"Wang Zhong!" Seeing that it was Wang Zhong, Qiao Zuwang's eyes suddenly stared like bells, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he wanted to yell, but Wang Zhong's big iron-like hands grabbed his neck, just like a chicken. He was shocked at first, and then I couldn't believe it, and then I felt deep fear.
Especially looking at Wang Zhong's cold, emotionless eyes, Qiao Zuwang felt a chill on his back, his breathing became more and more difficult, and his face gradually turned red. The eyes that were as big as copper bells were flashing, It's an unprecedented fear.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Wang Zhong quickly threw Qiao Zuwang back on the bed. When Er Qiang brought Sanli and Simei in, he saw Wang Zhong standing beside the bed with a straight face, and Qiao Zuwang slumped down with a look of horror on his face. On the bed, he held the bed board with both hands, as if he had seen something extremely frightening.
"What are you doing in here?" Wang Zhong turned around and looked at Er Qiang and the two little girls. He walked over and drove them out. He also closed the door and bolted it from the inside.
Then he turned around and looked at Qiao Zuwang who was sitting on the bed. He raised the corner of his mouth with a slight smile and walked to the bed eagerly.
That smile fell in Qiao Zuwang's eyes, but it was as terrifying as the evil god Shura. Qiao Zuwang's heart trembled when he saw it. The suffocating feeling just now still lingered between his body and mind. One hand rubbed his neck, which was still a little painful. The fear just now , permeating the body and mind, Qiao Zuwang looked at Wang Zhong in fear and shock, somewhat unbelievable that he had actually lifted him up with one hand just now.
"What...what do you...want to do?" Looking at Wang Zhong who was gearing up and smiling evilly, Qiao Zuwang subconsciously shrank back.
Wang Zhong grinned and said, "What are you doing?"
"Of course, for your father, my uncle who died long ago, I will teach you, this unfilial son, a lesson!"
"You..." Before Qiao Zuwang could finish his words, a big hand like a cattail fan had already moved towards him. Qiao Zuwang was still ready to struggle, but the big hand like a vise first grabbed his ankle, and he felt a surge of vitality. Dali suddenly pulled him to the window. Qiao Zuwang subconsciously wanted to fight back, but the fist he just returned was blocked by a palm.
Then the palm of his hand turned into a tiger's claw, and he held it on Qiao Zuwang's wrist. The other hand climbed up his shoulder, and he lifted and pulled with both hands, only to hear a click.
Qiao Zuwang was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at himself drooping on his side. He only felt his right hand, his pupils tightened again, and then a scream like a slaughtered pig resounded through the sky.
But it wasn't over yet. The big palm-like hand pinched Qiao Zuwang's chin and shook it slightly. Then there were two more clicks. The pig-killing cry that resounded through the sky suddenly stopped, and there was only a whine left in Qiao Zuwang's mouth. Whining.
Wang Zhong followed the same pattern and removed Qiao Zuwang's other arm, and then his legs.
Qiao Zuwang was laid on the bed by Wang Zhong. Only his neck could move. He turned to look at his cousin by the window with a ferocious smile on his face. Tears of helplessness and fear left in Qiao Zuwang's eyes. Deep fear and pleading.
A pitiful cry came out from his mouth.
Wang Zhong rubbed his hand on the back of his waist, took out a leather bag, and spread it out on the bed in front of Qiao Zuwang.
Looking at the row of silver needles flashing with cold light on the skin bag, Qiao Zuwang was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to think of something. He whimpered and shouted desperately, squirming like a caterpillar, turning over and trying to walk to the bed. But he was held down by a big hand and couldn't move.
Tears welled up in Qiao Zuwang's eyes as if they were moneyless. He wanted to beg Wang Zhong, but he could only whimper and shout, unable to utter a single word.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. Didn't I just say that I want to teach you, an unfilial son, a lesson for my uncle!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhong casually touched the needle bag, and a long needle about a foot long appeared in his hand.
"Hey hey hey!"
The sobs in Qiao Zuwang's mouth became more urgent.
A few minutes later, the burly Qiao Zuwang watched Wang Zhong put the silver needles inserted into his body into the needle bag one by one with satisfaction, grab his thigh, press and lift, and there was another soft click. Along with severe pain, the left leg was the first to regain consciousness.
