"Fuck you," the man in the room cursed fiercely, waving his arms, "Why don't you care about me if I like! Take out the money quickly and don't delay my big business!"

The woman had a pale face, her hands tightly protected the dark bag around her waist, and glared at the other party without giving in, "No! This is the money for our family of four to buy rice. I will lose all of it for you. What are the two children eating?! You are a big man, you have the ability to make money by yourself!"

The man was so angry that he grabbed the woman's arm with great strength, "Damn, you dare to look down on me? When I win money and make a fortune, I have whatever I want! Less nonsense, will you give me or not?!"

"I just don't give it!"

"Damn it, you're looking for a fight!"

The man slapped him mercilessly, and the woman stumbled back in pain. The two immediately wrestled, and from time to time the sound of clay pots shattering and the table and chairs falling. Outside the house, a pair of pure eyes passed through the crack of the door, watching the scene silently, with blood marks on the lower lip.

The man was determined to seize money, and his actions were urgent and heavy. Although the woman tried her best to resist, she still couldn't stop the other party. With a hiss, the man pulled the woman's clothes and snatched the wallet into his hand. The woman was anxious and waved her right hand and scratched four blood marks on the man's face. "Give the money back!" The man was furious and kicked the woman down with a thump, "Bitch, dare to fight back, I will kill you today!"

"Dad, stop beating!" Hu Xiaomao outside the house could no longer help, and pushed the door and rushed in, pounced on his mother, but his thin body exuded a strong aura. Hu Fugui was stunned, "Little bastard, it's not your turn to interfere in my business!" Despite this, he was reluctant to take action against his baby son, and he would have to rely on him to retire in the future. Seeing that it was getting late, the friends on the West Street might have already started gambling. As soon as he thought about it, he was itchy all over his body, as if he saw countless copper plates shining brightly, and he kicked the door open and left with a curse.

Hu Xiaomao listened to his father's footsteps and walked away. He looked up and saw his mother, Hu Liu, having a messy hair, his face was extremely pale, and his heart was very painful, "Mom, aren't you hurt?"

Hu Liu and his son met with each other, and in an instant, countless past events passed through his heart. The tip of his nose felt sore, and two lines of tears burst out. He hugged Hu Xiaomao and started crying. She married into the Hu family at the age of fifteen and gave birth to a son and a daughter. The eldest daughter Hu Xiaohua is thirteen years old, and the younger son Hu Xiaomao is ten years old. They are both filial and sensible, smart and clever. The family originally lived a good life, but since Hu Fugui became addicted to gambling eight years ago, the family has been without peace and quickly ruined, and finally ended up selling his ancestral property without any tiles. Now the whole family has moved to the west of the city. The renter's house in the slums has been temporarily living for six years. After the family property was corrupt, Hu Fugui was still idle. He drank and played money with a group of friends every day, but he would not enter the house until he lost all his money. Seeing that her husband was not making progress, Hu Liu had already given up on him completely. If it weren't for his children, she would have tried to leave. The food, clothing, use and rent of the family were not a small amount, but all had to be on her shoulders and earned by her hands. The hardships and all kinds of tastes could not be explained clearly in a few words.

The mother and son cried with their heads in their arms, and their mood calmed down a little. Hu Liu looked up at the house full of disgrace and sighed. In a blink of an eye, he thought that the rice and rent money for this month had been stolen by her husband, and her mood was even more heavy. But she was definitely not a weak woman, and even for a couple of children, she could not succumb to suffering easily. She was forced to smile and asked Hu Xiaomao to go to play with her companions and organize her own room.

Hu Xiaomao walked down to the street, feeling depressed. The scene when his father fisted at his mother just now was lingering in his mind. He couldn't help but swear in his heart that he would never be a man like his father in the future and that he must let his mother live a good life. He is only ten years old this year, and the child would not think too much about his worries. After walking for a while, he naturally put aside all kinds of unhappiness and looked at the sky, "Oh, Mr. Guo has started to give lectures!" He let go and ran to Nanshan School located in the south of the city. For him, this was the most ordinary day, in the past and in the future. But the wheel of destiny began to slowly turn in a place where the parties could not see.

