Chapter 18: Poor Man

Gong Nian Huai remembered that it was a mess last night, and it seemed that he had said a lot. One of them is the Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info house, which seems to have been used for medicine. If you really have a house, you don't necessarily have to use it only for medicine. There are some things that need to be asked.

"Uncle Fang, sit down, there are some things that the little nephew still needs to ask."

Fang Qiong looked at it, except for a bed in the room, there was not even a chair, sitting? Where to sit? Sitting in bed with Gong Nian Huai? Clearly inappropriate.

"Or, Nianhuai, there is a river behind the courtyard, let's walk together?" Fang Qiong wanted to go for a walk by the river.

The river at its thickest in summer is flamboyant and should be seen. Then check it out.

followed Fang Qiong out of the door and came to the courtyard, Gong Yi Nianhuai saw it, and after a while, the courtyard was alive. There were still a lot of people, some had just opened the door and looked out sleepily, some were sweeping the yard with brooms, and some were hurrying with a small bag in their hands.

"Uncle Fang, who are these people? It's not like a soldier. Gong Nian Huai looked at these people coming and going in the yard, not curious but also curious.

"Poor people, alas. Nian Huai, go this way, there is a side door on the east courtyard wall, out of the side door, you will walk to the river. ”

"Poor man? Uncle Fang, there must be something hateful about poor people. Gong Yi Nianhuai blurted out the words of the later generations.

Fang Qiong wanted to prevaricate with a casual word about the poor person, no way! I just want to know how these people who live with Meng Heng have become pitiful people. As a guest here, you have the right to know who lives with you, otherwise if there is a safety accident, who will you talk to?

"It's hard to go back to home, are you a poor person?"

"It depends on how difficult this difficult word is, if you can't go home if you don't mix well, it's not pitiful but you owe a beating, and you don't even know how many bowls of dry rice you eat, so you run out and mess around, it's not harmful to yourself or to others, and it's light to beat it."

"How many bowls of dry rice do you think these people eat?"

"Uh--, Uncle Fang, you don't want to treat your little nephew like this. You said that these people are pitiful, how does the little nephew know why they are pitiful, and don't you continue according to your words? ”

"These are northerners."

"Northerners? Who are the northerners, oh, the little nephew understands. It's pitiful, but it's even more hateful. Gong Nian Huai was picked up from the bed by Fang Qiong, and his emotions had not yet adjusted. The current Fang Qiong is more hateful than a crowing rooster in the eyes of Gong Nian Huai.

Fang Qiong shook his head, didn't speak, and stepped straight out of the side door, followed by Gong Nian Huai.

At the turn of July and August in the solar calendar, the sun gets up early, and the sky brightens quickly. It is estimated that it will be around five o'clock in the morning at this time. In the life of later generations, celestial phenomena are a reference, and timekeeping depends on artificially made tools. Gong Nian Huai does not have the habit of wearing a watch, and as soon as the mobile phone is out of battery, he loses his scratch on the time, and even if he guesses, he can't find a basis.

"Wow, it's so fresh," Gong Nian Huai stepped out of the side door of the east courtyard, and a stream of air mixed with fresh oxygen and refreshing water vapor mixed with earth and grass entered the internal organs leisurely, and every pore opened in an instant, greedily sucking the original ecological breath that had been lost for eight hundred years.

Life returns to the joy of birth at this moment.

Gong Yi Nian Huai had forgotten about arguing with Fang Qiong, and he couldn't wait to do a hundred side flips and play Chen's Tai Chi again to express the pleasure of his body.

The golden-red sunlight floated and sank in the river ahead, and the sparkling waves shook out colorful ripples.

There are a few houses scattered along the river, and many people around the houses have already begun to prepare for the day's activities.

"Aha" sounded, and Gong Nian Huai's body rushed to the river bank with his head. Why is the body with the head? The body is too young, only fourteen or fifteen years old, and the head must have forty years of experience, the thinking of an adult.

Gong Yi Nianhuai finally decided to obey the body with his head, so that no matter what he did, he would make adults laugh at it because of his body. Who would be as knowledgeable as a half-grown child? Of course there is, and that's another group of half-grown kids.

This is a river that flows from east to west, and in this section it is more than 20 meters wide, with a large flow rate and a moderate flow rate, so the water color is yellow.

Gong Nian Huai ran two or three hundred meters along the path that the people stepped on the bank of the river, and when he saw that Fang Qiong was still walking slowly towards the river, he ran backwards and back.

Early risers are scattered on both sides of the river, some fetch water, some wash, and the little guy stands on the edge of the river and sprinkles water into the river.

In the upper and lower reaches of the river, you can also see people standing in the river catching fish.

However, the grass on both sides of the strait is too dense, and Adi, who is in the middle of the river, has already been wet with dew. As soon as he appeared, and in a way that was too energetic and wasted his physical strength, he suddenly rushed into the sight, someone with a canopy in his hand looked this way, and the eyes of the people near him swept over, except for a glimmer of light in his eyes at first, and then quickly disappeared, what should he do.

