The forty-eighth (above) old pawn, postman, earth dog, long hair, silent and speechless, the son inherits his father's business

The house of the village chief of Udon Guzhai is still a short distance away from the cowshed, but with Shi Nianyuan's ears now, he can clearly hear the sound of conversation coming from the hall.

I just heard the old cow mooing in the cowshed, worried that there was a cattle thief and came to the door to howl The old village chief walked back to the hall seat, looked at the middle-aged man beside him, saw that he was cramped and uneasy, and sighed and said: "I said Lao Zhang, the relationship between Lao Tzu and the cub is like you, and it is rare for me to live this age." ”

Lao Zhang listened to the sound of getting closer and closer outside, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Don't be bad, I've been running around several neighboring villages all year round, I'm sorry he is sorry for his mother too much." So......" Lao Zhang scratched his head very embarrassed, and lifted the basket of eggs on the ground and handed it to the old village chief, which was extremely jerky: "Village chief, I have never begged anyone...... Before I came to you, my grandmother told me to bring these eggs that had been stored for a long time anyway...... Trouble the village chief...... I ......"

In a remote village like Udon Ancient Village, the government can't control much at all, and the head of a village is a respected old man elected by the villagers, the old village chief looked at Lao Zhang's trembling hand, and said with a smile: "If you can't do it, don't do it, we have only about a dozen families in Udon Village, and I don't know which one is the person?"

Lao Zhang tried hard to recall the lines that he had memorized many times according to his grandmother's request when he was in the house, but he couldn't say a word.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Ga and the others had already come to the door, and when they saw that the man was actually at the village chief's house, the smile on Zhang Ga's face disappeared without a trace, and his eyes revealed disgust, irritability, and coldness.

Shi Nianyuan glanced at Zhang Ga, and then glanced at Liu Fengxue, he couldn't believe that such a complicated expression would appear on the face of a child who was estimated to be less than ten years old.

Before Lao Zhang could speak, Zhang Ga had already set his eyes on the basket of eggs that Lao Zhang handed him halfway.

People in the village have such skills, and those livestock and farm tools that are generally useless in the eyes of outsiders can be recognized at a glance as their own or other people's.

Zhang Ga's face turned red, and he pointed at Lao Zhang and shouted: "Why do you want to bring my mother's eggs here to give them away?" Where is there any concept in the child's heart, but he feels sorry for the basket that was picked up by his mother from the chicken pen one by one day and stored in the bamboo basket at the foot of the bed, and he was never willing to eat it, and he didn't let himself eat it, so he scratched his head very puzzled: "There are two old ones in the village chief's family."

Hen, we only have one in our family, why should we give it to him!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Ga's words paused, stunned, thinking of the old village chief who was as kind as his old cattle, thinking of every moonlit night when the children of the whole village listened to stories under his old willow tree, and remembering that when it rained heavily, the old village chief stopped the villagers from competing for the field water, and shouted that he was willing to bear the consequences while facing the ugly curses of the villagers who were angry for a while, but he must obey the distribution......

Zhang Ga began to be at a loss, thinking that it was not impossible for such a good village chief to send some eggs, but ......

Zhang Ga looked at the basket of chickens with a distressed face, and said aggrievedly: "This ...... That...... Send so many at once, the village chief's family can't finish eating......" After that, he looked at the culprit with a resentful expression that seemed to have a monstrous grudge, and the old village chief didn't interject several times, and finally moved the bench and sat down between the father and son who had a tense relationship, blocking Zhang Ga's rebellious sight.

Udon Village is so big, anyone's family affairs can become village affairs, Lao Zhang and his family Gazi are not in harmony, and it has been known for many years, and I want to talk to the milky little hairy child to explain the reason...... The old village chief felt that even if he lived past the age of the sixtieth birthday, he didn't have the ability. I happened to see two richly dressed strangers mixed in with a crowd of children, just as the so-called friends came from afar, and it was not easy to say. Affectionate, reasonable, public and private, the old village chief felt that he couldn't leave these two distinguished guests dry.

