After dinner, Liu Shuangli pulled Qin Siyang to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and Chen Qiqing went out alone. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because there was only a glass of water, Liu Shuangli and the two of them carefully used this water to clean the dishes and chopsticks. After washing the dishes and chopsticks, the two children cleaned up the kitchen again.

After the two children cleaned up everything, Chen Qiqing had not come back yet.

Liu Shuangli wanted to take advantage of the old man's absence to clean up the two empty wings. But no sooner had she managed to open the chamber, and when she had reached out and looked in, than had her feet crossed the threshold, a thick puff of dust and an indescribable smell of rancid acid came over her face, and she choked on her hastened to leave the room.

Then she hurriedly opened all the doors and windows of the two wings, and waited until the air in the room was changed, and the smell of the air inside was not so choking, and then she carefully stepped into the room to take a closer look.

After looking at the two side rooms before and after, Liu Shuangli couldn't help but shake his head.

I saw that the two wings were full of cobwebs, and I wiped the ground lightly with my hands, and the dust accumulated enough to be half a small index finger thick, and I didn't know that no one had stepped into these two wings for several years.

How easy is it to clean it up!?

Liu Shuangli sighed heavily, thinking that he could only wait for Chen Qiqing to let people carry water back, and then talk about cleaning up the house.

But Chen Qiqing's movements were really slow, seeing that the sky was completely dark, and he hadn't seen the old man come back yet.

Liu Shuangli found a few small candles from under the table in the main room, and a carved ceramic oil lamp with only a small half of oil left.

The candle was left unused for the time being, and Liu Shuangli lit the half of the ceramic oil lamp and put it on the main roof.

The moonlight tonight is very clear, and the white clouds are very light, like a juggling white silk thread drifting across the half-curved bright moon.

When the old man Chen Qiqing finally returned, the bright moon had risen in the sky.

I saw the old man push open the courtyard door and walk in, and behind him was a young man.

The young man was about thirty years old, with a simple face, carrying a flat pole on his shoulders and two buckets full of water.

Entering the courtyard, Chen Qiqing asked the young man to put a bucket of water in front of the house, and another bucket of water into the kitchen.

After doing all this, Chen Qiqing introduced the young man to the two children.

"He is Zhang Dasheng, a clay man on the West Street. Chen Qiqing said.

"Okay!" Liu Shuangli smiled and said to the young man: "Mr. Chen said that Brother Zhang's clay figurine is very beautiful, can Brother Zhang teach me?"

"Brother Liu, don't talk about this. Brother Zhang smiled bitterly, "It's hard for everyone to make ends meet now, who would like this stuff that can't be eaten." ”

"But I like it. Liu Shuangli said with big eyes.

Zhang Dasheng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Brother Liu is still ...... young"

When Liu Shuangli heard this, he immediately convinced his mouth.

Zhang Dasheng looked at her child's appearance and shook his head speechlessly.

Because he still had a lot of things to sort out there, Zhang Dasheng only stayed at Chen Qiqing's old man's house for a while before leaving and going back.

That is, with the water, the matter of tidying up the side room must be started.

Liu Shuangli asked Qin Siyang to help sprinkle the water, while she took the broom and rag herself and began to work hard to clean the two wings.

Finally, the two wings were cleaned, and the moon had risen to mid-heaven, and the night was already deep. Liu Shuangli and Qin Siyang chose the wing room on the left, and left the wing room on the right for Zhang Dasheng's family.

The old man Chen Qiqing had already been in the utility room, turned out the quilt and mosquito net that had been pressed at the bottom of the big box for an unknown time, and sent them to the two children.

The quilt and mosquito net were sealed in the box, so they didn't get any dust. It's just a moldy smell that has accumulated for many years, and it smells bad. It should have been dried in the sun before it could be used, but Liu Shuangli, who had not slept under the quilt for a long time, didn't want to worry about it.

It was cold at night, and the cold wooden board was easy to catch cold, Liu Shuangli spread a few clean clothes on the quilt, and the two children slept on the clothes, without direct contact with the quilt that still accumulated mold, and covered it all night.

The next day, during the day, the quilt and mosquito net were taken to the courtyard to be washed and dried.

For the next two days, Liu Shuangli got up early every day to prepare breakfast.

Zhang Dasheng's family also moved over on the third day that Liu Shuangli and the two moved into Mr. Chen's house.

