The cannon fodder in the book is sweet and soft, the educated youth is really fragrant

Father Wen's hand pinched Xiaomei Wen again, and Xiaomei Wen said helplessly, "Dad, you may be wrong."

Father Wen's face turned dark immediately, and he raised his hand to slap Xiaomei Wen: "What nonsense are you talking about! How could I admit my mistake!"

Wen Xiaomei slapped him back and said coldly: "Are you awake?! They say you admit your mistake when you admit it! Even if you hit your head and die here! You still admit your mistake, do you understand?!"

After she finished yelling, she turned her head and smiled to look at Zheng Yuqiao and Aunt Liao who were stunned, and said, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but my mother and aunt look alike, so my dad misunderstands people. I'm really sorry."

After saying this, she forcibly dragged Father Wen away.

Father Wen was still reluctant: "Little sister! She is your real mother!"

"Does she recognize it? You will die as my own mother!"

Wen Xiaomei was exhausted in just 2 minutes, so she said angrily.

As soon as Father Wen heard that it was okay, he immediately wanted to teach her a lesson. Younger Sister Wen was not a pure vegetarian, so she immediately exchanged a prop and suppressed him with brute force, and accidentally stepped on his injured foot during the process.

Father Wen let out a cry.

It was quiet in an instant.

Honestly, he limped and followed Xiaomei Wen back to Fang's house step by step.

Aunt Liao also reacted, and she said, "Third brother and sister, you are so cruel, that is your own daughter! If you don't recognize the meat that fell from your stomach, you won't recognize it."

"Sister-in-law feels pitiful, so go and admit it." Zheng Yuqiao came back to her senses, and said coldly to Aunt Liao.

Her hands in the sleeves were almost pinched.

I hate the father and daughter who suddenly appeared.

Wen Xiaomei's reaction also shocked her.

No matter what she thought, Little Sister Wen took Father Wen back to Fang's house and briefly told them: "It's just a misunderstanding. It's just the same name, the same surname and the same face. My dad has lived to be old and blind to admit it."

The Fang family looked at each other in dismay, glanced at Father Wen who seemed to have been sucked out of his yang energy, and shuddered, stood up and sat back.

Mr. Li and the others casually said a few words of comfort.

At Miss Wen's table, Li Yun and the others didn't dare to ask, so only Shen Jiaomei stared at her face for a while and asked, "Little sister, what's wrong with your face?"

"fine."

Shen Jiaomei didn't ask any more questions, and then asked again: "Then shall we go back to the capital now?"

Wen Xiaomei said: "Let's take a look in Midtown first, and return to Kyoto the day after tomorrow."

It was Auntie Fang who broke the deadlock: "Yes, yes, just play in Midtown."

It's just that she was a little embarrassed.

If there were only the two of them alone, the Fang family would have taken them in, but there was an extra father Wen, and he didn't look too smart.

Wen Xiaomei didn't sit for a long time, and she proposed to clean up the house, and dragged Wen Daddy away from Fang's house with her bag.

Passing by Liao's house, Father Wen was still crying and fussing, while Younger Sister Wen put her toes on his injured foot, and lost her temper all of a sudden.

This girl is really cruel.

Father Wen didn't dare to gamble.

Finally reluctant to leave.

He also said with a sad face: "Little sister, I don't have money to stay in a hotel."

Wen Xiaomei looked at him speechlessly: "Dad, how can you have the courage to come back to pursue my mother if you don't have money? How can you compare with his current husband?"

Father Wen was speechless, he forced out four words: "I love Yuqiao!"

Wen Xiaomei put the satchel on him, pinched his waist and said to him: "There's a fart! The key is that my mother likes you. Does she like you? No!"

"Will not……"

"You don't know about the family planning from Kyoto to Midtown? You can measure it by the number of children! You are not a good person!"

"Why did you beat me and still scold me!"

Wen Xiaomei directly slapped her hand up.

Father Wen put away the grievance on his face, and listened obediently: "You scold me, scold me, scold yourself, I am your own father."

Shen Jiaomei listened for a long time before she figured out the key point, and immediately gave Wen Xiaomei a look.

She also put her burden on Father Wen, and asked him, "Uncle, how much salary do you get for working in Kyoto University for a month? How much does Auntie's current husband earn?"

Two questions.

Father Wen couldn't even answer. He wanted to save face and said, "But I love Yuqiao."

Miss Wen waved her hand.

She urged: "Let's go, hurry up, it's too late and I won't be able to sleep at night."

A few people returned to the house that Huo Mao and the others had rented. As soon as they opened the door and entered, they met the person who was scrubbing potatoes in the house.

"Why are you here?" Shen Jiaomei ran over, pointing at the disheveled Hong Zhengyi and asked.

Hong Zhengyi smiled awkwardly: "What about me, I am showing you the house!"

"Who cares!"

Shen Jiaomei said so, but she went in and walked around, and found that the room was quite clean, and came back and asked Hong Zhengyi: "How did you get in?"

Hong Zhengyi said with a bitter face: "I really can't help it. I don't have money and can't afford a hostel, so I decided to come here...to make do with it."

Shen Jiaomei pinched her waist and pointed at Jiangshan: "Ha! You took out the bedding and covered it yourself! How can you make do with it? You also use the firewood in the kitchen. How can you make do with it?!"

Hong Zhengyi blushed.

In order not to make himself known as a thief, he explained: "There is a reason for the incident, and I also help you take care of your house. If it weren't for me, the little yellow croakers you buried in the ground would have been dug away."

Shen Jiaomei's complexion changed.

He turned his head and looked at Xiaomei Wen.

Wen Xiaomei let go of her father, came to Shen Jiaomei with golden eyes and looked at Hong Zhengyi together: "Where are you?"

"Where is it?" Father Wen also took off his equipment curiously, and came over to look.

He hadn't seen gold yet.

I heard that the Zheng family had a lot of gold jewelry back then, and they were reported because of it.

It's not so tight now.

But no one dares to wear gold and silver jewelry!
Hong Zhengyi swallowed hard as he was stared at by three pairs of eyes.

First go and close the door tightly, then go into the kitchen and pull it out from the ashes under the stove.

He took out all the ashes.

There was no trace of gold.

Hong Zhengyi's face turned pale, and he quickly said, "I'm really hiding here, I didn't steal it!"

He simply put aside the small stool under his buttocks, lay on the ground, and started searching through the ashes of plants and trees bit by bit.

Shen Jiaomei pursed her lips: "I didn't let you live, so you don't have to panic."

"I didn't!" Hong Zhengyi was so anxious that he was about to dismantle the stove to prove his innocence.

Wen Xiaomei saw that the ashes had been scattered all over the place, and there was no trace of gold, so she said to Shen Jiaomei, "There shouldn't be any, let's go to the room to clean up first."

Hong Zhengyi refused to let them go.

Father Wen was already angry. Seeing that Hong Zhengyi seemed to be playing with them, he immediately said in a strange way: "You live here. If you took it away, it could be us, right? Thieves don't call themselves thieves!"

Hong Zhengyi hugged Father Wen's feet directly, and suddenly howled: "Even if I did something wrong! Uncle, you don't wrong me so much! Is it wrong that I don't have money? I just want a place to shelter from the wind and rain Is it wrong to celebrate a new year?!"