It was still three poles in the sun, Li Qinghe got out of bed with a yawn, put on his ragged clothes, rubbed his eyes, and found that his vision was a little blurry.

I thought to myself, I can't even light oil lamps and candles, so I can only read by moonlight, so it's strange that my eyes can be good.

Without much attention, he pulled out an earthen brick from the earthen kang, revealing a swarthy hole with an ordinary stone box inside.

I put those pages of notes in it, and then covered it, and forgot to read it later, and I didn't plan to return it, and even if I did, it would end up just toilet paper.

Li Changan not only has money in his family, but he never forgets it, and it is also his ability to brag about it, sometimes he will carry the shopkeeper of the restaurant behind his back and go to the city dozens of miles away to listen to books, and he listens to it for a day.

And then run back to the restaurant, word for word and say it as it is, of course, because he only listened to it for one day, so he likes to talk nonsense about some things he doesn't know, and often a certain character was said to die yesterday, and he came back to life inexplicably after two days.

The people in the village who like to go to the restaurant to listen to books are all illiterate farmers, and no one cares, just to listen to the excitement.

Coupled with the fact that he uses both hands and feet every time, Li Qinghe always feels that he is not telling a story, but playing a monkey.

After plugging the adobe bricks, Li Qinghe walked to the courtyard and jumped down the well.

His well was so narrow that he could hold on to the wall with his hands and feet and go down slowly.

The wall of the well was very slippery, but under his hands it seemed to have barbs, dragging his body steadily, and he thought that maybe this was the only skill he had done except plowing the ground.

After sliding to about half a depth, Li Qinghe felt some difficulty breathing, then stopped and began to rub the wall of the well, and finally pulled out a green brick and took out a stone box.

Digging out his chest, he put the silver that Li Changan gave him last night, stuffed the green bricks, and climbed out of the well step by step.

Fetching water and washing his face, resisting a hoe to plow the fields, and in the afternoon those who have nothing to do either sleep or wander around the village, this is his day, a meaningless day.

The afternoon with nothing to do was long, and Li Qinghe returned home and did not sleep, but put down his hoe and walked towards the village school.

Sometimes he likes to go there to audit, and the gentleman at the school is a showman, and he knows the reason, and he doesn't rush him.

But it's okay for him to read hard according to his notes and books, and once someone talks to him in his ear, he will fall asleep without a stick of incense.

On the way, Li Qinghe passed by a small shop, and the stalls outside were full of earthen pots, and the smell of wine and noise spread far and wide.

"How many times have I told you! Let you study hard! Let you read well! You don't listen! You have to be like your dead ghost father, idle all day long, and let others poke you in the back, and you will be happy?"

The shrew-like voice could be heard across the street, but the passers-by were accustomed to it, and only some old women who were chattering in the shade of the trees were willing to go over to help pull the rack.

"I will provide you with food and drink, and you will be clothed all day long, and you will be able to gamble for money, are you worthy of me?

The two-finger-thick rolling pin fell mercilessly, and a group of mothers-in-law hurriedly stopped it.

The woman turned around and picked up the kitchen knife on the board and slashed it in front of her, but fortunately, the proprietress of the stall next door ran over and snatched the kitchen knife from behind.

"Are you going to force me to death? How can I be good to you? Do you want me to be like the daughter-in-law of the Li family, go out and sell it, and then get the money back for you!"

Li Qinghe, whose eyes were half-open and half-closed, stopped, his eyes were instantly as sharp as an eagle, and he looked at the woman in front of the wine shop who was wearing a floral cloth dress and a cloak.

It wasn't until he looked down and saw a palm-sized puppet at the woman's feet that he turned his head and said that nothing had happened, and continued to walk towards the school.

He knew who the woman was talking about, and only his mother and relatives in the entire Li Village would be used as a talking point like this.

It's been almost twenty years, and although they won't say it in front of Li Qinghe, they still like to entertain their mothers behind their backs.

He knew that his mother loved his father very much, otherwise he would not have ransomed himself out of the Qing Pavilion and married with his father to Li Village.

But why should he bother with a poor madman?

After Li Qinghe left, the mothers-in-law also dispersed, and the women in the wine shop squatted on the ground and wept like rain, and the sobbing was full of grievances.

