Mr. River Mussel

In golden autumn and October, it is the harvest season. The large expanses of rice fields in Hexi Village are golden and rich, which makes the smiles on the faces of the villagers much brighter, and the brightest of them is definitely the smile of Zhu Facai, the landowner of Hexi Village. .

In Hexi Village, Zhu Facai owns the most land. A good harvest in the field means that his warehouse will be full of grain, and his life in the next year will be extremely rich.

Touching the beard on his chin, and then stroking his protruding belly, Zhu Facai laughed so hard that he could hardly see his eyes.

It's a pity that the happy time is always short-lived. Not long after Zhu Facai laughed, a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy ran towards him: "Master, master, it's not good, the young master was injured!"

"What?" Zhu Facai turned pale with shock, and ran back with his big belly trembling. He is 56 this year, and he has such a precious son, which is his lifeblood!

Zhu's family has a big brick house in Hexi Village, which is the most magnificent house in Hexi Village, and at this moment, there are bursts of mourning coming from inside.

"My son!" Zhu Facai's heart ached when he heard the wailing, and immediately rushed towards the room, yelling, waiting for him to see the big fat man like him with blue, purple, purple and colorful faces inside. At that time, the voice became even louder: "My Yuanyuan! What's wrong with you?"

Zhu Facai's only son has a single name, Yuanyuan, who looks as round as his name.He was born when Zhu Facai was 40 years old. It can be said that he was raised with a lot of love and affection. As long as he wanted to do, Zhu Facai would never refuse to do anything, except for one thing.

"Father, I don't want to go to school anymore." Zhu Yuan put down his chubby hands, and looked at Zhu Facai anxiously with his pig-headed face.These wounds on his face... In fact, he doesn't need to say it, everyone knows that he must have been bullied in a private school.

"No!" Zhu Facai immediately refused: "Yuanyuan, the fortune teller said that you were born to be a god of wealth and honor, and you will be born as a god. I believe that you will be able to study well and be admitted as a scholar!"

When Zhu Yuan was young, Zhu Facai hoped that he could be admitted to the No. [-] Scholar, and later hoped that he could be admitted to Juren. Today, he only hopes that Zhu Yuan can be a scholar, and this is his bottom line.

"Father..." Zhu Yuanyuan's eyes were filled with tears.

"Son, it's up to you to honor the ancestors of the Zhu family!" Zhu Facai patted his son on the shoulder, and couldn't bear to look at his son's face again.

Zhu Facai didn't ask any questions in front of his son. After turning around and leaving, he immediately called the boy who had reported to him earlier: "What's the matter today, young master?"

The servant's name was Xiaosi, and because his family was poor, he joined Zhu Yuan as a servant. Although he was young, he was very clever, and immediately talked about what happened today vividly.

Hexi Village is located in the west of Hecheng County, only an hour's walk away from Hecheng County, and Zhu Yuan studied in a private school run by an old scholar in Hecheng County.Although Zhu Yuan was raised by Zhu Facai to be round and chubby, he held it in his hand since he was a child and was afraid of losing it and holding it in his mouth for fear of becoming extremely pampered, but he was not spoiled at all and was very obedient. He studied very seriously, but his talent was too much. Difference.

I read a poem hundreds of times and copied it dozens of times the day before, and I still can’t remember it the next day, let alone the article. Zhu Yuan has been studying for eight years since he was eight years old. Stabbing buttocks, but also very hardworking, but only now I can read...

The homework assigned by the old scholar yesterday was to write an article. Even if others wrote something that was not colorful, there was reason and evidence. Only Zhu Yuan wrote nonsense, so that the old scholar reprimanded Zhu Yuan on the spot and beat Zhu Yuan palm of the hand.It is a rare thing that Zhu Yuan will not be beaten someday. He has been used to it for a few years, and after class he carefully copied other people's articles according to the old scholar's request.

"The young master was copying books, and his classmates suddenly snatched his paper and shredded it. The young master tried to reason with them, so he was beaten." Xiaosi said cautiously, and he also went to help at that time, but his young master was too targeted. Big, so he can't help much.

"Really, really...how could..." Zhu Facai wanted to say something to express his anger, but he really couldn't remember how the old scholar scolded people back then, and finally said bitterly: " Son of a bitch!"

But after scolding, Zhu Facai became worried again.

When his son was young, he did have the idea of ​​asking his son to study hard and take the number one prize, but as his son grew up, he had long since lost such thoughts, and he only hoped that his son would be safe and sound.

But his son is so innocent!

Probably because he and his mother were too old when they gave birth to the child. The child has been dumb since birth, walking and talking late, and his memory is not good.

He would like Zhu Yuan to do something else, but just like reading, Zhu Yuan has no talent in other areas, and it can even be said that he has no talent. If reading, his son will know how to read, right?If he could get a good reputation, he wouldn't have to worry about his son being bullied after his death. It's not a bad thing to know a few classmates without a good reputation...

But now someone in the school is bullying his son, he can't still send his son to suffer... Damn the child, what do you think I should do?

Zhu Facai missed his mother-in-law who left early, and felt deeply depressed.

Zhu Yuan choked all night because of the pain in his body, but he felt much better when he woke up, and he was even more happy when he learned that he didn't have to go to school today, but he didn't want to accidentally pull the wound on his face.

it hurts!Zhu Yuan couldn't help covering his face with his hands, and after touching his swollen face, his face collapsed again - his face seemed to have grown bigger again!It's not a lie that those people said that he looks like a pig, but he doesn't want to be so fat...

Unhappily, Zhu Yuan took the clothes next to him and put them on. After getting dressed, he took a deep breath and finally sat down in front of the bronze mirror.

What appeared in the bronze mirror was a colorful face, as if a paint box had been knocked over—he was white and fat, so his face was particularly prone to various marks, which could not disappear.