Fighting to destiny

Chapter 3 Sparrow (Page 1/2)

"f**k you, you bastard!" Li Rongxi's eyes were filled with tears. He covered his nose and jumped up and down, cursing. It was so painful that he felt that his entire nose was crushed.

"Dare to steal my things, I'll peel your skin off!"

"Hey, Brother Xizi, you better open your eyes and watch." Zhang Xiaozu stood ten steps away, showing off the paper lot he had snatched in his hand to Li Rongxi, and then stuffed the paper lot into his mouth while Li Rongxi was yelling angrily, chewing and swallowing it.

"Little bastard!" Li Rongxi looked at Zhang Xiaozu's smug look, and felt like he was going to catch fire. He cursed: "Your head was kicked by a donkey, and you don't meet the conditions for entering the mountain. It's useless to rob. I just got punched in vain."

"Hehe, the village chief has agreed to let me enter the mountain. So, it's not in vain to rob." Zhang Xiaozu winked at Li Rongxi smugly.

Li Rongxi turned his head eagerly to look at the old village chief.

The old village chief coughed twice, not even making eye contact with him, and shouted to the crowd: "Those who get the quota should go to Uncle Liu to register, then go home and prepare well, and set off early tomorrow morning." Li Rongxi was furious, rolled up his sleeves and shouted: "No one can stop me, I'm going to skin Zhang Xiaozu!" "Yes, skin him!" "Let's fight, fight, whoever wins can go into the mountains!" "Get out of the way, make way for the land!" Li Rongxi thought too much, not only did no one stop him, but a group of old men watched the excitement and shouted for him to fight with Zhang Xiaozu, and even gave up the venue. Li Rongxi was not afraid, he rushed towards Zhang Xiaozu, grabbed Zhang Xiaozu's collar and threw him to the ground, causing Zhang Xiaozu to jump up and curse in pain, and fought back. The two men wrestled, punching each other, kicking each other, and it was a lively fight, with the onlookers clapping and cheering.

Finally, the winner was decided with Zhang Xiaozu begging for mercy, but Zhang Xiaozu refused to give up the chance to enter the mountain. Li Rongxi had no choice but to kick Zhang Xiaozu's buttocks several times, and then he angrily dragged his wife home.

On the way home, Li Rongxi's wife looked at him covered in dust and with a bruised face. She felt very distressed and could not help complaining: "Xiaozu, this kid, is too harsh. Look how badly he beat you. You will be so swollen that you won't be able to see anyone."

"He is not much better." Li Rongxi said angrily. He glanced at his wife and saw that her face was dark. It seemed that she had a grudge against Zhang Xiaozu. She sighed and said, "Do you know why Xiaozu had to rob me and fight with me unreasonably?"

The wife shook her head.

"It's because our baby is sick. He knows I will miss him after I go into the mountains. But if he says it in front of everyone, I will not agree to give him the quota for the sake of face. So he came up with a way to make me give up the quota without losing my face. Look at his cowardly look when he begged for mercy. It's obviously pretending. If he rolls up his sleeves and really fights, two of us together can't be beaten by him." "Really? He is so good at fighting?" The wife didn't believe it. You know, her man is three years older than Zhang Xiaozu, who just became an adult today. "Haha, this brat is naturally strong. He can throw the millstone more than two meters with a swing of his arms. He is very capable. If not, how could the old village chief agree to let him go into the mountains? Let's not talk too much. I will accept this favor and repay it slowly in the future." "Well," the woman nodded vigorously and said, "Don't you still have half a pot of wine? I will find a way to cook a dish in the evening. You can take it to have a drink with the soldiers. Today is his coming-of-age ceremony, and we should drink to celebrate." People in Liujia Village are like this. If you treat me well, I will treat you better. Everyone gets together and opens their hearts to each other, and life is naturally harmonious. Drought is rampant, and every household has little food. In order to save money, they can only eat once a day or even every two days. They are tightening their belts and just hope to survive. But today is different. At noon, the stoves in each household are lit. White smoke is coming out of the chimney, and the air is filled with the smell of rice. Tomorrow, the men will go into the mountains to hunt, and they must prepare enough dry food for them. Needless to say, those families who did not meet the requirements and did not get a place to enter the mountain took out all the best things in their homes.

Zhang Xiaozu's home is at the westernmost end of the village. It is a three-room mud-walled thatched roof house built by the uncles in the village.

In the yard, Zhang Xiaozu took out the only half bag of wheat left in the house, ready to grind it into flour and make cakes to eat on the road.

He planted the wheat himself, and the land he planted the wheat on was the wasteland he opened up. He was alone, with nothing else but endless strength, and it was no big deal to open up wasteland and dig the land. It was a pity that there was a drought and the land could not be planted, otherwise he planned to open up another three acres of wasteland this year.

Zhang Xiaozu poured the wheat into a wooden basin and poured water to soak it. With only this little wheat, he dared not peel it and grind it into white flour, but grind the wheat bran into it together. Although the cakes made in this way did not taste good and made the throat hurt, they were filling and could resist hunger.

The wheat needs to be soaked for a while. Zhang Xiaozu dragged a wooden stool and sat aside to wait. He looked at the tiny bubbles constantly rising in the wooden basin and was unconsciously a little dazed.

Today's coming-of-age ceremony was not lively and grand, but it went smoothly. From today on, he, Zhang Xiaozu, oh no, it should be from today on, he, Zhang Dayong, is a real man and an adult. What is more gratifying is that the village chief and the elders in the village allow him to settle down in Liujia Village. In this way, he is no longer a rootless duckweed, and he can marry and have children legitimately, openly, and with a clear conscience. Thinking of marrying and having children, Zhang Xiaozu's cheeks blushed slightly, and the face of a girl emerged in his mind.