To outsiders, small mountain towns always seem to have a common characteristic, such as being quiet and carefree, rather than talking nonsense. In fact, it's the same everywhere, and everyone is running for life. No one is freer and easier than others.

Nowadays, leisure is premised on money and leisure without money, which is called idleness.

Wen Gu was not a rich man or a loafer, but a hard-working brick carrier. At the moment, he was carrying the goods along another road, walked for another half an hour to the bottom of the mountain, and then turned to a dirt road.

If the mountain gate is facing the street, even if it is on this side, only the locals know about it. Every morning, the vendors ride their bikes here, then pick up their stuff up the hill and come down at dusk.

There is also a family on the dirt road, the owner of which is an old widower. His job was to show the hawkers their cars, if riding a donkey upside down counted as a car.

"Boom!"

Gu Shi was a little late today, and when he opened the door and saw his broken car slowing alone, he pulled his neck and shouted:

"Uncle!"

"Uncle!"

He shouted twice, but no one answered. He looked at the window. The old man reclined in the back room, his mouth flattened, his mouth opening and closing. He didn't know if he was asleep or awake.

He didn't make any noise either. He just piled things on the bus, picked up two sprigs of tender corn and two eggs, and gently placed them in the main room. Only then did he leave the yard.

The dirt road is difficult to walk and is bumpy.

Wen Gu rode his horse for a while, and then arrived at a very modest residential area. There are many bungalows and tiled houses. There are very few two-story houses. Each house is connected by alleys. It's like a labyrinth, round and round.

Looking east, you can see many high-rise buildings – that's downtown of White City.

In recent years, the city has expanded, and many hamlets have been merged and transformed. They say that the countryside is not rural, the city is not the city, the arable land is gone, even the village is not allowed to be called, the people call the street.

This is the Phoenix series. It has been known as Phoenix Street for decades, and it is now located in the westernmost part of White City. Housing is poor and the inhabitants are poor. Of course, the government must face it squarely. There are also some basic municipal constructions such as running water, digital television, broadband and some public facilities.

However, the old and the young were particularly confused that it was useless to put a walking machine, a rowing machine and a broken iron wheel in the village.

"Hey, Xiao Meimei is back, make dumplings today, and I'll give you a bowl later." ”

"Thank you, Auntie. Yesterday I was thinking about this. I just want your cabbage dumplings. ”

"Hehe, you're so cute. Go back to the house and get some rest. ”

"Well, you slow down, too. ”

After greeting a fat lady, Wen Gu stopped at a small hospital. There are three old tiled houses in the courtyard, and the main room and kitchen are on the left and right sides of the middle, east, and west rooms. In the middle of the yard is a brick road lined with rows of green onions. The toilet and utility room were in the corners, and some scraps of wood and corn were piled up at the base of the room.

Living here, he basically doesn't need to lock the door. He parked the car and entered the house. Today it will be relatively light, tea eggs will be enough for tomorrow, corn will be cooked unprepared in the mountains.

He washed up carelessly, pulled out the book, and began to keep accounts.

As the weather warms up and tourism programs gradually return to higher temperatures, the number of visitors to Phoenix Mountain has also increased significantly. Recently, business has been very good, with a net profit of about 80 yuan per day. Roughly calculated, I can earn more than 2,000 yuan this month. In the future, this will be the peak season, reaching 4,000 to 5,000 people.

Wen Gu was very happy in his heart. As soon as he put the ledger away, someone outside shouted, "Brother, my mother asked me to bring you dumplings!"

Then the curtains were opened, and a little girl with big eyes, simple and clean clothes and pants, and a round face walked in. She was holding a bowl of dumplings in her hand, still steaming.

"Come on, give it to me!"

He quickly took it in his hand, put the folding table away, and asked, "Did you finish eating so quickly?"

"They don't. I'm done. ”

"Lost weight again?"

"Aha, look at my face. She tore at her fat face.

"Yes, how many times have I told you......"

Wen Gu sat on the edge of the kang and said, "You're so cute. Don't learn from the cone-faced in your class. Do you know what an energetic girl is?"

Stop.

The little girl pouted in disapproval, but then she sat opposite, looking for something. She blinked her eyes wide pitifully.

"Have fun!" he was helpless.

"Hee-hee, thank you!"

My sister leaned over to watch TV. There was a table with an old-fashioned laptop on it. She fiddled skillfully, and soon, she heard all kinds of software prompts, Belba jumping around.