The old village chief had left his hometown when he was young, and he had seen the world, and he could see at a glance that although the clothes on the young girl's body were simple in style, the material was extremely high-quality, and it was thought that it was a long journey on the mountain road, and the trousers were stained with a lot of mud. The old village chief felt that this young man and girl should belong to the category of rich people who returned to the basics, and it was not that ordinary petty bourgeoisie gritted his teeth and could not afford such clothes, but that most of those people regarded the skin as more valuable than the lives of the poor, and they were not willing to let their clothes be stained with dust and dust, and even the slightest wrinkle had to be carefully smoothed, not to mention that they didn't care about wearing such clothes to drill the mountain.

Many old and official people have a common characteristic - because of their age, they no longer want to rise to the top, they can't say that they look down, but they also see the ups and downs of the Huan Sea, and when they see rich or powerful people, they will not be like young people, rushing for the future, groveling.

The old village chief stood up, his attitude was modest but not humble, his tone was kind but not flattering, and he didn't know if it was too thin, there were not many wrinkles on his face, and he couldn't even laugh a few: "Two guests, please come in and sit." ”

Liu Fengxue looked like a little daughter-in-law, subconsciously looked at Shi Nianyuan, saw Shi Nianyuan smiling and nodding, stepped into the threshold, grabbed Shi Nianyuan's arm and stepped into the hall together.

Simplicity and kindness

Liang Lao Zhang hurriedly brought a stool from the side for the guests to sit down.

There are no chairs in the hall, they are all wooden benches more than a foot high, the old village chief quietly observed the behavior of the young man and girl, his demeanor and demeanor, and saw that he sat on the wooden bench one after the other, and did not show any arrogant and disgusted looks, and then looked at the two of them in his heart: "Two guests, I am Cen Ying, the head of Udon Village, my Udon Village is remote and secluded, except for the occasional fish merchant who comes, there will be no outsiders on weekdays." Looking at the demeanor and bearing of the two of them, they must have been born into a rich and noble family, I don't know what to do when they come to my udon village?"

Shi Nianyuan hugged his fists and said with a smile: "Village Chief Cen, the two of us are going to Cangyun, and we happen to be passing through here. Of course, as long as you can ask for a firewood to shelter from the wind and rain. ”

Seeing that the oil lamp on the small table next to him was slightly dim, Cen Ying wanted to get up to pick up the wick, but seeing this, Lao Zhang hurriedly stretched out and pressed Cen Ying down, which meant: "I'll come." ”

However, when Lao Zhang enthusiastically got up, Liu Fengxue, who happened to be sitting at the small table, had already picked up the wood next to the lamp, and skillfully picked up the wick, and the small flames suddenly rose and grew.

Shi Nianyuan has always been delicate and observant. Seeing Cen Ying's fleeting distress, he looked at the little lamp oil left in the oil bowl, and said softly: "Xue'er, don't pick so high." ”

Although the wind and snow did not know the reason, he still obediently flicked the wick down again, and the flames that had been rising were lowered again, and the hall that was originally slightly brighter was dimmed again.

Cen Ying looked deeply at the young man who was light and breezy, and this time he really had kindness in his heart, looked at the children around the threshold, waved his hand and said, "The adults are going to talk about business, how late is this-" Cen Ying looked at the bamboo basket that pointed to the first Zhang Ga: "The fish are going to die of drought, why don't you go home quickly and save them, otherwise you will eat dead fish tomorrow!"

A group of children immediately fried the pot after hearing it, remembering the horror of their parents' sticks, after a buzzing discussion and finalizing the meeting time tomorrow, the birds and beasts scattered, and when Zhang Ga turned around, Cen Ying stopped Zhang Ga and handed over the bamboo basket eggs: "Take it back, you also said, I have two old hens at home, and I can't eat my own eggs." ”

"Really?" Although the words asked, Zhang Ga had already hurriedly taken the bamboo basket, glared at Lao Zhang fiercely, did not speak to him, said goodbye to Cen Ying, turned his head and walked to Yingzi, who was waiting for him, and left together.

Cen Ying turned around and smiled at Shi Nianyuan: "Dare to ask your husband and wife's surname?"

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