Chapter 68: Intimidating In fact, she also knew that finding relatives was as difficult as it was in ancient times, and it was almost impossible to find them.
Fu Ciyi was startled. On the seventh day of the first lunar month, when she found out that she was not a daughter of the Yan family, she felt so calm and calm.
She was calm and calm at that time, which surprised him.
At this moment, she was just like thousands of ordinary girls, also longing for family affection.
I could see that there was a sudden softness in a corner of his heart.
Wan Niang comforted her: "I will find it, I will."
Afraid that she would be cold, Wan Niang pulled the quilt and covered her belly.
Fu Beimo suddenly burst into tears: "Oh, oh, oh, my sister-in-law is so pitiful. My sister-in-law doesn't have as much love as my own mother."
Wan Niang has just persuaded her daughter-in-law. If her younger son cries like this, won't it make her daughter-in-law cry again? Then he said: "Beimo, just go and play."
Fu Beimo immediately stopped crying: "Then I'll go."
Stepping out of the threshold, he turned to look at Yan Funing.
Seeing that she was getting better and that his mother was caring for her, he ran away with peace of mind.
He went to play for a while, just for a while, and then came to see his sister-in-law.
He ran all the way to the big tree in the village, but he didn't want his friends who used to play well to ignore him.
Many people turned around and ran away when they saw him.
Fu Beimo looked around and was stopped by a half-grown boy named Ali: "Hey, do you know why others don't play with you?"
"Why?"
Fu Beimo looked at him. Ali's clothes in front of him were in tatters. No one had played with him in the past.
Ali took out the grass in his mouth and said, "I'm hungry, can you give me something to eat? I'll tell you when I'm full."
"You wait."
Fu Beimo ran home and got a bowl of leftover noodles from the kitchen.
My mother made too much noodles this morning and couldn't finish them. She left a bowl behind, but it was already lumpy.
The lumpy noodles were not very tasty, so Fu Beimo put two pieces of fried tofu on the noodles.
While everyone in the family was in his brother and sister-in-law's house, he held the bowl and walked quickly back to the big tree.
For some reason, there was no one else in the usually bustling place.
Ali looked at the food in his hand, smashed his mouth, and swallowed: "Is this for me?"
Fu Beimo nodded: "My mother made the noodles, and my sister-in-law made the fried tofu. After you finish eating, you have to tell me why they ignored me."
Ali took the bowl and said, "Where are the chopsticks?"
Fu Beimo smiled and said, "Forgot."
Ali looked at his hands and smiled: "It's okay, I use my hands."
Fu Beimo saw that his hands were dark and frowned: "Your hands are too dirty. Go get water from the well and wash them."
If the elder brother knew that his bowl was taken away by a dirty boy, he would definitely give him a slap in the face.
Ali put the bowl on the stone table, drew water from the well, and washed his hands several times.
After washing, he stretched out his hand to show Fu Beimo: "Is it clean enough?"
Fu Beimozai looked at it carefully, and then quickly frowned: "The nail gap."
Ali then washed his hands again, this time they were cleaner than ever.
Seeing that his hands were finally refreshed, Fu Beimo nodded: "Eat."
Ali picked up the bowl, raised his head and took a sip of the soup. Because the noodle soup didn't have much water, after one sip, he had a lot of noodles in his mouth.
“It’s delicious, the best noodles I’ve ever had.”
Fu Beimo smiled: "The fried tofu is also delicious. My sister-in-law made it."
Ali lowered his head, bit into a piece of fried tofu, and soon his eyes lit up.
Not caring about talking anymore, he Xilihulu finished the remaining noodles, leaving only one piece of fried tofu, which he savored ate a bowl of noodles without even using my hands.
Fu Beimo also fetched water from the well, washed the bowl, and placed it on the stone table.
"Can you tell me the reason?"
Ali wiped his lips and said, "Someone went from door to door telling people that your brother is not a good husband and that you are a fool."
"I'm a fool. What does it have to do with being my brother's wife?"
"They say that my younger brother is a fool. How can a fool's elder brother be a good teacher? My younger brother is stupid, and my elder brother may also be stupid. They also say that you will become crazy. When the time comes, you go to the village school to see your brother. If you beat up a schoolboy, where will you go? Reasonable, you are stupid after all."
Fu Beimo got angry when he heard this and rushed home to tell people.
Thinking that he had not taken the bowl, he turned back.
"Go back with me and tell my brother what you just said to me."
Ali nodded: "Okay."
The two walked outside the fence.
Ali stopped: "Well, I'm standing here with dirty clothes. Call your brother over and I'll tell him."
Fu Beimo said "hmm" and put the bowl back into the kitchen, then went to the door of the west wing.
"Brother, some people call me a fool, saying that my brother who is a fool is also stupid and cannot teach well."
Fu Ciyi, who was copying, stopped writing: "Who said that?"
Fu Beimo: "Come out and someone will tell you."
Fu Ciyi got up and went out of the house, and saw a half-year-old boy about the same age as his brother standing outside the fence, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
This man's clothes are not much better than those of a beggar. Could it be that he is insulting his younger brother?
Ali rubbed his hands nervously. He had seen Fu Beimo's brother from a distance.
Seeing him up close now, he felt an inexplicable pressure on him, which made him intimidated.
He took two steps back and stammered: "Yes, it's the Hu family. The Hu family is causing trouble behind the scenes..."
Only then did Fu Ciyi know that every time Li Zheng informed a family about the start of school, the Hu family would come to say bad things about him.
Bei Mo's stupidity was magnified for no reason, and he was said to be going crazy at any time, causing everyone in the village to avoid Bei Mo.
Fu Beimo asked: "Brother, no one is playing with me, can I play with Ali?"
Ali hesitated and said: "I am Ali, I am fifteen this year."
Fu Ciyi remained silent.
The dirty boy in front of him was one year older than Bei Mo, but he looked thinner than Bei Mo.
Fu Beimo added: "There is no one to play with Ali, who happens to be my company."
Fu Ciyi thought that his brother was too naive and had to be careful, so he asked: "Who is in the family and where is the family?"
Ali pointed to the left: "Go a little way here, that shabby house is my home. My home, there is no one else in my home, it's just me."
Fu Ciyi asked again: "Why haven't I seen you in the village some time ago?"
Ali replied: "I went to my grandma's house during the Chinese New Year and didn't come back until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."
Fu Beimo helped and said, "Actually, he didn't go back. His grandmother's family couldn't afford to support him, so he was driven back."
After hearing this, Fu Ciyi finally agreed to let his brother play with him.
The two teenagers ran away immediately.
When Fu Ciyi returned to his room, Wan Niang asked him who he was talking to.
Fu Ciyi briefly explained the matter.
Wan Niang sighed: "I know that Ali. When we first arrived in this village, he was just a few months old. His father wanted him to be stronger so he could do farm work, so he named him Ali. Who would have thought Not long after, his mother ran away with someone. His father went to look for him, but couldn't find him, so he drank all day long. His family was already poor, and this made it even poorer. Later, when we moved to the county seat, we never heard of him again. It’s their family’s business.”
Yan Funing reminded her: "Mom, the point of the matter is not Ali, but the Hu family who are not only talking about Beimo, but also talking about their husband."
(End of this chapter)