Short-sleeved pullover shirt, pants with two inches from the top of the foot, a pair of white strange shoes, the fabric of the clothes is like silk but not silk, like hemp and not hemp, it looks soft and smooth, and the style is so weird.

Gong Nian Huai didn't pay attention to people's eyes and expressions, and still walked back to Fang Qiong with great interest.

This is a good way to exercise, and in later generations, it is common to see some aunts and uncles exercising in the park by walking backwards.

"Sharp mouth, bastard--minions--, come back,"

"Ah---" Gong Nian Huai sat down with his feet, and out of instinct, his two hands subconsciously pressed down.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak--, squeak"

"Ouch, wow," Gong Nian Huai's right palm hurt, and the next thing under his butt arched upwards and slid under his body. At the same time, Gong Nian Huai did not forget to turn his head and look to the right.

"Pigs? Uh-huh, "Gong Nian Huai knew that it was not good, but it was too late, there was still a stone at his left foot, he kicked hard, and the stone slipped out, and his left foot did not borrow strength, but slipped forward.

Gong Nianhuai's center of gravity changed, and the whole person fell awkwardly on the grass on the side of the path.

The damn thing is that there is still a large tribulus hidden in the grass, and the palm of his right hand is holding down a few thistles, although the tribulus terrestris has not yet hardened, but it is enough to penetrate into the flesh of the young body of Gong Nian Huai.

Gong Nian Huai lay down on his side, and a few more thistles pierced into his body indiscriminately.

"You, what's wrong with you?" Gong Nian Huai was like an arthropod, gathering his body one by one, and a childish voice came from his ears.

If you don't listen to it, it's just that, when you hear it, a fire comes out, what is something, it's normal, it's okay, although there's something, but you have to ask like this.

"Hmph, I, oh, ouch, who, come, help me, my waist,"

A small hand stretched out and plucked the thistles off Gong Nianhuai's body one by one, and then put it in the other hand, "Who are you, I haven't seen you, your sharp mouth is afraid of life, you are scared of it." ”

"It's afraid of life, so learn how to walk cats? How are you, oh, nothing," Gong Nian Huai withdrew his legs, and now he could squat, only to find a little girl in front of him, looking at him.

His eyes slipped over him, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were smiling, a small mouth snapped and said, and he raised his arm from time to time to cover his face, and then the little girl's body was short and bent.

This action, hey, Gong Yi Nianhuai slowly got up from the ground, and the little girl was laughing at him for being hunted.

"Wang, Wang, Wang," I, and a dog, the little girl is so big, she hugs her before she walks in the morning, there is a sharp-mouthed marshal in front of her, and there is a howling dog for personal protection, and behind, oh, there is a little follower, a little kid with a runny nose. The little kid is sadistic about a trumpet flower five steps away, and he doesn't care about the traffic accident here.

Gong Nian Huai spun around in place, tilted his neck to look at his body, raised his hand to pat off the grass stalks on his clothes, bent down to pluck off a thistle on his calf, and threw it far away into the river.

Only then did he look at the little girl, the little girl's two big eyes looked at him inquiringly, and the two of them compared their eyes for a while, not to mention, Gong Nianhuai's eyes were really not as big as the little girl's eyes.

Gong Yi smiled and reached out to touch the little girl's head, and the little girl took a step back, "Who are you, my sharp mouth ran away, you scared it away." ”

"Me? It was your sharp mouth that knocked me down, you see, many people saw it, and it was the pig who caused the trouble. As for your lords, I will go to them. "Gong Nian Huai's interest has come up. The little girl reminded him of his daughter.

The little girl pursed her lips with a look of disdain, "Many people have seen it, and they won't help you, why don't you try?"

"Uncle Fang, the little girl's pig arched me, you have to uphold justice." Gong Nian Huai turned his head and shouted at Fang Qiong, who was walking over with square steps.

"Pig arch you? You're holding the pig, Niuniu, where is your father? "Fang Qiong didn't think that Gong Nian Huai was arched by a pig at all, no, in Fang Qiong's eyes, it was Gong Nian Huai who hit a pig without a long eye.

"Me?"

The little girl covered her mouth and sneered, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles, as if to say, "Believe it, no one here will help you, big man." ”

"Okay, tell me what your name is, and I won't look for your lord?" Gong Nian Huai reached out and grabbed the little girl's pigtails.

The little girl flashed to the side, and the strange hand of the public lost Nian Huai fell short again.

"Big man, you're a hollow cabbage."

"Water spinach?" Gong Yi Nianhuai scratched his head, "Little girl, if you can tell what water spinach is, uncle will give you candy to eat." ”

The little girl pursed her mouth again, "How can there be an uncle who doesn't grow a beard, hmph, Grandpa Fang has called me, you still don't know my name, isn't it a water spinach?" ”