Nanshan School is one of the three private schools in Jianyang Town. Mr. Guo Jingzhi, who taught, is knowledgeable and well-versed in the past and present. He is very insightful about Confucius and Mencius's theories and rigorous in academic research. About half of the descendants of local wealthy merchants were his disciples. In ancient times, he was very particular about respecting teachers and respecting the truth. As the saying goes, "A teacher for one day and a father for life", so Guo Jingzhi was also a celebrity in the town. Sometimes he speaks more than a magistrate.

Nanshan School is located at the end of Wuming Lane, surrounded by weeping willows, with low walls and green tiles, and the fragrance of flowers is scented. The sound of reading is faintly heard in the courtyard. Hu Xiaomao ran to the back door of the school, stood up and took a breath, and then patted the door gently. The purple-lacquered wooden door opened with a whisper. It was obvious that someone had been waiting here. A figure flashed, and a little girl in a water-green embroidered long skirt jumped out, glanced up and down, pouted, "Where have you run to steal fruits again? Don't call me. I'll punish you for waiting for so long!" She had fair skin, her forehead was smooth, and her watery apricot blossom eyes were clear and beautiful. Although she was only ** years old, she was already a beauty.

She is Guo Jingzhi's only beloved daughter Guo Yue. She is naughty by nature and loves to tease others the most. She often causes trouble. Guo Jingzhi has a way to treat the most troublesome students, but she has no choice but to do anything to her daughter and doesn't know how to educate her. Fortunately, the residents of the town respect him very much. Even if Guo Yue makes a big fuss, everyone will not seriously care about this little girl for his sake. Unexpectedly, this will make Guo Yue even more and more erratic.

Hu Xiaomao smiled bitterly and said, "Miss, how can I feel like stealing other people's fruits? It's because there's something to do at home. I swear that if there's a word of false words, the sky will hit five thunders." He likes this little girl very much and treats her as her sister. The two often catch dragonflies, play hide-and-seek, and play fireworks together.

Guo Yue came over and looked at his eyes with dark eyes. Hu Xiaomao looked at him calmly, and suddenly a sweet and pleasant body fragrance came from his nose. In front of him was a beautiful little face, his heart jumped inexplicably, and his face became hot. Guo Yue slapped his palms and said proudly: "Brother Xiaomao, you are blushing! You must be lying and lying!" Hu Xiaomao scratched his scalp and defended: "I am not lying, whoever lies is this!" As he said that, he gestured to crawl with a turtle.

"The genius believes in you unless..."

"Unless what?"

Guo Yue laughed and said softly: "Unless you promise me to do three things!"

"Three things?" Hu Xiaomao stuck out his tongue, "If you ask me to steal the master's wife's rouge, I won't do it!" Guo Jingzhi's wife is a lady from a noble family, gentle, virtuous, kind and generous. Hu Xiaomao never dared to act wild in front of her, and she was more respectful than to treat Guo Jingzhi.

Guo Yue curled her mouth, "Hmph, coward! Don't worry, I won't ask you to steal rouge." She secretly added in her heart, "Will I go and get it myself?" The two of them were used to laughing, and Hu Xiaomao didn't take it seriously. In addition, they were anxious to attend the class, so they had no choice but to agree to say "Okay." The two stretched out their little fingers to hook them, which was the last oath. They didn't expect that when they fulfilled this promise, it was already ten years later.

Entering the back door of the school, passing through the backyard, passing through the corridor, patio, and then passing through the lobby, you will be outside the wing where Guo Jingzhi's daily teaching. Today is a passage from "The Analects of Confucius. Liren Chapter". The students are reading aloud, "... Wealth and honor are what people want, and they do not get it by their way, and they do not get it by their way; poverty and humbleness are what people hate, and they do not get it by their way, and they do not get it. A gentleman will hate benevolence. A gentleman will hate it to become famous? A gentleman will not violate benevolence in the end of his life. If he does not end up eating, he will definitely be in a reckless manner." Guo Jingzhi waited for the students to finish reading and explained sentence by sentence: "The Master said, 'Wealth and nobleness are what everyone wants to get, but if you don't get it in a proper way, you will not enjoy it...'". Looking in from the half-open window, all the students in the room sat upright, staring straight, and listening to the teacher's teachings.

