- After leaving a copper coin at the wonton house, the unkempt woodcutter who walks away quickly only detours one street to a sparsely populated corner of the street. He held his breath and observed the surroundings for a moment, then stepped on the stone against the wall, and disappeared into the wall in an instant.

Landing in the backyard of a private house, the unkempt woodcutter quickly glanced at the four corners of the courtyard, once again made sure that no one was there, turned his eyes, saw the location of the kitchen, and then strode away.

By the time he crossed the threshold of the kitchen, his left hand had removed the weed-like hair from his head, and with his right hand he had rested the wood knife he was carrying on the stove, and then he had hooked his index finger and slashed it to his waist, and the corset was loosened by the force, and the tattered sackcloth had faded from the front placket and slid into his right hand.

After taking off the sackcloth, the gray cloth shirt with narrow sleeves and short placket was revealed, cut and cut close-to-the-body, faintly revealing his slender and well-proportioned body. His back was straight, his arms were long and his shoulders were broad, which did not resemble the physique of a man who had been overworked all year round.

And while his right hand wrapped his hair in sackcloth, his left hand quickly picked up the wood knife resting on the stove, and struck the fire sickle that the family used to hang on the wall not far from the stove several times with great speed, and sparks flew everywhere.

The crumpled sacked sackcloth in his hand touched the spark, and soon a thin wisp of smoke rose, and the woodcutter, who was no longer unkempt, stuffed the tattered and withered hair into the stove, and then he took out a small paper bag from the narrow sleeve, poured out a black ball the size of a soybean, crushed it between his index finger and thumb, and sprinkled it into the stove.

The stove suddenly brightened, and a few sparks that were originally just smoking, spit out tongues of fire in the blink of an eye, engulfing the tattered sackcloth.

Scooped a scoop of water from the kitchen water tank, and cleaned the teeth that had not been washed for several days with the salt from the stove of this household. When the grime on the young face was washed away, the woodcutter coiled a black hair tightly above his head. Dip your fingers in water as a comb, thin them a few times, and then pull out a purple ribbon with white plum blossoms embroidered on the inside of the placket. Loosely tie your long, slightly damp hair into the back of your head.

Walking out of the kitchen of this family, it is difficult to find traces of firewood gatherers in the mountains on the young people who are already new. It was early afternoon. The clothes hanging in the backyard of the house were dry, but the young man only glanced at the rope and made up his mind, but instead of taking the clothes on the rope, he went straight to the head of the house.

The wrist is tightened, the thumb is fastened, and the iron lock hanging from the door is like a bean fried in a hot oil pan. The door to the main house opened. The young man went straight in, then turned and walked into the bedroom next to the main hall, and opened the closet that stood next to the wall. His gaze swept over, and he didn't take the hanging brocade robe. Instead, his eyes drooped slightly, falling on a neatly folded heavy purple silk shirt in the corner of the cabinet.

Putting on the purple one, the young man instantly had a kind of businessman's temperament, and soon his eyes fell on the corner of the wardrobe, but he took a fancy to the size of the pair of mille-feuille bottom cloth shoes. It seems to be the same size as the man's clothes, and the shoes fit well.

He bent down to get the shoes, but unexpectedly pulled out a handful of loose silver from the shoes, and the young man was slightly stunned at first, and then his habitually tight lips hooked upward. He poured out the broken silver and put it back in the corner where the shoes were kept, put on the cloth shoes, closed the closet, and took the tattered cloth shoes he had been wearing, and went out of the house and led the door.

As he closed the door, the young man threw the iron lock, which had just been torn open by himself with two fingers, into the corner of the yard, and a cluster of blooming wildflowers shook gently, submerging the slightly rusty lock.

Returning to the kitchen, and disposing of the tattered cloth shoes in the same order as the tattered sackcloth, the young man picked up the wood knife resting on the edge of the stove again, and stabbed it into the hearth, and made sure that the ashes, which were slightly different in color from the wood ash, had been burned out, and then he stood up straight, took two steps, and stood the wood knife next to a wood-splitting axe in the corner.

Out of the kitchen, the young man looked around the courtyard again, and suddenly a thought occurred to him, and he walked past the clothesline, and pulled a plain shirt hanging from the rope a little crookedly. When he had done this, he sighed softly with satisfaction, and finally kicked the stone up the wall again, and walked away in the direction he had come.

About half an hour after the young man left, the courtyard door of the house opened from the outside in, and a middle-aged couple walked in, but it was the main owner of the house who came back from outside.

The middle-aged man walked behind the middle-aged woman, his eyes were glazed, and his face was drunk, as if he had gone to a family or friend's house at noon to be a guest, and he had eaten too much wine during the banquet. In contrast, the middle-aged woman looks shrewd and has a calmer complexion.

