He threw down a thunder out of thin air, and successfully shocked the people following him.

Director Kan...

Going to the ground?

The person who followed quickly stepped forward and swallowed, "Director Kan, this... it will rain later. If you are wet in the rain, it will be bad. Otherwise, you and this young man will move into the house first, let's do it?"

This was the first time he saw Kou Qiu, and he had only heard of it from his companions before. Seeing that Kan Jun was going to go down to harvest crops for the sake of this child, he was a little polite and very literary.

The man's eyebrows still did not relax and had no intention of accepting them.

He rolled up a piece of his shirt sleeve, the exposed arms were clear, and the faint blue veins were raised, with a ripe smell that was not discounted. He looked at the gray boy on his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Go back."

Kou Qiu didn't leave, "I'm here. I want to work too."

The man pursed his thin lips and said, "Someone is there."

He glanced backwards, and the smart man immediately reacted and rushed forward to beat the drum.

"Yes, kid, you are young, just leave this kind of work to adults."

"You go back and rest first. There are so many of us, we will be collected soon!"

Kou Qiu remained unmoved and had a great determination.

Kan Jun rubbed his forehead and took a step back with him: "You are here to watch, don't go down to the ground."

The boy squatted on the stem, holding a blade of grass in his hand and fiddled it all over and over again. Hearing this, he nodded and barely agreed.

The remaining few people who followed Kan Jun got off the ground.

The villagers in the fields next to them felt a little reluctant to see the powerful official who started to do farm work. While busy with the work at hand, they couldn't help but look at it frequently. Cha's mother was forgotten, her face was green and red, and she felt that she was dull, so she could only lower her head and pick up the hoe again.

The clouds gathered even tighter, and the darkness was above their heads. The wind also became stronger, and the dragonflies flew around in the fields, which all heralded a big storm.

Kan Jun has never done any work. But his hands and feet were coordinated and his movements were quick. A subordinate gave him a demonstration and he could keep up with the pace as if he was decent. However, his shirt and trousers were a little eye-catching on the yellow land. The grass blades were thrusting into people. The subordinate advised him to go up twice and three times, but he just shook his head lightly.

No one advised him anymore.

When the first large raindrop fell, it happened to fall on Kou Qiu's arm.

He looked at the small pool of water stains on his forearm. He was about to get up to help, but the man suddenly turned his head and glanced at him.

The meaning is quite obvious.

Kou Qiu had to squat in the same place, staring at him, watching the few people speed up their busyness.

In a blink of an eye, several baskets were full and were lifted up heavily. The man was not as serious and mature as usual, and his leather shoes were covered with moist yellow mud. He stepped on the mud, his expression was very calm, and he was carrying the basket as if he was carrying some high-end items.

Everyone was running into the house in the rain, but Kan Jun was not panicked. He only took the big black umbrella from his subordinates and covered Kou Qiu's head first.

The raindrops splashed downwards, and he reached out and pulled Kou Qiu toward him.

"Walk?"

"Um."

The Fang family's land was not far from Fang Yang's residence. As soon as a few people entered the house, the thunder outside started to roar and the sky became dark. Kou Qiu groped and turned on the lights and let the group in, "Please sit down."

The subordinate looked at the furnishings here, and after a while someone fucked, "Where are you sitting?"

A moment later, Kou Qiu brought several plastic stools from the corner. The big man, who was about 1.8 meters tall, crouched on the children's plastic stool, as if he had been abused.

Kan Jun is looking at this room.

The house is a dirt house, with rough walls and unpainted, and dark, even if the curtains are all opened, there is no light coming in. Only one side is pasted with the certificates Fang Yang has won over the years, big or small, about half of the wall is pasted.

Someone couldn't help but say, "Little brother, you really look like someone else's certificate showroom!"

There are all kinds of awards, from composition competitions to three good students, everything is showing off.

This is a standard good student.

Kou Qiu smiled and went to pour water for them.

Grandpa Fang on the bed also woke up, and his throat made a sound of sensation. Only then did the few people notice that there was an old man in the dim place. Kan Jun stood up first and walked closer.

"This is your grandpa."

"Well," Kou Qiu took a cloth towel to wipe the old man's face. It was hot, so he had to wipe the old man's body twice a day to avoid bedsores. "Grandpa, this is Uncle Kan."

Grandpa Fang was not awake at this moment, and his turbid eyes were not looking at his grandson, and he was still staring at the window.

Kan Jun frowned.

"What disease?"

