Chapter 173 He's probably a person with ulterior motives.
Chapter 173 He's probably a person with ulterior motives.
Lin Feng shook his head; he remembered the young man in front of him.
He came here when he was choosing a place to settle down, but the village entrance had changed so much that he didn't recognize it that morning.
"Why are you following me if you're not looking for Aunt Wang? I don't know you!"
Wen Zixun looked at him warily. Could it be that this person drank his sweet water and then tried to frame him?
Seeing his wary look, Lin Feng knew he had misunderstood and quickly explained, "I... I meant no harm, little brother."
"I just want to ask you for some food."
A rumbling sound came from his stomach, and Lin Feng rubbed his belly and licked his dry lips.
Wen Zixun circled around him, and a sour, foul smell reached his nose, causing him to take a few steps back in disgust.
Of course, he wouldn't dare bring just anyone home. What if they were bad people? There were still young children and his pregnant sister-in-law at home!
He took down his basket, took out a lot of potatoes, put them on the ground, and said, "These can be eaten after they're cooked. I'll get you some branches in a bit so you can cook them yourself!"
He originally thought that giving the potatoes would be enough, but looking at the man's appearance, he wondered where he would find the strength to gather firewood.
Don't get so hungry that you just eat the potatoes raw. My sister said that eating raw potatoes can cause poisoning.
In the end, his good intentions will only harm people!
Lin Feng nodded gratefully and clasped his hands in a fist salute to him. Wen Zixun said a few words to him and then went to pick up tree branches.
He quickly gathered a large bundle of potatoes and started a fire. Once there was a lot of ash, he threw the potatoes in one by one.
"Don't let the fire go out, the potatoes will be cooked once the branches are all burned."
After saying that, he picked up the basket and put it on his back. Lin Feng pursed his lips and watched his back.
"You brat! You were carrying just a few potatoes, why did you take so long to come back!"
Wen Muchuan had finished feeding the pigs when his son came back with a basket on his back. It was already late, and they still had to prepare dinner!
Otherwise, when my daughter comes back from town, it'll be all about picking, washing, and cooking vegetables—wouldn't that be exhausting?! That kid!
Wen Zixun chuckled twice, poured the potatoes into the cellar, and went to the backyard to pick vegetables.
"Second brother! It's getting dark, you should take a rest today!"
"Your sister told me to keep an eye on you. You need to rest well during this time so that it won't delay our leg treatment!"
Wen Muchuan sat next to his second son with a look of satisfaction on his face.
The second child's personality has changed; he's become more talkative and willing to go out more.
The villagers were saying that the second son was getting better and better! His father was overjoyed.
My daughter repeatedly told me to keep a close eye on him when she left this morning, and to make sure he rested and exercised as needed to get better.
"I know, Dad, you don't need to worry."
Wen Zizhong raised the fish tail, which he had originally intended to trim a bit more, but Yang Guilan reached out and took his knife:
"It's not too late to do it tomorrow, listen to your father."
How can you act recklessly when your leg needs treatment? Once the autumn harvest is over, she won't need to go to the fields to help anymore; she can stay home and take care of him.
My sister has already seen a doctor examine the child's father and said that the leg can be cured, so they should be prepared.
The whole family is watching him closely now; if he still doesn't listen, it will definitely disappoint everyone.
Wen Zizhong had no choice but to give up and pushed his wheelchair around in the spacious courtyard.
Wen Luozhi loves flowers, and she had already made many before building the new house.
Now, the potted plants are arranged in a circle around the yard, and some are even arranged in layers like wooden ladders, which looks quite beautiful at first glance.
"Hey?! What are you doing at my doorstep?!"
Wenzi returned from picking vegetables in the backyard. When she got to the door, she saw the ragged man from before sitting there with a few raw potatoes in his hands.
Lin Feng cleared his throat, his voice hoarse. "Young man, I'm so thirsty, could I ask you for another bowl of water?"
His face was pleading, and his bright eyes, full of hope, looked at Wen Zixun from his dirty face.
After eating the potatoes, he was going to look for the river, but after searching around, he couldn't find it anywhere.
Having no other option, he went to two households to ask for water, but they thought he was crazy and beat him out.
Wen Zixun scratched his head. On his way back, he was still thinking about whether the potatoes would be too dry and he planned to bring him some water on his way back.
As soon as he walked in the door, his father yelled at him, and he completely forgot about it.
"Then wait here, I'll go get you some water!"
He went inside, took a kettle, washed it, and filled it with warm water.
"Xiao Liu, what are you doing?"
Wen Zizhong could hear the clattering noises coming from the kitchen from afar. When he saw him come out with a kettle, he asked him with some confusion.
Wen Zixun walked over to him, placed the water bottle behind his wheelchair, and said, "On my way back just now, I ran into someone who looked like a beggar."
"I felt sorry for him, so I cooked him some potatoes. Now he's come asking for water."
Seeing Wen Zizhong frown, he quickly explained, "Second brother, don't worry, I remember what my sister said!"
"I never said I was going to bring him inside."
Wen Zizhong nodded, feeling somewhat relieved. He glanced towards the door.
My sixth brother is kind-hearted and easily fooled; he can be easily deceived by others with just a few words.
Otherwise, how could she have been almost tricked out of the village and sold by that woman Qian Zhaodi when she was a child?
"Let me go with you to take a look."
He turned his wheelchair around so it faced the door.
Earlier, he had never heard anyone mention that beggars came to their village to beg.
Even though he spends all his time in his room lying in bed, his wife tells him about all sorts of things happening in the village several times a day.
He went to see what it was all about, fearing that his sixth brother might encounter someone with ulterior motives who would try to frame him.
Why did so many people in the village specifically look for Xiao Liu? Of all the households, they all came to his house to ask for water.
Why didn't you go to Aunt Wang's house next door? Was it unintentional or intentional?
Lin Feng waited anxiously at the door; he was too afraid to go to anyone else's house in his current state.
He might dare to give food to this family, after all, even the Duke of Zhenguo's family would be accused of treason and they would still give them food, but he's just a beggar now, so it shouldn't be that bad...
He knew they were feeding him; he was the first one to wake up at the table that day and knew there was something in the food.
However, seeing that they were simply feeding that family, he pretended not to know anything about it.
Before he left, his father instructed him to take care of the people in the Duke's mansion as much as possible, and he did quite a few things along the way, turning a blind eye to their misbehavior.
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