The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

Chapter 73

Mo Yici knew the situation of the Zhou family. Zhou Xingnan was the third son of the Zhou family. After his mother gave birth to his younger brother two years ago, all her attention was drawn to the youngest son. Zhou Xingnan also began to use his unruly manner to attract the attention of his parents, but with little effect. His father couldn't stand it anymore, so he brought him to Guihua County to suffer.

The result is obvious. He lives like a fish in water here. No one dares to mess with him because of his family background. His mother doesn't like him, and his father doesn't care about him. He grows up freely, and Mo Yici is very relieved that he didn't grow up wrong. So Mo Yici would come to see this nominal younger brother whenever he has time.

“This is my sister.”

Lan Luochen had a cold face and a clear attitude, he was unwilling to share his sister.

"It's good to be the boss. When you become successful, I can walk around with my head held high."

Lan Wangshu patted Lan Luochen's hand and changed the subject with a smile.

"You are so lucky."

Zhou Xingnan patted Lan Luochen's shoulder earnestly, as if he was acting like an adult, which was very different from usual.

Lan Luochen's face looked a little strange. Thinking back on his previous life, he didn't think he was lucky. Perhaps it was luck that he met his current sister. Their family's luck had started to improve. They had a new house and could go to school.

"Sister is the best."

Lan Wangshu felt a little embarrassed by the flattery and didn't want to listen to others complimenting him anymore, so he simply said that it was getting late and time to go to bed.

Lan Wangshu brought his younger brothers back to the twins' room. Zhou Xingnan was curious. Didn't Lan Luochen say he would sleep alone? Why did he follow him in? He couldn't suppress his curiosity and squatted in the gap of the door, trying to listen to the sounds inside.

It turned out to be time for a bedtime story. Lan Wangshu saw Lan Luochen and couldn't help but think of You Xin's affairs. It was not good for her to interfere too much in other people's growth, as everyone has their own destiny, but it should be okay to give some advice.

Finally, she chose a story from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the Death of Fengchu. She narrated the story very objectively according to the records in the book. For a moment, people inside and outside the house and those next door were fascinated by the story. It was the first time that Zhou Xingnan heard such a story. Although he didn't know the previous situation, he quickly understood the situation. Not to mention Mo Yici on the opposite side. He thought that at this distance, it would not be difficult for him to hear anything.

"Finally, Mr. Fengchu was shot dead at Luofengpo."

The two little ones had not read many books and were not very interested in this kind of story. When Lan Wangshu finished telling the story and turned back to look at them, both of them were fast asleep, and Lan Wangyan's belly was exposed.

"Let's go, it's time to go back to bed."

Lan Wangshu lowered his voice, casually covered himself with the quilt, and pulled Lan Luochen out the door. Zhou Xingnan had been squatting at the door, his legs were numb, so he turned sideways and sat on the ground.

When the girl turned around to close the door, she was startled when she saw her and almost screamed.

"Why are you here if you're not sleeping?"

“I want to hear a story, too.”

Zhou Xingnan lowered his voice carefully, looking a little pitiful, and kept beating his legs with both hands.

Lan Wangshu felt a little helpless. He smiled gently and glanced at Lan Luochen. He understood what he meant and helped Zhou Xingnan up and sent him back to the room.

On the way back to the room, Lan Luochen pulled Lan Wangshu to chat at the bedroom door, and he was a little confused.

"Sister, is Mr. Wolong really that godly? If it's called Luofengpo, will Mr. Fengchu be buried there?"

"This is an artistic creation, or a picture book. It is difficult to evaluate it fairly and impartially. After all, it contains the author's subjective judgment. It may deify some people or vilify some people. You need to make your own judgment, don't you think so?"

Lan Luochen nodded and thought for a while.

"I don't think so. It's just a coincidence. But Mr. Fengchu was indeed too impatient. He brought so few troops and was unfamiliar with the terrain. He was unwilling to let Wei Yan follow him and was too aggressive. It's not surprising that such a result occurred."

Lan Wangshu just smiled and nodded without saying anything. Pang Tong was indeed a little too aggressive. These were objective facts, so his death was inevitable.

"What do you think, sister?"

"You are right, but this story still needs to be put into context. Mr. Fengchu is a smart man, and Wolong and Fengchu are good friends. They are close friends because of their wisdom. Doesn't he know that he is courting his own destruction by doing this?"

Lan Wangshu's words made Lan Luochen fall into silence. What should he do? He felt that what his sister said seemed to make sense.

"Could it be that Mr. Fengchu did this on purpose?"

"I don't know. Everyone has their own judgment. I can only say that in my eyes, it is, but I don't know whether it is in your eyes. Of course, there are also many people who say that Feng Chu is too conceited and eager for quick success."

"But my sister doesn't think so."

Lan Luochen's tone was very affirmative, and he looked at her with his calm peach blossom eyes, which were full of curiosity. He really wanted to know what she thought.