A faint light lit up in the dark room, and the oil lamp was lit up again by the dog bastard.

Under the dim light, there were three coffins in the room, and there was still a trace of residual heat in the brazier.

In the wing room, a wooden barrel made of tung paint was placed, which was gushing white. There was a woman with white skin in the barrel, with her eyes closed and motionless without a trace of breath.

The bruises on her body seemed particularly annoying. She obviously suffered inhumane humiliation during her lifetime, but there was still a gentle smile on her beautiful cheeks. At the moment when she died, there was no resentment. She left with the best memories of her childhood with a bastard.

The bastard stared at Xue Zhi softly, sobbed, wiped tears, and wiped every inch of Xue Zhi's skin with a hand towel. He murmured in a deep voice: "Sister, I know you are clean and never dressed up on weekdays. Our family is not in good condition, and you always give me the best things. This time I came back from the squat, you know, I bought you rouge and water powder and a new dress. Although it is a lint cloth, I know that wearing it on you is more beautiful than those young ladies in silk and satin."

The hand towel gently rubbed the snow-hardened skin, and the dog bastard felt that the memories of the year after year reappeared from his mind until they dissipated.

He remembered the only time in his life when he saw Bai Xue Ren and two people running in the snow; he remembered the love when Xue Zhi secretly stuffed him two white eggs for the first time; he remembered the warm mist in his sister's heartache eyes when he went home for the first time, with the hurt...

The warm memories of growing up with Xue Zhi gradually dissipated. The scene of Gui Hai Yice insulting Xue Zhi appeared in the mind of the dog bastard, and the cruel scene of Wu Xiaoliu and others destroying Xue Zhi. He remembered everyone's faces and their ugly faces.

He had already dried up the tears.

After drying Xue Zhi's body, he gently carried Xue Zhi to bed and replaced Xue Zhi with her new clothes. With the dim oil lamp, he picked up rouge and water for the first time, and according to Xue Zhi's most beautiful appearance in his heart, he stroked and drew it, like the spring breeze to support the green water, depicting a gentle and lovely appearance of a small family.

"Sister, you are so beautiful! Those ladies in the deep courtyard are all over the place. When you walk on the street in this outfit, you will surely fascinate a group of talented men." The bastard took a red peach comb and carefully helped Xue Zhi comb her black hair, tied it into a beautiful bun. He looked at Xue Zhi's cheeks through the bronze mirror, showing a proud smile.

In the main hall.

The bastard carried Xuezhi into the coffin, looked reluctantly for a few more glances, and then closed the lid of the coffin. He gently patted the lid of the coffin and sighed, Xuezhi, this coffin was originally prepared for me, but I didn't expect... Oh, it's not the time for grief.

The bastard knelt in front of the brazier and burned yellow paper. Looking at the three coffins in front of him, he said as if he was talking, "Dad, Mom, Xue Zhi, I will burn more paper money for you. If the ghost messenger makes things difficult for you, don't be reluctant to spend money. They will give as much as they want. You can walk slowly on the road to the underworld. When I kill my enemy, I will look for you. Then our family will be reunited again."

The dog bastard knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. He looked at the spiritual position in front of the coffin and said shrillly: "Uncle, Third Uncle, my parents died tragically because you forgot your righteousness when you see money. Xuezhi was humiliated because you are greedy for life and fear of death. What should you pay for compensation?"

That night, he pondered hard and looked for a way out for revenge. The first thing he had to deal with was the family of uncle and uncle. Thinking of the day they were complacent and plotting against their appearance, the hatred of the bastard grew wildly, and he vowed to make them pay the price of bleeding.

Although the uncle and third uncle's family are not strong, there are more than ten people, and there are many people with strength. How can they fight all of them in one place? If they fight hard, the dog bastard knows that his fourteen-year-old body can't beat even those two cousins, so he will easily lose his life. If he fights hard, he can only win by his wits. The dog bastard has a scheming in his heart.

The dog and bastard who sat in the main hall for a night was not leaving the house until the rising sun rose and the purple air came.

After experiencing a heavy rain last night, Moyan Town seemed to be much cleaner. The small vendors on the street, shopping and walking food, all had relaxed and happy expressions on their faces.

For a moment, the bargaining sound was like a whip whip on the bastard, causing him to feel a little painful. He wanted to rush up and grabbed someone and pressed him to the ground and beat him up, but he still couldn't do anything.

When he was walking on the street in a daze, he suddenly felt a pain behind his back, and he flew several feet away, and made a muffled sound on the ground.

"Where did you come from? You blinded your dog's eyes. Do you want to die if you dare to rush into Bai Ye's car frame?" A big man with a ferocious face and fierce appearance cursed fiercely.

The bastard rubbed his arms that were hurting, stared at the big man and scolded: "Why are you trying to hit people? This street is not your home. If you can walk, why can't I walk?"

"You dog guy, open your dog's eyes and see, the person sitting on this chariot is Mr. Bai from the Bai Mansion." The bearded man said without hesitation, calling a few servants dressed in servants and punched and kicked the dog bastard again.

The dog bastard was seriously injured in Guihai Mansion. At this time, both fists could not match four hands, so there was no room for fighting back. He could only hold his head with his hands, curl up, and let the servants of the Bai Mansion bully him.