"Don't move!" Wang Zhong grabbed Qiao Zuwang's right leg and said with a smile: "If you move around and your hands and feet are not connected, and you are really disabled, I will not admit it!"
Qiao Zu's eyes were about to burst, and his heart was completely despairing. Tears flowed out loudly and he couldn't stop them at all.
Wang Zhong followed the same method and restored the joints of Qiao Zuwang's limbs one by one. Along with three bursts of severe pain, he felt the limbs gradually regaining consciousness. Tears filled Qiao Zuwang's eyes more and more.
Wang Zhong finally pinched Qiao Zuwang's chin and clicked it twice to restore it. His movements were as skillful as eating and drinking.
"Okay, stop pretending to be pitiful and get up!"
Wang Zhong glanced at Qiao Zuwang, then walked to the table beside the bed and sat down. That was where Qiao Zuwang usually drank old wine and ate pig head meat.
Qiao Zuwang hugged his legs and huddled on the bedside, looking at Wang Zhong in fear, not daring to get up.
"I told you to get up!" Wang Zhong's voice was a little colder. Qiao Zuwang immediately got out of bed and stood behind Wang Zhong with his slippers on.
"From today on, we will make a three-part agreement!" Wang Zhong said calmly: "From now on, 10% of them will go to my place to eat, and you will pay twenty yuan for food every month."
"Twenty yuan, aren't you going to kill me!" Although Qiao Zuwang was already afraid of Wang Zhong, trying to take money out of his pocket was tantamount to killing him. How could Qiao Zuwang be willing to do so, even if he was afraid? , you have to force yourself to defend yourself.
"How dare I take your life!" Wang Zhong said with a faint smile on his face: "The most I can do is come here every morning and evening, so that you can fully experience the feeling just now, and help me with the pain under the Nine Springs. Uncle, give this unfilial son a good education."
Qiao Zuwang subconsciously staggered back a few steps and looked at Wang Zhong with a horrified look on his face, with a look of tangled flesh and pain on his face. However, compared to the feeling of life worse than death just now, Qiao Zuwang's shoulders sank helplessly. inch.
"Can it be less!" Qiao Zuwang still didn't want to give up and tried to bargain with Wang Zhong.
"Okay!" Wang Zhong still had the faint smile on his face: "Then I won't come in the morning anymore, and I will come here every night."
The smile that just appeared on Qiao Zuwang's face froze for an instant, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Twenty is twenty!"
"As for you!" Wang Zhong glanced sideways at Qiao Zuwang and said calmly: "In the future, you can cook by yourself. Of course, you can also ask Yicheng and the others to pack and bring food back from me. You are an adult and can eat better. If they have more money, I won’t ask for more every month, just give me seven yuan.”
Qiao Zuwang didn't say anything. Obviously, he couldn't bear to spend this wasted money. With this money, he could quietly drink old wine and eat pig head meat by himself.
Wang Zhong then said: "One more thing, I remember that there was a jade bracelet in my cousin's dowry!"
Qiao Zuwang subconsciously took a few steps back and looked at Wang Zhong warily: "That's Shuying's dowry, don't even think about that jade bracelet."
Wang Zhongdao: "The pension my parents received from Yuhong Machinery Factory back then must have been a thousand yuan! Of course, for all these years, I have stayed at your house for food and accommodation, so it must have cost money, and my cousin refused to accept it. But I can’t not give it.”
"Just like Yicheng and others, based on five yuan a month, from the time I was eight years old until my cousin passed away last year, it was almost seven years. Let's make it up. Calculated based on seven years, that's eighty-four months. , that’s four hundred and twenty yuan.”
"Your cousin-in-law and I have taken care of you for so many years!" Qiao Zuwang whispered.
Wang Zhongdao: "My cousin has really put a lot of effort into taking care of me these years. I don't care how much you ask for. Just give me two hundred yuan, plus the bracelet left by my cousin. That's all about the pension." It’s over.”
"Two hundred yuan?" Qiao Zuwang's eyes widened, his voice rose by more than ten decibels, and he immediately shook his head: "No, no, you're going to kill me!"
Wang Zhong stood up and geared up again: "It seems that the experience just now was not profound enough. It is time for you to experience it again."
Qiao Zuwang stepped back repeatedly and looked at Wang Zhong with a horrified expression. He did not want to experience what he had just experienced again in his life.