Hu Xiaomao did not enter the house, but walked to the window and stood still. Guo Yue ran to play by himself. Guo Jingzhi saw his figure from the corner of his eyes, smiled slightly during the lecture, and nodded. Among so many students, the one he was most satisfied with was the poor and strong registered disciple outside the window. Although the students in the house were all listening hard on the surface, he knew very well that these children who were either rich or noble would never spend a slight time studying and doing homework once they left his sight.

Hu Xiaomao's family was poor and had no money to support him in school, but he was very envious of those who could read and write since he was a child. One day, three years ago, he secretly climbed over the wall and entered the school, squatting under the window to listen. Once or twice, he was finally discovered by Guo Jingzhi. After some inquiry and understanding the situation of the Hu family, Guo Jingzhi was moved by his strong desire to study and agreed to accept him as a registered disciple. Unexpectedly, Guo Jingzhi's actions were unanimously opposed by other students' parents, who believed that their descendants were studying together with a child of a pariah, which was a disgrace. Guo Jingzhi so took a compromise. The method was to let Hu Xiaomao listen to classes outside the window and not attend with other students. As for his tuition, he replaced it by sorting books, cleaning the courtyard, and raising flowers and plants. In this way, the opponents naturally had nothing to say, and Hu Xiaomao stayed there legitimately. He knew that this opportunity was hard-won. He worked harder than others when studying, and was diligent in his hands and feet, so he was deeply appreciated by Guo Jingzhi. At a young age, he had read Tang poetry and Song lyrics and began to dabble in various classics. Although Guo Yue liked to play with him, he knew that he would never be distracted when listening to classes, so he did not harass him.

I talked about "The Analects of Confucius" in the morning, took a break at noon, and continued to talk about "Three Hundred Tang Poems".

Guo Jingzhi first asked the students to review the usage of the seven-character regulated verses and began to ask questions, "Zi Xin, how many seven-character regulated verses have I talked about before?"

A fat-headed and brainy little fat man sitting in the front row trembled and stood up tremblingly. While wiping the sweat on his forehead, he secretly glanced at his companion beside him with his help. When the others saw him glance at him, they were afraid of avoiding it. They pretended to be thinking, either looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, or played with the ink, and pretended that they didn't see it. The little fat man was so angry that he cursed secretly. These guys didn't give me any hints. Didn't they intend to embarrass me? He hesitated for a while and whispered: "Sir... It seems like he had said seven, no, eight songs."

Guo Jingzhi shook his head, "No, I have spoken a total of eleven seven-character regulated verses before. Do you still remember what I said yesterday?"

The little fat man was sweating all over and blinked his two small eyes desperately, "Yesterday... Yesterday, yes, the gentleman was talking about Li, Li Bai's, Li Bai's..."

"Wrong! It's Li Shangyin's "Choubiyi". It seems that you have not reviewed your homework after you go back, so you are punished to copy your homework twenty times. I will check it when I come to school tomorrow." Guo Jingzhi sighed inwardly, why didn't all these students have a good memory? The little fat man whispered "Yes" and sat down. Guo Jingzhi asked again: "Who can recite this Tang poem?"

The whole hall is silent, and the needles can be heard.

"Sir, I'll carry it!" Hu Xiaomao outside the window couldn't help but speak, "'The ape and birds hesitate and fear Jianshu, and the wind and clouds always protect the hukou. The general ordered the general to wield a magic pen, but finally saw the surrendered king passing the car. The talented wind music was not as good as Guan and Zhang. What a lifeless desire. In the past, Jinli Temple was sang in the temple, and Liang's father sang a little more hatred.'" After reading a poem, he felt a little proud. Facing the threatening eyes of the "classmates" in the room, he proudly raised his chest. Since he was sensible, he has been treated with discrimination, contempt, disdain, and other polite eyes, so he naturally did not fear.

"Okay!" Guo Jingzhi nodded in praise, "Let's use this Tang poem as an example to analyze its usage of the tone." ...

