Sun Hu lay in the dust, kowtowing vigorously and begging for mercy. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Golden boy, little grandfather, I'll give you all this money, you can spare me."

Sun Hu took out all the money in his pocket and held it in front of Huchenzi.

Hu Chenzi stretched out his hand and took back his twenty yuan, thought about it and took another five yuan: "These five yuan should be regarded as the salary I just taught you." You're not unconvinced, are you? ”

"Convincing, convincing."

"Okay, then you can go?"

"Hey." Sun Hu hurriedly grabbed his ass and ran away.

Behind him, there was the loud laughter of the villagers who rushed to the scene.

Hu Chenzi can be regarded as out of the limelight this time, and the streets are talking about his lesson to Sun Hu. Everyone rushed to see the golden boy and regarded him as a legendary hero.

Those who sold meat and vegetables all vied with each other to beckon Huchenzi to come to them to buy things. All of them are the best price and the best quality. Originally, Hu Chenzi planned to bargain and try to complete the things explained by the master within 20 yuan, and if there was a slight surplus, he could buy a popsicle for Wang Yazhi generously.

At that time, the dust was simple-minded, and there were not so many twists and turns. The reason why he took an extra five yuan from Sun Hu was also because he thought that most of his money was ill-gotten gains, and if he didn't take it for nothing, he could buy more things for Wang Yazhi.

Xun Chenzi didn't expect that after finishing all the things that the master explained, not only did the twenty yuan not run out, but there were still three yuan left. In this way, Hu Chenzi has eight yuan in his hand to dispose of. This made the dust very happy.

When Xiaohuzi and his father were at the flower collection station, they heard people talking exaggerated about the golden boy teaching the stinky hooligan Sun Hu. Those who have seen it with their own eyes say that the dust is amazing, and those who have not seen it sigh that they have no eyes.

When Little Tiger ran to the street to find Huchenzi, a large group of little children followed Huchenzi and pestered him to learn kung fu from him.

Xiaohuzi stopped the group of little children and said proudly: "The golden boy only teaches us the children of Tianchi Village, and you don't have any doors, so hurry up and go back to your own house and find your mother." ”

The children looked at Xiaohuzi enviously, only hating why they weren't born in Tianchi Village.

"However, don't be sad, I'm glad to know you today, and I invite you to eat popsicles." Hun Chenzi took out the money to buy a popsicle for each of the children who followed him.

"Come, line up, one for each person." Little Tiger told the kids to line up.

Huchenzi took a large handful of popsicles and handed them out to the children one by one. He enjoys this status and glory like a big brother in the rivers and lakes. Years later, Hun Chenzi will inadvertently think of the feeling of being high on the streets of Dalongchang, and a popsicle brings him a feeling of superiority. This feeling has become the goal that he has always been obsessed with and pursued.

Sending away the entangled children, Huchenzi pulled Xiaohuzi to the stall selling trinkets.

Plastic hairpins of various colors, red ribbons that can be knotted with bows, light and soft silk scarves...... Those colorful things can attract the eyes of many girls.

"Golden boy, these are all girls' things, why did you buy them?" Xiaohuzi looked at Huchenzi puzzled, what he preferred was the kind of toy gun, the small car that could run, and the little horn that could sound.

Hu Chenzi ignored him, and picked out a pink plastic hairpin, a pair of red ribbons, and a yellow silk scarf.

"Yo, Golden Boy, which girl do you fall in love with?" The stall owner who bought something asked Huchenzi with a smile.

"No, I bought it for my sister."

"Where did you come from, sister, isn't it you who followed your master?" Xiaohuzi said.

Hu Chenzi blushed and said, "My sister from my hometown." ”

When passing by Tianchi Village, Hu Chenzi held back the idea of going to Wang Yazhi. He didn't want Xiaohuzi to know that these things were given to Wang Yazhi.

In the afternoon, when Wang Yazhi drove the sheep to the top of the bunker mountain, Huchenzi quietly followed.

Since that encounter with the big white snake on the mountainside, the children of Tianchi Village have never dared to go to the top of the mountain to herd sheep except Wang Yazhi. They would rather drive their sheep farther to the Qingshui River.

"Yazhi, this thing is for you." Hu Chenzi shyly handed the wrapped things to Wang Yazhi.

"What's that?" Wang Yazhi took the small bag.

"You open it up and see for yourself if you like it or not."

"Wow, where did you get the money to buy these things?"

"Do you like the money I saved myself?"

"I like it, but I can't ask for it."

"So, you're still mad at me?" Hu Chenzi looked at Wang Yazhi's face and said.

"I'm not angry with you, that incident was your master's idea, and you don't want to hurt Brother Snake yourself."

"That's good." Hu Chenzi was happy, "Then you can take it, right?" ”

"I still can't ask for it, how much does it cost?"

"It's not expensive, and if you don't want it, it's useless for me to take it as a boy. Do you want me to bring a hairpin, tie a bow, and wear a silk scarf? ”

After Hu Chenzi finished speaking, he and Wang Yazhi both laughed.

"You take it with you."

"Hmm."

Wang Yazhi used the water surface in the Tianchi as a mirror, put a hairpin on her head, tied a bow on her horn braid, and wrapped a scarf around her neck.

"Beautiful, so good-looking, like a fairy." Dusty clapped his hands.

Wang Yazhi blushed and stood by the sparkling Tianchi, like a slim lotus.

Those simple gifts made this mountain village girl show that heartfelt and touching smile. Later, Huchenzi gave so many women and so many valuable gifts, but they would not show such a pure and natural smile like a mountain breeze.

That smile seduced the heart of the young man, and missed the heart and love of a lifetime.

Song Jingjiang took out the money he had hidden under the stone pier by the wall of his home. The money was saved by selling popsicles during Song Jingjiang's summer vacation.

He always waited until there was no one at home before quietly hiding under the stone pier.

Song Jingjiang's elder brother Song Qingjiang searched the house, but he couldn't find where Song Jingjiang hid the money.

Song Jingjiang's parents are honest farmers, but they didn't expect to give birth to such a thoughtful son. At a young age, he will do business to make money, and he will be careful in his calculations, and everything will be perfect. So much so that the old couple sometimes had to ask the young Song Jingjiang's opinion if they had anything.

The elder brother Song Qingjiang complained a little that his parents were always partial to and defended his younger brother, and always wanted to teach his younger brother behind his parents' back. But none of the three in his head can reach Song Jingjiang, and he is often instructed by Song Jingjiang to turn around, and he is still playing stupidly on the side.

Song Jingjiang gritted his teeth, counted out ten yuan, and put the rest back as it was.

Song Jingjiang told his parents that he wanted to go to his grandmother's house to play for a while, so he ran to Dalongchang.

It's almost over, and there aren't many people in the bazaar anymore.

Song Jingjiang spent five yuan to buy a braised duck at the braised vegetable stall, and bought a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes.

The braised duck that was so bright and golden made Song Jingjiang drool. After thinking about it, he opened the paper bag, took out the braised duck and licked it.

Oh my god, it smells. Song Jingjiang grew so big, it was the first time he ate braised duck during the Chinese New Year last year. It was my father who sold the pigs that he had raised for a year before he gritted his teeth and slaughtered half of the braised duck.

The delicacy of the half braised duck made Song Jingjiang taste it for a long time. Every time he passed by the pickled vegetable stall, he would stand for a while and smell the tempting fragrance.

Holding back the gluttony in his stomach, Song Jingjiang put the braised duck into a paper bag, lifted the wine, kicked the cigarette, and walked towards his grandmother's house.

He's going to apprentice.