Fang Heng knew that his mother came from a wealthy royal family in Anshui County, but because Anshui County was too far away from Fengjing, he had only been back three times in ten years, so it was not considered familiar.
"My grandma only had one biological brother. He died of illness three years ago, and the Wang family fell into the hands of my aunt Sun." Fang Heng said softly.
Later, when Fang Heng's family of three suffered a disaster, Sun abandoned her sister-in-law without hesitation and became friends with the second uncle of the Fang family, and repeatedly attacked Fang Heng.
There were many times that Fang Heng thought that if his uncle was still alive, he would definitely be a strong support for his mother, he would definitely treat his nephew well, and he would definitely not let his aunt command the people of the Wang family and harm the blood of the Wang family.
"My mother-in-law has a few concubines, but they have already married, and I don't know who they are married to." Fang Heng thought hard, but soon became impatient, "It's better not to think about it. It's better to ask the county magistrate directly. .”
He picked up the stick and walked out in a hurry.
Xu Mo followed behind, quite dumbfounded.
The two of them walked from the small courtyard to the entrance of the county government office, and happened to see Bian Wenxuan wandering around the door.
He pretended not to know Fang Heng and looked at Xu Mo with his eyes lit up, "Good Master, you are finally here. The city has issued an order to conduct a census of the population in the past ten years. You happen to be the new one, so I will leave this matter to you. Done."
After saying that, he placed a thick stack of booklets in Xu Mo's arms and patted them expectantly.
Xu Mo remained silent.
Wang Xi on the side muttered, "You two are new to the job."
Bian Wenxuan looked back fiercely, and Wang Xi shrank his neck in fright, covering his mouth with one hand to show that he did not dare to speak nonsense again.
"Sir." Fang Heng spoke.
Bian Wenxuan's heart skipped a beat and he looked at the sky.
"Sir." Fang Heng spoke again.
Bian Wenxuan's heart jumped again and he looked at the ground.
Anyway, I just don’t look at Fang Heng.
"Sir, your show is too much." Wang Xi couldn't stand it anymore and opened his mouth again, "It's too obvious, too obvious."
Bian Wenxuan bit his gums and looked at Fang Heng, "What's the matter?"
"Sir, may I ask if you know my mother, Wang Fuxue?" Fang Heng went straight to the point, which was in sharp contrast to his ink marks.
Bian Wenxuan's heart stopped beating this time. He thought about it and realized that he really didn't know Wang Fuxue. The person he knew was Wang Fuliu, so he shook his head with certainty, "I don't know him."
A normal person would think that since he doesn't know Wang Fuxue, he probably doesn't know the rest of the Wang family either.
Fang Heng was quite normal. He cupped his fists and thanked her without asking any more questions.
Bian Wenxuan turned around and smiled toothily at Wang Xi, secretly glad that he had escaped.
Xu Mo couldn't stand it any longer. He coughed slightly and said, "The servant next to you is named Wang."
Bian Wenxuan's servant should be named Bian.
Only then did Fang Heng realize that he had been deceived by the new county magistrate. He turned his head to look at Wang Xi, and without saying a word, he directly pulled out the long stick.
Although he was very skilled in the past, he only practiced alone. After two fights, he gradually gained that kind of blood.
It is also commonly known as murderous intent.
Before Wang Xi could even turn around, his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, shouting, "Master, spare your life."
He said he was a young master.
Ordinary aristocratic families will sort their names among their cousins. Outsiders often call them the eldest son and the second son. Only those who are relatively close and have nothing to do with the Fang family will not rank them.
Combined with his surname, it can only be...the Wang family.
Fang Heng looked at Bian Wenxuan again with a cold face.
The county magistrate, who had always been aloof, sighed, and his tone gradually became serious, "I know what you want to know, but I can't tell you now."
"You just need to know that I'm not here to harm you, I'm here to help you."
He admitted that he was entrusted by the girl from the Wang family, and even Wang Xi was that person's personal servant.
But he refused to say who it was.
Even though Fang Heng was skilled in martial arts, he could not force someone to help him.
He could only stand upright at the gate of the county government office for a long, long time before suddenly putting away his stick and turning around to go home.
Xu Mo, carrying a large pile of books, already had a sore back, so he entered the county government office no longer.
Silence returned to the avenue.
Wang Xi got up from the ground, stood behind Bian Wenxuan, and said softly, "Why don't you tell the young master?"
Bian Wenxuan shook his head silently.
It's not that he doesn't tell, but there are some things that he doesn't know how to tell.
The entrance to the courtyard.
Jiang Sheng looked at Fang Heng, who was slashing and killing in the courtyard, looking desolate, and his eyebrows furrowed into an "eight".
"What's wrong with Third Brother?" She asked Chang Yan to mutter, "Fifth Brother, should we care about Third Brother? Or buy him some of his favorite dishes at night?"
Chang Yan was shaken so hard that his eyes flashed with gold, and he couldn't laugh or cry.
The eldest brother has gone to be a master, the second brother has gone to collect vegetables, the third brother has taken care of the servants, and even the fourth brother has gone to the hospital without coming back. He is the only idler in the family. The difficult and great task of accompanying his sister can only be left to him. On him.
In fact, my sister is sweet, well-behaved and cute, but her tendency to hang around when she's anxious is not a good thing.
Chang Yan shook his head and managed to regain some clarity, "Third brother seems to be in a bad mood, so let him vent."
If you rush over there, you will only get frustrated.
Just look at the few children practicing martial arts in the yard. Jiang Yi, the oldest, noticed something was wrong with Fang Heng and had the courage to go up and ask, "Sir, are you okay?"
Fang Heng turned back sharply, his eyes gleaming, "Come on, practice."
He threw a stick over.
Jiang Yizhan caught it tremblingly, but before he could react, a stick hit him in the head. Although the left turn landed on his shoulder, it was still so painful that he burst into tears.
"Fight back! You are the oldest and the latest to practice martial arts. If you want to practice well, you have to endure hardships and suffer more than others. But our ancestors said that nothing is difficult in the world. As long as you study hard and practice hard, stupid Even the bird can fly first." Fang Heng spoke sonorously while playing.
Jiang Yi was forced to defend and tried his best, but he could only catch one-tenth of the moves.
Fang Heng didn't want to bully people like this, so he turned around and glanced at Er to Ba, "You guys come together."
The seven children were stunned for a moment.
Fang Heng's tone also became cold, "As a domestic servant, you must obey orders. Don't you even understand this?"
The seven children had no choice but to pick up sticks from the ground, face Fang Heng, and rush towards him like the enemies who killed their father.
But even so, he was still beaten to the ground, and it was difficult to compete.
A quarter of an hour later, Fang Heng threw away the long stick, looked at the eight children lying on the ground, and shook his head helplessly.
Jiang Sheng, who was hiding behind the door, shivered.
"Are you still going up?" Chang Yan asked.
Jiang Sheng shook his head like a rattle.
My eldest brother is here anyway, so just ask him tonight.
But at night, Jiang Sheng discovered that not only was the third brother at fault, but something had also happened to the eldest brother.
He didn't go home until late at night.
