handed over the wolfberry to his mother, and finally finished his work, Qian Hong walked into the living room, and got together with the little hairy heads who came to play with the red and white machine, and joked and joked, and showed them a hand by the way, telling them to continue to worship themselves.

The weather in late autumn is cold day by day, even if you sleep on the kang, you will freeze your nose in the morning, this is a feeling that is difficult for southerners to experience, the body is hot, the body is cold, even if you are a hero of the world, then you can't cover your nose to it, really cover it up and how to breathe!

When he came to the kitchen to wash his face, his mother who had gotten up earlier was digging out the stove, and then rubbing the soot out with a small shovel and padding it in the low-lying part of the yard.

The weather was colder than when it snowed, and not only people, but even Gerry, who was dressed in a natural fur coat, was cold, and when he saw his mother pouring out the ashes, he immediately rushed over, sniffed it briefly, and then turned 180 degrees, and sat down on the hot ashes.

My dog is smart!

Qian Hong, who inadvertently saw this scene, was still a little proud in his heart, but who knew that 5-6 seconds later, Gerry suddenly screamed, jumped up from the coal ash like an electric shock, and began to spin wildly in the yard, chasing his tail, and his mother and Qian Hong were dumbfounded.

"What's wrong with this dog?" the old mother frowned deeply, but Qian Hong suddenly thought of it, and as a result, he covered his stomach and laughed wildly: "Hahahahahaha......"

"Don't laugh, you know what's going on?"

"What's going on, there must be leaking coals in the ashes, Gerry is burning his ass!"

"This dead dog, scare me, hehehe......"

In a happy mood, Qian Hong went to school after breakfast, today is still the day when he and Liu Lao Pimple made an appointment to meet, Qian Hong has already thought about it, he plans to send the 100 fat chickens to the canteen of Donglin Rubber Factory through his father's relationship, even if it can't become a regular supplier of the canteen, at least it can become the sales department's own personnel welfare.

It is not difficult to consume these 200 chickens, and in addition to 100 catties of bud rice afterwards, you should be able to make a little money, so that the number on the passbook will increase again.

The morning class is over in the blink of an eye, Qian Hong is now the top student of the second class of the fifth year, not only can sing, get the appreciation of the principal, even the homework has become a double hundred, the head teacher Li's attitude towards him is also a significant change, as for the prestige among the classmates is a well-deserved first person.

"Qian Hong, let's go home together after school today, shall we?"

"Qian Hong, do you want to come to my house to do your homework together?"

"Qian Hong, teach me how to do the application problems in math class!"

Facing the enthusiastic classmates, Qian Hong shook his head and said with regret: "It's really not good today, I've already made up my mind, let's talk about it later!"

Quickly slipped out of the classroom, Qian Hong saw Ma Ji standing in the corridor, handed over his schoolbag to the other party, Qian Hong also reminded cautiously: "I remember that if someone asks, just say that I have been doing homework at your house, don't tell me about it." ”

"Don't worry, as long as your mother doesn't come to ask me, then she won't show her stuff. Ma Ji replied confidently.

"I'll rush back as soon as possible, let's go!" After saying that, Qian Hong mixed in the middle of the small hairy team going home and went straight to the dock of the boat station.

The commuter boat has not yet docked, Qian Hong, who was standing by the porthole, couldn't help but look up, it is now twelve o'fifteen, a little later than the agreed time, it stands to reason that Liu Lao Pimple should have come a long time ago, but the strange thing is that Qian Hong did not see him by the river, could it be delayed by something?

Disembarking with doubts, and waiting for the crowd by the sugar factory to disperse, a thin figure wearing a big cotton jacket appeared.

"Gu Rong, why are you here?Uncle Liu?" Qian Hong knew as soon as she saw Gu Rong's face that she must have been waiting for a while, but because she was too small and her body was covered by others, she was not seen by herself.

"Something happened to my uncle's house, and he can't come today. Gu Rong made a small face, and a word made Qian Hong jump.

"What's wrong?"

"Uncle's house is on fire!"

"What's the matter? No one is hurt, is he?"

"It's all right, but when the chickens were shedding their feathers, the sparks that boiled water flew out and ignited the bud poles that were resting in the kitchen, and the flames flew up to the room, and as a result, because of the north wind, half of the house was burned, and the chicken pen next to the house. ”

"Oh, what a whole drop!"

"Most of my uncle's chickens were burned to death, and he fell ill in a fit of rage, and I was afraid that you would come and wait, so, so I'll tell you. ”

It's over, in the face of this unpredictable natural and man-made disaster, even Qian Hong can't think of any way, let alone any bud rice and small money, I'm afraid that Liu Lao's pimple's family chicken farm will collapse, and maybe everyone won't even have a chance to meet again in the future.

Full of regret in his heart, Qian Hong couldn't help sighing, but when he noticed Gu Rong, whose face was red from the cold wind, he couldn't help but continue to ask: "Then where is your uncle now? What are you going to do in the future?"

"Uncle is lying there at my house, and he can't get up from the kang, and I don't know what to do in the future. Gu Rong replied very honestly.

"Then take me to your tunzi and meet your uncle, maybe I can persuade him a few words. ”

"I came here as Uncle Zhao's carriage, and I have to walk back when I go back. ”

"It's okay, I'll walk back with you. ”

"That's okay!" Gu Rong turned around directly after speaking, and Qian Hong quickly chased after him......

It's just that it didn't take long for Qian Hong to regret his trip, Gu Rong looked small, not very talkative, but quite tenacious, this walk was a full two hours, not even a second of rest halfway, stunned to take Ding Jun to a tunzi about ten kilometers away from the sugar factory, and saw a large mud-walled low house from a distance.

"My uncle's house is at the crossing, you can see it right away, after the fire last night, the men in the tunzi came to help, and finally even the fire truck from the sugar factory came, and there was water everywhere. As Gu Rong spoke, Qian Hong had already seen the gray-black house, and it was really half burned down, and even the beams collapsed, which was really miserable to look at.