After my father awakened from mind reading, the white-eyed wolf stepped aside.

When the pot of porridge was at the bottom, Father Ma burped and went back to his room to sleep with satisfaction.

He was the backbone of the family, and he had more important things to do. He wiped his mouth and left with peace of mind. He never thought about what the rest of the horse mother and Ma Fucai would eat after finishing the pot of porridge.

The mare's eyebrows flickered, as if she was thinking about something. When she looked over carefully, she seemed to be thinking of nothing at all. She still had the same cowardly look as before.

After Ma's father left, Ma Facai reacted.

After being hit for a moment, Ma Facai didn't react at all. He was used to being hit. He could treat this slap as if it never happened, but he hadn't been hit since he was a child. The sudden slap made Ma Facai feel resentful.

A selfish person to begin with, how could he not feel resentful after Father Ma's attitude towards him changed.

"Son...son!"

Holding a clean pot, the mother looked at Ma Fucai at a loss. She wanted to make something to eat, but there was not a grain of food left in the house. The rice used to cook the porridge was picked up from the ground.

Ma Facai took a deep look at Ma Ma, with piercing hatred in his eyes. He hated Ma's father for beating him. Ma Ma, who was standing aside and did not come to help him, was naturally resented as well.

The horse mother's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe what she saw.

Ma Facai did not look away and looked directly into Ma Mu's eyes. Ma Mu could not lie to herself anymore. It was true that the son she had pampered herself hated her.

She didn't know what to think in her heart. Ma Mu only felt distressed, but she also had a feeling that it should be like this. Didn't she live like this before Ma Mei was born?

Unable to tell whether it was reality or a dream, Ma Mu carried the pot to the kitchen in a daze. Ma Father and Ma Facai seemed to have been forgotten by her.

The next morning, we finally had something to eat at home. It was the little money Ma Mu got from working for people before dawn, and she bought some whole grains and rice.

She didn't eat anything last night and was working again this morning. Her stomach felt uncomfortable with hunger. When she came back against the wall, something appeared in her eyes.

The coarse grains and fine grains were cooked together by the mother and the horse, and the fine grains were brought to the horse father to make a fortune. The two of them could only eat the fine grains.

The coarse grains choked their throats and they couldn't eat them.

It was still the same. Ma's father ate all the fine grains alone, and Ma Facai didn't get a bite of it.

"Dad, I'm hungry."

Ma Facai dared not speak out in anger. One night was enough for him to see his position clearly. He knew that he was no longer unique in Ma's heart.

With twinkling eyes and mixed hatred, Ma Facai glanced at Ma's father who was eating. His mouth began to salivate, but he still pretended to be nonchalant.

Ma's father paused, looked at Ma Facai, and then thought about the good things in his pocket.

There is only one good thing. He has a heavy responsibility, so he must eat well and be in good spirits so as not to hurt the good baby.

The son shook his head, and Father Ma decisively took the blame.

"If you're hungry, go find your mother. I didn't give birth to you."

After saying that, Father Ma continued to enjoy his breakfast as if no one else was watching, and ate quickly because he wanted to take out the good treasures.

Ma Facai's eyes widened, as if he didn't expect Ma's father to be so heartless. He turned to look at Ma's mother. Ma Facai lowered his head and said in a low voice,

"Mom, I'm so hungry!"

very hungry,

Seeing the horse getting rich, the mother didn't say a word. If in the past, she didn't have to complain about the horse getting rich, she would give everything she had to the horse getting rich, but now...

In the end, years of obedience had the upper hand. The horse mother said with a bit of flattery,

"Son, there are still some whole grains there. You eat first. Don't fight with your father. Your father has to do the most important thing in the family. How can you do it if you don't have enough food? Son, you have grown up. You must learn to be sensible. .”

The coarse grains in the kitchen were finally brought out, but this time Ma Mu left two bites for herself. The feeling of being hungry was really uncomfortable.

"Mother, I know."

Can I eat the whole grains in my rice bowl?

Ma Facai knew the answer in his heart, he couldn't eat it. He was sure that there was still food at home, but the horse's father and mother didn't give it to him to eat.

Because he is a genius, the horse's father and mother are afraid that they will not be able to handle him when he grows up, so they feed him coarse grains to tame him.

Shamefully swallowing the whole grains of kasangzi, Ma Facai pretended to be delicious while eating.

"Mom, this rice is particularly delicious today, thank you."

The first time she heard the word "thank you" from Ma Facai's mouth, Ma Mu became even more confused.

After breakfast, Father Ma continued to wear the black ball with his axe. After yesterday's hard work, the seam on the black ball was about one or two centimeters deep.

If he hadn't thought about what Mother Ma said, there might be jade inside, Father Ma would have been unable to bear it and cut it open all at once.

But I can only think about it. The black ball is cracked, and the ax has a lot of wear and tear. The sharp side has some damage. Father Ma is very unhappy when using it.

I wanted to throw away the ax in my hand, but after looking at my house, I endured it. I didn’t have enough food to eat, and I definitely didn’t have the money to buy the axe.

There was a familiar figure of Father Ma in the yard. Ma Facai was standing behind Father Ma not far away, not speaking, just looking deeply.

I'm afraid that the previous love was not a pretense, just to make him willingly support them in their old age.

Now that he has become a genius, they changed their tactics and deliberately asked Ma Mei to act like a monk and thief. Do they really think he is a fool?

How could a coward like Ma Mei dare to do such a bold thing without the support and permission of Ma's father and mother, let alone not even cover up the traces?

Facts show that Ma's father and Ma's mother are trying to figure him out.

Thinking of the whole grains he had eaten today, Ma Facai almost felt sick. He would not eat that kind of food a second time, and some plans could no longer be postponed.

He walked directly to his room. Halfway through, Ma Facai changed his route and went to Ma Mei's room.

Everything in his room was gone, and only Mamei had paper and pen.

After standing outside for a long time in disgust, Ma Facai finally overcame his own psychology. He walked into the woodshed without being too dirty, got what he wanted and left.

Back in the room, Ma Facai discovered that he had made a mistake. His right hand was interrupted by Li Yiyi. How could he still write with a pen?

After enduring it, Ma Facai picked up the pen with his left hand. After a lot of effort, there were only some crooked lines on the paper.

In desperation, Ma Facai could only put the pen in his mouth, lower his head and write on the paper stroke by stroke. Although it was not as beautiful as handwriting, it was still recognizable.

Ma Facai has already made plans. He will name his genius first, earn some money to give to Ma's father and mother, and let them take good care of him.

When the hand heals, he will break off all ties with them. He doesn't care about his parents at all and he doesn't want any of them.

What is the fastest way to become famous? Of course, writing good articles that Grandpa Jiang and others are amazed by.

Grandpa Jiang is a professor, he was amazed, and the rest of the people would be too,

His heart was so hot that Ma Facai seemed to have seen the scene where he was being congratulated by thousands of people for his success, and he could use the pen in his mouth more smoothly.

Ma Facai was busy working from morning to noon. When the last stroke was finished, Ma Facai carefully picked up the paper.

A thin piece of paper is his hope for the rest of his life.