Chapter 148
The hawker sold many things, typically offering practical items for village life like chicks, ducklings, and piglets. His stock also included everyday necessities such as needles and thread, malt candy, hair ornaments popular with young girls, assorted vegetable seeds, kitchen knives, locks, and hoes.
These were all essentials for common folk in their daily lives.
Guaizai ran to He Xiaodong's house again. These little rascals had been playing together for some time and were quite familiar with each other.
Old Man He was quite surprised to hear he came to buy a lock. Seeing him holding money in his hands, he just assumed Fang Zichen and Zhao Ger had sent him. Otherwise, where would a child get so much money?
He did have over a dozen locks left. He led Guaizai to look, there were big ones and small ones.
Guaizai squatted beside the small box, turned over a few, and said: "Uncle, which kind of lock is better to use?"
"The big ones are sturdier. Usually, they can't be pried open," Old Man He said.
"Then I want this one." Upon hearing this, Guaizai directly picked the biggest one. However, this lock hadn't been stored properly before, it had gotten damp and rusty. Old Man He wanted to give him a different one, lest he take it back and Fang Zichen and Zhao Ger misunderstood, thinking he had deliberately tricked the child and sold him a broken one.
Guaizai hugged the lock tightly: "Guaizai wants this one. Uncle He, Guaizai wants this one."
His small figure was enough to soften even the hardest heart. Old Man He found himself utterly defenseless against such an appeal and could only relent, selling him the lock.
As soon as Zhao Ger left in the morning, Guaizai seized the opportunity, locked the bedroom door, and then threw one key into the latrine pit.
This lock is so big, Daddy definitely won't be able to break it open.
Guaizai was emboldened by having a secure hold.
Clang! Clang! Clang! The noise rang outside. Zhao Ger smashed at the door for a long time but still couldn't break it open.
Fang Zichen was extremely anxious. He leaned by the window, shouting hoarsely: "Zhao Ger, have you broken it open yet? I can't hold on much longer!"
Please don't let me die from a burst bladder before this damned drug can kill me.
Zhao Ger's hands were numb from the vibrations. He wiped off his sweat and came to the window: "Not yet, I can't break it open."
"I'm so desperate! This is really Barbecue!" Fang Zichen was about to cover his crotch and hop from urgency.
[芭比Q了 (bā bǐ Q le): Chinese internet slang for "It's over!" or "I'm doomed!", comparing a failed situation to being "barbequed."]
Zhao Ger thought for a moment, went into the kitchen, got a deep-mouthed pottery jar, and passed it through the window: "Husband, use this to make do for now!"
Fang Zichen: "......"
Splash, splash... It sounded for almost a full minute.
His bladder had really been about to burst.
Fang Zichen had never imagined that relieving himself could feel so comfortable, almost like floating in ecstasy. The word 'pleasure' alone couldn't describe it.
But...
He went to the window: "Son..."
"Father called Guaizai for what?"
"Come here," Fang Zichen coaxed Guaizai like a creepy weirdo uncle: "Come here, let Father give you a health check."
"Okay." As soon as Guaizai reached the window, Fang Zichen lifted him up with one hand and pulled his pants down: "You little brat, how dare you defy the heavens! Let me see if your little butt is itchy."
"Not itchy, not itchy," Guaizai wasn't scared. Fang Zichen had never hit him, so he wasn't afraid of him at all, and thought he was playing with him again.
Fang Zichen kneaded his bowl-sized little buttocks back and forth like dough, rubbing them until they turned red, but Guaizai just giggled happily.
He wriggled his little body, even being held in mid-air by Fang Zichen, he wasn't afraid of falling. During the horseplay, a key fell out of his pocket with a crisp sound.
"What was that sound?" Fang Zichen looked and immediately shouted outside: "Zhao Ger, you've been tricked by this little brat! There's another key here!"
"Father, don't shout, Father, don't shout..." Guaizai hurriedly tried to cover Fang Zichen's mouth, but he was too late.
Zhao Ger, drenched in sweat, came over, glanced at them first, then picked up the key from the ground, examined it for a moment, and without a word went to the backyard. When he came out again, he was holding a small stick.
This child has actually learned to lie now.
If he doesn't get a spanking, he'll think he can get away with anything.
He pulled Guaizai over and gave him two swift pats on the buttocks.
The little buttocks immediately tightened. Guaizai, eyes brimming with tears, reached out towards Fang Zichen: "Father, save me! Father, save me! ... Wuwuwu..."
When this tigress gets angry, it's truly a disaster.
Seeing him get hit twice, Fang Zichen regretted it again: "Zhao Ger, stop right now! If you have anything, come at me! Let the child go! I beg you, he's my only son!"
Zhao Ger: "......" I'm disciplining my son, not killing him!
"Father, wuwuwu..."
Zhao Ger took a deep, slow breath to calm himself, and only then asked: "Why did you lock your father up?"
Guaizai covered his bottom with one hand and wiped his tears with the other.
The wooden stick was thin, but the thinner it was, the more it stung when it hit. His pants were still stuck around his little knees, his butt exposed, with two clear red marks on them.
"...Don't want Father to leave," he said, sobbing, snot also running: "Father gets lost, won't come back. Guaizai finally got a father, Guaizai doesn't want Father to leave."
Fang Zichen: "......"
He had been careless.
Yesterday, he was only focused on comforting Zhao Ger. He hadn't comforted his son yet! It seemed this incident hadn't just scared Zhao Ger; it had also made his young son worry and fear.
Zhao Ger hadn't expected this to be the reason. He immediately felt some regret. He squatted down in front of Guaizai and wiped his tears: "Father won't leave. Last time was all Daddy talking nonsense. Didn't you already hit Daddy for it?"
Guaizai's long eyelashes were wet with tears, his little nose sniffling, his voice choked and distinctly childish: "Really? Really not leaving?"
"Really." Zhao Ger wiped away his snot: "But you shouldn't have lied to people."
"Guaizai knows. Lying is wrong. Lying is not being a good child. Guaizai won't lie to people anymore." Guaizai squeezed into Zhao Ger's arms and hugged his neck: "Daddy, don't hit Guaizai anymore, okay? Guaizai's butt hurts. Guaizai knows he was wrong. Please, Daddy, don't hit Guaizai anymore."
Zhao Ger kissed him: "Okay."
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