In the courtyard of the children's house.

An old man and a young man, like two large smoking guns, stood straight at the ground. The older ones are in their thirties, and the younger ones are in their teens.

The old man was strong and strong, with black skin, as if he had just come back from digging coal from the mines, and the little one was tall and thin, with prominent eyes, as if he had been hungry for three days and three nights.

This old man is the first person in our Weijia village who can do business.

A few years ago, he was an ironmaker, mainly selling farm tools and kitchen knives, but later because a new factory was opened in our county, specializing in the manufacture of ironware, his business was suddenly crowded.

Because, the people of our Weijia Village are very smart, and they know that buying iron directly from the factory is not only cheap, but also after-sales, and if it is broken, it will be replaced directly with a new one.

What's more, the farm tools uniformly manufactured in the factory are full of novel styles and are very practical.

On the contrary, this old man 'smack', with a body of dead strength to beat out of the iron, not to mention the heavy texture, and the price is still expensive, if it is broken, it is not guaranteed, and the villagers have to pay another money.

A few years ago, he did an exclusive business, and he had a temper, and if the people of Weijia Village did not use his farm tools, the efficiency of farm work would be as slow as a snail, the land would be difficult to plow, the crops would be unharvested, and people would starve to death.

This old man is like the father of Weiyang, who feels that this society has always been immutable and undeveloped, and feels that just relying on a craft, he can eat and drink spicy food for a lifetime, and he can provide for his old age, and he can also shade future generations.

But I didn't want to, but in the end I was defeated by a small factory, and I was convinced.

......

Now, this old man has changed his career to selling pockmarks.

Mazi is a special product of our Weijia villagers, and few people plant any kind of things, because the land is simply an inch of land for us farmers, and if we plant other things, it is tantamount to wasting food and wasting land.

But this old man found a business opportunity and did what no one dared to do.

He grew a new generation of pockmarks in the field that were fuller than the grains of wild pockmarked seeds, which were not the size of lice as Tong Le's grandfather said, but as big as the soybeans that Tong Le said.

In our Weijia Village, this kind of thing can almost be regarded as a luxury snack.

Therefore, this once struck iron, and now people have given him a nickname, called Mazi, and his surname is Wang, so he is Wang Mazi.

As soon as Wang Mazi picked up his legs and entered the door, he faced the door of the main room of Tongle's house, scolding and yelling, "Hey, hey, Wang Guiying, what are you doing now?" ”

"There's no one in the main room," said Tongle's grandfather, "and he's pulled out the door." ”

"Went out?" Wang Mazi became curious.

"Are you looking for my child's music, what's the matter?"

"I just wanted to ask, see if your Tongle threw a stone just now." Wang Mazi deliberately said with a calm attitude.

"Stone-throwing?"

"yes, I just wanted to ask about that."

"Then there is no vote," said Tongle's grandfather slowly, "uh, I don't know." ”

At this time, the big-eyed boy couldn't hold it anymore, and shouted bluntly, "Your boy smashed the glass on my skylight." ”

When Wang Mazi heard this, he was so frightened that he hurriedly slapped him, "Ahhh Huzi, what are you talking about! ”

"I mean, it must have been done by Tong Le."

"Huzi, what did you just say," Tongle's grandfather asked curiously, "You mean, our Tongle smashed the skylight glass of your house?" Isn't it? Your grandfather, I heard you. ”

The big-eyed boy was silent.

Wang Mazi's attitude suddenly became serious, "That's the case, baby grandfather, not long after lunch, I was busy drying pockmarks in the yard, and my son suddenly came over to tell me that the glass of our skylight was broken."

I wondered, what's going on? It was fine before eating, but just after eating, the glass shattered, and it was so good that there was no sound.

So, I went to the next room to check, and found that the glass in the room was also broken, and the round mirror squatting on the windowsill was also broken......

You know, it's not easy for us farmers to get money, how can we have so much money to change glass?

One piece was already more difficult, and two pieces were broken in a row.

Today, the purpose of my visit is very clear, that is, to find the person who smashed the window pane of my house.

I knew it had to be done by children, and we adults couldn't be so bored as to smash someone's windowpane.

Therefore, I now suspect that your child's music did it, because there are several families around here, except for your children's music and my family's Huzi, there is no child, and, coincidentally, our two families are neighbors, one in front of the other, and the glass on the skylight is facing your yard, so it is impossible for someone to throw stones from my house and smash the glass, but from which direction your yard throws stones......

...... So, I guess you broke it with a stone when you were playing. ”

Wang Mazi said one by one, and then glared at Tong Le's grandfather viciously with two eyes.

"How is this possible!" Tongle's grandfather said very resolutely, "My Tongle has always been very well-behaved and never plays with stones, how could it be possible to smash your window glass?" ”

Wang Mazi didn't compete with Tong Le's grandfather anymore, so he asked again, "Now, I don't care what the adults say, I just want the children to tell the truth, the children will tell the truth, if you throw a stone, you vote, if you don't vote, you don't vote, this is a fact." Now I just want to find your children's music and ask you face to face. ”

When Tong Le's grandfather heard this, he immediately hesitated in his heart.

Because he thought: This is strange, my Tongle played with Weiyang in the morning for a while, and then Tongle Weiyang, and then, they didn't play with mud anymore, but began to play pockmarked again, and after a while at the gate of the yard, they went to the house to find a book, and then, Tongle ran out crying, and Weiyang also ran out......

...... After that, the courtyard door was closed, and Weiyang was outside the courtyard gate, and Tong Le was called into the house by his mother to lecture......

In this way, Tong Le's grandfather thought about the whole morning, and felt that it was impossible for Tong Le to throw stones, let alone smash the window panes of Wang Mazi's house.

However, he felt that Weiyang was very suspicious, but he didn't dare to think rashly, of course, he didn't want Weiyang to do that.

...... In short, the grandfather of Tongle feels that Tongle's child's music is insurance. So he said vaguely, "Tong Le and his mother went outside, I don't know the specifics, you go outside to look for it, it's going to have lunch anyway, and you can't go far." ”

Tong Le's grandfather said that, Wang Mazi and his two words walked out of the courtyard quickly.