"Here you go!"
"I'll give it to you!"
Seeing that Wang Zhong's smile had faded and his face gradually turned cold, Qiao Zuwang hurriedly compromised.
"You go out first!" Qiao Zuwang had just turned around when he suddenly remembered something and turned to Wang Zhong.
Wang Zhong turned around and walked to the door, picked up the bolt, and opened the door. The three little Doudings who were lying outside the door and peeking at the situation in the room almost fell down.
"Uncle, we didn't peek!" The second strong man was the first to admit it.
This child is already eleven years old, and his IQ is a bit worrying!
"Yes, yes! We are playing here!" Simei quickly added, while Sanli was too guilty to look at Wang Zhong and lowered her head.
Wang Zhong smiled slightly and said gently: "Go to the kitchen and call your eldest brother. Come to my house for breakfast!"
"Uncle, are we eating bacon?" Simei's eyes lit up and she swallowed subconsciously.
The second strongman's eyes also lit up, he turned around and ran, rushing into the kitchen without looking back, "I'll call big brother!"
After a while, the equally thin Yi Cheng was pulled out of the kitchen by the second strongman. Yi Cheng was still a little reluctant: "My porridge is almost ready, why did you pull me out?"
"Leave one bowl for your dad, and take the rest directly to my house. From now on, you will eat three meals a day at my house!" Wang Zhong stepped forward and rubbed Yi Cheng's head, and said softly.
"No need, uncle, I know how to cook!" His mother's early death and his father's selfishness and laziness have created a strong, sensitive character with a strong sense of self-esteem.
"Okay, why are you arguing with me about this?" Wang Zhong said with a smile, "Besides, it's not like your father won't provide you with living expenses."
The reason why Wang Zhong asked Yi Cheng and the others to have dinner with him at home in the future was because they were too thin and small. If they followed Qiao Zuwang, most of the good things would go into Qiao Zuwang's belly, and some of them would go into the four siblings' Tummy, that’s all because of Qiao Zuwang’s kindness.
Just like Sister Wu said, Qiao Zuwang has money to drink old wine and eat pig head meat, but he has no money to supplement nutrition for his children.
While Yicheng was still hesitating, Qiao Zuwang had already walked out with a red cloth bag and a wad of cash.
"promise!"
Walking up to Wang Zhong, Qiao Zuwang reluctantly handed the red cloth bag and the bundle of cash to Wang Zhong.
"Be careful!" Qiao Zuwang kept his eyes on the red cloth bag: "Don't drop it!"
It was Wei Shuying's dowry, and it was worth a lot of money. If it fell, everything would be over. Give this thing to Wang Zhong. Qiao Zuwang's heart was bleeding. But if he didn't give it, he would think of the painful experience just now. , Qiao Zuwang shuddered subconsciously and quickly looked away.
"Yicheng, you take your schoolbag and go to my house to have breakfast. After that, go to school. I will send Sanli and Simei back later."
Issei is already in the first grade of junior high school, and the second best is still in the third grade of elementary school. Sanli will also enter school after this summer vacation.
Wang Zhong put the things into his satchel, actually putting them into space.
"Uncle, I'm almost done with my porridge. I won't waste it if I don't eat it!" Yicheng said with some pain.
Wang Zhong smiled and said: "It's okay. The two strong men will eat later when they are hungry during the day!"
"Don't you have your final exam soon? I'll steam some bacon and sausage to replenish your health."
Yi Cheng was still a little hesitant, but Wang Zhong continued: "Okay, let's be polite to my uncle!"
Looking up at his uncle, who was half a head taller than his father, Yicheng felt warm in his heart and nodded in agreement.
"Bacon and sausages?" Qiao Zuwang turned around and stopped subconsciously as he took steps. He turned to look at Wang Zhong. He was about to say something, but Wang Zhong glanced at him and ran into the house. He was serious. Scared.
"I want to eat bacon! I want to eat sausage!" Simei quickly took Wang Zhong's hand and said with hope.
"I want to eat too!" Er Qiang also looked at Wang Zhong expectantly and swallowed subconsciously.
Although Sanli didn't speak, she also raised her little head and looked at Wang Zhong expectantly.
Yi Cheng went into the room and took out his school bag. It was said to be a school bag, but it was actually a green canvas satchel similar to Wang Zhong's. It contained Yi Cheng's books and homework.