However, when the woman swept to the door of the main house, she was immediately at peace.

When we left before noon, didn't my wife tell you to lock the door?

The woman's voice was slightly louder, and the half-drunk and half-awake middle-aged man stiffened his neck when he was drunk. He finally opened his squinted eyes wider, and glanced at the padlock on the door.

After making sure that the door was not locked, the man felt a little weak in his heart, but he was afraid that his wife Hedong lion roared, and he was afraid of the strength of the wine, and he was a little unwilling to be pressed by his wife all the time, so he said in a somewhat obscure voice: It's not that you keep urging when you leave, and the husband's family may have forgotten...... But I remember that I locked the door, otherwise how could the key be in my hand?

Our locks can be locked without a key, and the key must be used when the lock is opened! As she spoke, she seemed to be about to snap her husband's fingers, but as soon as one hand was halfway raised, she sighed and put it down. Glancing at her husband's drunken and red face, she only thought in her heart that she couldn't listen to anything she said to him at this time.

The woman's annoyance had just been suppressed by herself, and the corner of her eyes swept over the plain shirt hanging on the clothesline in the yard, and noticed that the crooked placket that had been washed was somehow dirty, and the fire in her heart suddenly rubbed again, and scolded: Whose domestic cat is this restless?!

Looking at the direction his wife was walking, the man didn't need to open his eyes to see the clothes clearly, he already knew in his heart what she was complaining about, maybe it was because he drank wine and became angry, so he casually threw a sentence: If it is dirty, wash it again, why do you have to make noise about everything? Are you going to catch that cat and fight with it again?

This simply adds fuel to the fire.

The woman turned around and said: You don't need to wash these clothes, and you don't feel tired standing and talking, right?

The male owner finally realized the severity of the problem, and if he continued like this, it was estimated that he would not be able to escape a dispute today, so he quickly shut up and said no more.

Although he has now saved up a shop and has a worry-free life, the capital of his business is all dependent on the dowry brought by his wife when she got married. The wife was born in a wealthy family, and since she was a child, she learned from her parents and learned well, and now this small family that is gradually getting richer, in fact, the main living silver is in the hands of her wife. Although his mind is a little dizzy at the moment, as long as his wife's voice is in his ears, he can't ignore the reality of this wife's respect for her husband.

Closing his mouth, the corners of his mouth were a little displeased, and the man walked towards the main house with his hands tied. A few days ago, I met a childhood friend in Beijing, and I was invited to be a guest today, and I talked about my childhood in this small seaside city called Huyang, and then experienced the turmoil in Kyoto and lost contact.

However, as soon as the man pushed open the door of the main house, he stepped in halfway with his front foot, and his wife exclaimed from behind him, which startled him again.

In charge, has our family been robbed?

After a little calm, the man didn't even want to look back, and said a little impatiently: Don't be surprised, have you seen that family was robbed, can the door be so neat?

However, as soon as he finished saying this, he suddenly remembered something, and the strength of the wine in his brain suddenly cleared up again, and his legs and feet immediately became neat, and he went straight to the bedroom on the side of the hall.

Opening the closet, his eyes widened slightly, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Quickly scooped up a handful of broken silver that was spread out in a corner of the closet, hurriedly filled it into another pair of shoes, and hurriedly got up, and the sound of light footsteps behind him was already very close. He didn't have time to close the closet, so he pretended to pick up the clothes inside, and faced the face of the closet, the two flushes that were washed up by the strength of the wine also faded a lot, and a trace of doubt rose in his drunken eyes: the shoes were missing, this seemed to be a thief, but the silver was still there, what was going on?

The man didn't have time to think about it, but he heard his wife, who had already entered the inner room, ask, "Why did you suddenly turn over the closet?" Did you really lose something?

The middle-aged man hurriedly muttered: What are you throwing away, I spilled wine on my body during the banquet just now, and I came to find a change of clothes.

Alas, then you can find a casual body to wear first, don't touch the clothes in this cabinet, this cabinet is full of satin brocade, only wear it during the festival, don't break it casually. Go aside, and let your wife find it for you. The woman hurriedly approached, closed the closet, and then opened a wooden box next to the closet.

After changing into dry clothes and leaving the inner room, the man sat down in the hall. Seeing that his wife took her clothes stained with wine foam and went to the well, she was fetching water, and it seemed that she was going to wash the clothes immediately, the man felt a little guilty in his heart, and secretly entangled: It is not easy for her to work hard to manage the housework, she is too villain to do this, do you want to sue her? But if you sue her, you will definitely be scolded, right? Don't sue her? But it seems that the family has really been burglarized, where did the shoes go? -