"Just teach me a lesson, don't delay me from going to Xiaoyao Tower to do the serious business." An impatient voice came from the carriage.

The bearded man kicked the dog bastard hard and stopped, waved to the groom in front of the carriage, and followed the driving team toward the south of the city.

The dog bastard was almost disbanded by the bearded man. He reluctantly climbed to a stone stair next to the restaurant and sat down, panting heavily, and wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth.

A man in a blue shirt passed by him, shook his head and sighed, and threw away two cents. The dog bastard looked at the two cents on the ground, looked at the person who had already walked over, and shouted, "Hey, your money..." The man waved his hand and ignored the dog bastard again.

The dog bastard couldn't help but feel funny. It turned out that this person regarded me as a beggar who begs for food. It was also right. What is the difference between me and the beggars on the traffic street now? The dog bastard shook his head, but he didn't expect that there were still kind people in Moyan Town.

Before he could recall the good deeds, the stench came over. The bastard looked up and saw a beggar with a disheveled face, disheveled clothes, and a sour smell all over his body staring at him with a pair of yellow eyes. His eyes were not only cowardice, but also greed and vicious.

The dog bastard picked up the two cents from the ground and handed them to the beggar. The beggar looked at the dog bastard and the two cents from his hand nervously, not knowing what he was thinking. Suddenly, the beggar stared at him, reached out to snatch the two cents from the dog bastard, and then kicked him hard and ran away.

When people around them saw this scene, they laughed at the dog bastards. They pointed at the dog bastards with the people around them, and their words were ruthless and ruthless. What is the difference between people being able to live so merciless and indifferent and harsh?

The dog bastard smiled silently and looked at the people on the street. He couldn't help but laugh at himself: "Dog bastard, dog bastard, you are really a dog. Even a beggar can bully you recklessly. What qualifications do you have to take revenge?"

There were more and more people on the street, and they entered the restaurant in a constant stream. The waiter shook his arms, nodded and greeted the guests. The bastard stood up and patted the dust on his body, and walked into the restaurant with his back.

When he entered the restaurant, the bastard saw that although the busy waiter noticed him, he did not take it seriously and continued to serve the well-dressed old men. So he shouted in a low voice: "Waiter!"

"What's wrong?" A waiter walked over with his hands, looking up and down at the bastard, a little impatient.

The dog bastard glanced at the waiter and raised his head and said, "Give me ten kilograms of roasting knife, cut me five kilograms of beef and mutton, and make a few more dishes. I will take them away later."

When the waiter heard this, he showed joy at first, and then asked uncertainly: "Customer, the price of so much food and drink is not cheap, are you sure you want it?"

The dog looked down at the person, and the bastard took out a silver from his arms and shook it in front of the waiter, "Did you see it? Give it to me a slight!"

The waiter saw the real ingot of snow-patterned silver in the hand of the dog bastard, and immediately changed his face. He brought a long bench, dusted it with a hand towel on his shoulder, and then poured a bowl of water for the dog bastard, flattered and said, "Master, you can rest for a while, and then go and prepare now."

After sitting down, the bastard crossed his legs and watched the waiter walk to the shopkeeper and muttered quietly.

"Shopkeeper, that kid wants to beat twenty kilograms of roasted knives, beef and mutton..." The waiter said the dog bastard to the restaurant manager without any hesitation.

The restaurant shopkeeper glanced at the bastard and saw that he was dressed very shabby, and asked disbelief: "If you want so much, does he have money?"

"Hi, shopkeeper, when did I, Wang Xiaoer, have you seen it? That kid took out a ingot of silver just now."

"Okay, if you have money, you can go to the kitchen to give instructions." The shopkeeper nodded, then returned to the counter to make a calculation and get the account book.

After a few incense sticks, the waiter prepared all the food required by the dog bastard. He asked the dog bastard: "Master, should you take these food monsters away by yourself, or should you arrange two friends for you to deliver them in a donkey cart?"

The dog bastard looked at the two big wine jars and a food box on the ground, feeling a little distressed. He asked, "How much does it cost to hire a guy to send it to the cotton pants alley?"

"Hi, my master, you have spent a lot of money in our restaurant today, so of course you can't ask for more money. You can just watch it at that time." Wang Xiaoer smiled and called on the two guys to bring the wine and food to the donkey cart, and then settled the bill with the dog bastard.

When I arrived at the Cotton Pants Alley, not far from the door of the dog bastard’s uncle’s house, the dog bastard stopped the guy, “Brother, let me send it here.”

The guy looked around and asked in confusion: "Master, you have not arrived at the mansion yet. It will be troublesome to carry these things when the time comes. It may be small to send them to you directly. You don't have to worry about spending more money, that is, a walk."

"No need to worry, you can take this money." The dog bastard waved his hand, took out ten cents from his arms and handed them to the young man.

Seeing that the dog bastard insisted, the guy had to give up, collected the money, moved all the things on the donkey cart, then greeted the dog bastard, and turned around and left.

The bastard watched the young man's departure back, looked around and found that no one was allowed to open the lid of the clay sculpture of the wine jar, and a smell of wine wafted out. He took out a yellow paper bag from his arms, swept around, and poured the white powder from the yellow paper bag into the wine jar.
Chapter completed!