In the early morning of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the snow was all over the ground. On the path outside Qingzhou City, www.biquge.info gradually approached a lonely figure, it was a young man, who picked up firewood, pinned a woodcutter to his waist, stepped on the snow, and walked towards Qingzhou City with a deep foot and a shallow foot. The load of firewood seemed to be very heavy, and the young man's waist was bent, and his face was dripping with sweat, mixed with the dust on his face, and his face could not be seen clearly. It must be a child of a poor family, and he still goes into the city to sell firewood in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and his life is bitter!

Of course, this teenager is dressed up. The New Year's Eve will go straight to Zhang's Mansion, and it will inevitably be extraneous and branching, and it will be said after the New Year. When I entered the city on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, I also wanted to buy some New Year goods for myself, wine and meat, firecrackers and fireworks, go back to build a bonfire, have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and entertain myself. There are stars in the sky, and old trees on the earth as companions. In his previous life, he was alone for the New Year many times, so it was no big deal.

Entering the city in such a big way is obviously inappropriate, and it will be unpleasant to be recognized by the people of Zhang's mansion, although the possibility is small, but he is cautious by nature, he still decided to cover it up. The mountains of dry firewood are just right to pretend to be selling firewood, and Zhang Qi is a little smug about his genius idea. Qi practitioners sell firewood! Fun, isn't it? I don't know who should be proud. On the road, the childlike heart rose, and the children's rhyme of the previous life was changed and hummed: Xiao Ma Xiaoer Langlang, take the burnt wood to the market, not afraid of the sun, not afraid of rain and snow, only afraid that the firewood can't be sold, no face, no money filial piety!

Zhang Zhi sang happily, but the people who hurried past him were sad and wept when they heard it. It's so pathetic! What a misfortune! From time to time, people stopped and gave alms some dry food and copper coins. There was a strong man who looked like a knight, who was galloping on his horse, and rushed past him, but at once he restrained his horse, turned around and threw him a piece of silver, and then galloped away without saying a word. An elaborate carriage stopped beside him, and a maid got out of the carriage and gave him a set of cotton clothes.

At this scene, Zhang was stunned at first, but then he was moved in his heart. There are still many good people in the world, and human nature is good, although it is as small as a candle flame, but it is passed down from generation to generation, and it is not extinguished, adding a touch of warmth to people in the difficult world. And the good deeds of these people left the seeds of compassion in Zhang Qi's heart, and in the years to come, he never formed a demon in his heart due to hatred, power, and killing, annihilated human nature, and indirectly saved countless people, which is really immeasurable.

When he was about to reach the city gate, Zhang Qi entered the lurking mode. That bit of firewood is really light as a feather to him, bending down to make others unable to see his face clearly, the sweat on his face is forced out, the dust is smeared by himself, in order not to be recognized, a little painstaking. The other firewood knives on the waist are a little embarrassed, in addition to cooperating with the identity, it is more for the sake of courage. Qi practitioners are in front of mortals, don't be brave with firewood knives, oh my God! He could figure it out, if the cultivation realm wanted to know about this, he would definitely attack it in groups, and he was speechless when he lost his face. But it really can't be blamed on Zhang Qi, no one told him, what is a qi practitioner, what is a cultivator, how bullish a monk should be, he always thinks that he is a teenager who has practiced a good martial arts, of course, now he is a, a small chai seller.

When he entered the city, Zhang Qi was a little nervous, and his waist was bent lower, because the two sergeants guarding the door recognized him. In fact, he is completely self-inflicted, it's been almost a year, and the young master of Zhang's Mansion has long faded out of people's memory, and besides, he was not famous in the city at all before, who remembers whom! And he used to be thin and weak, but now he is strong and straight, except for his vague face, as if he has changed person.

In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the two sergeants were absent-minded and ignored the young man who sold firewood. Zhang Qi came to the market with firewood, found a place to put it down, and then squatted quietly behind the firewood, and didn't shout, stupid, too into the role! I haven't seen anyone for nearly a year, Zhang Qi actually wants to feel the lively atmosphere and calm down, it doesn't matter if the firewood is sold or not.

People come and go, but no one asks him for firewood. Zhang Qi was a little disappointed, he couldn't do the first business, how to mix it in the future, how good is this firewood, why doesn't anyone ask? Or a kind old man reminded him that in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the firewood has long been prepared, who will buy it, it is better to pick it up and go around outside the door of the big family, and if you meet a kind person, you will accept it.

Oh! It turns out that the time is not right, and you should pay attention to doing business in the future. If you go to sell fans on a cold day, no matter how good the quality is, you can't sell them. In his previous life, he was rolling in the financial world, and now Zhang Qi's occupational illness is a criminal, and the qi practitioner is ready to change his career to business. But God would never agree, and a few more dry thunderbolts were struck. The old man looked up at the sky and muttered to himself: "It's the New Year, why do you always fight winter thunder, you have lived a lot of years, you haven't seen it yet, it's a little evil, who provoked God to give birth?" Don't make a mess! ”

The people who make God angry, ignorant and unconscious, carry firewood, and walk around the streets. Selling firewood was originally a pretense, and if it can't be sold, it's just for the bonfire tonight. Zhang took a look here, looked there, like a curious baby, the listed items had been bought, but it was still early, so he wandered around, and as for whether it would attract the attention of Zhang Fu, he forgot it when he was happy.

No, seeing that every household was busy pasting Spring Festival couplets and door gods, I didn't feel it, and I casually chanted: Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old charm. Caused the side eyes of pedestrians to be surprised, faintly regretful, a firewood selling boy, strong body, and talent, but the Yu Dynasty, the door valve is in charge, and it is difficult to produce a noble son from a cold door. Turning around, I unconsciously arrived in front of Zhang's house, and I woke up suddenly when I was not far from the archway.

Aunt Li stood under the archway at this time and looked around, although the Chinese New Year's Eve was very busy, everything that should be prepared was prepared, and she didn't need to do the rest herself. To have today's status, or to get the light of the young master, the eldest master personally talked to her, saying that she took care of the young master meritorious, and now the young master ran away in a bad mood, he felt guilty, and hoped that the news of the young master would be told to him immediately, of course, this matter could not be said. In fact, it is self that should be guilty, the young master's mother was so good to herself back then, but the young master ran away in a negative mood, and he didn't do enough. The eldest master is also a good person, there are so many children in the house, but he looks at the young master differently, although he usually does not show it.

Aunt Li is blaming herself and looking forward to it, hoping that a miracle will happen. Aunt Li firmly believes that miracles will happen, because every day she prays to heaven and earth and makes a wish, if the young master comes back for the New Year, she will offer a big pig's head to heaven and earth, which is a bloody and grand wish!

Maybe God really wants to eat pig's head, and a miracle happened! Just when Aunt Li was disappointed again and was about to go back, she saw a young man from a distance, carrying a load of firewood, swaying and walking slowly. Aunt Li sighed in her heart, the hard-working child, selling firewood in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, pick it up and collect it. But the young man seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then turned to leave, how could the back be a little familiar, and he couldn't help shouting in a loud voice: "Sell Chai Lang, wait a minute!" ”

The young man stopped helplessly, Aunt Li ran over, the young man put down the firewood and turned around, showing a bright smile: "Aunt Li, long time no see." Then he playfully stretched out his hand and said, "Wishing you prosperity, bring the red envelope." Aunt Li stopped and burst into tears.