"I ate, what do you eat."

There is also a way to steal, people are good to her, she can't rely on other people's preferences to be fearless.

She was afraid, a little warmth was seen by others, and then it was taken away.

"You give me your salt."

"Fried salt is not delicious, you eat your own dishes, I eat fried salt by myself."

"If you want to change it, you can change it, or I'll go to your bedroom to change it." Zhang Feng's attitude was extremely hard.

"Shall we be one and a half, then?" Zhang Luo made a concession.

"Yes!"

Zhang Feng took the jar of fried salt from the big guy, sandwiched a few pieces of green cabbage and put it on it randomly, tightened the cover, and put it with him.

"If you have enough rice, I'll give you a little here." Zhang Feng said and handed a small bag of rice in his hand to Zhang Luo.

"Eat to your heart's content." Seeing that Yunluo was indifferent, he added.

"But when I'm full, you won't be full." Zhang Luo knew that Zhang Feng's family was not rich, although he was spoiled by a boy's family.

But they are all shaved in the ground, which one is not eight catties and eight taels, not to mention that Zhang Feng's family is the only one who depends on him and his grandfather.

The days may be harder.

"I'm a boy fighting hunger, and besides, I have a way to take care of myself."

"Don't worry."

Later, Zhang Luo learned that Zhang Feng used his spare time to help the carpenters in the town do some work, or go up the mountain to pick up some things for money.

The days passed in tightening their belts.

Autumn is more than half over......... Someone approved wood thirty miles away from the village.

The road is rough, and the ox cart can't get in, so you need to carry it out little by little.

Calculate the money according to the weight, give a penny for two catties of wood, and the boss of the town is also refreshed, and they are all cash-settled.

There was an endless stream of people who worked tirelessly to carry wood.

"Is your grandfather feeling better?" Yunluo asked uneasily.

Zhang Feng put the wooden board on his shoulder against it with a stick, and said with a sigh: "I told you not to come to resist the wooden board, you have to listen." ”

"But you carry it too."

And it doesn't fall for a day.

"I'm a man, and it's only natural to do dirty work and tiring work." Zhang Feng argued.

"But my family never raised me as a female doll." Yunluo said stubbornly.

"Is your grandfather's illness better?" A few days ago, Yunluo heard the villagers intermittently saying that Zhang Feng's grandfather was afraid that he would not be able to do it.

"People die eventually, right?" Zhang Feng did not answer Yunluo's words positively.

"But ········"

"Are you afraid that I will have no relatives in the future?" Zhang Feng paused, looked at Yunluo with sparkling eyes, and smiled bitterly: "I don't still have you." ”

In the original plot, Zhang Feng's only relative also failed to survive this winter.

It's late autumn now.

"I'm afraid you'll be upset." Yunluo lowered his head and whispered.

Zhang Feng freed up a hand, stroked Yunluo's hair and said, "Don't be sad, people who eat grains will inevitably be born, old, sick and die." ”

Yunluo sniffed heavily and staggered ahead with the heavy plank.

Her thin body looked extremely lonely.

"Zhang Feng, this is the money I have saved over the years, can you see if I can treat your grandfather?" Yunluo was holding a glass jar.

The jar was full of gross coins and coins.

Zhang Feng glanced down at the jar where Yunluo had saved money.

This girl usually sells things for a lot, but she can't imagine that now she has all of them.

The second dog sneered at [Xiao Luoluo, look at you, you don't need the son of luck to follow the temptation, you yourself are cheeky and upside down. 】

You have to know how many days and nights, the big guy has been sleeping with this glass jar.

She was reluctant to even go to buy tetracycline to eat when she had a cold.

It is said that money should be used on the cutting edge.

It turns out that the blade that Yunluo said is actually like this.

"You can leave it alone, my grandfather is old, and he can be regarded as dying." Zhang Feng said calmly.

"Ahem, ahem····· Ahem······· Is the cloud falling? "The room remembered staccato sounds.

Yunluo carried the money jar into the back room.

Although the room is not big and there are many things, Zhang Feng still keeps them neat and spotless.

Even in the slightly open window, there was a little sunlight.

There is no unpleasant smell of the elderly who have been sick for a long time in the house, and there are even pots of four-season orchids that bloom arbitrarily, exuding a faint fragrance.

