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A fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth rushed out of the house. He was going to find some friends to play with. Who knew that he tripped over a rock and pounced forward. He was about to hit the fence, so he had to get hurt. He covered his head with his hands and gritted his teeth. He was ready to accept the pain that was about to come, but his body somehow managed to pass through the fence unscathed. While he was in a daze, countless information suddenly surged into his mind. It was huge and dense, and his brain felt like it was about to explode. He screamed, covered his head with both hands, and rolled all over the ground. Finally, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Yimo, what's wrong with you, Yimo?" When the father and mother heard their son's scream, they both took him out. When they found that their son was unconscious, they were so scared that they didn't know what to do. They hurriedly carried their son into the room and called out to him. However, their son's eyes were tightly shut and his face was pale. No matter how loudly they shouted, there was no response.
"Yimo, say yes. Don't scare your mother!" Mother held her son and kept calling out to him, tears pouring down her face. He was still a steady father. He said, "Take care of Mo. I'll go to the doctor." Then, he hurriedly went to get the doctor.
Mother kept calling out to her son. She felt her heart ache as she touched him. When she found that her son was still breathing, she felt a lot more at ease.
Yimo's mother was in her thirties. Although she was dressed in simple clothes, she could not hide her natural beauty. If she was born in a big family, she would definitely be a young lady. Right now, her hands were full of calluses left behind by hard work. Her temples were also full of beautiful hair. In her mother's heart, her son was her everything!
Soon, the doctor arrived. He came to the bed, looked at Yimo's eyelids, and then grabbed his left hand to check his pulse. After pondering for a moment, he smiled and said, " Younger Brother Feng, your Yimo is fine. He just passed out. Don't worry, let him sleep. He will be fine tomorrow."
Father was overjoyed. He heaved a sigh of relief. It was good that he was fine. He quickly took out a silver coin and gave it to the doctor. Then, he respectfully sent the doctor out.
"Father, why did Yimo suddenly faint?" his father asked. The mother was still a little worried. She took a towel and wiped her son's face.
"Son, mother. Didn't the doctor say that he just fainted? Don't worry. After a nap, tomorrow he would be a lively person again. Fifteen years old, it is the time when the firepower is strong!" Father believes the words of the doctor very much. Doctor Du is the most powerful doctor in the surrounding ten miles and eight villages. There is no illness that he cannot treat.
Go and do your work. I will take care of Yimo, "the doctor said. Mother still felt sorry for her son. She had been waiting by the bed, hoping that the first person her son would see after he woke up would be her.
The husband understood his wife's feelings. He picked up the hoe and went to work.
But the husband and wife did not expect Feng Yimo to lie down for half a month. He was breathing and did not wake up. Because he could not eat, he lost weight. It turned out that he weighed more than 70 pounds and had lost all his flesh on his face. When his mother's heart was cut like a knife, she kept crying.
Doctor Du came here a few times, but he could not find the cause of the illness. He could only shake his head and leave. In order to treat Feng Yimo, Yimo's father had seen all the doctors within 50 miles with Yimo on his back. All the doctors were helpless, so he could only carry his son home.
Yimo's mother, whose heart was full of hope, saw her son in a coma, and her tears flowed. She had been taking care of her son for more than ten days without removing her clothes. Unexpectedly, this was the result. She could not accept it, and she hugged her son and cried loudly.
The family's savings were used up. Yimo's father borrowed five taels of silver from the wealthy Zhou in the village. It was about to expire the next day. Yimo's father planned to sell the ten acres of farmland in the village for two acres. Once he paid the bill, he would have at least five taels left. He could at least survive the day and not let the husband and wife starve.
The sky was not bright yet. There was a hurried knock on the door outside the house. Then, a hoarse voice shouted. "Feng Yuliang, you owe our master five taels of silver. It's time to pay it back. Today is the day."
Yimo's father could tell that this was the voice of Zhou Huai, the housekeeper of the Zhou family's wealthy family. Behind his back, everyone in the village called him "Zhou Buer," because this kid used his power to bully others, bullied the weak and feared the strong, and did all sorts of bad things.
Yimo's father hurriedly got up and put on his clothes. Just as he opened the door to the courtyard, Zhou Huai brought a few strong men and barged in. "Feng Yuliang, quickly return the money!"