Soon after, she wiped away her tears, tied her hair with strips of cloth, held the puppet on the ground in her arms, and fell asleep on the chaise longue.

With the sunset around his eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he kept chanting: "Good child, my mother will always protect you, always." ”

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Looking for a roof, Li Qinghe blew the soil and sat down against the wall, with the sound of reading in his back, and he began to fall asleep.

A ball of paper flew out of the window and hit his head, and after opening it, Li Changan's tone of being the best in the world couldn't help but sound in his head.

"Running here to sleep again?"

Li Qinghe raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself when you used your class notes as toilet paper, why didn't you have this pride?

Putting the paper ball into his arms, Li Qinghe squatted on the ground, his head slowly poked into the window, and his eyes were half-open and half-closed to see Li Changan who was biting the tip of the pen.

Suddenly, Li Qinghe was stunned, and beside Li Changan, there was a girl in a white satin shirt, who was learning from the man to comb her hair into a bun, and was meticulously listening to her husband's lecture.

How to describe that face, it is like a cloud, very white and soft.

Another paper ball was thrown out, and Li Qinghe retracted his head and leaned against the wall again.

"See, my master's admirer, how many times have I told you, my master is a top merry person in the school. ”

"Gan~"

Li Qinghe put away the paper ball, sat on the ground, listened to the sound of reading and fell asleep.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that he was woken up by the sound of his school, turned his head to look at Li Changan who was sitting next to him and said, "Why haven't I seen you bring those people who love you back to dinner?"

"The master has money, is it necessary to show off like this?" Li Changan shook his legs and learned from Li Qinghe to take a grassroots root.

"I'm afraid her family is much richer than yours......" Li Qinghe pointed to the carriage in front of the school with an expressionless face.

The girl was supported by a group of maidservants, and slowly boarded the carriage and headed towards the west side of the village.

"Do you have a handmaiden?"

"Wow, Li Qinghe, this is boring!"

"Is it from our village? Why haven't I seen it?"

"Although you wander around all day, it's normal that you haven't seen it, that's the young lady of the Li family in the west of our village, do you know the Li family? ”

Li Changan stood up and patted the soil on his buttocks: "Beautiful, right? It's a pity that he's a cripple." ”

"Crippled?"

"Cripple. Li Changan nodded, "His father, as the richest man in our village, spent an unknown amount of money to cure it, and he was willing to be released to study in the school in the past two days." ”

Li Qinghe got up indifferently, Li Changan hooked his neck and walked towards the restaurant together.

"Her family is so rich, why don't you hire a gentleman?"

"She asked for it herself, she said that if she was lame, she would be lame, and she couldn't always see people, how about it, is this temperament a special match for the master?"

Li Qinghe glanced at him, took away the hand on his neck, and shook his head silently.

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In the middle of the night, Li Qinghe returned to his three broken tile houses alone with today's notes.

That's right, Li Changan drank too much again, he is a person, he is not happy without drinking, and he is uncomfortable if he doesn't drink for a day.

One day Li Qinghe asked him: "Did Mr. say that drinking hurts your body?"

Li Changan replied: "What do you know? We, the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, just want to drink wine and eat meat. ”

Li Qinghe, who was always stunned that day, said a dirty word for the first time: "You are a bullshit son and daughter, you are stupid to listen to books, and you have time to learn more from your cook." ”

Thinking of this, Li Qinghe shook his head, this living treasure friend is really interesting.

Then he put down the towel, walked to his parents' tablet and respectfully ordered two wheat stalks, looking at the cheapest tablet in the coffin shop in the east of the village, Li Qinghe touched the name on it little by little.

He had never met his mother, although the people in the village pointed fingers at her, but he heard his father say that his mother was actually a very kind and beautiful woman.

That is, she can speak softly, read and write, and can handle housework, scolding the street like a shrew.

If it weren't for the chaos of the world, it would not be too much to say that she was a lady from a big family when she walked down the street.

"It's a pity...... I've never met you. ”

Just when Li Qinghe finished the incense and studied today's school notes by moonlight, a big grinning figure walked out in the backyard of Li Changan's restaurant.

Li Changan squinted his eyes, swayed and hugged the wine jar, took a sip by the moonlight, and with a poof, all the wine sprayed on the whetstone by the wellhead.