The strong man saw that Fugui did not listen to what his father Zhang Youcai said. He thought to himself whether this kid really wanted to take care of this matter, so he said from his mouth: "What, do you really want to take care of this matter?"

Fugui ignored the strong man, walked to his father Zhang Youcai, snatched the grain exchanged for food from his father, took it to the strong man, handed it to the strong man, and said, "Do you see if these are worth the money for those big cakes?"

The strong man opened the cloth bag and looked in shock and said from his mouth, "Food...Food", and then smiled and said, "Enough, enough", and then left happily with the food in the cloth bag.

His father Zhang Youcai walked to Fugui and kicked Fugui's butt with straw sandals made of hemp ropes, and said angrily: "You are a spendthrift thing, I don't care if you want to save people, but... but do you know how much those big cakes cost and how much food is for the cloth bag? You have to make your father angry to death!"

Fugui allowed his father Zhang Youcai to kick his butt with his feet, without any complaints. After all, it was because of his actions just now that he and his father had no food for the month, and they could only eat wild vegetables to fill their stomachs in the next month.

Seeing that he was rescued, the young young man saw that the strong man had already walked far away, he stood up and said thank you to Fugui. Fugui ignored him and patted his butt, his father Zhang Youcai's pants covered in dust.

Seeing that the food was gone, Zhang Youcai was useless even if he beat and scolded his son, he had to eat coptis chinensis in a mute manner and swallowed it up by himself. Fugui and his father Zhang Youcai continued to rush home. When they walked to the stream outside the village, they found a person following them. This person was either someone else, or the young young thief.

They didn't care at the beginning, but as they walked, the young man still followed them closely, and Zhang Youcai felt something was wrong, so he turned around and cursed at the young man: "You are the thief who is killing this day. Could it be that you want to steal the sesame oil from the old man's hand? Don't follow us, otherwise I'm not polite."

Zhang Youcai turned around and continued walking on the way home with his son Zhang Fugui. He turned around from time to time and looked behind him. He did not notice that young man was rushing home with Fugui with comfort and steadily.

When Zhang Youcai and his son Fugui walked to the door, they turned sideways and saw the young young man not far from the mud behind them. After seeing this, Zhang Youcai was so angry that he was looking for stones under his feet, wanting to throw them into the young young man with stones.

Zhang Youcai picked up a few small stones and threw them hard towards the young man. However, after all, he was old and his strength was not as lively as a young man. The young man was still quite agile, and he dodged away the stones thrown by Zhang Youcai in a few seconds.

Zhang Youcai was so angry that he cursed from his mouth: "You are the thief you killed this day, my old man's house is just a broken mud and tiled house. Do you still want to steal with me?"

The young boy also responded to Zhang Youcai from afar and said, "Uncle, I don't want to steal your things, I want to stay in your house as your son's wife!"

After hearing this, Zhang Youcai was shocked. Fugui was shocked by this and his pupils widened. Zhang Youcai looked at the young young man carefully. No matter how he looked, he couldn't tell that he was a girl, so he started to curse: "You killed this day. Can't I see that you are a man or a woman? You don't piss well and see what kind of virtue you are. His face is as dark as coal. How could he be a girl? Do you think I am easy to bully the old man."

The young man took off his hat, spread his long hair, and then wiped the ash on his face with his clothes. The living girl suddenly showed her to Zhang Youcai and his son Fugui.

Zhang Youcai and his son Fugui rubbed their eyes in surprise at the same time, fearing that they would read it wrong. After several confirmations, they laughed again. Zhang Youcai murmured and said excitedly to his son Fugui: "Fugui...Fugui... is... a girl, you have a wife... you have a wife."

Fugui was also excitedly rubbed his hands and stomped his feet. He felt an indescribable sense of joy in his mouth. He thought in his heart that he shouldn't have touched what he had just hugged her with his hands. Fugui thought he had touched two big steamed buns she stole, but he didn't expect...

This young man is named Li Jianmei because he has no relatives at home and is begging and wandering everywhere, just to make some life. The reason why he put a pot of dust on his cheeks was to ensure his safety. After all, a woman who wanders around would inevitably encounter any danger, so she disguised herself as if she was a boy.

Zhang Youcai shouted excitedly: "Doll, hurry... hurry up... come over, let the old man have a good look." Li Jianmei walked over and walked to Zhang Youcai's side. Zhang Youcai stared at the young young man in front of him, and continued: "Doll, did the old man hurt you when he threw stones just now?"

Li Jianmei turned around in front of Zhang Youcai, and then said from her mouth: "I am agile, and the stones can't hit me."