Yimo's father was angry in his heart. Today was only the day, so why did he come early in the morning to rush the bill? He didn't dare offend anyone, so he hurriedly said, "Why did Manager Zhou come personally? It's only a matter of five taels of silver. In a while, I'll sell two acres of land and send the silver to the estate."
Zhou Huai glared and shouted. "What five taels of silver? It's fifty taels! It's written in black and white, you have to see it clearly!" As he spoke, he took out the IOU from his pocket and opened it for Yimo's father to see.
Yimo's father was confused. He had clearly borrowed five taels of silver. How did it become fifty taels of silver? He looked at the IOU, but it was fine if he did not look at it. When he saw it, he was so angry that his entire body trembled. He saw that behind the IOU "Wu," someone had added a pick, and Wu Er had become Wu Qi! Back then, the receipt was written by the Zhou family's accountant. He had only signed and signed the contract, but he did not notice that there was a huge gap between the word "Wu" and the word "Wu.
"You, you are scoundrels. You are taking it by force! I am going to sue you!" Yimo's father was so angry that he was trembling all over.
Zhou Huai and the others laughed loudly, "I say, Feng Yuliang, not to mention that the county magistrate is our master's brother, even the other county governors can't judge you as the winner. The loan is your signature, right? It's your handprint, right? Even if you report it to the Emperor, you'll still lose! Quickly, bring over your family's title deed. I will return the loan to you. We're done! "
Only now did Yimo's father know that Zhou Cai's family had long taken a fancy to their own superior farmland. Blood gushed up as he picked up a pole beside the millstone and struck it towards Zhou Huai. "I'll beat you bunch of inhumane bastards to death!"
Zhou Huai flew into a rage and kicked right at Yimo's father's lower abdomen. He was tall and strong, and he frequently practiced martial arts. This kick used an entire 100% of his strength to send the thin and weak Yimo's father flying. Bang! He collided with the millstone behind him, and the back of his head heavily smashed onto the edge of the hard millstone, causing fresh blood to gush out.
Zhou Huai jumped down and stretched out his hand to probe Yimo's father's breathing. When he discovered that he no longer had any aura and was dead, he couldn't help but panic and wanted to flee. A robust man pulled him back and said in a low voice, "Butler, if you run now, someone will definitely find the corpse. At that time, they will find you and find the old master. It's morning now, and no one has seen you. Why don't you destroy the corpse and erase the traces?"
Zhou Huai was stunned and felt that it made sense. He hurriedly asked, "How do we destroy the corpse and erase the traces?"
"It's spring now and the weather is dry and easy to catch fire. Do you think that their family suddenly burned a family of three to death? Is it unrelated to us?" The robust man said with a sinister expression.
"Not bad, kid. You have a future!" Zhou Huai patted the robust man's shoulder in satisfaction and instructed. "Quickly, carry the corpse to the woodpile and light it up!"
Because Yimo's mother was taking care of her son in the room, she had just fallen asleep at daybreak. She didn't hear the quarrel and fight outside, and she woke up in a daze from choking on smoke. She saw the surrounding fire. Her home was on fire. It was impossible because her husband did not know how to cook and did not know how to light the fire. Someone had set the fire!
Yimo's mother coughed and reached out to grab her son. However, the surrounding flames were approaching and there was no way for her to escape. She had little strength, even though her son only had fifty kilograms left. She couldn't drag him any longer. Both of them had to die. Her eyes were filled with tears. She took out a piece of jade from her bosom and stuffed it into her son's arms. She kissed her son on the forehead. She said, "Son, if you can hear your mother's words, If I'm lucky enough to survive, I'll go to the Black Wood City of the Chu Country. Find the Feng Family. They'll know who you are the moment they see the jade pendant! Mother can't accompany you anymore, you have to take care of yourself! " Then, he pressed on the bed. The bed flipped over, and his son fell into the dark hole under the bed.
The tongue of fire instantly swallowed Yimo's mother. The entire room fell into a sea of fire. Because it was early in the morning, it was already too late when the neighbors brought buckets to put out the fire. They could only watch the house turn into a pile of ruins. People found two deformed corpses in the ruins, but they did not find a third one. They all thought that they had been burned into ashes by the fire. After all, the Feng Family's kid had been unconscious for more than half a month, and he was so skinny.