"Good boy······ You can choose a random seat to sit, don't be too close to grandpa, and be careful of the sickness for you. ”

"It's okay, I'm strong, grandpa, I have money, you see a doctor, take medicine and get better."

Yunluo stubbornly handed over his piggy bank.

"Ahem... cough ····· Good boy, grandpa himself knows that Lord Yama has been urging in his ears, and grandpa is a rabbit's tail that can't grow. ”

As he spoke, his cloudy eyes fell on Zhang Feng's body, and he beckoned to Zhang Feng: "Child, come here." ”

Zhang Feng walked over in a daze.

The old man took Zhang Feng's hand and put it in Yunluo's palm: "Although grandpa has been presbyopia all these years, he is not blind in his eyes and heart, if he can, Zhang Feng will entrust it to you." ”

Yunluo wanted to withdraw his hand, but gave Zhang Feng a tight grip.

"Child, after grandpa leaves, under the bed, put the pickle jar and dig it down, and the things inside will wait for you to go to the bigger world to see again, you must take the school of God's capital, promise grandpa."

The old man didn't know where the strength came from, and his originally decayed face was full of red light.

He shook Zhang Feng's hand vigorously and said, "You must be admitted to the school in the imperial capital, promise me, otherwise I will die blindly." ”

Zhang Feng nodded blankly, and after the old man got a positive answer, his expression relaxed, and he waved his hand and said, "You guys go and do your homework, I want to sleep for a while." ”

Yunluo took Zhang Feng's hand and came to the courtyard, and there was an old persimmon tree growing out of the crack in the stone at the door of the courtyard, which was already full of fiery persimmons.

At this time in previous years, in addition to the chirping birds all over the yard, there were also some greedy children, holding slender bamboo poles to beat persimmons.

This year has been exceptionally lonely.

Zhang Feng took off his shoes, quickly went up and picked a few persimmons, handed them to Yunluo, and said, "Go back, it's okay." ”

"Are you really okay?" Yunluo asked uneasily.

Zhang Feng nodded and did not speak.

His grandfather still died in the frosty winter, because Zhang Feng was young and had no other close relatives, and the funeral was presided over by the village chief.

On that day, there were a few snow particles floating in the sky, although they were not big, but they were still cold and painful when they hit the face.

Zhang Feng was wearing a white filial piety robe, and his waist was tied with a rope made of straw.

In his hand, he held his grandfather's black tablet with 100 characters written on it.

The surrounding fathers and villagers also sewed a small black cloth with pins.

Solemn but also indifferent.

Especially the desolate winter.

Some young children, who don't know the pain of life and death, frolic around the flying paper copper coins.

Pull away the adults in the family and reprimand him.

The scene was a bit noisy.

Yunluo looked at the person lying quietly in the coffin, the lid of the coffin was three-quarters covered.

At the head of the coffin was a black oil-paper umbrella.

Around the coffin, sprinkled some white lime.

"Cover the coffin, lift the coffin, and avoid those who belong to dragons, snakes, horses, and oxen."

As soon as the song was sung, there were special people who began to carry out it in an orderly manner.

The village chief shook his head at Zhang Feng and sighed: "If someone wants to cry, if you can't cry, your grandfather won't be at ease." ”

The rules of Zhangjia Village are that those who die are buried secretly.

The old man who is dying of life is hyped up, and it is best for the children and grandchildren to cry heartbreakingly.

That kind of person seems to be the most filial.

Yunluo's head was buzzing, and the sound of firecrackers in his ears was louder than one.

Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and didn't cry after all.

The village chief, who had nothing to do, also knew the child's heart, so he turned around and discussed with a few women, and asked them to cry and sing at a price of twenty yuan.

The originally calm and lonely funeral procession was a little more noisy because of the addition of those women.

The crowd dispersed, and Yunluo accompanied Zhang Feng to stand at the head of the brand-new grave.

Before Zhang Feng had time to take off his filial piety clothes, he looked down at the tombstone and said firmly: "Luoluo, I must take the God Capital." ”

"I'm sure you will." Yunluo hesitated for a moment, and handed the handkerchief in his hand to Zhang Feng.