Finally, after class, the children ran out of the school cheerfully like birds out of the cage. Hu Xiaomao stayed to clean up the class, helped the teacher organize some old books before finally leaving.

Turning around the alley, he was stopped by four people. The leader was the fat man who made a fool of himself in class today. The other three were his best friends, both of whom were only eleven and 2 years old. Hu Xiaomao was not very good at calling him, and the good ones did not come. He was about to turn around and slip away, but he found that the retreat was cut off by two "classmates". The six people sneered and approached with malicious intentions.

Hu Xiaomao complained secretly and asked loudly: "Li Zixin, what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" Li Zixin, a fat man, said grimly, "Of course, I'm going to teach you a lesson! You poor guy, it's fine, you're just going to get into the school, but you dare to compare the image of my wise and powerful master! It's tolerant, but who can't stand it! This year, I'm going to destroy your arrogant arrogance and let you know how to be a person!" "That's right, this little bastard likes to show off so much, so how can you take the boss seriously!" "You're so stupid, you're dead!" Other children started to cheer, all of them ready to beat their hands, and were full of momentum.

Hu Xiaomao grew up in a slum, where children have struggled in fists and blood since childhood. Fighting is simply a part of survival, as natural as eating and sleeping. When he saw the other party's posture and expression, he knew that these people had no experience in fighting, their fists were weak, and they did not cooperate tacitly enough to exert all their strength. If one fights six, he could defeat two people and then run away. But then he thought about it, in this way, he would inevitably become the opponent of Li Zixin and others. In the future, he had to be careful of their revenge and beware of them making trouble in class, which would be endless trouble!

Seeing him standing still, Li Zixin thought he was frightened and was overjoyed. He punched Hu Xiaomao's nose. Hu Xiaomao screamed and covered his face with both hands and fell to the ground. Before Li Zixin hit someone, he was actually worried. He didn't expect that his opponent was vulnerable and was knocked down with just one punch. He shouted excitedly: "Kill him to death!" Everyone rushed up and beat Hu Xiaomao on the ground. Hu Xiaomao protected his head with both hands, curled up in a ball, and silently endured the kicks and beats from everyone with his shoulders, back and feet.

Li Zixin punched a few times, and when Hu Xiaomao didn't say a word, he felt really worried. Somehow, a fierce aura rushed straight into his forehead, bent down to pick up half of the brick beside the wall, and knocked hard on Hu Xiaomao's head.

Hu Xiaomao didn't expect that they would use bricks. He caught off guard and felt a sharp pain from his wrists and the back of his head, and his ears were clattering, and he almost fainted on the spot. Li Zixin hit him and saw blood gushing from the back of Hu Xiaomao's head. His heart hopped, and the bricks fell from his hands. The others looked at each other in fear. They were all rich children, and they were still good at fighting crickets and shooting birds. They had few opportunities to fight with their own hands, and they didn't beat anyone to the point of bleeding. At this time, they saw blood, and the timid stomach had rolled up and almost vomited. Moreover, even if Hu Xiaomao had a low status, he was also his classmate. If the husband knew about it, it would be light to blame him! Li Zixin and others knew that they had caused a big disaster. They didn't know who started first, and ran away like a frightened bird.

Hu Xiaomao grinned and got up. When he touched the back of his head, his hands were covered in blood. He was so painful that he cursed. He was also glad that the little fat man had no experience in fighting. If he had been attacked by the wild children who often fought with him, he would have to lie on the bed for at least ten days after being hit by this cruel blow. Just as he was about to find a place to clean up the wound, the little fat man turned his head and ran back. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Do you want to fight again? I won't be polite this time!"

Li Zixin stood far away from him and opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say it after all. He stomped his feet and threw two taels of silver over, and ran away without looking back.

Hu Xiaomao's eyes shone brightly, and honestly picked up the silver on the ground without hesitation, and weighed it in his hand, "Oh my God, so much silver! If I saw it, I would definitely be happy! The little fat man is quite conscientious, not a helpless person." At this moment, a stern scolding suddenly sounded in his ears, "Xiaomao, what are you doing?! Where did this money come from!" When he turned around, he saw a pretty and slim girl with long braids and waist raised her eyebrows and looked full of anger.
Chapter completed!