Yicheng told Qiao Zuwang several times that the porridge was almost ready and asked him to light the stove.
Qiao Zuwang wished that Wang Zhong, the evil star, would leave as soon as possible, so he quickly agreed and asked them to leave quickly, but he hid in the room and did not dare to come out.
"Let's go!"
"Let's go! Let's go to my uncle's house to eat bacon!" Simei was very happy, and Sanli and Erqiang also had smiles on their faces.
Passing by Sister Wu's house, it was still a busy scene. The tables, chairs and benches in the courtyard were all set up, and the neighbors were also arriving one after another.
Sister Wu and several neighbor eldest sisters stood at the door, watching Wang Zhong lead the four children out of Qiao's courtyard, and asked curiously: "Yicheng, why is your family calling chickens and geese this early in the morning?" Called?"
A neighbor sister couldn't help but asked out of curiosity: "It sounded like the voice of Yi Cheng's father just now, right?"
Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Yicheng's father accidentally fell down when he first got up, and he couldn't hold back the pain."
"Is there anything wrong with Yicheng's father?" Sister Wu asked.
"It's okay, I just fell a little, just take a rest and you'll be fine!"
After exchanging a few words, Sister Wu and the neighbor sisters continued their work, and Wang Zhong led the fourth child home.
The narrow alley was winding and somewhat cramped, and within two minutes we arrived in front of Wang Chong's house.
As soon as he entered the door, Erqiang couldn't help but close his eyes, straighten his nose and sniff twice, then his face showed joy, he swallowed and said: "It smells so good!"
"Two strong ones, three beauties, and four beauties, you go and sit in the main room for a while. Issei will follow me into the kitchen and help me get the bowl."
That being said, none of the three little ones entered the house. Wang Zhong entered the kitchen, and the three little ones followed closely behind Yi Cheng.
I saw the three little ones stretching their necks, raising their toes and looking into the pot.
Wang Zhong looked at this scene, feeling inexplicably sad in his heart. Coupled with the memories implanted by the system, he had a natural closeness to these children, and his sympathy inevitably overflowed uncontrollably.
Wang Zhong did not insist on letting the three children enter the living room. Wang Zhong asked Yi Cheng to go to the cupboard to get the bowl, while he picked up the spatula and moved the cloth strips that sealed the gaps between the wooden lid and the iron pot onto the lid. Then he opened the lid of the pot, and a burst of white, rich smoke-like steam spurted out from the pot, accompanied by the rich aroma of rice, wrapped in the unique salty aroma of bacon and sausages, and instantly filled the entire kitchen.
The three little guys standing next to the stove were holding on to the edge of the stove, standing on tiptoes, staring at the iron pot with bright eyes. The smallest one, Simei, was standing on tiptoes and could not see the stove. , but this did not prevent her from jumping up and down and looking into the pot.
When the white steam dissipated, I saw a row of thickly sliced bacon and sausages neatly arranged in a circle. What should have been white rice grains were coated in the fat caused by the heat of the bacon and sausages. A layer of crystal clear coat.
"Uncle, is the bacon ready?" Erqiang asked impatiently.
The nine-year-old Er Qiang, who is half a young boy and has defeated me, is now at the age when he is growing up. In addition, the food at home is not very rich, so he is basically hungry most of the time.
"It's ready!" Wang Zhong had a spring-like smile on his face, and his voice was very soft. As he spoke, Wang Zhong had already picked up a plate and used chopsticks and spatulas to eat the bacon and sausage first. Take it out, and then use a spatula to quickly stir and stir so that the fat from the bacon and sausage is evenly distributed into the rice.
Then four bowls of rice were put out, and each bowl was covered with three slices of bacon and three slices of sausage.
"Second Qiang, there are chopsticks and spoons in the cabinet,"
Looking at the three eager little guys, Wang Zhong said with a smile.
As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, the second strongman had already arrived in front of the cabinet and took out chopsticks and two white porcelain spoons from the wooden chopstick basket.
In the living room, Erqiang sat to one side, Sanli and Simei sat on a bench, and each had a steaming bowl of bacon and sausage rice bowl in front of them.
Seeing the four brothers and sisters looking at him eagerly, Wang Zhong glanced at Yi Cheng and said with a smile: "Okay, stop sitting around and eat quickly!"
