Quick Travel: Crazy Literature

Chapter 227 The King of the Era (2)

Heshan regained consciousness and wiped his eyes with his hands, trying to wipe away the tears, but ended up hurting his eyes.

She glanced down and her mouth couldn't stop twitching.

The skin of this old man doesn't look like the hands of a man in his early thirties. It's dark, dry and wrinkled.

Thinking back, when the news of the cancellation of the college entrance examination came, the original owner was worried about his eldest son.

At this time, there was a noise in the room next door, and a tall and thin boy opened the door and came out. Seeing Heshan sitting there, he frowned and said with subtle disdain: "Mom, what are you doing here? I'm hungry."

If Li Cuihua were still alive, she would go to the kitchen without saying a word to make him a bowl of delicious noodles with an egg to comfort her son's unfulfilled ambitions.

However, at this moment, Heshan rolled his eyes, stepped forward and pushed him, shouting loudly:

"Eat, eat, eat! Why don't I eat you to death, you useless piece of shit? Your mother and your brother have been busy in the fields for a long time and we didn't even have a sip of hot water to drink when we came back. And you slept until noon, and you still want to eat? You're dreaming!"

Fang Xinjun, the eldest son of Baiyanerlang, staggered after being slapped. He covered his face in disbelief and looked back at her: "Mom! You, you hit me!"

"I'll hit you if you want. Do I have to pick a day?"

"You are such a good-for-nothing. You are not good at studying, you can't do any work, and you can't even cook. Why did I give birth to a loser like you? If I had known this day would come, I would have strangled you to death when you were born!"

"Bah! You're just a gigolo. You've wasted decades of my hard work!"

Heshan pointed at him and cursed at him. He was so angry that he went up to him and slapped him a few more times, making a clanging sound on his face.

Fang Xinjun was indeed a useless guy. The 17-year-old boy didn't have the slightest strength to fight back. He wanted to retort, but he couldn't even get a word in. He could only utter faint cries of pain and finally fell to the ground.

Seeing his appearance, Heshan shook his hands in annoyance, and his arms became sore and weak.

My stomach is empty, but the most unbearable thing is the smell and itchiness on my body. It is so uncomfortable.

Regardless of Fang Xinjun who had fainted on the ground, she walked out of the main room and prepared to boil some water to wash.

As a result, just as I squatted in front of the stove to light the fire, a series of popping sounds came from the door.

Hey, free labor is back.

Heshan's eyes drifted away, and he picked up the stick that was burning next to the small bench, and walked out to see that the dead girl Fang Laosan was walking into the house in a flowered dress and a flowery hair string. When she saw her, she said lightly:

"Mom, I'm hungry after playing, please cook dinner quickly."

The king got angry all of a sudden. Why are there so many people eating for free?

She glared, moved her feet quickly, and hit Fang Xinlan with a gun from behind.

"You bastard! How dare you order me around!"

"Ah—Mom! What are you doing!?"

He Shan laughed angrily: "What are you doing? I think you are just itching for trouble! You have been playing around all day, right? You are an unfilial thing. Are you waiting for me to serve you?"

"Look, I'm going to teach you a lesson today, you arrogant little girl!"

"Ahhhhhh! Mom, are you crazy? Brother! Big brother, save me!" Fang Xinlan jumped in pain and ran into the house in a hurry.

Oh, if I don’t beat you into submission today, I’m not the king!

She ran away, and the king chased her, and she couldn't escape even if she had wings.

When Fang Xinlan entered the room, she saw her eldest brother fainted on the ground. She screamed and turned around to stop him, "Mom! My eldest brother fainted!"

Heshan held the stick in his hand and didn't even look at it. How could she not know whether he was dizzy or not?

"Swish"

"Ahhh it hurts! Mom!"

Fang Xinlan touched her arm and looked back at Heshan with a hint of resentment in her eyes, "Mom, why are you so crazy today!"

"The pinnacle of beating unfilial children!"

As she spoke, she beat him mercilessly, "I'll make you lose your temper day by day. Look at other people's children, they have three meals a day and do all the work at home and in the fields. Compared to them, you are a waste, and you still want me to serve you!"

"Why aren't you two ungrateful wolves dying of pleasure? Let's see if you dare to be lazy again in the future!"

"Clap clap clap"

The Fang family's house was not big, with only two rooms inside, and the place was narrow. He Shan also controlled the exit. Fang Xinlan had nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape, and she was not old enough to resist her at all. She could only squat on the ground and hold her head and beg for mercy:

"Mmmmm, stop hitting me, stop hitting me."

"I was wrong, I was wrong, mom! Stop hitting me! Wuuuuuuu"

Heshan was even angrier: "Cry, cry, cry, you are crying for your life, you unlucky thing, I am still alive, are you cursing me? Speak!"

"Of course it is, you damned beast, I really have to beat you up."

"piapiapiapiapia"

In an instant, even more intense pain came, and Fang Xinlan let out a sharp scream.

Fang Xinjun's eyelids twitched and he was suddenly awakened by the noise.

The rage of the living devil was burning inside, and high-pitched screams could be heard through the small courtyard. The villagers who had just returned from work were attracted by the sound and looked around curiously.

"That's weird, why do I hear Cuihua's family crying?"

"Oh, Auntie, did you hear it too? I thought I heard it wrongly. Cuihua is a good-tempered person. What happened?"

"Does it sound like beating a child?"

Wiping her sweat off her forehead, Mrs. Wang showed disbelief: "She has spoiled her child to the heavens, how could she hit him? I think it's more likely that she was beaten by the child."

When everyone heard this, they all said, "Let's go and take a look. If it's Xinmin, that would be terrible."

Although everyone was hungry, the thought of something new and fresh in this impoverished life was quite attractive, and many people changed direction.

When I got closer, I saw a person crouching at the door, peeking inside furtively. "Huh? Xinmin?"

Fang Xinmin was startled, patted his chest and looked over with a strange expression.

Everyone asked: "What's going on in your family?"

Fang Xinmin looked inside again, lowered his head and stammered, "No, I don't know..."

"How come you don't know about your family's affairs? Is your mother in there?"

"……like,"

He was interrupted by another noisy voice from inside:

"Stop hitting me! You are not my real mother anymore!"

"Ahhh mom! Stop hitting me! I was wrong, I was wrong, it hurts so much"

"I'm not your mother, you two ungrateful bastards. Do you realize you're wrong now? Were you kicked in the head by a donkey before? You sit and wait for me every day, and you think I'm your servant."

"Bang, bang, bang"

The villagers looked at each other in bewilderment. They could really hear the sound. It was from Xinjun and Xinlan. Cuihua had always treated her older son and younger daughter with great care, but today it was strange that they actually started fighting.

They looked at Fang Xinmin, who had his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Well, we still have to go in and take a look, so as not to beat the guy to death." He had never fought before and had no sense of propriety. It would be bad if he failed.

The villagers were very kind-hearted and walked in immediately. A few steps away, He Shan trapped the two men in a corner and beat them, including Fang Xinjun who had just woken up and wanted to resist.