The tail gently stroked the threshold, and the red fox squatting at the door jumped down with a small stone in his mouth. Hearing Geng Qing's whisper, he rushed over, raised his forelimbs and placed it on the edge of the bed, and threw the stone on his mouth in front of the young man.

The little fox opened his mouth slightly and drooped his tongue, wagging his tail crazy: "Yeah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah

"If you become a beauty, we can play together."

Geng Qing pushed it away with a long kiss, took the stone next to it and was about to throw it away. He suddenly said "huh" and stared at the stone. There were small black dots of different sizes, concave or convex. When he was approached, the sun shone on it, with dull metal reflections.

Rubbing the tiny particles on it, Geng Qing frowned slightly, "Iron ore?"

He had never touched the ore, and was not sure if it was, but it was shiny under the reflection. No wonder the little fox liked to play with it. After a while, a thought gradually became outlined in his mind.

‘Is it true? You have to let the blacksmith see it first before you know it. If so, then you have to go to the county magistrate’s next step... Well, at this time, Liu Mang’s people were waiting outside. I’m afraid they would lose their lives when they go out. So, it’s better to take a while to suffocate their spirits.’

Geng Qing turned over and lay on his side, staring at the little fox who was chasing his tail and circling on the ground. When he thought of Liu Mang's affairs, he was still a little brain-like. He had to think of a way to finish the matter as soon as possible, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with it later.

But when it comes to murder, he is a modern man, and he feels a little nervous when he thinks about it.

"Big Pillar?!"

Just as he was pinching the stone and thinking about it, Dachun's voice suddenly sounded. Geng Qing turned his head and saw the other party pulling the window frame, revealing half of his head looking in. He smiled and retracted again, rustling for a while, holding up something dark.

"Is this...fan bone?"

Geng Qing looked carefully for a while before he could see that it was half a rib of a pig, also called a skull. The wooden beams hanging on the stove all year round were almost unrecognizable.

“Where did it come from?”

"Of course it's at home. I heard that you were beaten by your father, so I specially used it to repair it for you." Dachun pulled in half of his body with the ragged window frame and threw the fan bone to the end of the bed. "Don't worry, when I took it, my father saw it, and thought he was going to beat me. It was fierce. I said I was giving it to you. He threw the shoulder pole and left without saying a word."

Outside the house, Wang Jinqiu tore the leaves of vegetables and throws them to feed the chickens. When he heard the sound of talking, he shouted: "Dazhu, who are you talking to?"

Here, Dachun replied first: "Aunt, it's my Dachun!" Then, he pointed to the ribs, "Remember to take them to eat. If you can't finish them, call me."

After saying that, he leaned back to the outside with the window frame, lifted up his pants that were sliding down, and ran away with half of his butt, stumbled and stepped on the weeds and rocks outside.

Geng Qing looked at the ribs in front of him and slapped the red fox that was coming over, biting it with his teeth, and a scent of cigarettes penetrated into his nose. The torn shredded pork was like chewing beef.

"Dazhu?" The woman stood at the door with a dustpan, but she didn't see Dachun. When she asked, she saw half of the ribs in her son's hand, put down the dustpan and walked into the house.

"Dachun gave it?"

Geng Qing sat up with the pain, handed the thing to the woman, and then went downstairs to put on his shoes, "Well, Dachun's father knows it too."

"This spring."

The woman muttered, looked out the window, walked out of the door with the ribs, turned around and said to Geng Qing: "Go and wash first, mom, carry your father out."

Geng Qing put on his shoes and went out to hold an empty bowl of water beside the water tank, scooped water into his mouth and rinsed his mouth. On one side of his sight, Old Man Geng was carried out of the room by his thin wife and sat on a chair in front of the stove.

Since Geng Qing was taught that day, he has been like this. He is not a doctor, and he has no idea why his head is injured but his feet cannot be pulled down.

"Dazhu, Dad beat you that day, don't you hold a grudge against Dad?"

While eating, Old Man Geng stopped chopsticks and looked at his son opposite him. He was half a head taller than him in a flash. He put down the bowl and sighed.

"...Dad knows that you are smart now and will have great skills in the future. The more you are like this, the more you need to teach you well. Dad is illiterate, doesn't know much, can't tell any big truths, and will only use branches to suck you. In fact, I hope that in the future, you will have a future and will not go on the evil path."

Geng Qing raised his face, smiled in the sun, and nodded hard at Old Man Geng.

"Dad, you are right. Don't worry, I'm not a three-year-old child, so it's not easy to go to the evil path. You, just be content with your worries."

Seeing his son so sensible and doing something, Old Man Geng never thought that the ancestors of Gengjia Village were truly spiritual, allowing Dazhu to awaken from his dullness.

If his legs were convenient, he would want to burn incense and kowtow to his ancestor tablets now.

After dinner, Geng Qing put away the dishes and went to wash. Wang Jinqiu was struggling to walk to the middle of the yard with a difficult situation and placed a stool. Old Man Geng sat there and basked in the sun.

The breeze was gentle and the shade of the trees swayed on the old man. Geng Qing looked at it for a while and suddenly remembered that he could make something. He quickly wiped the bowl and walked out, found a dead branch and squatted to the ground to write and draw.

When Old Man Geng saw his expression, he stretched his neck and took a look. There were some pictures that he couldn't understand. He knew that his son was thinking about something and did not disturb him. He asked his wife to move him to the gate of the yard to guard there. Occasionally, if someone passes by, he would be scolded by the old man if he wanted to see it.

‘The wheelchair should come in handy.’ Geng Qing looked at the figures drawn on the ground and looked back at the old man Geng’s figure. ‘It’s just that the wheels will shake when passing through the potholes… nailing a few layers of cloth should be able to slow down a lot.’

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The red fox grinded his teeth on it with a stone in his arms. Geng Qing looked at the stone for a while, and gritted his teeth and decided to go out, buy some rivets, and ask the blacksmith to see if the stone was iron ore.

If so, then there must be iron ore in this mountain...

Having made up his mind, he spoke to the old couple, and then went to call Dachun and Shi Tou. Ergou went out. The three of them had just brought their jobs and wanted Geng Qing to wait, but they were driven out by their family members. In the end, they threw them a hatchet each, and told him: "When they saw the thugs in the Liu family protecting the Dazhu, they would chop them up if they could run away!"

Dachun slapped his chest and made a heroic word assured that the stone beside him, Ergou had a hatchet inserted between his waist, and walked on both sides of Geng Qing with his chest in a sensible manner, humming and whining, like a general who went to war as a storyteller.

"Dazhu, if you meet the Liu family's guard, you run away first and the three of us will cut off the back!"

That being said, the four of them walked very slowly, only three miles away from Niujiaji. They looked around along the way, and when they saw a lot of people, they carefully staggered them.

Because of the rain in Niujiaji, there were not many people in the streets of mud and water. Occasionally, figures appeared hurriedly under the eaves. The four people who entered the town observed the surroundings and found the blacksmith shop. With the sound of dinging irons, the blacksmith with a tangled muscle stopped the hammer in his hand.
Chapter completed!