The man became even angrier after hearing this, and his attacks became less serious: "Your mother is mine, so what belongs to her is not mine? Get it to me quickly..." He leaned over and pried open the boy's fingers.
But the boy refused to let go and cried: "My mother's porridge has been eaten by you. She is still sick. If she doesn't eat, she will starve to death... Wuwu... I won't give it to you even if I die... This is
Food for my mother..."
Fang Jun didn't want to meddle in these nosy matters. Although this man was really too much, but there were thousands of victims here, could he handle it?
But after hearing the boy's words, Fang Jun's face darkened and he ordered his servant, "Pull him away!"
Without saying a word, several servants dismounted their horses, rushed over and pulled the man away.
The man was unexpectedly grabbed by the arm and pulled away. He was furious and was about to curse. When he looked back, he shrank his neck and did not dare to say a word.
Fang Jun wears a mink hat and brocade fur, and rides on a group of horses that are all black and divine. You can tell at the first sight that he is a noble person. Even the servants look arrogant and menacing. How dare you offend this man?
He said with a sneer: "Several nobles, a certain one is educating his son. This bastard really has no conscience. It's just a joke..."
Housework?
Fang Jun frowned on the horse and hesitated in his heart.
This is the Tang Dynasty, not the 21st century. There is no child protection law... The king is the guide for the ministers, and the father is the guide for the son. This is not just talk. If the son is unfilial, the father has every right to beat him to death.
Instead of having to pay with your life, you will even get the support of public opinion.
But the boy just said that this rice ball was for his mother, but this man wanted to eat it, which made Fang Jun furious.
A man in hiding cannot provide his wife and children with a sufficient meal and a sheltered home. Instead, he has to rob his wife and children of food. He is even worse than a dog!
"I am not your son, my surname is Wei, your surname is Zhao, you are not my father..."
the boy yelled.
The man said angrily: "You little beast, are you looking for death..." He stretched out his hand to hit him.
Many victims had gathered nearby to watch the fun, and someone laughed and said, "Come on, Zhao Si, Wei Ying is not your biological son, do you really think you are his father?"
Another person said: "That's right, asking for a daughter-in-law like Wei Siniang is like smoke coming out of the ancestral grave of your old Zhao family. You are a donkey who eats, drinks, whores and gambles all day long, but forces the ladies to support you. Now the mother-in-law is ill."
Oh, you actually robbed her of her food rations, are you still a human being?"
Everyone in the audience couldn't watch it, and they all criticized Zhao Laosi.
Mr. Zhao's face was red, his face was stern and he said inwardly: "What does Mr. and Mrs.'s family affairs have to do with you at this time? Stop making noise and leave quickly..."
At this time, Fang Jun had roughly understood the reason for the matter. He could not help but turn blue with anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "Old Zhao, what everyone said is true?"
Zhao Laosi felt guilty, but he saw that although Fang Jun was gorgeously dressed and had an extraordinary bearing, he still had a childlike look on his face. He must have been a young master from a wealthy family, and he didn't necessarily have any opinions.
Then he scratched his neck and said, "So what if it is true? That woman is mine if she marries me. If I want her to give birth, she will live, and if I want her to die, I will die..."
Fang Jun was so angry that his nose almost started to smoke, and he laughed angrily: "So, even the life-saving rations from my mother-in-law, you have the heart to snatch and take it for yourself?"
"What does it have to do with you?"
"What does it have to do with me?"
Fang Jun smiled ferociously: "It's really none of my business, but I just like to meddle in other people's business, okay?"
Zhao Laosi sneered: "Do you think you are the prince? You are a coward..."
Fang Jun grabbed the riding whip, jumped off the horse, and said: "You are not a prince, but even if you are a prince, I will hit you whenever I want..."
He raised his arm, and the tip of the riding crop made a sharp whistle, piercing the air, and struck Zhao Laosi across the face with a "snap" of the whip.
