Xiao Shaofei was quick to speak, and unexpectedly said: "Dad, you can't even deal with such an easy tomboy, how can you still get the rank of Jinshi?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as Xiao Shaofei stopped speaking, there was a burst of lightning and thunder in the sky, and a thunderous explosion, which seemed to punish him for being disrespectful and knocked him unconscious.
Zhang Jinzhao was also frightened and fainted.
Wang Shaoxiang was so shocked that he was at a loss. Wang Weicheng hurriedly went to invite his father.
After some rescue efforts by Wang Langzhong, Zhang Jinzhao finally woke up.
Xiao Shaofei's words just now were exactly the same as those of the clam catcher, which completely broke Zhang Jinzhao's thoughts of life.
Xiao Shaofei's wisdom roots seemed to have been broken by the thunder, and he lost his previous spirituality.
…
Outside the house, it was windy and rainy, with lightning and thunder.
Zhang Jinzhao was dying.
The family sobbed.
One moment, Zhang Jinzhao felt like a sharp knife piercing his heart, and the pain was unbearable; the next moment, he felt like a devil pressing down on his head, terrified; the next moment, he was as motionless as if he had died.
"Dad, wake up, don't fall asleep..." Xiao Shaofei shouted while shaking hard.
Amid Xiao Shaofei's frantic shouting, Zhang Jinzhao struggled back from the brink of death, breathing heavily: "Fei...er, I...can't survive. You have to...live well..."
"Dad, you can't leave me alone..."
It was already daybreak, and Zhang Jinzhao once again struggled to come back from the brink of death, looking extremely painful.
The family sobbed.
Zhang Jinzhao looked at Xiao Shaofei in pain and said unwillingly: "I can't die... my son can't live without his father... I want to see... my son is the top scorer in high school and has a glorious ancestor..."
There was a burst of lightning and thunder, and a thunderbolt exploded. In an instant, it seemed like the sky had collapsed, and heavy rain poured down from the sky.
A strong wind swept into the house and the oil lamp was blown out.
Zhang Jinzhao is on his deathbed.
In the darkness, Xiao Shaofei's desperate cry came: "Dad - dad -"
Zhang Jinzhao passed away, leaving behind his virtuous wife and beloved son when Xiao Shaofei was 5 years old.
When Wang Shaoxiang saw it, he felt his liver and lungs being torn apart, his heart broken and his heart broken...
When Xiao Shaofei saw that his father was dead, he cried like crazy...
This heart-wrenching cry was like a thunderbolt exploding in the sky, shaking the sky above the mountain village in the early morning and shaking the entire wisdom world.
Neighbors who had gotten up early to go out to work heard the crying and rushed over. Seeing this situation, they all sympathized with Xiao Shaofei and comforted him.
God is jealous of talents.
Zhang Jinzhao died young. Fortunately, when Zhang Jinzhao was alive, he was literate and helped the villagers a lot. Therefore, when the villagers saw that Zhang Jinzhao was dead, they all came to help their orphans and widowed mothers arrange their funeral affairs, and they all persuaded Wang Shaoxiang, mother and son. Don't be too sad...
On the day of the funeral, it was raining and the mountain wind was blowing.
The earth was shrouded in heavy rain, and the whole village of Taizhen was in a state of misery.
In the village, a burst of firecrackers, the sad music of suona, and the sad cries of relatives echoed in the sky.
Xiao Shaofei, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt in front of the coffin with relatives and friends wearing sackcloth and mourning, covering their faces and crying.
A man dressed in Taoist robes, shaking a copper bell in his hand, muttering...
The priest presiding over the ceremony, after the man finished chanting, shouted: "Awakening!"
The coffin was lifted by six strong men, firecrackers went off again, and suddenly there was a cry of mourning.
Xiao Shaofei carried the banner in front, and the funeral procession came out of the village holding paper banners.
As the mourners walked, they scattered mourning papers in the sky.
The ghost paper fell on the field one after another in the autumn wind and rain, stained with mud.
Several old ladies and aunts who were watching the funeral on the side of the road couldn't help wiping away tears and said pitifully: "Why is Sister Zhao's life so miserable..."
With the help of all the villagers, Xiao Shaofei sent his father to the mountain for burial.
Seeing that Zhang Jinzhao had been buried, the villagers persuaded Xiao Shaofei and his son not to be too sad...
"Dad..." Xiao Shaofei crawled on the pile of new graves in Taishan.
His father, who depended on him for life, had been buried under the pile of loess.
Wang Shaoxiang packed up the dishes and said to Xiao Shaofei, who was crying uncontrollably: "Fei'er, let's go home."
"Dad..." Xiao Shaofei, wearing a long filial piety shirt and a white filial piety hat, prostrated on the new grave.
His father was already lying under the pile of loess.
Xiao Shaofei's uncle and aunt also came forward to comfort Xiao Shaofei.
…
Under the hardships of the years, Xiao Shaofei grew up to seven years old without knowing it.
Perhaps because he is often hungry, he is shorter than other children of the same age.
On this day, Xiao Shaofei was squatting under the eaves to help his mother sharpen the hatchet. Ergou, Cowboy and several other children who used to study and read with Zhang Jinzhao in the courtyard were jumping around with their schoolbags on their backs, talking and laughing as they passed by the courtyard gate and went to school.
Xiao Shaofei looked at the direction in which they disappeared, thoughtfully.
Wang Shaoxiang was moved by the scene and couldn't help crying.
She choked and said, "Fei'er, I'm sorry for you. Our family is too poor and we can't send you to school!"
But Xiao Shaofei said: "Mom, I'm not thinking about going to school, but I'm thinking about what's the use of them going to school?"
