When Xiao Qing and Xiao Kun left Fangjia Town, the sun had already come out.

Xiao Kun doesn't have as many worries as Xiao Qing, but he is full of expectations for his future life. I feel that I can earn money with my own labor, and I am already an adult. Perhaps the young heart is always longing for a new life, always hoping for a new change.

When Sanmudun's car left Fangjia Town, Xiao Kun even had some birds rushing out of the cage and flying towards the vast world.

The van of Sanmudun drove Xiao Kun and Xiao Qing all the way, and at noon, a few middle-aged men were pulled up in several mountain villages along the way.

These middle-aged men are all old bachelors in the village, and they have no skills, and no one wants them to go out to work, so they can only go to the brick factory to work as coolies.

Along the way, everyone didn't talk much.

Xiaoqing had something on her heart, and she was silent all the way. Xiao Kun had nothing to say to a few middle-aged men. Those people probably hadn't been out much, and their expressions were a little wooden. Sanmudun is also a man with a gloomy expression, which makes people a little afraid to look at him.

The atmosphere in the car was so dreary and depressing. Sanmudun occasionally looked back at a few people in the car, his eyes were cold and silent, but when he turned his head, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a subtle smile.

Xiao Qing, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, was a little keenly aware of Sanmudun's strange expression, and her heart was a little drumming, and she felt a trace of ominousness inexplicably. Especially when the serpent-like gaze of Sanmudun occasionally swept over Xiaoqing's body, and when it stayed on her developing chest, Xiaoqing felt a chill all over her body.

Xiaoqing hugged the backpack tightly to her chest and glared viciously at Sanmudun in return. The corners of Sanmutun's mouth twitched, and he withdrew his gaze, but after a while he looked again.

Xiaoqing kept holding the backpack to his chest, no longer looking at Sanmudun, and turned his head to look out of the car window.

The wind blowing in from the window was a little violent as the car started, and Xiaoqing's hair was blown up. The backpack that clings tightly to her chest makes Xiaoqing feel stuffy. In such a big summer, Xiaoqing was already sweating like rain after a while. But she couldn't move the backpack away, as if she could find a little pitiful security by holding the backpack.

Mimutun's van kept driving on the road like this. The higher you go, the more dangerous it becomes.

At noon, little Tintin cooked for the first time.

Wang Silin lit a fire under the stove and instructed Xiao Ding Ding to stir-fry.

Years of rheumatism have made his joints stiff and his mobility impossible, making him feel like a living dead man who should have been buried in the ground a long time ago.

It was Xiaoqing's words that made Wang Silin feel that there was still a glimmer of hope for life. Xiaoqing said, grandpa, you live well, and when Dad comes back, our family will still be reunited.

Little Ding Ding was not very tall, so he moved a small bench and set it up in front of the stove.

Today, Little Tintin is ready to make braised eggplant.

Freshly picked eggplants are washed and cut into small pieces. Diced green peppers for topping.

Little Tintin was holding a kitchen knife, somewhat awkwardly slicing eggplant and peppers. When it was first cooked, Little Ding Ding cut the eggplant peppers into different sizes. A few times I almost cut my finger. Her little brain was covered in sweat due to nervousness.

"Slow down, little Dingding, don't be in a hurry, cut it a few more times and it'll be cut." Wang Silin looked at Xiao Ding Ding a little distressed, this is just a little older child, and he is going to cook by himself. Hey, where did Haiqing, the damn turtle son, go?

Put rapeseed oil, heat it, stir-fry the bean paste, stir-fry the diced chili peppers, put the eggplant, add water, add salt...... Under the guidance of Wang Silin, Xiao Ding Ding completed the first stir-fry in a somewhat busy manner.

The meal was served. Little Ding Ding picked up the chopsticks and tasted the dish he made for the first time. It's ok, the taste is not particularly unpalatable. Little Tintin affirmed himself in his heart.

"Yes, little Dingding, being able to cook by himself is really grown." Wang Silin gave a thumbs up to Little Dingding.

"Hehe, grandpa, isn't this the worst dish you've ever eaten?"

"Everything is difficult at the beginning, and in the future, Xiao Ding Ding can be a chef."

"Then I'll be a chef and I'll cook food for my grandfather every day."

"Well, I'm afraid that grandpa won't live one day and won't be able to enjoy that blessing."

"No, I've worked hard to grow up, and I'll grow up soon."

"Okay, you work hard, grandpa is waiting to enjoy the blessings."

Sammudun's car kept driving on the road. Except for stopping to eat and go to the toilet, there is almost no stopping.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, the car stopped in a mountain depression.

It is a deserted mountain valley with no people around, except for a large machine brick factory on the flat land at the foot of the mountain.

A potholed gravel road connects to the main road outside the mountain.

In the night, the tall smoke of the brickyard was thick with smoke, like a huge monster. A large patch of neatly stacked bricks, like a line of soldiers.

Hearing someone coming, there was a vicious barking of wolfdogs from the brick factory.

"Who? It's so late. "Someone shouted at the gate, and the voice was thick and hard.

"I, Lao Qi, I'm Sanmudun, and I'm here to bring you workers." Mimudun shouted inside.

"Wait a minute." The people inside shouted to drive away the wolfdogs. Then I heard the clanging of the big iron door. A tall man came out of it with a bright flashlight.

"Old Seven, look at the workers I brought over." Sanmudun smiled and walked towards the man named Lao Qi.

Lao Qi looked at the people brought by Sanmudun one by one with a flashlight, like an experienced old farmer looking at the purchased livestock.

The bright flashlight light made everyone unable to open their eyes.

"Why is there such a small female doll?" Lao Qi stopped when he saw Xiaoqing and stood beside Xiaoqing. There was a suspicion in his tone, and there was a fierce light in his eyes, "Don't want such a small female doll here." ”

"Uncle, I'm not young, I'm going to turn sixteen this year. I'm very capable, no worse than the boys. Xiaoqing was afraid that people wouldn't want her, so she hurriedly said.

"We're here together, and if you don't want her, I won't do it." Xiao Kun stood beside Xiao Qing.

Lao Qi shook Xiao Kun with a flashlight and said, "If you don't do it, you can leave, we don't want disobedient people here." ”

Lao Qi's tone was obviously unhappy: "Sanmudun, you don't know who Lao Tzu wants here, why did you bring me two dolls?" ”

"Old Seven, don't be angry. Don't take these two dolls to heart, they won't be able to make any trouble with you. Sanmudun hurriedly accompanied the smiling face, "Besides, now people like to go to construction sites or factories, and the people you want here are generally not willing to come, so don't pick and choose." ”

"This girl was brought here by the fat brother who said that there was a lack of one to help cook."

"Yes, uncle, I have been doing housework by myself since I was very young, and I can cook rice and stir-fry vegetables. I can also help pull the bricks, and I can even do the work of going to the kiln. Xiaoqing also pointed to the person who worked here to earn living expenses, hoping that his words could impress this man named Lao Qi.

"Alright, come in. You go to the workers' quarters and make the floor first, and tomorrow I will make you more beds. Let's go live in the warehouse behind the kitchen. ”

Lao Qi took everyone into the brick factory.