"The stroke," Kou Qiu said, "but my original health was not very good."

The people following behind were shocked. Seeing that the old man's clothes and bedding were clean, the eyes of Kou Qiu were also more admirable.

He is not old, has no money at home, and has a sick elderly man. It is not easy to be so patient and meticulous.

Hearing this, he is still sick for many years. It is said that there is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time. It is indeed amazing that this child can calm down.

Kan Jun pursed his lips and said nothing.

His eyes looked at the bed sheet that had been washed and faded, and then looked at the gray clothes on the boy in front of him, and suddenly turned his head.

I was a little bit wet just now, so logically, I should take a shower and change my clothes first. But now they are rushing over and don’t bring a single change of clothes, so I feel a little embarrassed, “Director Kan, do you see?”

Kan Jun has a straight figure and a faint expression.

"Summer, it's okay."

"That's not what you said!" The subordinate was anxious, "You are not fully recovered. You had a cold before, and you had a stomachache that lasted for several days, and you had a cold--"

Kou Qiu was stunned.

The man's expression also changed and he said, "Xiao Wang."

There was a warning in this, and the subordinate immediately stopped talking and did not dare to say it again. In the end, he still felt worried, "I'll go and lend you two clean clothes for you?"

They obviously couldn't wear Kou Qiu's clothes. They were hesitating, but suddenly they heard someone knocking on the door. When they opened the door, Cha Gong stood outside with an umbrella, smiling very well.

"Fang Yang," he said to Kou Qiu, "I see that several of your guests were wet in the rain just now. It just so happened that my father had newly bought clothes at home, and I had never worn them. Why don't you let the guests change the wet clothes first?"

The time was right and very considerate. The subordinate was happy and hurriedly said, "Thank you!"

At the same time, Kan Jun's voice also sounded: "No need."

Several people were stunned.

“……Judge Kan?”

"No need," Kan Jun repeated the two words again, took out a cigarette box from his pocket, clamped his fingers, and pulled out a cigarette with a cold expression, "I don't wear other people's clothes."

He didn't wear it, so naturally the others didn't dare to change it. He had to smile bitterly and shook his head at the young man standing at the door. Cha Gong's face turned pale, and then he hung up his smile as if nothing had happened, opened his mouth and called Fang Yang, "Come out, I have a few words to ask you."

Kou Qiu didn't have to think about it, and he knew what he was asking. Where did this man come from? What position? What did you come for? How did you meet him?

That's all.

He didn't have the intention to be a free Baidu, so he didn't think about it, so he immediately refused, "Don't go."

The smile on Cha Gong's face disappeared completely, and he couldn't get out of the Taiwan Strait. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fang Yang!"

Kan Jun took a sip of cigarettes and slowly vomited a gray smoke ring in the dark room.

He seemed to be in a good mood, sitting on a small plastic stool, knocking on the wooden table in front of him with his knuckles.

"He won't go," he raised his eyes and looked at Cha Gong, "Is there anything wrong?"

This was the first time Cha Gong received such treatment. He was the only son in the family and everything went as he could. He had never been angry. Listening to these words, it was like someone pouring his head in a basin of cold water, turning his head out. When he got home, he put the bags containing the clothes on the table, "I don't want it."

"Why don't you?" Cha's mother turned her head strangely, "Where are there any clothes that can be worn in their family!"

"How do I know why don't you?" Cha Gong's voice couldn't get better, "not only did he not, but he drove me away."

Cha’s mother asked: “Who Fang Yang said that person is there?”

Cha Gong was frowning and drooping, "I didn't ask."

"Why didn't you ask?" Cha's mother became even more anxious. "You can tell at a glance that those people are definitely officials. If you don't come up and show your face at this time, aren't you stupid - you kid!"

Her fingers poked her son's head, which was a bit of a pity that he was not strong enough.

Cha Gong pulled her hand down and said, "I asked Fang Yang to come out, but he refused."

The expression of the mother changed suddenly.

"He refused?"

Cha Gong sat on the chair with his head down, "Yes."

Cha's mother's mind immediately became restless.

She knew Fang Yang next door. She had been a neighbor for many years. The boy had no temper and was easy to control. In addition, there was no one at home and no background, so he was basically rubbed and flattened. It was also for this reason that he finally picked him.

But today the arrival of this group completely disrupted Cha’s mother’s perception and became a mess.

...What's going on?

Why did Fang Yang still know that kind of person? Why did he have the courage to not listen to her son?
To be continued...