Wang Shaoxiang said sadly: "Stupid boy, of course it is useful to go to school. If you read enough poems and books, you can be a scholar and a Jinshi!"
Xiao Shaofei asked again: "What are you doing to take the scholar exam?"
Wang Shaoxiang said: "Be an official. If you are admitted as a scholar, it is what we people call elected officials. If you are a Jinshi, you can be a county magistrate. Then you can be promoted step by step, becoming a prefect and a prime minister. Under one person, you are above ten thousand people. .”
Xiao Shaofei broke the casserole and asked: "Then, after becoming prime minister, what else will you do?"
"When you become prime minister, you will retire and return to your hometown when you are old." Wang Shaoxiang said patiently.
Xiao Shaofei said with emotion: "After a long journey, I still have to go back to my hometown! It's okay if I don't read the poetry book."
Wang Shaoxiang was really dumbfounded after hearing this: "Then what do you want to do?"
Xiao Shaofei raised the woodcutter in his hand and said seriously: "Chop wood! From today on, I will go up the mountain to chop wood, exchange money for rice, and support my mother-in-law."
After Wang Shaoxiang heard this, she didn't know whether she should cry or laugh. She held her son tightly in her arms, with tears shining in her eyes.
…
The sun and moon reincarnate, and the years pass by.
The lotus flowers in the lotus pond in front of Zhang's house bloom and fall, and Zhang Shaofei gradually grows with the passage of time.
In the golden autumn of October, after the rice harvest in the fields, Wang Shaoxiang has been busy weaving at home these days.
It was almost time to make lunch. Wang Shaoxiang said to Zhang Shaofei who was reading outside the door: "Fei'er, go to the field to pick some vegetables and come back."
"Okay, Auntie." Since his father passed away, Zhang Shaofei has always lost interest in reading. He yawns after reading a few lines. He is wondering why when he reads a book recently, he is like Huang Fengzhi and an ox horn - his vertebrae are all out of control. enter. Suddenly he heard his mother calling him, he responded, dropped the book and went to pick vegetables. Zhang Shaofei went out to the village and was attracted by the yellow rapeseed flowers blooming on both sides of the river. For a moment, he forgot to pick vegetables in the fields.
He walked along the rapeseed flowers on both sides of the river, and unknowingly came to the neighboring village of Houliang Village, where he saw several village girls washing clothes by the river. A little girl was helping to dry the clothes while humming folk songs softly.
Zhang Shaofei walked to the river bank and washed his face with a handful of water.
The little singing girl hummed a tune and hung her clothes to dry on the river beach lawn.
The little girl was walking barefoot on the lawn... Suddenly, she heard a scream and fell to the ground.
A venomous snake disappears into the grass.
A village girl who was washing clothes by the river ran towards her in a hurry.
Zhang Shaofei, who was washing his face by the river, hesitated for a moment and waded into the river to come here.
The village girl arrived first and asked the little girl who fell on the ground: "Amei, what's wrong with you?"
The little girl who fell on the ground was called Lu Huilan. She was close to a coma and could not speak. She just pointed in the direction of her feet.
The village girl was Lu Huilan's fourth sister, Lu Huixiang. She looked at her younger sister's ankle and exclaimed, "Oh my God! Lu Huilan was bitten by a poisonous snake!"
At this time, Zhang Shaofei also arrived. After introducing himself, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, tied it tightly around Lu Huilan's ankles, and said to Lu Huixiang: "Quickly, pick her up and carry her to the doctor."
A village girl in green clothes said: "There is no doctor in my village."
Zhang Shaofei said: "You can also do a local doctor. Where can I find a local doctor who can treat snake bites?"
"Oh, Tu Langzhong? By the way, I once overheard my father mention that there was a Tu Langzhong named Tan Dali in Mahuangtian Village, saying that he was very effective in treating snake bites." The village girl in green recalled.
Another village girl said: "I'm afraid it's too late. It's bitten by a seven-step snake. In less than half an hour, the poisonous gas will spread throughout the body. If the poisonous gas attacks the heart, then..."
When Lu Huixiang heard this, she hugged Lu Huilan and started crying again: "Then, isn't my sister hopeless?"
Lu Huixiang hugged Lu Huilan and cried.
Lu Huilan's foot bitten by a poisonous snake has swollen, and the greenish poisonous color is spreading from the wound to the surrounding areas.
Zhang Shaofei turned around, ran to the thorn bushes by the river, broke off a sharp thorn, made a cross on her wound, lay down without hesitation, and took drugs with his mouth...
One bite, two bites, three bites... Lu Huilan's feet slowly turned from purple to white, but Zhang Shaofei was infected by the snake venom, his mouth and tongue were swollen, and his face was dark.
Zhang Shaofei found that the blood sucked out was already bright red, and Lu Huilan also started to make sounds.
Zhang Shaofei was about to smile at the anxious Lu Huixiang to show that the poisoned Lu Huilan was fine.
However, before he could laugh, he fell to the ground and fainted...
Several village girls present shouted anxiously: "Ah Fei, Ah Fei, what's wrong with you? Wake up!"
No matter how they shouted or shook, Zhang Shaofei showed no reaction, as if he had died...
Several young people from Houliang Village came over after hearing the news. One of them, a young man who had been to Mahuang Tianzhai, volunteered to hire Dr. Tan Dali, and the others took turns carrying Zhang Shaofei back to Lu Huixiang's house.
The doctor who arrived in time took Zhang Shaofei's pulse and said it didn't matter. After all, it was indirect poisoning and he would be fine after taking the medicine.
However, a long time passed, and Zhang Shaofei was still unconscious, as unconscious as a dead person.
