared to touch it.