I heard that on the day they moved over, Song Ye took someone to collect his house.

Zhang Dasheng's family is not much, there are only three people in total, and he and his wife have a three-year-old child.

After the Zhang family moved in, the matter of preparing breakfast became the lady of the Zhang family. Liu Shuangli wanted to help, but let the lady of the Zhang family persuade him with a smile. Liu Shuangli saw this, and he didn't want to say that he was a girl, so he couldn't insist, so he could only occasionally find an opportunity to help the Zhang family's lady a little bit.

Liu Shuangli would go to the east gate of the city with Chen Qiqing every day to set up a stall and write. Since moving to Mr. Chen's house, Zhang Dasheng has also changed from Chengdong Street to the city gate to set up a stall.

Zhang Dasheng still sells his clay figurines and his daughter-in-law's embroidered sewing kits, but since he changed to set up a stall at the city gate, he has also taken on the role of delivering letters to people outside the city.

And whenever Zhang Shengsheng went to deliver letters to others, Liu Shuangli would help him take care of the stall's business.

Among the people under the edge of a house, except for the three-year-old Zhang Jiawa'er, who is not sensible and impossible to do things, Qin Siyang is the only one, and it seems that he can't do anything.

Speaking of Qin Siyang, the lady of the Zhang family originally wanted him to be at home and taken care of by her. But Liu Shuangli was afraid that Qin Siyang would accidentally expose his identity, so he insisted on taking Qin Siyang out every day on the grounds that he was reluctant to let his sister leave his side. Even if the wind is cold and the day is cold, it is correct.

And Qin Siyang was willing to follow, Liu Shuangli promised to take care of it, and Mr. Chen didn't mind following this child who never spoke, although the lady of the Zhang family felt strange in her heart, she didn't want to say more.

Every day, accompanying the old man Chen Qiqing out of the stall, Liu Shuangli either greets the guests hard, or helps the old man do things or is busy taking care of Zhang Dasheng's business. Qin Siyang had nothing to do, so he could only sit in a daze, and only when he needed to write, did he ask him to help polish the ink.

Liu Shuangli saw that Qin Siyang was bored every day, and said that he was taking care of him, but in fact he didn't see it at all, so he could only smile at him from time to time, and when there was no one at night, he would secretly talk to him more to comfort him.

Chen Qiqing saw this situation in his eyes and wrote it down in his heart, and later he didn't know where he found some books, so Qin Siyang began to bring books to accompany the stall every day.

The books that the old man Chen Qiqing found were all old books, many of which had been yellowed and scattered, and the types of books were also different, including the imperial examination books of Confucius and Mencius, the books of arithmetic Buddhism and Taoism, and the books of geographical chronicles and dialects.

Qin Siyang had already read the books of Confucius and Mencius, and he didn't want to read more; he was not very interested in the books of arithmetic Buddhism and Taoism, so he just had to read and understand them. There were only books on geography, which he had never read before, but when he suddenly saw such a book, he was immediately interested.

What's more, Liu Shuangli said that he wanted to see all the scenery in the world, and many of the things said in this geography book are related to the things I heard Liu Shuangli talk about before. Let him read it with a handful of books.

In this way, at the east gate of this small Peizhou City, a unique scenery has been formed.

I saw that every day, on the side of the east gate of the city, there was an old, a middle school and a small one, and they came early to set up two stalls. The two stalls stand side by side in the same stall, the old man in front of the stall is kind and kind-eyed, the middle-aged man is honest and honest, and the boy is always smiling. And the most peculiar thing in the scenery is the bright colors that follow behind this old one middle and one small. The little girl who was dressed in a beautiful floral shirt and had a red face and a very cute face.

This little girl wears a beautiful flower dress like a lady every day, and comes to the stall with her, but she never comes forward to help take care of the business. Every day at the stall, I sit alone in the back, holding a thick book, reading carefully, even if the stall is noisy and noisy, I never look up at it again.

"Mr. Chen, is this your family's granddaughter, why have I never seen or seen you say it?"

"Hey, where did this girl come from, so well-behaved and sensible?"

"Wow, this little girl can still read such a thick book?"

"Oh, look, it's so much cuter than my silly girl. ”

"Everyone's daughters are different, they don't have to learn needlework, they don't have to work, they can read and read, it's really different. ”

All kinds of exclamations, different hearts.