"Uncle, let me help you serve the rice!" As soon as Yicheng finished speaking, Wang Zhong grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to sit on the stool.
"Okay, you have to go to school, eat quickly, and go out early after eating, don't be late!"
The second strong ones, San Li and Simei couldn't wait to start.
Sanli and Simei held spoons, and Erqiang held chopsticks. The three of them all chose to eat the bacon first, because the fat bacon was more tempting to the three of them than the sausages.
Three pieces of bacon and three pieces of sausage were stuffed into the mouth by the second strongman, and his cheeks were bulging from the pressure. The child was almost crazy with greed for meat.
"Second Master, eat slowly!" Wang Zhong frowned before he could speak.
"Issei is right, eat slowly and don't choke."
After saying that, Wang Zhong turned around and went out. After a while, he saw Wang Zhong walking in carrying a deep bowl as big as his head and a plate of sliced bacon and sausages.
The bacon and sausages were placed in the middle of the table by Wang Zhong, which immediately attracted the attention of all the four little ones.
Seeing that there was no bacon or sausage in Wang Zhong's full bowl, Yicheng frowned slightly: "Uncle, why don't you eat bacon and sausage?"
Wang Zhong said: "Eat, why don't you eat? Let's eat together!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of sausage, bit off half of it, and took a big mouthful of rice.
After a while, Erqiang stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of bacon.
After a while, another piece was caught.
When the second strongman was about to pick up the third piece, Yi Cheng, who was frowning, used his chopsticks to push the second strongman's chopsticks away.
"You just know how to eat. Don't you notice that my uncle doesn't eat much?"
Erqiang immediately retracted his hand and buried his head in picking up the rice in the bowl.
Wang Zhong picked up two pieces of bacon and put them into Simei's bowl. He picked up two pieces of sausage and gave them to Sanli. He gave Yi Cheng a piece of bacon and a piece of sausage. Finally, he gave Er Qiang a piece of sausage and a plate. There were only two pieces of bacon and two pieces of sausage left in it.
"You have always eaten lightly, so you can't eat too much now."
"Uncle, you eat too." Yi Cheng gave Wang Zhong the remaining bacon and sausages, and was about to give Wang Zhong the two slices that Wang Zhong had given him in his bowl, but Wang Zhong stopped him. .
"Okay, this is enough for me. You guys are growing up now and your nutrition needs to be the same as last time."
"Although these cured meats are also meat, their nutritional value is not high. I will make tea eggs for you tomorrow morning."
"I made an agreement with your father. From now on, you will have three meals a day at my place."
"Okay!" Simei raised her hands in celebration, with a smile on her delicate face.
"Uncle, the rice you cook is the most delicious!" Er Qiang said to Wang Zhong with a smile, with a mouthful of rice still stuffed in his mouth, and his words were a little slurred.
"Eat slowly. It's not just this one meal. You can eat it every day from now on. No one will compete with you."
"Thank you, uncle!" Although Sanli is not old, she is much more sensible than Erqiang.
"Why don't you hurry up and thank me, uncle!" Yi Cheng quickly reminded Erqiang and Simei, who were still dumbfounded and just shoveled rice into their mouths.
"Thank you uncle!"
"Be polite to me!" Wang Zhong said with a smile: "This is dry rice. Each person can only have one bowl today. Don't eat more, lest your stomachs won't be able to bear it!"
The intestines and stomachs of children cannot be compared with those of adults, especially Sanli and Simei. One is six years old and the other is only four years old. They are so thin and small that they look malnourished at first glance.
Wang Zhong turned to Yicheng again and said: "Yicheng, from now on, after school is over at noon, you can go home and have dinner. I will prepare the rice in the morning, and you can heat it up before giving it to Er Qiang and the others."
"I understand, uncle!" Yicheng nodded solemnly.
It was clearly just the most ordinary bacon and sausages, but the children seemed to be eating some rare delicacies.
Qiao Zuwang's father usually eats old wine and pork head meat, but his children are all skinny and small. They rarely encounter meat all year round. Occasionally, they may be able to pick up some leftover meat from Qiao Zuwang.
When Wang Zhong thought of this, he felt that his feet were itchy, and his hands were also itchy and had nowhere to put them.