Zhang Fugui was already stunned when he stood by and watched. Zhang Youcai pulled Li Jianmei's sleeve and said, "Doll, hurry up... Come in." Zhang Youcai kicked Fugui again, telling him not to be stupid alone. Fugui followed Li Jianmei and walked into the door.

Zhang Youcai found a wooden bench and shook the ashes and asked Li Jianmei to sit on the wooden bench. He looked at Li Jianmei again, and then continued to ask: "Where are you from? Where do you live in your home? Who are there in your home?...

Li Jianmei said to Zhang Youcai in a simplified manner: "I am from Shandong, my whole family is dead, and I am the only one left. I begged all the way and I don't know where I went."

"Poor kid! Why are you the only one left?" Zhang Youcai said.

"My parents died early. I lived in my uncle's house since I was a child, but my uncle insisted on forcing me to marry a person with tuberculosis, so I escaped. I ran all the way, and I didn't know where I escaped. I was so hungry that I became a thief and robbed that big cake," Li Jianmei responded.

After Zhao Youcai asked about the reason for his family background, he immediately asked: "Doll, what you said just now is really true. Do you really want to marry my son and be my daughter-in-law?"

Li Jianmei said seriously: "Uncle, your son is willing to help me if he doesn't know that I am a girl. Just because he didn't let me get hammered by that strong man just now, I know that he is kind-hearted and I don't know where I should go. I just decided to be a silly person. Whoever treats me will be with whom I am willing to marry your baby and be your daughter-in-law."

Zhang Youcai was so happy that he couldn't stop talking, but he was afraid that the baby in front of him would reluctantly agree because of the gratitude in front of him. If he regretted it soon, wouldn't it be a joke? The villagers pay the most attention to this little face, so he said to Li Jianmei: "Baby, our family is poor, and we are so poor that we can even have food but not the rest. Our village is also the poorest village here. It is so poor that even foreign girls are reluctant to marry into our village. If you marry my son, I dare not say that you can make you have a full meal every time!"

"Uncle, there are many poor people these days, but it is not scary to be poor. As long as you are willing to work harder, you can still live. I know you are afraid that I can't stand the suffering and think that I'm just talking for the time being, but I really want to marry you. As long as your child is rich and can be better for me, I have no other requirements, and I don't need to do a big job and do it in a special way. I just want to live a down-to-earth life," Li Jianmei said to Zhang Youcai with a smile.

After hearing what Li Jianmei said, tears in the corners of Zhang Youcai's eyes kept surging under his nose, and he muttered to himself, "Fugui, your son Fugui finally has a wife, and the old man's heart is gone."

Zhang Fugui squatted beside his father Zhang Youcai, looking at the tears dripping from the corner of his eyes, and knew that his father was excited and shed tears because of happiness. He couldn't help but shed tears with his father Zhang Youcai. The crying of Zhang Youcai and Zhang Fugui in the room spread. Those who didn't know thought something was wrong at home, only Li Jianmei, who was sitting on the wooden bench, knew their excitement at this moment.

The next morning, Zhang Youcai beat gongs and drums to organize the happy events of his son Zhang Fugui in the whole village. After hearing the gongs and drums, the whole village looked through the crack in the door.

Zhang Youcai walked while beating gongs and drums, and kept saying: My son is rich and has a wife... My son is rich and has a wife...

The villagers who heard Zhang Youcai talked opened the door and walked out. Seeing Zhang Youcai beat the drums and drums alone, shouting while walking. Dazhuang from the village said to Zhang Youcai: "Uncle Youcai, you said Fugui is going to get married, is it true?"

From time to time, some people answered in the crowd who walked out, "That's right, our village is so poor that we can't even see a female mosquito, and the woman who came here, let's talk about it, your family is as poor as the talented uncle, and that woman dares to marry your son and be rich!"

After hearing this, Zhang Youcai was angry and angry, but after thinking about it repeatedly, he said from his mouth: "I said, can you not eat grapes and say that the grapes are sour! Why... Don't you believe that my son's wealthy son can find a wife?"

Zhang Dazhuang smiled and said to Zhang Youcai: "Uncle Youcai, we really don't believe this. If you can find a wife in wealth and honor, then there will probably be no one in our village."

After hearing this, the villagers burst into laughter. Zhang Youcai was a little angry and continued, "Dazhuang, if my son has found a wife with wealth and honor, what should you do?"

"Talented uncle, if Fugui gets married, then I, Zhang Dazhuang, have all the banquets for Fugui. You see," Zhang Dazhuang said in front of the whole village.

"Okay, okay, Dazhuang, this is what you said, don't regret it," Zhang Youcai said with a smile.

Zhang Dazhuang patted his chest with confidence and said, "I said, if Fugui can marry a wife, then I, Zhang Dazhuang, will I, have a banquet."
Chapter completed!