"oops……"
Zhao Laosi screamed, covered his head and face, and cursed: "You idiot, how dare you hit me... Ouch!"
Fang Jun gritted his back teeth and whipped Zhao Laosi one whip after another.
He was extremely angry at this scumbag who was worse than a beast. He felt like there was a fire blocked in his heart. If he didn't let it out, he would burn everything inside!
Are there such shameless and selfish people in the world?
Kill the ball!
What kind of magical power does Fang Jun have? Even Yan Hongliang, who is known as "Suppressing Guanxi", was knocked down by him with one punch, let alone the skinny Zhao Laosi?
After more than a dozen whips were applied, Zhao Laosi huddled in the snow, moaning and groaning and unable to even scream. His body was covered in whip marks and his flesh was blurred, and he could only breathe out but not in.
The boy had been watching from the side, his two big eyes shining with hatred.
When he saw that Mr. Zhao was about to be whipped to death by Fang Jun, he suddenly rushed over and hugged Fang Jun's thigh, begging: "My lord, please spare him..."
Fang Jun raised his whip high and was slightly startled: "What did you say?"
He really wanted to beat this scumbag to death!
But just now, this child wanted to bite Zhao Laosi to death. Why did he plead for him now?
"Although this man is worse than a beast, if it weren't for him, my mother and I would have starved to death long ago... Your whipping is enough for him. It's freezing in the sky. If you eat, I'm afraid he won't live long, noble man."
Just spare his life and don't dirty your hands..."
The boy looked into Fang Jun's eyes and said.
Fang Jun was really stunned.
The boy in front of him has little food to eat, no clothes to cover his body, a big head and a small body. He is obviously malnourished for a long time. But such a beggar-like child can actually say such coherent words?
Is it true that geniuses are all among the people?
Fang Jun looked at the boy's dirty and bloodstained face and lowered his hand holding the whip.
"I gave you this face, so I will spare this beast today!"
Fang Jun was very interested in this little boy named Wei Ying and asked, "I wonder where your mother is?"
"ah!"
Wei Ying suddenly woke up, quickly got up from the ground, touched the nosebleed on his face, and ran towards a shed on the roadside.
Someone next to him sighed: "This Wei Ying is a filial son, but it's a pity that his mother may not survive..."
"Yes, Si Niang Wei was such a good woman, but she was ruined by this Zhao Lao Si..."
"Who says it's not the case? Wei Siniang has always been in poor health and overworked. In addition, the heavy snow collapsed her house. She became so angry that she fell ill. Now she has no food, clothing, or medicine. How can she survive?
past……"
"Even if you have a stutter, maybe it won't be like this..."
"But what's the solution? Fortunately, His Highness King Wu got the trick from Fang Erlang and forced the big families in the city to donate some money and food. But how many victims are there in and outside the city? Where can we get relief..."
"If you can give out a free meal of porridge a day, if you don't starve to death, it will be an eye-opener for God..."
Fang Jun felt heavy. Looking around, the victims were all sallow and thin, with no clothes to cover their bodies.
Is this the prosperous age of Zhenguan?
Is this the most prosperous and prosperous era in history?
Is this the majestic Tang Dynasty, a country with great pride and pride from all over the world?
It’s all nonsense!
The common people don’t have enough to eat, but you still dare to call it a prosperous age? You dare to call it prosperous? You dare to call the country a great country and its people proud, the mighty Tang Dynasty?
Fang Jun felt like there was a stone in his heart, weighing him down so much that he couldn't breathe.
He had also ridiculed and criticized the era in which he lived countless times. He was dissatisfied with this and angry with that. It was only when he really stood fifteen hundred years ago, standing in this prosperous world that was praised by countless history books.
Tang, he realized that no matter what system, no matter how powerful, no matter how mighty, they are just the moon in the mirror.
Having enough food for the people is the foundation of a country!
This is the supreme achievement of the administrator!