The two pieces of silver in his hand are about equivalent to ten yuan in banknotes, all of which are bought with rice and sweet potatoes, and he drinks porridge every day, which can make him barely last for a stage, but he can't eat it every day!

Now this little model body not only needs exercise, but also nutrition!

However, in winter, the water is cold, and the fish are basically immobile, so it is difficult to bite and it is very difficult to fish.

And, where to find hooks, where to find bait?

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't make a move!

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice.

It's better to go to the old forest to set traps and catch rabbits.

When I got home, I took the money and went to the grocery store to get supplies.

Since Lai San's money was put into his house, every time he went out, he suspected that the door was not locked and the window was not closed, and he wanted to return to confirm.

Niang Xipi!

I'm sick!

He cursed in a low voice.

The proprietress of the grocery store is still enthusiastic about him, he is still the same old face, and does not show his thoughts, so that people can't suspect that he doesn't want to work hard.

He is also a very self-motivated man!

With a bag of rice on his shoulder and a sweet potato pocket in his hand, he was about to turn around and walk in the direction of his house, when he suddenly heard a burst of dog barking, which is the effect of many people gathering together.

He remembered Lai San, and remembered the sleigh that Lai San had said.

He still endured it and didn't turn back and went to the Tao family hotel on the opposite side.

The winter days were short, and before it got dark, he had eaten his meal and was sitting in front of the hole in the stove roasting sweet potatoes.

Save?

I really can't do it!

After eating one, you still want to eat the second, and after eating the second, it is not a big deal to eat the third!

The fire in the pot hole burned vigorously, the kang had never been cold, and the moisture of the quilt had been removed a lot.

Soak in hot water and put your feet on the kang, and you can sleep so well this night.

When I got up, I found that the sun was actually up, although it was not strong, but it made people happy to see it, and everything exuded a warm light.

There are also more people on the street, especially the old people who have been lying on the kang for a long time, they must come out to see the sun with their own eyes and absorb some vitality before they can continue to go back to the cat.

"Uncle Wu, what about Matthew's hooves?" Ji Mo greeted Wu Youde, the head of the Wu family.

"Don't come here, hurt you, stay away," Wu Youde waved his hand at Ji Mo, who came over, then patted the horse's legs, and said proudly, "This old hoof of our family only recognizes me." ”

"Hey, you're busy. Ji Mo ate and drank to his heart's content, and continued to repeat yesterday's work.

With experience, this time I was not so in a hurry, chopping wood and carrying water, all in one go.

The originally white and tender hands, after two days, were actually red and swollen, because of the itching, he couldn't help but scratch it.

The itch seemed to be in the bones, and it was useless to scratch it, and it was scratched in the end.

He only felt that there was a long way to go, and he still needed to find money, change into new clothes, change shoes, and strengthen warmth.

With his hands in his sleeves, he walked around the road with his neck down, slowly fitting what he saw with what he remembered.

Whether he knew it or didn't know it, he always had to smile and nod his head, which was considered a greeting.

Passers-by were surprised, this set of big torn jackets with exposed cotton wool, hunched over, shrunken chicken nest head, and squinted eyes when he laughed, isn't it stupid?

"I have to say hello to Ji Lin, I can't die at home one day, no one knows. An old man wearing a melon skin hat and holding a cigarette pouch said to the person next to him with a wrinkled face.

"Yes, such a good boy is so stupid?" an old lady chimed in.

"I still don't believe what the old Wu family said yesterday. ”

“......”

Probably found something to talk about, and the group of people became lively.

Ji Mo rolled his eyes in a choked manner, too lazy to explain.

In case someone comes to him for an experiment, put a piece in front of him and put ten pieces, and he will be rich!

When I passed by the ruined temple, I didn't see Lai San, only two older begging flowers sitting inside.

"Grandson, there's no place here, you go somewhere else. An old man yelled at him, "Look at what you see, be careful of beating you." ”

"Lao Tzu is not a flower child. After Ji Mo scolded back, he also turned around and left, he didn't see Lai San's quilt.

I regret saying it late, I knew that I should have asked for Lai San's new quilt before Lai San left, and my own quilt was too thin.

In which year Sugu Town Middle School was established, Ji Mo didn't know at all, but he remembered that it was built with donations from a boss who resold leather goods and timber in the early years, and it was a school integrating primary and junior high schools.

Whatever the purpose for which this boss was established in the first place, it did solve the problem of school-age children in the town, where most of the children were educated.

But since the boss returned to his hometown a few years ago, the school has gradually been unable to make ends meet, and the salaries of the teachers have been unable to be paid.

The people in the town pooled money together, but it was also limited, and in the end they found the richest few to help, but it was not a long-term solution, and people's money was not blown by the wind.

By the time Ji Mo graduated, there was only one math teacher left in the school, teaching Chinese part-time.

Now even the teacher's salary is not paid, but occasionally some parents of students will send some food.

Ji Mo pushed open the large wooden door of the school, and the snow-white snow covered the yard, and there was no trace of anyone walking.

Could it be that the last teacher is also gone?

The classroom was a long row of tiled houses, and he walked over one by one to stretch out his head to look, because it was a holiday, and there were no students, he was not suspicious.

Walking to the teachers' offices and living quarters, it was still empty.

He saw a notice written on yellow paper on the door of his office, soaked, with blurred handwriting, and some of the words were missing, but he still made it clear.

The school was closed.

Through the rotten frame window of the office, there was a mess inside, and this time it was confirmed, this school was yellow.

The few books left on the long cabinet, and some bits and pieces, made him happy.

He desperately needed some books and more knowledge about the world.

In his memory, from elementary school to junior high school, he never touched a book, and even the so-called textbooks were written on the blackboard by the teacher, and he copied them in the notebook.

Almost nothing is known about the world outside of this town.

Looking left and right, there was no one around, he pushed down the window, and actually pushed it open directly, opened his legs, put it on the windowsill, and got into it at once.

There are three books in total, probably glanced at it, one is a math textbook, he flipped through it at random, it didn't make much sense, although it was marked with middle school math, he estimated that it was not even the difficulty of the third grade of primary school in his previous life.

There are still some four operations, and the most difficult one is about trigonometry.

The other is a notebook, which contains beautiful notes, which is used by the teacher for filing.

The last one is a thin book called "The Shadow of History".

Before he had time to take a closer look, he stuffed them all into his padded jacket, put them close to his body, and picked up some scattered newspapers such as "Northridge Daily" and "Central Daily" and wrapped them tightly in his trouser legs.