“......“

Gu Shi shook his head, picked up a dumpling, and stuffed it in.

The little girl's name is Fang Qing, she is the daughter of a fat woman, she is 15 years old this year, and she will soon take the high school entrance exam. My sister is very lively and likes to play, especially the Internet, but because of her family environment, it is impossible to buy a computer, so she often sneaks to wipe the net.

This notebook was a gift from my grandfather when Gu Yun was admitted to university.

The dumplings are filled with cabbage and pork. It's a whole bowl. Young people eat a lot and are easily wiped out. She played there and he ate here for about 40 minutes. Fang Qing turned around, and then stood up reluctantly: "Brother, I'm going back." ”

"Well, thank you aunties for helping me. ”

The little girl was holding the empty bowl, and Gu Yun sent him to the main room. "Ah, wait a minute," she said suddenly.

At this moment, he pulled out the key, opened the door of the Westinghouse, and pushed it open. Fang Qingte was curious. Because she had this impression, the room was locked, and she didn't know what was hidden inside.

After a while, Wen Gu walked out with a incense box in his hand and said, "There have been too many mosquitoes recently. Here you go. ”

"Oh, my mom wants this. I almost forgot!"

Fang Qing knew the magic of this thing. Every time the food is served late, the mosquitoes disperse and there is no smoke.

Wen Gu sent her to the door, and then wiped her back. After tidying up the table, he turned on the TV and sat down in front of the computer.

The silks, which were as beautiful as the sunrise, were made by ignorant mulberry women who toiled day and night and were almost blind. Those ornate bear skins were caught by rough hunters after lying in ambush in the frozen snow for days and nights. The priceless tears of the merman ......"

There were a few lines of dialogue on the TV, and when he heard it, his eggs hurt and he vomited, "When I opened it, it was all cockscomb." He turned his head, glanced at it, and added, "Some big flat eyebrows!"

He didn't bother to look, sat up straight, clicked the mouse a few times, and then clicked the account again.

The webpage slowly opens to reveal a handmade incense exchange website, small in scale and created by a group of enthusiastic people themselves. He spends most of his time diving, with occasional dives, which is considered a major feature of the station. Watching those little children cry over a certain scent or the ratio of certain ingredients is also one of the few pleasures.

When he entered the forum, he had just seen a new post come out and opened it.

"Ahh It was not lost or left behind. Ah, ah, my heart is bleeding!"

Below is a photo of the body of the Rose Bag. The poster is called "Vigorously Striving for a Miracle" and is a very active and cute younger sister.

Gu Shi, who had nothing to do with his spare time, raised his hand and knocked a few words: "Flowers and herbs are easy to produce insects. You can put oxygen absorber in the bottle and some spiritual incense outside. ”

After brushing it again, the girl followed behind the pillar at an alarming speed: "Ah, I can't believe my eyes, Shen Yun flipped through my brand!!!"

Well, his identity is "uninhabitable". Huh? It looks a little dirty.

"Ah......h

Gucci smiled, but didn't follow the post any further. The next second, he heard the sound of "Didi", and suddenly a text message came from the station:

"The last time I woke up, I ordered another box. Sender: Xiaozhai. ”

This man is also an old friend. The two talked a few times. A few days ago, she inadvertently mentioned that she was lethargic. Wen Gu asked for the address and sent a box of incense.

The original intention was to send it, but he didn't want the other party to send a red envelope, he needed to subsidize his life, so he was not hypocritical. These two make friends with each other, but they don't know much about each other. They only knew that her name was Jiang Xiaozhai.

"The water is connected to the sound of the Xijiang River beyond the sky, and the pine shadows of the small village blow towards the clouds. Who taught me to play the flute and lean on the spring breeze to make the moon bright?"

One of Xiao Du's thoughts may be like this.

"Okay, I'll let you know before I mail it. ”

Wen Gu immediately replied with a text message. There was no movement, but a few minutes later, he was prompted by his mobile phone and suddenly received a red envelope of 200 yuan.

“......“

He pursed his lips, this girl is so cool.

In this way, it may seem easy to make money, but it is not. The manual incense process is tedious and takes a long time. It takes many days just to store it in the cellar, which doesn't fit in with the fast-paced sales strategy.

Therefore, he could not open an online store, he could only go to work in person, one after the other, and those small ones could not be small.